"Oh fuck," Akira cursed.
"She... she saw me!" He scrambled backwards, hitting his elbow against the wooden wardrobe. The movement was clumsy and desperate as he tried to get away.
"I—I’m so sorry! I thought... the door was open... I just..." he stammered, pulling up his sweats.
He didn’t wait for a response.
He ran out of her apartment and slammed the door behind him. He sprinted back into his own room, locked his door, and entered under the covers. His heart was beating so fast like it was ready to leave his chest.
Akira lay there, gasping, waiting for Mei-san’s screams or the heavy knock of the police.
The system pinged in his mind, showing the cold, hard stats of his failure and success:
[PP GAINED DURING ESSENCE SIPHON: +35 PP]
[CHOICE A: INDULGE - FAILED EXPOSURE CHECK]
[Mei Kasai AFFINITY: -10 (FROM 50) = 40]
[RISK EXECUTED: HIGH]
[REWARD RECEIVED: +35 PP, SKILL: LUST EAVESDROP (LVL 1)]
"Oopsie, darling! Bit of an adrenaline rush there, wasn’t it? Well, you got the skill, but you upset the landlady. Better prepare for consequences!" Ai’s voice was completely unhelpful, but sounded amused.
Then suddenly... Knock. Knock. Knock.
Akira’s breath caught at the soft sound of the knock. He looked wildly around the room. "It’s... Mei. Open the door, Akira."
Her voice sounded soft, muffled, and very composed.
His mind raced through possibilities of what he might find on the other side: anger, perhaps, or worse, simple, crushing disappointment.
Would she throw him out? Would she report to his mom?
"Akira!" She knocked again and he knew he would have to face her one way or another.
With a sigh, he stood up and opened the door.
Mei was standing on the other side, now fully dressed in a simple black dress. The flush was gone, replaced by a deep crimson stain high on her cheeks. She was beautiful, calm, and completely captivating.
"Akira-kun," she began. "I think we need to talk about what you just saw... and what I just saw you doing."
She paused, then looked down and met his eyes with a disturbing directness.
"Specifically," she continued, "I want to see what you were holding."
Akira swallowed hard, pulling his sweats tighter around his waist. "Mei-san, I... I’m sorry. I came over to ask for milk, and the door was open. I heard a noise, and I... I didn’t mean to look. It was a mistake, a very big mistake. Please, just let me... don’t kick me out."
Mei did not flinch. Instead, she stepped inside his room and closed the door behind her.
She stood there in her simple black dress, the fabric hugging her curves, her cheeks still flushed a deep red. Akira backed up a step, his heart pounding, unsure what to say.
"D-Did you... see it?" Mei stammered, twisting her hands together and avoiding his eyes.
’Oh god, what am I doing? He caught me in the middle of... that. I should just tell him to keep quiet and not tell anyone about it. This is so embarrassing... I’m twice his age, his landlady, his mom’s friend for crying out loud. Just end this quick, Mei.’
Akira swallowed hard. "Mei-san, I..."
She cut him off, forcing the words out. "You know, men do that kind of thing all the time too. It’s natural. And women... we feel the urge too sometimes. It’s just... human."
Her voice trailed off, and she bit her lip. ’Why am I explaining this? Stop talking! Just say ’keep it a secret’ and leave before you make it worse.’
Before she could get the words out, Akira blurted, "I won’t tell anyone, I swear! I’m really sorry for peeking and intruding like that. It was an accident... I didn’t mean to."
Mei’s eyes widened slightly. "Oh... really?" She let out a small sigh of relief, stepping closer and gently taking his hands in hers. Her touch was warm and soft. "You won’t?"
Akira nodded. "I promise."
"Thank you, Akira-kun. That means a lot."
He nodded quickly, trying to ease the tension. "Honestly, I didn’t even see much in the first place. The angle you were sitting at... it was mostly just shadows."
As she held his hands, Mei leaned in a bit, her chest rising and falling with her breath. Her full breasts were right in front of him now, straining against the thin fabric of her dress, so close he could smell her faint, floral scent mixed with something muskier.
Akira’s body betrayed him; his erection from earlier hadn’t fully gone down, and now it throbbed harder, straining against his sweatpants like it had a mind of its own.
He shifted awkwardly, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
But Mei did.
Her gaze went down for a split second, and her inner thoughts raced. Oh my... it’s still so hard. I saw it from my room when he was... doing that. It’s huge... bigger than my late husband’s, even. How can a young guy like him have something that size? Stop staring, Mei! This is wrong.
Just then, a familiar red screen popped up in Akira’s vision.
[CHOICE AVAILABLE]
[OPTION A: Play it safe and apologise again. Reward: +5 Affinity with Mei]
[OPTION B: Make a move... ask if she wants to see more. Reward: +20 Perv-Points, Unlock Tease Scene]
Akira’s mind whirled. "Ai, what do you think?" he thought quickly. She’s still in shock or something, but the feeling I’m getting is, she’s currently receptive
The system’s voice chuckled. "Exactly. Go for B, darling. She’s curious, push it."
Mei had no idea what possessed her in that moment, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them. "Can I... see it again? Your... dick. It’s so big... I haven’t seen anything like it before."
Akira blinked, stunned. He hadn’t even made the move yet. Or was it the essence around him affecting her?
With a nervous breath, he nodded and slowly pulled down his sweatpants. His thick cock sprang free, standing rigid in the air. Mei’s eyes went wide, her flush deepening as she stared.
"Wow," she whispered in a breathy voice. "It’s even bigger up close."
He shifted, feeling exposed but excited. Mei hesitated, then smiled shyly. "Since you said you didn’t see much of me before... it’s only fair if I show you mine too."
In her mind, she was freaking out.
’What am I doing? This is so embarrassing. I’m acting like a horny teenager. But... it’s been so long since anyone looked at me like that.’
With trembling hands, she reached down and slowly lifted the hem of her dress, bunching it up around her waist. Akira’s eyes widened at the sight of her neatly shaved pussy, smooth and glistening.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and she was still dripping... hard. There was a line of her pussy juice flowing out of her hole, hanging like a loosely closed faucet, then trails of wetness on her inner thigh.
Is that from her masturbating?