Whereabouts of the Fixed Party #6

"Luke...."

Even hearing it again, it was the same name.

Luke!

Rebecca was calling my name right now. Her fingers brushed a sensitive spot as she called out to me.

"Hk—!"

Startled, I had no choice but to duck behind the hallway wall. I made a slight noise as I moved, but thankfully Rebecca seemed too absorbed in her act to hear it. I steeled my nerves and poked my head out again to look toward the bed.

"Nngh. Hngh...."

Rebecca lay on the large double bed.

She was in a position with her knees drawn up, and between her thighs, her pink private parts were dangerously exposed. Her body was slick with sweat, likely from masturbating for quite a while. And of course, the parted cleft below was thoroughly soaked too.

"Hnnng.... Ah.... Haah.... Luke...."

What reason could she have to call my name while touching herself?

I pondered it for a moment, but there was only one answer.

Astoundingly, it seemed Rebecca was using me as the subject of her lewd fantasies right now.

And she was even voicing my name out loud.

'Incredible...'

Was I dreaming right now?

I pinched my cheek just in case, but the pain was vivid. Rebecca was masturbating right before my eyes. And doing so while calling out my name with such yearning.

'Didn't she just have her first experience yesterday? Isn't she sore? She's got the energy left to masturbate?'

Maybe she wasn't entirely free of pain; Rebecca furrowed her brow every time her fingers brushed over her pussy. Yet beneath those furrowed brows, her lips parted to release faint, heated breaths. As if thinking of someone, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

'Should I say something now?'

I started to call out to Rebecca but stopped myself.

Perhaps, right now, Rebecca was feeling something that could truly be called pleasure for the first time while caressing herself. If I inferred correctly from our conversation in the campsite tent, she had tried masturbating before but had never managed to reach a climax. But right at this moment, the expression on her face clearly showed she was feeling it.

And to be completely honest.

Secretly watching Rebecca masturbate.

It was so arousing it sent chills down my spine. The thought that I'd be completely fucked if I got caught made a cold sweat trickle down my back. Even now, with her eyes closed, Rebecca's fingers were touching her private area.

"Aaah.... Ah...."

A moan escaped Rebecca's parted lips. The hand caressing her chest and the fingers stroking her pussy were clumsy beyond belief, yet she was undeniably moving her body by instinct. It was truly a perverted thing to say, but watching her, I felt like cheering her on. After all, I was the teacher who had taught Rebecca how to masturbate. How could I not be pleased to see my partner diligently reviewing such lewd lessons?

'Seems like she's a bit sore down there? Is it okay for her to touch directly like that?'

Because every time she touched her pussy, she was certainly wincing in pain. It seemed the pain was suppressing her body's growing heat. Yet even if Rebecca slowed the speed of her fingers stroking her cleft, she didn't stop.

'...Shouldn't I stop her? She might hurt herself at this rate.'

The moment I started getting worried.

"Nngh...!"

Rebecca lifted her fingers and pinched her erect nipple. Up until now, she had only been kneading her breasts, but now she'd taken a step further and begun rubbing her nipple.

Swish—. Swish—.

Wet with sweat, or perhaps some other fluid, her pink nipple was captured between her thumb and forefinger as she began to gently roll it. She was faithfully mimicking the caresses I had tried on her body.

"Ahht. Haaah...."

Had it been effective?

Rebecca's tightly furrowed brow slowly unfurrowed. Then, as pleasure gradually washed over her, her expression slackened. Watching that scene unfold right in front of me, I was so turned on that my lower half felt like it was about to burst.

"Hoooh."

The moment Rebecca gently cupped her clit with her fingers.

"Aaang!"

With a light shudder running through her body, Rebecca reached her climax.

In this instant, Rebecca had reached a climax using her own hand.

"......Luke."

Calling my name, she lay still on the spot for a while. Her face was flushed. Looking at Rebecca like that, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

'What should I do? Should I just leave? Should I let her enjoy her private time...?'

