Penalty Jenga!

The Jenga tower…. I stared blankly at it, like a woman bewitched.

"Would you like to go first, Senpai?"

Sirin smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling.

Ha. I let out a sigh and, with a single finger, gently pushed at one block jutting out from the middle of the tower.

Sssk, tok. Crooked, clumsy lettering was written on the block.

Sirin leaned her head right up toward me. Without much thought, I reached out and ran my hand through her golden hair a few times. Soft… and silky… with a faint fruity scent that was simply exquisite. Before I knew it, I'd caught myself rating her hair.

Leaving the block I'd pulled on top of the tower, I leaned back in my chair.

"Your turn now."

"Okay!"

Sirin extracted a block from near the bottom with her fingertip. The tower swayed a little, but it was still early in the game, so it didn't come tumbling down.

Hm…?

"Senpai! Stick your cheek out!"

"…Ugh."

Crack! A sharp report rang out, and a stinging pain bloomed across my right cheek. The impact was enough to knock my face sideways. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

"Ah…! Sorry! I was trying to hold back the force! Your cheek is just so squishy, Senpai."

"You're supposed to hit gently. It's just a game…."

Bleh. Sirin stuck out her tongue.

Oh? Oh, you little… you're dead. A competitive fire surged up inside me. I'd show her the sting of the little shrimp. Srrng. Without missing a beat, I pulled out a block from the middle section.

Belly pressing? Not exactly the penalty I was aiming for, but….

"Stick your belly out."

"Y-you're just going to press it, right? If you hit me I'll die! They say I'll become barren!"

"I'm not going to hit you."

Sirin rose from her chair and stepped in front of me. I placed my hand squarely on the center of her lower belly — and pressed down with my full weight behind it.

"Ugh… hah…!"

A moan slipped out of Sirin's mouth. Not to brag, but I have an exceptional understanding of the human body. I know exactly where every organ sits. I know precisely which spot inside the lower belly holds heat, which one holds pleasure.

Watching the space between Sirin's legs grow damp, I allowed myself a satisfied smile. Heh heh. How's it feel? Getting a taste of your own medicine hurts, doesn't it?

"Sirin, why are you making such obscene noises from a little belly-pressing? Already at your limit?"

"Nnh… take your hand off…."

"Not even five seconds have passed, you know?"

Push. I curled my palm and kneaded the spot just below her navel. Sirin's thigh muscles quivered violently, and her arousal trickled stickily down beneath her skirt.

"Ah-ahh…! Nnngh…!"

I savored Sirin's reactions for a while, then casually scooped up some of the wetness clinging to her thigh and brought it to my lips. Lick. It tasted like… nothing at all. And here I'd expected fruit flavor. Slightly disappointing. Anyway — my turn was over.

Now it was Sirin's turn. With the very tip of her finger, she eased out a block from the very bottom of the tower — the most precarious one. The tower lurched violently, but she managed a clean extraction.

Sirin gasped in delight.

"Wow! Jackpot!"

I fidgeted with my coat and took a small step back, but she was already standing in front of me.

"……."

"Senpai. You know the rules, right?"

—Never break the rules. The rules must be obeyed. You are currently experimenting with the dangers of Jenga.

I took off my coat. Sirin's two hands descended onto my sweater…. Her fingers burrowed straight through the thick fabric and seized the whole plush mound of breast flesh pressed down by my bra.

"Haah…!"

"Your chest is seriously huge, Senpai. It doesn't even fit in my hand."

Squish. She began kneading my breasts at will, like someone working a rice ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cake. The shape of her hand transmitted perfectly through the thick cloth, and every time her palm pressed down on my chest, my nipples — swollen without my noticing — received the stimulation and pulsed with pleasure. Her fingertips prodded my nipples, flicked them back and forth, and moans spilled from my mouth.

"Ah, ahah… stop! Stop kneading…!"

"No way! Soft and squishy like mochi!"

Sirin slipped her fingers down into the valley of my chest. At some point, my sweater had vanished entirely.

—When the hell did she strip me?

Alabaster-white skin between my breasts. Sirin studied that skin intently, then cupped the underside of my breast with her hand. Tickle, tickle. She began teasing the sensitive crease beneath it.

Mmm, mmmh…. I let out an obscene, pathetic moan… and then came back to my senses. At some point I was wearing my rumpled, wrinkled sweater again.

Panting, I reached for the next block. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely grip the thing. Swsck. The tower teetered dangerously as I finally, barely, managed to free the block.

Ah. Damn it all.

"Senpai? What did you get?"

"Uh…."

Sirin snatched the block out of my hand and read the writing. Her glittering eyes went wide. Then she smiled.

"Oh wow! Your drawing luck is amazing today, Senpai!"

"No, that, that's not okay! This has gone way too far!"

"Whatever do you mean?"

Throb. Throb, throb, throb — my head, my brain….

"No. No. No… that's…."

"Senpai! Hold still, please!"

I was the one who had pulled the block, and yet it was Sirin doing the undressing. My black bra came into view. She yanked the cups down in one swift motion, baring my breasts and nipples completely — swollen red and tender from all that kneading.

