The Spy and the Purge
Aris struck poses as if she were an elf sage—reading a book, holding a staff—while the camera flashed away. Then she spotted me standing among the staff and broke into a bright smile, waving her hand lightly. Naturally, when the model in the middle of a shoot waved at someone, that someone immediately became the center of attention. As I stood there with an awkward expression, a man who appeared to be affiliated with Taira Entertainment approached me.
“May I ask who you are?”
“I’m Taira Ryuta.”
“Taira…? If I may ask, what is your relationship to the president?”
The way he reacted to the surname Taira confirmed he was definitely connected to Taira Entertainment. Until a moment ago his face had shown clear irritation at an unknown person wandering onto the set, but the instant I said the name Taira, that annoyance vanished as if it had never existed. An awkward smile now greeted me instead.
“The president of Taira Entertainment is my aunt.”
“Ah, I see. And what brings you to the set…?”
“I was supposed to meet my cousin Aris tonight after filming wrapped, but she said it was running late. So I just came by to see her face for a moment.”
“I understand now. One of the filming devices suddenly broke down, which caused the delay. I’m truly sorry that our mistake has interfered with your plans.”
The man bowed deeply. I told him it was fine and gently helped him back upright.
“By the way, who are you? Now that I think about it, I only introduced myself.”
“Oh, how rude of me… I am Shimizu Hideki, General Manager of the External Cooperation Team.”
Shimizu Hideki politely offered his business card with both hands. Since I hadn’t brought any of my own, I simply accepted it. The card read exactly as he had introduced himself: Shimizu Hideki, General Manager of External Cooperation, Taira Entertainment.
External Cooperation Team… Since this was a commercial shoot for a mobile game, it made sense they’d be liaising with the client.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“I’m all right. I’ll just watch Aris’s shoot for a little while and then leave, so please don’t worry about me.”
“Understood. Then I’ll take my leave…”
Shimizu Hideki gave a respectful bow and returned to his original spot. While I’d been talking with him, Aris had already changed into a different outfit and resumed filming—this time as an elf knight clad in armor.
Surprisingly, the armor suited Aris perfectly. She looked exactly like an elven knight. Every time she switched poses, she struck one so perfectly matched to the scene that the entire crew let out admiring gasps. I’d thought she was just beautiful, but it turned out she had real talent too.
“Taking a short break~!”
After another thirty minutes of shooting, the moment the word “break” left the director’s mouth, Aris came running straight toward me with quick, light steps. She looked so much like a golden retriever racing to its owner that I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ryuta, how was I? Did I do well?”
“Yeah, you were incredible.”
I stroked her golden hair. She didn’t say anything, but the armor must have been quite heavy—her hair was slightly damp with sweat.
“Wait for me just a bit~. I’ll go change.”
Aris spoke to me, then disappeared somewhere. After a short wait, she returned wearing simple casual clothes.
“They said changing the props and set pieces to create the right atmosphere takes time, so that’s why the shoot is running so long.”
“Ah, earlier the staff member mentioned some equipment broke down?”
“That too, but rearranging the set took even longer.”
These days most things were done with CG, but it seemed this shoot was aiming for a certain level of realism. According to Aris, they would still apply CG corrections afterward even with the physical set.
“Was it tiring?”
“It wasn’t tiring because of the work, but… I couldn’t go on a date with Ryuta…”
“Hahaha.”
Aris was fidgeting, pressing her index fingers together, and the sight was so adorable that I laughed without thinking. When I did, she puffed her cheeks in a pout and let out a little “Chii~!”
“How long is the break?”
“Hmm… about twenty-five minutes from now?”
When I asked, Aris checked the time on her phone. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered.
“Then… want to go rest in my car?”
At my suggestive question, Aris’s face flushed red and she gave a shy little nod. I led her to my car. At times like this, I was grateful Yukiko had bought me such a large vehicle.
Worried about possible paparazzi or fans, I mobilized every ounce of my master-level senses to bring Aris to the car in complete secrecy. The vehicle had a privacy mode that completely blacked out the windows, so once we were inside there was no fear of prying eyes.
Aris had become somewhat well-known among designers after her recent work in Milan, but she still wasn’t a household name. And since she wasn’t the type to attract obsessive fans, we didn’t have to worry about paparazzi or admirers just yet. Of course, that might change if she grew even more famous.