If I showed myself now.

Rebecca would surely be so mortified she could die.

Cause of death: shame from being caught masturbating.

If she realized someone had been watching the moment she finished her private time? And especially if the person she'd been using in her lewd fantasies appeared?

'Oh, wow.'

If it were me, I'd kill myself.

Just bite my tongue and die.

But from a dark corner of my heart, a depraved desire surged up, and I wanted to see Rebecca's face when her masturbation was discovered. I was dying, absolutely dying to see it. Who could possibly win between good and evil? The evil side was just too lewd, so it was bound to win. After wrestling with my conscience, I made my decision.

I'm sorry, Rebecca!

"Ahem!!"

I cleared my throat loudly and strode into the room.

Holding back the laughter threatening to burst out, I looked at Rebecca.

Right at that moment!

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...!!!!!!!!"

Rebecca let out a shriek and shot up on the bed.

With a loud noise, she flopped back onto the mattress. Oblivious to any pain in her tailbone, she stared at me with horrified eyes and screamed.

"What the hell!! Why are you here...!!"

"Just wanted to rest? And I had some stuff to drop off."

As if to prove my point, I pulled the key from my pocket and waggled it.

Rebecca stared at me with wavering eyes. The key was clearly the last thing on her mind.

"D-Don't tell me you saw everything?"

Even leaving the rest unsaid, I knew exactly what she was asking. She was asking if I'd seen her absorbed in masturbating. I answered her honestly.

"I saw it all. Sorry."

"A-And me talking to myself...?"

"......I heard all of it. You were calling my name pretty energetically."

I let out an awkward laugh and opened my mouth.

"It was nice to hear."

Even though I said it with a laugh, Rebecca couldn't join in.

Rebecca shrieked at me.

"Hey! You!! Crazy bastard!!"

Rebecca snatched whatever her hands could reach and threw them at me. Her face a mask of pure shame, she hurled blankets and pillows. Taking a pillow square to the face, I had no choice but to topple to the floor.

But that didn't mean I had nothing to say in my defense.

"You were so focused, it was awkward to interrupt!"

"You call that an excuse!! Uwaaaaaah...!!"

Suddenly, she began frantically banging her forehead against the bed. Like a roly-poly doll, she slammed her head as if trying to erase the embarrassing memory through shock therapy. But embarrassing memories aren't something that get erased by methods like that.

It seemed like too great a mental shock.

So I decided to soothe Rebecca.

"Calm down! There's nothing to be embarrassed about!"

"Shut up!"

"No, I mean it. At the very least, you have no reason to be embarrassed in front of me. Aren't I the teacher who taught you how to masturbate? How could I possibly mock you when my student has worked so hard and finally achieved results? I'm incredibly happy right now. My heart is racing because I'm so genuinely happy. I'm so moved, I'm in tears!"

I raised a finger and pointed to the corner of my eye.

Tears were genuinely welling up there.

Actually, it was because I took a pillow straight to the face, but anyway, I decided to chalk it up to being moved to tears.

"Why on earth are you happy. *Sniffle*...!"

Sprawled face-down on the bed, Rebecca let out a sound like a muffled shriek.

I plopped my ass down on the bed beside her and patted her back soothingly. But I made sure not to actually lay a hand on her back, just in case she tried to bite.

"These things can happen in life, Rebecca."

"Hngh-ha-ha-hang!"

"At least you got caught masturbating by your boyfriend. I've even been caught by my little sister. I thought I'd die of embarrassment then. Couldn't talk to my sister for an entire month."

"Do you call out your sister's name when you masturbate? *Hic*...!!"

"Uh, not that, but. Anyway, the situation is similar. I carry the same kind of sorrow in my heart as you do."

"If you know my pain, then just kill me...! Please! *Hic*."

"See? I'm living just fine, aren't I? You've got to pull yourself together and keep going too."

