Week 1: Aoba's Date, Part 3

Once the door had closed, the only sound that could be heard in the elevator was the heavy breathing of the two women clad only in a thin veneer of paint as they stared into each others’ eyes, neither having the courage to move in their current predicament. Upon diving into the elevator, both had fallen to the floor—Aoba lying on her back, with Aífe on top of her, the Mistress’ breasts pressing down into Aoba’s much more meager chest. After a couple of moments spent in tense silence, Aífe felt her breasts press further into Aoba, their faces coming within millimeters of each other as the **** from the ascending elevator pushed them even closer, to the point that either could swear that she felt the other’s heartbeat. Aoba briefly glanced away, blushing, before gulping, closing her eyes, and tilting her face closer—lips slightly open, beckoning Aífe to claim them. Matching her date’s determination, Aífe closed her eyes and kissed Aoba passionately.

Kissed the Mistress! +1 VP
First time bonus! +1 VP
Aoba’s first kiss! +1 VP
Current score: 17 VP

Though it only lasted a few moments, it felt to them as if they’d spent hours lying there, sinking deeper into each other. What had started as a pure, yet fervent locking of lips had become a feverish display of desire—tongues entwining as they moved to hold each other tightly, Aífe cradling Aoba’s head and Aoba wrapping her arms around Aífe’s shoulders and her legs around Aífe’s waist. They were so focused on one another that they failed to notice the elevator stopping and the doors opening, having reached their destination. It took another minute or so, once the elevator let out a gentle ding to remind them that they had arrived, for them to stop making out and get up off of the floor.

“That was…” Aífe blushed as she trailed off.

“Yeah, it was.” Aoba grinned, still somewhat dazed from the experience. They then took a moment to look each other up and down, noticing that their “clothes” had smudged as their bodies had rubbed against each other.

“We should probably shower off—I don’t know how Sera would react if we got paint on all of the furniture.” Aífe chuckled awkwardly, turning her head to see the massive stain that they left on the elevator floor. “We’ll have to apologize about the elevator next time we see her.” Aífe grabbed Aoba’s hand, leading her through the doors into the Lily Suite—chuckling quietly at her reaction to the very large and opulent living quarters. “Whenever we’re done, there’s a section in my closet for guest clothes—it’s automatically linked to the wardrobe in your room.” She explained, pointing to the doors that led to her room and the bathroom.

“That’s great, but now I feel a bit silly for bringing a change of clothes with me.” Aoba looked down at the paint-stained bag she was carrying.

“It’s not like you had any way of knowing.” Aífe shrugged as she walked toward the bathroom. “C’mon, let’s get washed off.” The pair entered the lavishly adorned bathroom, Aoba’s mouth once again hanging open in awe. Once the water was warm, they both got in, cleaning themselves in awkward silence—Aoba rationing her courage for later, and Aífe distracted by the realization that she hadn’t bathed alone in more than 48 hours at this point, an exceptionally unfamiliar occurrence for her. The shower passed without incident, neither of them brave enough to do anything beyond sneaking brief glances at the other’s nude form.

While the two date goers grappled with the awkward sexual tension, the others were gradually gathering in the dining hall for dinner, with a couple exceptions—Diona, fidgeting as she waited for any sign of Mallory leaving her room, and Mallory, who was currently hiding in her room from everybody else, especially Diona. As Natalie left the Hibiscus Suite, her shoulders weighed down by her concern for her roommates current emotional state, she made eye contact with the person responsible. She frowned, crossed her arms, and walked over to Diona to question the guilty-looking girl.

“So, um… did Mallory tell you about what happened?” Diona broached the subject first, sheepishly looking down.

“No. She won’t talk to me about it.” Natalie’s gaze bore into Diona’s face. “Do you wanna tell me your side of things? I don’t know what you said or did, but Mal’s been in a heck of a state since she got back from your workout session. She’s real upset, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“It’s my fault.” Diona clenched her hands around the hem of her jacket. “I was trying to help her break out of her shell a bit, but I… I pushed her too hard. I said some things that she wasn’t ready to hear, and it was too much for her.”

“Was it things she wasn’t ready to hear, or things you shouldn’t have said?” Natalie’s eyes narrowed further.

“I promise that all of it was stuff I thought she needed to hear!” Diona held up her hands in defense. “I was trying to help her, I swear!”