The moment we got in the car, we kissed as if we had planned it. It felt like a proper greeting. Our tongues seemed to embrace each other, asking, Hello, have you been well? When the kiss ended, we smiled at each other, then—as if on cue—only removed what was necessary below the waist.
Since we didn’t have much time, I settled for caressing her breasts over her clothes. Even so, Aris twisted and moaned at every small touch, proudly displaying just how sensitive she was.
“Ahaaaang, Ryuta’s touch… it’s been so long. I missed it so much. Mmm…”
“I missed your breasts too, Aris.”
With one hand on her chest, I slid the other down her firm stomach, parted the golden, soft meadow, and slipped into the pink swamp beyond. Without much foreplay at all, Aris’s pussy was already incredibly wet.
“Why are you so soaked?”
“I don’t know… the moment I saw you earlier, it just started flowing… Haaang…!”
Was it like how men get hard automatically on dates? My cock was already rock-hard. After having sex with all fourteen members of the 74 trillion, I thought I wouldn’t be able to get it up again, but the second I was alone with Aris, it stood at full attention on its own.
I entered her without hesitation. Aris’s pussy was still warm, slippery, and incredibly pleasurable.
“Ahht, haaang…! Ryuta, I love you, aaaaaahng!”
“I love you too.”
At the word “love,” her walls convulsed and Aris reached climax. Maybe because it had been a while? She came incredibly fast. But I was still far from finished, so I kept striking her womb.
“Nnght, uuh… mmm…! Ahng, haaum…!”
Matching the rhythm of my hips, Aris moaned beautifully. The sight only excited me more, so I thrust even faster. As if her previous orgasm had never happened, she was already racing toward the peak of another climax.
“Haaang! This is so gooood…! Doing it in the car feels so amaazing!”
Seeing her enjoy it this much, I wondered if she might get addicted to car sex. I was starting to feel my own release approaching too.
“I’m about to cum…! Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth! I want to drink Ryuta’s cum!”
At her words, I pistoned furiously until the very limit, then pulled out. Her tight, elastic pussy lips clung to my shaft as if reluctant to let go, nearly making me finish inside her, but I managed to guide myself into her waiting mouth.
Spurt! Spurt!
My cock pulsed, pouring thick semen into Aris’s mouth. As she swallowed, she came again—her pussy gushing with love juices. Even in the middle of her orgasm, she opened her mouth wide to show me the load before gulping it down.
“Huuung…! That was so good, Ryuta.”
“Me too. First time doing it in a car, but it has its own charm.”
Of course I had done car sex during the driving license training camp, but I couldn’t exactly tell Aris, “I’ve done it a few times and you were the best.” So I said it was my first time. Car sex was certainly uncomfortable and cramped, but it carried a completely different thrill compared to doing it comfortably in bed. Checking the time, about twenty minutes had passed. I turned on the air conditioner and helped dry Aris’s sweat-dampened hair.
After three minutes of drying and tidying up, we stepped out of the car. I returned to the set, watched a little more of Aris’s shoot, exchanged a meaningful glance with her, then sent her a message on Line saying I was heading home. After that, I left.
It was roughly twelve-thirty at night, so I figured I’d arrive home a little after one. There was almost no traffic, so I hummed along to the radio as I drove and soon found myself back at the Human Resources Development Center.
“I’m home.”
I muttered to myself as I entered the house. I hung up my clothes, changed into something comfortable, and took a shower. After washing up and stepping out refreshed, I heard a strange sound coming from somewhere. It was the woman’s moans I had been hearing since yesterday and the day before. Hmm… could I go one more round today?
Come to think of it, today was Monday. A brand-new day meant I could probably muster the energy again. I finished drying my hair and stood in front of Yukiko’s door.
“…Haaang… Ah, aahng…”
As expected, the owner of those moans was Yukiko. My stepmother was spending her nights so lonely—how could I, a self-proclaimed filial son, possibly stand by and do nothing?
“Yukiko.”
“Ry-Ryuta? What is it, dear?”
I opened the door and stepped into Yukiko’s room. Immediately afterward, even louder moans filled the space.
Aris as the Elf Knight
