Getting a good look (Pink Trigger)

When you see a curtain fluttering like that, it just makes you start dying to know what's behind it. Gaap's miniature dress was erotic, but there was something so much more erotic just behind it! One way or another, I wanted to see it. As George and she began to trade blows, each issuing a high-leg kick and crossing them mid-air like something out of a kung-fu movie, my eye wasn't on the action. I saw every swish of Gaap's dress, nearly exposing her presumably nude pussy. How must such a fashionable demon groom down there? I wanted to know! Displace, dress!

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Is the demon so modest, or is this another form of torment? As she fights George in this difficult battle, blow for blow, she somehow also ensures that every attack teases a better look at her juicy thighs, her naked hips, her unadorned buttocks... but I never get to see the best parts! What is this? Couldn't she at least jiggle out form that slot in the top and show me a nip slip?!

George, you're no better! I'm having to look out of the corners of your eyes to see anything good! Don't tell me you're just going to ignore all of that lavish gift, a feast for the eyes, the high-rank Gaap's pink flesh?! Pay attention, damn you!

Fine... If you're not going to pay attention, I'll make you pay attention!

Gaap performed a roundhouse kick next that went over George's head as he ducked. There it is: my opportunity! George's hands reached out and grappled his opponent's dress. With all of his masculine strength, the young man did my bidding: he took each cloth piece of Gaap's dress and tore it across, not unlike when you tear open a bag of candy or potato chips! The fashionable bow holding the side of that lewd dress popped into its original ribbon shape, and with a snap, what was once a dress become something more like a front and back curtain!

"You were interested in that sort of thing after all? Or are you just trying to piss me off, boy?"

Ignore her! For now, you must lift, George!

Ah... There it is. Gaap's pussy. The closest thing this demon wears to inner-wear are those striped stockings of hers, extending just up to the knee. Beneath, she goes commando. I saw her slit, with a slutty, heart-shaped trim of golden pubic hair just above it. The way her legs were lifted allowed me to see the whole shebang while her body twisted: not just the lips, but the curve and just a bit inside. Beautiful... I only wish these glasses had a slow motion function.

Now, George, I want to see the ass too. When she turns-

Oh shit! Oh no. My reaction speed isn't as fast as George's. I shouldn't have controlled him so entirely. Aaah... That lovable young man just got clobbered in the side of the head by Gaap's shapely demonic legs. Ah... I'm not allowed to kill, right? That means George is probably fine. You can walk it off, George. I believe in you and, more importantly, my graciousness towards you as a writer towards his character.

That's not good... I can't see out of one of his eyes. The hit must have been pretty bad. But it looks like his head is still in tact.

Mine is throbbing, though... probably a side effect of these glasses. I pulled the spectacles from my head with some difficulty. Why was it difficult? Probably because the frames seemed bent up. In fact, one lens was broken to pieces. It was difficult to get off of my head, since the pieces were sort of embedded there, in my hair and in my skull.

Shit. I felt woozy. I collapsed to my knees and dropped the glasses, now seeing just the pebble foot-path beneath me. Ah... That's right. George can't be killed here, but I can. I'd just acted as his personal magical barrier.

Damn these gracious glasses of mine...