“If this was you tryin' to help, I’d hate to see you tryin' to hurt.” This was the first time anyone there had heard Natalie’s tone get as icy as her expression, and it sent shivers down Diona’s spine. “Against my better judgement, I’m gonna let you go in there and try to fix it, but if you mess this up further, I’m gonna come back up here and knock you into next week lookin’ both ways for Sunday. Do you understand me, missy?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Diona gulped. She stood, rooted in place, as the model walked away and descended the staircase. Once Natalie was out of sight, Diona took a couple of deep breaths, steeling herself before crossing the hall and opening the door. Upon entering, she was greeted with the sight of a figure sitting on the bed, cocooned in blankets. The figure’s words were muffled, but Diona was fairly certain it said, “Go away.”

“Mallory, I—” Diona started before losing her words. She walked over and pried the blanket cocoon open, revealing Mallory, face still red from crying. “I’m so sorry, Mallory. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.” Diona pulled Mallory in and hugged her tightly.

“Why? What made you say all those things? Calling me out for being some sort of deranged pervert?” Mallory was almost on the verge of tears again.

“Because I was trying to get you to accept that part of yourself.” Diona pulled away. “Because I know exactly how hard it can be to shove that part of yourself down, how painful it can be to deny yourself.”

“You do?”

“I know it’s hard to believe with how I dress and act, but yeah, I do.” Diona pushed some of the blankets aside so she could take her spot on the bed next to Mallory. “I’ve been super horny since I was in high school, but I shoved it down, because it wasn’t okay for a high schooler to act the way that I act. It wasn’t until I turned 18 that I said, ‘Fuck this, I’m done pushing down my desires for the sake of everyone else’s comfort.’ So, I completely changed up my wardrobe and how I acted, and then I went out and got laid. Like, a lot.” She grinned as she reminisced before snapping back to focus. “And you know what felt even better than all the sex?”

“Um… is this some sort of trick question? Are you going to say, ‘the orgasms,’ or something?” Mallory tilted her head, unsure of where Diona was going with this.

“Those were great, and I definitely had a lot of them, but that’s not what I was going to say.” Diona chuckled. “The greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt was the freedom from not having to hide anymore. The freedom of just being myself.”

“And people were okay with that? With you acting like…” Mallory trailed off.

“Like a deranged pervert?” Diona threw Mallory’s words back at her, and the brunette bit her lip as she realized how her earlier statement was just as much of an insult to Diona as it was to herself. “Of course, they’re not okay with it. I get at least 3 dirty looks every time I go out dressed in my usual clothes. But you know what? They can go fuck themselves. I’m not breaking any public decency laws, and it’s not like I’m going around elementary schools acting super sexual.”

“Wait, didn’t you have a threesome in a car in a Waffle House parking lot literally two days ago?”

“Pfft, it was behind the Waffle House, and we had the windows covered.” Diona waved off Mallory’s rebuttal. “But that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is that all that hiding my perverted side and being ashamed of it was accomplishing was making my life worse. So, if it doesn’t hurt anybody, and I know when I should tone it down, what’s the harm in indulging?”

“I’m… still not sure I get your point.” Mallory stared at Diona, confused.

“Ugh, my point is that what I said to you earlier wasn’t meant as an insult.” Diona grabbed Mallory’s hand and squeezed it. “When I look at you, I see someone acting how I used to. You're locking away a part of yourself out of shame, instead of embracing it. Nothing is wrong with you for liking stuff like that—it’s just a kink, everybody has them!”

“Really? Is that a fact?” Mallory looked skeptical.

“I guarantee you that anybody who says they don’t have any kinks either hasn’t explored them, or just isn’t interested in sex in the first place.” Diona stated matter-of-factly. “So, stop beating yourself up just because tight clothes get you going. Hell, it’s basically an advantage with where we are, right now!”

“I… guess you have a point.” Mallory pondered their situation. “Everybody around me has always said I’m kind of plain, but the audience gave me 4th place on the popularity poll.”

“Totally! Not only does the audience dig it, but it also helped you get the attention of the one person who’s opinion matters most for us.” Diona looked at her, expectantly, only to be frustrated by the blank stare Mallory gave her in return. “Our Mistress, you dummy! Come on, you saw how Aífe was looking at you! She was obviously into it, too! And who can blame her?! Anyone with eyes could see how absurdly sexy you looked!” Mallory looked down, embarrassed by Diona’s compliments. After a few moments of breathing deeply, Mallory regained some of her composure and smiled at Diona.

“Thank you for coming to talk to me about this, I’m sorry I freaked out on you, earlier.”

“No, I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Diona shook her head. “I was way out of line, so thanks for letting me clear things up.”

“I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to embrace that part of myself so quickly. Could you please… just give me some time?”

“Absolutely.” Diona smiled cheerfully and got up. “Come on, let’s go get some food. I’m pretty sure I only have 30 minutes until Natalie starts hunting me down, and while the thought of being punished by a sexy, blonde model sounds really hot, I don’t think she has any sexy punishments in mind for me.” She offered a hand to Mallory, and the brunette took it. “Hey, I was thinking—do you have anything planned for your date in a couple of days?”