"How, how can I keep going when I've got no strength! *Sniff sniff*!"

For a long while, she lay face-down, sniffling.

After a considerable amount of time had passed.

Perhaps having calmed down somewhat, Rebecca finally lifted her head. I fetched the blanket and draped it over her. Rebecca rolled herself up in the blanket, cocoon-like, and poked only her head out.

"Luke."

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"...What happened today has to be an absolute secret. You can't tell anyone else."

"Of course! Even if my skull gets cracked open, I'd never tell a soul."

"Then that's that.... I-It's not like I didn't do anything wrong either, since I was having weird fantasies about you. So I feel kind of sorry, too...."

"Sorry? To me?"

"...Yeah."

Rebecca feels sorry toward me?

Thinking about it, I could see why that might be the case. If the person you'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been using as masturbation material suddenly appeared before you and figured out your lewd fantasy, a feeling of guilt would certainly follow. Right after the feeling of being totally fucked, guilt would inevitably crush your heart.

"It's okay. I'll forgive you completely."

"Really...?"

"In exchange, just answer one question for me."

"A-Ask away—."

I knew it was a rude question born of curiosity, but I just couldn't hold back. I asked Rebecca the question I'd been dying to ask.

"Just what exactly were you fantasizing about me?"

"...Wh-why do I have to tell you that! You crazy bastard...!"

I thought for a second and came up with a decent excuse.

"Because I think it'll help with mana charging."

"Mana charging...?"

"If I know what you were fantasizing about, next time I'll be able to do things exactly the way you want. You must have something you wish for from me during sex, right? That's what you were imagining in your head while you touched yourself. Am I wrong?"

Rebecca mulled it over for a moment, then apparently decided my excuse was plausible. She looked at me and gave a small nod.

"...There is something I wish you'd do."

"What is it? A kiss?"

I naturally expected the word 'kiss' to come out of Rebecca's mouth. She always wore such a pleased expression whenever we kissed. But against my expectation, Rebecca shook her head.

"No—."

"Huh? It's not a kiss?"

"...Wh-what we did last night."

Last night!

What did I do last night ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠again?

There had been so many different kinds of caresses that I couldn't pin it down. If kisses were out, then nipple play? Or G-spot stimulation? Surely she wouldn't mean actual insertion.

Rebecca wore a hesitant expression.

And then, eventually, she spoke up, looking at me.

With eyes full of anticipation.

"When you rubbed that stick-like thing of yours... all over my body."

I couldn't help but be surprised as I met Rebecca's gaze. I tried to keep the calmest expression possible, but my astonished look must have shown on my face. Before I knew it, Rebecca was looking at me with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

"Why? Is it weird?"

"No, not weird at all."

Sumata!

Rebecca was talking about sumata, rubbing our genitals ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠together.

I remembered that after she came once from the foreplay last night, I had diligently rubbed my cock against Rebecca's pussy, which was slick with her juices. In the end, unable to stand just having it rubbed, hadn't she asked me to put it in?

- Just put it in now.

At the time, I thought she was just frustrated and wanted me to enter her.

I figured she just wanted to get the pain of penetration over with quickly.

Feeling gratified that my thorough foreplay had paid off, I cracked a satisfied smile.

"So, you want me to do it again?"

"It's exactly, th-that's not what I meant! I was just saying it felt good...!"

"I'll remember that. Until next time we do it."

"No—! I don't think you need to remember! Please, just please don't remember it...!"

After all that loud chatter, Rebecca had loosened the blanket she was wrapped in a little bit.

When I handed her the strawberry pie I'd brought, she polished it off neatly from inside her blanket cocoon.

I felt that buying a sweet treat had definitely been a good choice.

Before we knew it, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠checkout time was approaching.

We packed our things, and I decided to visit the Adventurer's Guild together with Rebecca.

To collect the bounty for slaying the elderly giant, of course.