I'll help her understand the meaning of the story in exchange for a favor (Pink Trigger)

"Gretel... There is only one way that a character in this story comes to understand my meaning for writing it. You understand, right? If you'll offer me a favor, I think I can help you get a little closer to the understanding you're looking for."

"This is sounding bad already. What kind of favor are you looking for?"

I want the same favor that anyone who's been **** to watch your short skirt and thigh-high stockings create the perfect zettai-ryouki area would want. I want you to cradle me with those thighs of yours.

"Oh. Now I'm sorry I asked."

Now now... Don't let a little thing like this be a deal breaker. It doesn't have to be sex. Just let me have your thighs and that will be enough. I didn't wait for her to answer... I grabbed her by the shoulders and began to gently set her down towards the bed. This is fine, right, Gretel? The only one who's going to suffer from a little thing like this is whatever servant has to clean the sheets later.

"..."

She's not answering me, but she's not resisting either. Maybe she thinks that a situation like this is the best way to put my story to bed (literally) without having to actually let me inside her? So be it... She's underestimating me, but I'll take it. Now, take off your skirt...

"I don't remember that being part of the deal. What about that schoolgirl zettai-ryouki you claimed you liked?"

Zettai-ryouki between a shirt and stockings is another type of it. Just oblige me a little further.

Giving me a cold glare, she hesitantly began to nudge it down, until she could lift her legs out of it. I could tell her breathing was getting a little heavier... in the low, pink light of my lamp, I could see color beginning to rise to her face. She modestly held her shirt tails down so I wouldn't see anything... but just a look at the curves of her exposed hips and the bits of her white, cotton panties I could see beneath were making me as hard as I needed to be to accept this bit of her favor. She's all tsun and no dere, but even that part of her is starting to feel a bit erotic.

I wasn't the type to leave a lady waiting. I quickly unzipped my pants, revealing my member, which glowed with the light of my Pink Trigger, giving it supernatural firmness and size. I could see from the look in her eyes that she hadn't been expecting something like that. Ha ha... You've probably read a pornographic story or two, Gretel, but you never though you'd see something like this in person. You're probably thinking about what it would be like to take it inside you, aren't you?

I placed both hands to the sides of her head on the pillow, leaning over her body, then thrust my spear between her thighs, feeling the softness on either side as the head of my penis squished against the bedsheets. Oh... This is all very pleasant. But shouldn't we chat? You wanted me to spill it and tell you why I became so devoted to the Ushiromiyas and the rest of the actors in the Rokkenjima incident, right?

She was still quiet. Strange... What do you hope to learn?

Well, I can teach you a few things, Gretel.

And when it's done, you'll understand my love completely!