“Not yet. Why?” Mallory asked.

“Well, if you’re okay with it, I thought maybe we could brainstorm tomorrow while Aífe is out with Miss Rich Girl.” Diona offered. “Come up with ideas for you to catch up with, and hopefully woo the panties off of Aífe. Within your comfort zone, of course. We could even invite Miss Model, too. What do you say, Mallory?”

“I think that sounds like a good idea.” Mallory smiled for the first time in hours. “And you can just call me ‘Mal’, okay?” The gremlin grinned cheerfully, and they departed for dinner holding hands.

As the two frontrunners for the “horniest contestant” category had their heart to heart, Aífe and Aoba finished showering and toweling off, and heartily devoured the two bowls of ramen that Aoba had ordered. They were currently sitting next to each other on the couch, chatting while enjoying the mochi ice cream that Aoba had requested for dessert.

“So, what do you think we should show her next?” Aoba asked, the topic having turned to their watch party with Erica earlier that day.

“Hmm…” Aífe thought for a moment. “Once we show her a few more anime to get her used to just how out there they can be, then I bet we could get her into Kill la Kill, but for right now, I was thinking we stick to the mecha genre, since she likes the giant robots—either Code Geass or Witch from Mercury. What do you think?”

“You know I’m just going to vote for the one with yuri in it.” Aoba laughed.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from the Oni of Aomori.” Aífe teased, only for things to immediately get awkward with the reminder of Aoba’s side gig.

“Yeah… that’s me, alright…” Aoba looked away, too embarrassed to look Aífe in the eye. “So… you seem… pretty familiar with my work.”

“Yeah.” Aífe was at a loss for what would be appropriate to say in this situation. She didn’t exactly have much experience with discovering that one of her best friends was also one of her favorite hentai artists. “Your stuff has always been… really good. Lots of, um… detail! Lots of detail.” The silence between them hung awkwardly until they both burst out laughing at how silly they were being.

“Pfft—why am I so hung up about this? We’ve seen each other naked, for crying out loud!” Aífe wiped the tears from her eyes as she laughed.

“I know, right? What’s the point of even trying to hide it from you, anymore? Ooh, the lesbian artist likes to draw girls doing it, big surprise!” Aoba covered her mouth, trying to stifle her own laughter.

“Oh, fuck. The last couple of days have been crazy.” Aífe sighed as she leaned back in her seat.

“No kidding. You never exactly expect to be kidnapped for a sex show.” Aoba moved to sit crisscross rocking back and forth slightly.

“I have to ask—are you okay, Aoba?” Aífe sat forward, looking into Aoba’s eyes with concern. “I’m fine, obviously, but I was the one who got a free transition and eight beautiful women being told to sleep with me. Your situation is way worse.”

“It’s… complicated.” Aoba pursed her lips as she thought of how to explain her thoughts on the situation. “On one hand, I’m really happy—I’ve had so much fun the past couple of days with you and Erica, and everyone else is really nice, too. Except Cecilia, I guess.” She laced her fingers together to rest her chin on them. “And, sure, the transformations are scary, not to mention the threat of elimination, but mine was entirely beneficial.”

“I can’t argue with you on that point.” Aífe recalled just how strong Aoba’s transformation made her.

“On the other hand, it’s a lot to take in. All of these rules, these new people, the things I’m expected to do.” Aoba’s expression fell, clouded with doubt. “I don’t have the kind of experience that Erica and Diona have to fall back on.”

“Hey, there’s no need to be nervous.” Aífe lightly rubbed Aoba’s back to comfort her. “I’m just as inexperienced as you are. And I promise, you don’t have to push yourself—we’ll go at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”

“Thank you.” Aoba turned to face Aífe again. “I honestly don’t know what’s come over me. It’s like there was this voice in my head, cheering me on to go out and be daring, to seize this new opportunity. I don’t know how I worked up the courage to do all of that stuff yesterday and today, but it was great.” Seeing Aífe’s concerned expression, Aoba rushed to make her point. “Sorry, if I’m rambling—what I’m trying to say is… I’ve decided to try my best. To try and put myself out there.”

“That’s good to hear, Aoba.” Aífe smiled. “As long as you don’t try to push yourself too hard.”

“Right.” Aoba nodded. “And that’s why I wanted to ask—um… I know I’m not as pretty as the others, and my boobs are a lot smaller, and I don’t know what I’m doing. But, in spite of all of that, can I, um… can I be your girlfriend, too?!” She pleaded, eyes sparkling with hope.

“Aoba…” Aífe pulled her in close. “I wish you wouldn’t say those things about yourself. I said, ‘8 beautiful women,’ didn’t I? That includes you, silly.”

