bleeding across paper. Her fingers squeezed my knee gently, a question and invitation in
that simple pressure.
Was she serious? With her father literally five feet away? The man who could absorb
kinetic energy and redirect it—potentially into my face?
I looked at Luka and Kimiko. They were completely absorbed in the movie, Kimiko's head
resting on Luka's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her in a picture of domestic bliss. They
might as well have been in another dimension.
On screen, Manta-Man was having a quiet moment with his love interest. Soft, sentimental
music played as they gazed into each other's eyes on a moonlit beach, the fake CGI waves
lapping gently at their feet. The lighting in our living room dimmed automatically in
response to the darker scene, creating pockets of shadow across the room.
Natalia's fingers tightened on my knee, then slowly began to inch upward, leaving a trail of
heat through the fabric of my pants.
Well, well, Princess. You want to play? In a game this dangerous?
\[ALERT: A SPONTANEOUS HIGH-RISK SCENARIO HAS BEEN DETECTED.\]
\[NEW SIDE QUEST ISSUED: The Climax Commando\]
\[OBJECTIVE: Bring Natalia Kuzmina to a full orgasm before the movie's end credits roll.\]
\[CONSTRAINT: Do not alert Luka Kuzmina or Kimiko Nakano.\]
\[REWARD: 1x Guaranteed GOLD+ Gacha Ticket.\]
\[PENALTY FOR FAILURE OR DETECTION: Acute Penile Hypersensitivity (Duration: 4
hours). Every brush of fabric will feel like sandpaper.\]
\[Accept?\]
Accept.
One hour and thirty-seven minutes remained in the movie.
I placed my hand over Natalia's, interlacing our fingers. She jumped slightly at the contact,
her eyes still fixed on the screen. I squeezed gently, letting her know I was game. Her
fingers tightened in response.
Slowly, I released her hand and let my own begin a casual journey up her inner thigh. Her
breath caught, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her legs parted slightly, granting me better
access.
On screen, Manta-Man was now fighting a kraken. The volume had increased dramatically,
with explosions and battle music providing excellent cover.
My hand crept higher, tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh. She shifted slightly, angling
her body toward me while maintaining the appearance of watching the movie. Her own
hand moved to my thigh, mimicking my movements with surprising boldness.
"This is the best part," Luka said excitedly, leaning forward. "The kraken has seven
different types of venom! Each tentacle is a different color!"
"That doesn't make any biological sense," Kimiko replied.
Their commentary gave me cover to lean closer to Natalia. "You're playing a dangerous
game, Princess," I whispered, my lips barely moving.
"You started it," she breathed back, her fingers inching higher on my leg.
"Popcorn, kids?" Kimiko called, leaning forward with the bowl extended toward us.
We both froze, hands stilling under the blanket. I reached out with my free hand, taking a
handful of popcorn with a smile that I hoped didn't look as strained as it felt.
"Thanks, Mom."
Kimiko settled back against Luka, and I exhaled quietly. Then I felt Natalia's hand move
directly to the front of my sweatpants, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection
through the fabric.
Two could play at that game. My hand slid the final distance, fingers brushing against the
damp lace of her panties. She was already soaked, her body fully primed from our earlier
encounter. She let out a tiny, choked gasp and quickly buried her face against my shoulder
to muffle the sound.
"You okay over there?" Luka called, glancing our way.
"She's just tired," I answered smoothly. "Long day of shopping."
"Mmhmm," Natalia mumbled into my shoulder, selling the exhaustion angle.
Luka nodded, returning his attention to the movie.
Under the blanket, I pushed the lace aside, sliding my fingers along her slick folds. She was
burning hot and ready, her hips subtly rolling against my hand. I found her clit and circled
it slowly, applying just enough pressure to make her shudder.
Her hand tightened around my shaft through my sweatpants, her grip firm. She began
stroking me through the fabric, timing her movements to match mine.
"I didn't expect the villain to be the Vice Admiral," Kimiko commented, munching on
popcorn. "That was a good twist."
