Stalker in the Alley - 1
Hah—!
The moment I finished reading the rulebook, strength came flooding back into my body. The chill in the air and the creeping unease were exactly as they'd been, but compared to the trembling, terror-paralyzed wreck I'd been moments ago, it was heaven and earth apart. The strength returned so abruptly that I nearly shot upright and screamed — I barely managed to clamp a hand over my mouth in time.
Wh... what is this?!
The rulebook's fear-erasing effect had worked brilliantly. The problem was that damned rulebook itself. It was so plastered with filthy language that I genuinely couldn't tell whether I was reading a set of rules or a piece of smut.
Did I fall into an eroge?! Is this like someone slapped an adult mode onto an anomaly game?!
No. No game mode would explain it — the rulebook bore not a single trace of editing. It was too seamless.
But then, whatever threw me into this place could have rewritten it seamlessly too, couldn't it?
Thoughts surfaced and vanished at a blistering pace — so fast I wondered whether my brain had ever run this taut and sharp in its life.
Eroge. Smut novels. Hentai anime.
Just as I was drowning in every lewd creation I'd ever known, the reverie was shattered by a hand groping my chest.
Grab!
"Wah! What the hell!"
My head started to whip around on pure instinct, but I remembered the rulebook and, with superhuman reflexes, forced my gaze down instead.
A... a woman?
What I'd glimpsed in that split second before was a woman's chest — enormous breasts that could rival my own. And what I saw now, with my head forced down... was a cock of monstrous size.
Gulp.
Before I knew it, I was sneaking a sidelong comparison against the cock I'd owned back when I was a man.
Twelve inches, at least...
Thickness-wise, a rough glance put it just a shade slimmer than my wrist. And the precum trickling steadily down its length announced, loud and clear, just how furiously aroused its owner was.
Squish, squish.
"Hah...!"
Now the other hand had joined in, kneading both of my breasts. The touch was sticky and unhurried and utterly relentless — the caress of someone who already considered me their property.
"Don't touch me!"
A strange, creeping feeling was starting to build inside me, so I jabbed my elbow back at the hands kneading my breasts. In every piece of erotica and every game I'd ever consumed, no one who surrendered their body to a monster ever came out ahead.
"No."
Grab!
"Eek?!"
That was when the thing, refusing my refusal, whispered directly into my ear. The icy breath, the voice brushing past the rim of my ear — I froze solid with shock, and in that instant the creature seized my ass in a rough grip and began to stroke it, slow and deliberate, with the tender care of a craftsman handling a priceless gem.
"Miss. What's your name?"
A curse nearly burst out of me as I made to bolt — but by some miraculous act of restraint, I swallowed it and called the rulebook to mind once more.
Never, under any circumstances, reveal your real name.
Grant an anomaly's requests whenever reasonably possible.
"Is that a request?"
"No."
A flash of wit deflected the question — but those persistent, probing hands never stopped.
"Your chest and your ass are both a joy to grope, and so wonderfully big. I love it. Your face is gorgeous too, and I bet the goods below are just as fine. Thirty years, easy — I won't be bored once."
"Thirty... thirty years?!"
"You don't age here. This is a place where you can stay with me, forever and ever and ever."
Stroking my ass, kneading it, sexually harassing me straight into my ear — and then the creature dropped its bombshell.
"Humans die if you keep doing that to them!"
"It's fine. Nobody dies here. You can just keep feeling better and better, forever. I really, really like you."
"Aah... stop it..."
I grabbed its wrist to make it stop, but the creature kept fondling me as though my puny hands were incapable of halting it. Just as its fingers climbed up to knead my breasts, I felt something searingly hot press against the back of my ass.
"Hyaaaah?!"
Its cock. The single hot, hard part of a body that was otherwise cold and soft as a corpse.
"Standing still like this means you like it too, doesn't it?"
The creature pressed its cold, soft chest against my back and slid it up and down, and in time with that motion its cock glided up and down between my cheeks. At some point its fingers had also begun flicking my stiffened nipples, up and down, teasing.
"So cute. If you stay nice and still, I'll pin your hips down so you can't escape and stir my tongue inside your pussy until you come apart."
"Ahhn... ah..."
"I'll train your ass until it feels as good as this pussy does. I'll suck those huge breasts of yours, and when I stroke your writhing waist and you shudder with pleasure — mm, you'll look so sexy. So cute."
The information overload hit like a panic attack.
So this is what a woman's body feels like. If we went all the way like this... how good would it feel? She's got an amazing body, after all. Doing it with a beauty like her — wouldn't that actually be a win?
Instinct took over. I pushed my ass out, buried its cock deep between my cheeks, and — giddy at being called cute — swayed them, gently.
