A Pleasure You'll Never Forget
"My panties were already wet... from the start."
I'd said it. I'd confessed that my panties were soaked.
It was mortifying to admit, but if I didn't say something, Kyle was going to pull them off me. So I forced the words out through gritted teeth, like swallowing something bitter.
Kyle was silent for a long moment. Then he opened his mouth.
"Do you know what that means?"
I did. I'd figured it out the moment he touched my breasts — the pleasure had surged through me, and I'd gotten even wetter afterward.
That fluid that came out when I climaxed. The slick a woman's body secreted when she was aroused. I had been leaking it ever since we stepped into the dungeon.
Which meant I had been turned on before he even laid a hand on me.
"..."
But I couldn't tell him that. No — I wanted to deny it.
To be so starved for pleasure that I'd started dripping first... wouldn't that make it look like I was desperate for him to touch me?
That I was aching for a man to put his hands on me... I couldn't accept that.
When I didn't answer, Kyle slipped his right hand into my panties. Then he began to move it slowly, tracing over my flesh.
"!?... Kyle?"
His fingers followed the folds, catching on every crease. He seemed to like the feel of it, because he kept stroking and exploring, wandering over my skin this way and that.
"Hhn... take it out..."
His hand was groping around inside my panties without permission. I told him to take it out right now and grabbed his wrist.
Even with my resistance, his thick wrist didn't budge — but Kyle did pull his hand out of my panties without a fight.
He held that same hand out in front of me. It was glistening, coated in a viscous liquid that caught the light.
"You like it this much?"
He showed me his hand and whispered filthy words against my ear, as if I were enjoying being touched down there.
"I'm not!! It was already wet, I told you."
Absolutely not. His hand did feel good — that much was true — but not there. That was a place he shouldn't be touching.
I'd denied his words, but my answer only confirmed that I'd been aroused before he even touched me.
"Is that so? Then why were you wet?"
Of course he didn't let that slide. He pressed me relentlessly.
"..."
"Were you already turned on before I even touched you?"
When I stayed silent, Kyle whispered the very thing I wanted to hide right into my ear.
"Th-that's..."
"Sera, we agreed you'd be honest."
Words that boxed me in, leaving no room for excuses. I couldn't lie to him. In the end—
"I don't know!!! I just... I just thought about you, and then..."
Shame and resentment mixed together as I shouted at him. He knew I didn't want to say it. Why did he keep pressing?
I could feel his intent. He wanted to humiliate me.
"You haven't even touched me these past few days... you idiot..."
If you thought about it, my body had become like this because of him. I grumbled under my breath, resenting him for acting like he had no idea.
He suddenly squeezed my breast so hard it felt like it would burst.
"Nngh..."
"I'll touch you right now. Should I take your panties off?"
"Hah... I said nooo..."
I moaned through the pain but still refused his suggestion. Why did he keep making me take them off myself? I couldn't understand it.
"Suit yourself. But are you sure? You're going to get soaked."
Kyle slid the hand that had been on my breast down and lightly brushed my panties as he went on.
"If the reporters outside find out how wet you are between your legs, they'll have a field day."
He reminded me that there were reporters waiting outside, pushing me to take the panties off.
"Hhn!!"
That couldn't happen. People were already paying extra attention to us after last time. Twice as many reporters as usual were camped out in front of the dungeon because of it.
If I walked out like this and they caught footage of something dripping down between my legs... I didn't even want to imagine it.
"You already look pretty wet. Shouldn't you take them off right now?"
"Hah... hah..."
He was right. My sex was already damp. At this rate, I was going to have to go home without any panties at all.
"J-just... right now... hhn?! Let's just leave..."
I demanded we get out of the dungeon before my panties got any wetter. But—
"You said just thinking about me did this. I'll play with your nipples and your womb all you want, right now."
Kyle held his index finger in front of my nipple and offered to satisfy the craving right here.
The moment I saw his hand reaching for my nipple, my womb clenched again. Just the anticipation of him touching me there sent a tremor through my entire body.
I understood it now. This signal was instinct — telling me to go limp, to fawn, and take a male's body as soon as possible.
"Let's leave... we can do it in the room... hhn... can't we...?"
I suppressed a woman's instinct and tried to persuade him again. I did miss his touch, but not enough to take my panties off right here.
"I want to do it now. If we go back to the room, I won't."
But Kyle threatened me — if it wasn't here, he wouldn't do it at all.
It was a lie. He just wanted to watch me take my panties off right here. I knew that, and yet...
"Hhn... n-nooo..."
I was too scared. Scared that he really wouldn't touch me. Scared that he'd ignore this need swelling up inside me.
"If it's too much, should we just leave?"
When I hesitated, Kyle lifted his hands from my chest and stomach. Then he started to unwrap the arm holding me, pulling away.
"I'll take them off!! ...I'll take them off, so... don't go. Kyle."
In the end, I shouted that I'd do what he wanted. I couldn't let him leave.