“Wait, you mean—”

“Of course, I’d love to have you as my girlfriend.” Aífe wiped away some of the tears of joy that were forming in Aoba’s eyes before pulling her in for another kiss, this one much sweeter and more tender than when they made out on the elevator floor. After a few minutes of holding each other, they noticed how late it had gotten, and so began preparing for bed—Aoba taking her turn to brush her teeth while Aífe changed into her sleep clothes. Once they switched, Aoba was faced with one more decision—one she gathered the last of her courage for the night to go through with.

When Aífe came back into her room, she was confronted with a sight she had been wholly unprepared for—Aoba clad in sexy, red lingerie—the secret items she had slipped into her clothing purchase the previous day. Upon noticing the door opening, the oni had pulled her legs up to show off her soft lower lips outlined in her panties, and she put on the best seductive expression she could manage.

“Aoba, what are you—” Aífe stammered, taken aback.

“This is part of me doing my best.” Aoba blushed. “I wanted to… to do stuff with you, but this is the best I can manage for right now. We can do whatever you want, as long as it’s over the clothes.”

“And you’re sure about this, Aoba?” Aífe asked as she crossed the room to kneel on the bed next to her.

“I am.” The oni steeled herself one last time. “I didn’t say it earlier, but there’s a third hand.” She reached for Aífe’s hand, moving it to rest gently on her panty-clad crotch. “On the third hand, all of this is really hot. You’ve seen the stuff that I draw—it's not like those were all commissions. I just drew what I’m into. And some part of me has been obsessed with how sexy this situation is, how horny I am at the thought of being yours, of belonging to you, of you owning me.” She whispered the last thought. “So, tonight you get a sneak peek of your prize—what you’ll get when you make me yours. And I’ll do my best to make you mine, as well.”

Aoba once again tilted her head to beckon Aífe to kiss her, and Aífe took that opportunity with no hesitation. This kiss was just as loving as the one they’d shared on the couch, but with the heat and urgency they’d had in the elevator. As they made out, Aífe’s hand brushed lightly along Aoba’s body, her thighs, her stomach, her neck—teasingly ignoring her breasts and pussy, preferring to save those for last. They broke the kiss long enough to change positions, Aoba sitting in front of Aífe, leaning into her while the redhead wrapped her arms around Aoba’s waist. The teasing continued for what was an almost unbearably long time to Aoba before Aífe’s hands finally found their destination.

“You can—mmph—move my bra out of the way.” Aoba requested, wanting more direct stimulation. Aífe complied, and her fingers began tracing lightly around Aoba’s nipples—the tiny nubs hardened from the cool air and Aoba’s arousal. Aífe continued her work, teasing and occasionally pinching Aoba’s nipples while the fingers of her other hand began tracing the shape of Aoba’s lower lips through her panties, occasionally running themselves along her slit. Aoba turned her head so she could continue kissing Aífe as she melted into her embrace. Eventually, Aífe could feel the moisture soaking through Aoba’s panties as the oni’s breathing quickened. Sensing the time was right, she began lightly rubbing Aoba’s clit through the fabric. Aoba’s eyes shot open before her expression turned glassy and she moaned into Aífe’s lips. A few moments later, she broke the kiss as she felt the pleasure building, about to boil over.

“I’m—ah—close!” She panted. “I’m—I’m—CUMMING!!!” She cried out as the dam broke, her orgasm rocking through her, her toes curling and her eyes rolling back. When she came down she could do little more than lie there as Aífe held her close.

“That was… amazing.” Aoba slurred, gazing lovingly at Aífe through lidded eyes.

“You were so fucking hot just now, Aoba.” Aífe kissed the now very tired oni one last time before moving them both into a resting position. “We should get some sleep. You look exhausted.”

“But what about you?” Aoba protested, despite struggling to keep her eyes open. “I should try to make you feel good, too.”

“Don’t worry about it, Aoba.” While Aífe was certainly pent up from her experiences over the past couple of days, she had been focused more on Aoba’s pleasure, and she wasn’t going to ask her to reciprocate in her current state. “Just get some sleep. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to explore each other more.”

“Okay, that sounds really nice. Good night, Aífe, and thank you—that felt really really good.” Aoba’s eyes drooped shut, and it didn’t take long for her to start snoring.

“Good night, Aoba.” Aífe kissed Aoba on the forehead before closing her own eyes. Though it took a while to calm herself, she eventually fell asleep.

Heavy petting! +3 VP
First time bonus! +3 VP
The Mistress played with Aoba’s breasts! +2 VP
First time bonus! + 2 VP
Aoba came! +1 VP
Current score: 28 VP