"I knew it from the beginning," Luka replied proudly. "His eyebrows were too evil."
Their mundane conversation about the movie created a surreal backdrop to what was
happening under the blanket. Here we were, mutually masturbating each other while our
parents discussed the nuances of eyebrow-based villainy.
The movie entered its final act. Explosions rocked the sound system as Manta-Man and the
Vice Admiral faced off on an oil rig during a storm. The room flashed with the reflected light
of on-screen lightning strikes.
The quest timer showed twenty minutes remaining. Time to finish this.
I drew on my [Intermediate Kama Sutra] knowledge, changing my technique to focus on
her most sensitive spots. I slipped one finger inside her while my thumb continued to work
her clit with renewed purpose.
Natalia's body went rigid. Her hand on my cock stilled as she lost focus. Her breathing
became shallow and quick, her face pressed hard against my chest to muffle any sounds. I
felt her thighs begin to tremble.
"You've got this," I whispered into her hair. "Let go for me, Princess."
Her telekinesis started to leak as she lost control. The popcorn in the bowl vibrated slightly.
A glass on the coffee table slid an inch to the left. I placed my free hand on her head,
stroking her hair in what appeared to be a brotherly gesture but was actually a warning:
Keep it together or we're busted.
On screen, Manta-Man gathered his power for a final attack. The music swelled
dramatically. The villain monologued about his evil plan. The usual superhero finale
garbage.
I curled my finger inside her, hitting exactly the right spot while increasing pressure on her
clit. Her entire body went taut as a bowstring. She bit down on my shoulder through my
shirt, hard enough to leave marks, as a massive explosion filled the screen.
The sound covered her muffled cry perfectly as she came, her inner walls clenching
rhythmically around my finger. Her whole body shuddered with the force of her orgasm,
her telekinesis causing the blanket to ripple slightly despite her efforts to control it.
Then she went completely limp against me, trembling and boneless.
[QUEST COMPLETE!]
[1x GOLD+ Gacha Ticket has been added to your inventory.]
[Congratulations! Your Seduction Progress with Natalia Kuzmina has reached 99%.]
The credits began to roll, and the lights came up slightly. I subtly readjusted the blanket to
better cover Natalia's disheveled state.
"What a great ending!" Luka exclaimed, stretching his arms overhead. "Though I think the
second one had a better villain."
"The third one had the strongest environmental message," Kimiko added, gathering empty
popcorn bowls. "But this one had better special effects."
"What did you two think?" Luka asked, turning toward us.
Natalia was still half-collapsed against me, her face flushed, her breathing uneven. I
tightened my arm around her shoulders protectively.
"I think she fell asleep," I said with a smile.
"Poor thing," Kimiko said, her expression softening. "You should help her to bed, Satori."
"I got her," I agreed, already planning exactly how I'd "help" her to bed once our parents
were out of sight.
"Natalia always could sleep through anything," Luka laughed. "Even as a kid, she'd conk out
in the middle of movies."
Natalia stirred against me, finally lifting her head. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips
swollen from biting them. She looked thoroughly debauched, but in the dim light of the
credits, it was passing for sleepiness.
"I missed the ending," she mumbled, her voice hoarse.
"The good guys won," I told her.
"Let's get you to bed," I said, standing up and offering her my hand. My own need was still
painfully unmet, but the night was young.
"Good night, kids," Kimiko called. "We're heading out early tomorrow to meet with some of
Luka's guild members, so we probably won't see you until dinner."
"Don't worry about breakfast," Luka added. "We'll grab something on the way."
Perfect. A whole day alone with Natalia.
"Night, Mom. Night, Dad," I replied, helping Natalia to her feet. She was unsteady, her legs
still weak from her orgasm.
As I guided her down the hallway toward our bedrooms, her arm wrapped around my
waist for support, she leaned up to whisper in my ear.
"Your turn next," she promised, her voice a husky purr that sent a shiver down my spine.
I smiled, tightening my grip on her waist. "I'm counting on it, Princess."