Exposed to the air, my nipples hardened further under the chill of the room, the cold sharpening every sensation. Senpai, I'm sorry! I have high attack but low defense! Plus you looked like you were about to come if I gave you another chance!

"Ahh…."

"Thank you for the meal!"

"Ah…! Haaang…!"

Sirin bowed her head, took my left nipple into her mouth, and swallowed it. Her hot, wet tongue lapped at the stiffened peak, circled it, and sucked it relentlessly. Chup, chup, tsseup… chuuup…! Obscene noises filled the room.

Her lips ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠compressed the flesh of my breast hard, and like a baby nursing, she pulled my nipple into a vacuum with every suck. Each time the tip of her tongue flicked teasingly over the peak, thunder and explosions went off in my head — BANG! BANG!

"Aang… aahh…! Hn! S-Sirin… aang…!"

I grabbed fistfuls of Sirin's golden hair with both hands and arched my back, hips bucking. Showing not a flicker of pain, she seized my right breast with her free hand and kneaded it, playing with me all the while.

Deep in my lower belly, my womb throbbed and throbbed, spilling out arousal. The crotch of my jeans was already soaked through, the fabric gone dark with it.

"Chuup, tsk… mm, haa… did you know, Senpai? Your chest is absolutely delicious. It even smells sweet…."

Sirin moved her mouth to my other nipple. That crazy woman…! She nipped the peak lightly between her teeth, then rolled it with her tongue.

"Aagh…! That hurts! Don't bite…! Ahh…!"

"You're the one making all those cute noises, Senpai — I can't help myself!"

She began licking her way down the entirety of my chest. Into the valley between my breasts, along the folded flesh at their underside — she stretched out her tongue long and lazily, painting me with her spit, filthy and thorough. Like a cat marking her territory….

After savoring my chest for a long while, Sirin finally pulled her mouth away. A glistening strand of saliva stretched from the corner of her lips to my nipple, thinning until it snapped.

Gasping for breath, too drained even to tug my bunched-up sweater back down, I collapsed into the chair. Sirin drew her block from the tower.

Please. Please, no more….

"Licking again! Senpai! Where shall I lick for you?"

"I-I'm seriously going to die. Please…."

"No can do! This time, I'll lick your belly!"

Sirin undid the button of my jeans. As she pulled the zipper down, my black panties came into view — drenched through with arousal, clinging wetly to me. She forced my jeans down to my thighs.

"Wait—!"

"Too late~"

She pressed her lips around my navel. Lap, lap. Then she stretched out her tongue and laved the inside of my belly button before trailing down along my lower stomach.

Slurp. Everywhere her tongue passed, cold tracks of saliva met the air, leaving a cool, prickling stimulation in their wake.

"Stop it…! That tickles…! Ahh…!"

Her tongue crept stealthily under the elastic of my panties. She licked over the bare, smooth skin above my sex and pushed her tongue all the way to the edge of my most sensitive flesh. The heat and wetness of it. My body had started responding entirely on its own.

CRASH! The Jenga tower we had built came thundering down to the floor.

The game was over. —Sirin was not. Still working her tongue busily, she tidied my top; the sweater brushed against my swollen nipples.

"Nn…."

"The tower fell, so somebody gets a penalty!"

"What… what do you…?"

"You kept moving your legs and hips without permission, Senpai — you shook the table! You're the one who knocked it over!"

"What kind of… that doesn't…."

Sirin lowered herself in front of my sex — reddened and swollen, glistening with arousal. She pressed her lips and tongue flush ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠against it and began to kiss me there, lower lips and upper alike. Tsk, schlick, schlick…. The merciless licking assault had begun.

Because I was a woman, there was no real climax (gush, gush-gush.) — but Sirin stuffed my hypersensitive sex into her mouth and sucked on it all the same. She flicked her tongue-tip against my clitoris, dragged her whole tongue across my entrance, and swallowed down wave after wave of my arousal.

Slurp, schluuurp…. Wet, squelching, obscene sounds filled the Control Room.

Chuup…. Stimulation only on the surface — just licking and sucking — and yet my brain was completely destroyed by it. Pleasure tore through my lower belly as if it were splitting open; my hips arched off the chair again and again and again….

Fsssh! A clear spray of liquid drenched Sirin's face and both her thighs. Convulsions rippled through my whole body as my vision washed white. And then — blackout… moaning in the lingering aftershocks of climax, I drifted out of consciousness.

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I surfaced hazily back into consciousness. My body was clean, my jeans and sweater tidied…. Apparently I'd fallen asleep on the sofa.

"Mm…."

My head was heavy. Fuzzy? I wasn't sure that was the right word, but it felt fuzzy. My mouth was bone-dry, and between my legs was wet and uncomfortable. Between my legs felt fuzzy too.

Checking the time: eight thirty, in the morning. Looks like I'd stayed up all night working overtime. I got up from my seat and checked the desk first. No paperwork — I must have finished everything before sleeping.

Instead there was a yellow sticky note, presumably left by Sirin.

And a heart.

"I have absolutely no idea what that means…."

I crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash. More work would come rolling in soon enough — such is the unchanging rhythm of ordinary life. Though lately it seems like only low-hazard ones have been coming in. Should I ask around?