I really didn't want to do it here. But the thought of walking away with this ache unrelieved was more than I could stand.
Kyle seemed pleased with my answer. He wrapped his arm around me again and pulled me close.
"Good girl. Take them off."
"Nnh..."
I'd said I would, but now I was terrified. Taking off my panties... outdoors, no less.
Last time it was my stomach. Just now it was my chest. And now he wanted me to expose my sex.
There was almost nothing left I hadn't shown him.
The one small mercy was that the outfit I was wearing was designed to cover me even without panties.
Taking courage from that, I placed both hands on my hips to pull them down. As my hands slid up past my hips toward my waist, I felt a thin strap.
The high-leg panties I'd worn because of the hip-baring outfit caught between my fingers.
I hooked my thumbs under the straps and started to pull them down.
As I lowered my hands, my panties peeled away from my sex. I could feel the slick stretching between them in a long, glistening thread.
A faint breeze touched the place the fabric had been covering.
"Nnh..."
The moment I felt the air, it hit me — I had just taken off my underwear outdoors.
The revulsion was overwhelming. But I couldn't stop.
The panties had only made it as far as the underside of my ass. I naturally bent forward at the waist to pull them down further.
"Kh, Sera..."
Kyle's startled voice came from behind me.
"Yes?"
I turned my head to look at him, still bent over.
His face was twisted, his jaw clenched tight. I was about to ask if something hurt, but—
"I'm fine... keep going."
At his word that he was fine, I pulled the panties down to my knees. Then I lifted my right foot and stepped out, then did the same with my left.
The panties were completely off my legs. They were already soaked through, damp and heavy.
Ah... god.
Looking at them, the shame came flooding back. I hadn't even done anything properly, and they were this wet.
"Give them to me."
Kyle spoke as I stood there holding my wet underwear. He held out his hand in front of me.
"No. Pervert."
Why would he want someone else's panties? Wet ones, no less.
"The pervert is the one who got wet before we even—"
"Aaaah!! Fine!!"
I shoved the wet panties at him to shut him up.
"Ah..."
The moment I handed over the panties I'd been wearing, something inside me felt like it had been surrendered to him.
Like my most private shame was being reported to him, one piece at a time.
"Good girl. Time for your reward."
Kyle whispered the praise against my ear. Then he pinched my nipple between his index finger and thumb and squeezed hard.
"Hyaah?!!"
The intense sensation I'd been waiting for. It should have hurt — but all I felt was the pleasure of having an itch scratched.
It was like my sensory organs had broken. I should have felt pain. I should have recoiled. But when he touched me, I didn't.
While I was dazed by the intensity, he released the hard pinch and began circling his index finger around my nipple.
He never touched the nipple itself — just slowly stroked the skin around it.
My nipple started to tingle. Every nerve in my body funneled toward that one point, and I found myself wishing he'd pinch it already.
"Kyle, not there..."
He pinched.
My eyes rolled back. My vision went white. A violent, unmanageable pleasure crashed through me.
I forgot how to speak. My head snapped back, and my legs went up on tiptoe of their own accord, completely beyond my will.
A warm liquid ran down my thighs. Feeling it, I barely managed to hold onto my sanity.
This was bad. I thought I understood now why drugs were dangerous.
Then Kyle started circling around my nipple again.
"N-no... Ky...le... if you do that again, I..."
I had to stop this. This was a pleasure no human being could handle.
"S-stop!? Pleas..."
I forced the words out to him, but the sensation of his finger circling my nipple never stopped.
My nipple started to tingle again. Every nerve concentrated there, the desire to be pinched colliding with the terror of experiencing that pleasure again.
"Just relax. I'll give you a pleasure you'll never forget for the rest of your life."
His finger kept circling, slow and relentless.
"Don't... I'll go weird... s-stop..."
My womb clenched again. Goosebumps erupted across my entire body. Spit and tears started flowing on their own.
"Kyyle... stop, don't do this..."
"Shhh. It's okay."
His finger never stopped.
It was not okay. He needed to stop right now. I needed to get out of his arms.
But my body wouldn't listen. I was impaled, like a body on a spike, and my voice wouldn't come out.
"Alright. Here we go. After this, you'll never even think of yourself as a man again."
"Let go... no, this is... something's..."
The instant he pinched that tingling nipple again, a sensation crashed over my entire body and my breath stopped.
My vision flipped. My body shook like an earthquake. My muscles contracted and released on their own, and my sex was gushing fluid in hot, helpless spurts.
My vision was still white, still gone. I couldn't even make a sound as the pleasure swept through me and buried me whole.
"Oouuhh..."
It was so intense. A woman's pleasure I would never forget for the rest of my life.
Once I'd spilled everything, my muscles went slack. My legs gave out and I started to collapse — but a solid arm wrapped around my waist.
"Good girl, Sera. Just let yourself feel it."
"Hah... hah..."
The exhaustion that followed the pleasure. At the sound of Kyle's voice, I let my body sink into his arms and closed my eyes.