"Your ass is so big it's already swallowed half my cock and I haven't even put it in? What an incredible body. I love it."
Its cock rocked up and down between my cheeks; I swayed side to side in rhythm, careful not to get in its way, while hot precum dripped down and spattered against my ass. With its huge hands clamped around my hips — a silent don't even think about running — the creature worked its cock with eager, steady strokes.
"I am absolutely going to fuck both of the holes on that enormous ass. I'll be ravaging you nonstop for three days to start, so brace yourself."
At those words, I clenched my pussy and asshole without thinking.
"Hehe. Nervous, are we? Cute."
As if its cock, already slipped inside my swimsuit, could feel it, the stalker kept cooing cute over and over while rocking its length up and down.
"Aahng! Wait, wait! You're too hot! Aah!"
The cock thickened in an instant. What had been a brand of fire turned to molten lava, searing my ass raw — right around the moment I was about to beg it to stop—
Splurt. Splurt. Splurt.
As if the trickling precum had all been a warm-up act, a staggering torrent of cum came pouring out. In that same instant it pulled free — taking aim at my ass, apparently — and all that cum slapped onto it, clinging shamelessly as if to show off its stickiness, while what wouldn't stick ran slowly down my skin.
Smack.
"Aah!"
The stalker gave my cum-glazed ass a light little spank, as if I were something adorable. The unimaginable sensation — pain and pleasure arriving in the same heartbeat — jolted me wide awake.
"Now then... before I put it in, I suppose I'd better clean all this cum off first. I do love an ass glazed in it, but I love your silky-smooth one even more, you know."
Slick... slick... squelch.
"Aah... not there... aahng!"
"Getting you ready, sweetie. Getting you ready."
The stalker kept stroking my ass, coating it in cum and rubbing until it turned translucent, over and over and over. Then it suddenly slipped a hand inside my swimsuit, stroked my pussy and asshole, pushed its fingers in knuckle by knuckle — and sucked them clean with noisy, obscene relish, as if they were the finest delicacy in the world, while its other hand kept gliding over the cum still running down below.
"Your legs are beautiful too. And your ass, seen from down here while I play with your pussy — absolutely fantastic."
Slurp.
"Aah!"
I was trembling under the stalker's fingers, waiting for the cock I was sure was coming — when it suddenly licked me over the fabric of my swimsuit. The strange new sensation flustered me for all of a second before I pushed my ass out, spread my cheeks with both hands, and widened my stance, settling into a position made for licking.
"It feels so good..."
"Yes. You flirting like that is truly adorable. I'll get you slicked up nice and quick, then put it in."
"H... how are you going to fuck me?"
"First, I'll slide my cock into your pussy — slowly, very slowly, deep — and then knead those huge breasts while I come inside you."
"Ah... aah..."
Just hearing it made my pussy go wet, my womb quivering deep inside. Then the hand that had been gently stroking the cum on my thigh slid upward, nudged my swimsuit aside — and the stalker's tongue invaded my pussy.
"Hyaaaang!"
"Cute."
I jolted so hard I nearly lurched forward, but the stalker caught my waist, licking and sucking my pussy as if to say, where do you think you're going?
"S... sorry, you just startled... ahh... me..."
"It's fine. Shall I pick up where I left off?"
"Yes... yes..."
"First, I'll knead your breasts and pour a thick load deep into you doggy-style, then flip you over. Then I'll lay my cock — fresh out of your pussy and drenched in cum — on your belly. You do want to know exactly how deep it reaches, don't you?"
"Ahhhn..."
"And after that, oh, there's so much fun to be had. I'll suck your breasts, kiss you... playing with your front, I'll come at least ten times."
"Haah... ten times... inside me?"
"Hmm...? That's only my minimum, so I can't promise an exact number. Let me put it this way: if we were outside, I'd fuck you right up until the moment before you died."
At that staggering piece of news, my pussy clamped down hard. Whether it felt that or not, the stalker drove its tongue in deeper — the motion almost like it was measuring just how well I could squeeze. Not wanting to disappoint it, I squeezed for all I was worth, and before long I was wagging my hips side to side, wordlessly asking for more.
The stalker resumed its caressing as if to say, understood. My pussy was already in heat, begging to be stuffed with cock; my thighs were already glazed and coated in cum — now only my calves remained untouched.
"When this is all over... will you do it right away?"
"Who knows? I might just make you wait a little longer."
As if begging it not to tease, I pushed my ass back a little further. And when the stalker — driven even wilder by that spoiled display — buried its entire face against me—
"Ah."
—it accidentally nudged my calf. My leg gave way under the push, and reaching for balance, I took a single step forward.
"Wh... huh?!"
And my consciousness — hazy, as though I'd been wandering through fog — snapped into perfect clarity.