Truth or dare (round 3)

Brief had barely recovered from the chaos of the massage-slash-catfight when the bedroom door creaked open again.

He looked up, expecting Stocking to be wrapped in a towel or maybe storming out still angry. What he got instead was... not that.

She stepped in slowly, arms half-crossed, a mischievous little smirk twitching at the corner of her lips.

She was wearing a huge purple-and-black striped button-down shirt, long enough to almost count as a dress—but only almost. The fabric hung loose on her frame, clearly borrowed from some oversized section of her wardrobe, but it did nothing to hide the fact that her body underneath was anything but oversized.

Every time she shifted her weight or reached up to tug the slipping shoulder back into place, the hem of the shirt rose just high enough to reveal the dark edges of her black panties clinging snug around her hips. The contrast was brutal. The soft oversized shirt made her look cozy… but the little flashes of black lace turned that cozy energy into full-on bedroom bait.

And the real problem? That shirt didn’t fit badly at all in the front. If anything, her chest was pushing the buttons to their structural limit, the striped fabric straining to stretch across the weight of her bust. One button had already given up halfway down. Another looked like it might tap out at any moment.

Brief went stiff. And not in the standing-at-attention kind of way.

His eyes darted from her thighs to the dip of cleavage between the shirt’s lazy folds, to her hand adjusting the collar, to the faint glimpse of lace again—God, he was going to die.

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re staring. Again.”

“I’m not!” he lied, with the volume and pitch of someone caught red-handed by airport security.

Stocking grinned and walked past him with an unnecessary sway in her hips. “Mm-hm. Sure.”

As she bent down to grab Kuromi from the couch where she’d left her earlier, the shirt rode up again, teasing him with a full glimpse of the panties now clinging tight across her butt.

Brief turned crimson and snapped his head toward the ceiling like it had suddenly become very interesting.

She straightened up and cradled Kuromi under her arm. The plush peeked out from her chest—again—like it belonged there.

“Ready for Round Three, pervert?” Kuromi’s smug little voice piped up from her cozy spot.

Brief, still recovering from the fashion ambush, cleared his throat and turned toward her. “Okay... your turn. Truth or dare?”

Stocking flopped back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, Kuromi still lodged smugly between her breasts. “Ughhh... I don’t have the energy for a dare. I’m spent, perv boy.”

Brief blinked. “Wait, what? That’s it?”

She waved a hand lazily. “Truth. Let’s get it over with.”

The air sagged with disappointment. Brief’s shoulders actually slumped. “Seriously? That’s how we’re ending round three? Just a truth?”

“One last round deserves a proper finish,” Kuromi insisted from her soft throne. “Truth can be far more revealing… if you ask the right question.”

Stocking lazily looked toward Brief, her face half-buried in a pillow. “Well? Come on. Ask something juicy, or don’t waste my time.”

Brief hesitated, glancing between her sleepy eyes and the way the oversized shirt had bunched up around her thighs. He had so many questions, most of them criminal, all of them terminally horny.

But instead, he asked: “What’s… the best thing you’ve ever tasted?”

A pause. Stocking blinked once. “...Seriously?”

He shrugged awkwardly. “Y-you said you didn’t have energy. I was trying to pick something chill!”

Stocking gave him a bored glance, playing with a loose thread on her oversized shirt. “You want the truth? Fine. My favorite treat in the whole world…”

She rolled dramatically onto her stomach, chin in her hands.

“Lollipops.”

Brief blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. Sweet, sticky, a little messy… the more flavor the better.” She gave him a slow, smug smile. “You’re not surprised, are you?”

Brief chuckled nervously. “Well, I mean, you do really love sugar…”

Before he could finish the thought, Kuromi chimed in from her usual spot between the pillows:

“Nothing in this world has more sugar than Brief’s saliva.”

There was a beat of silence. Brief stared at the plush. “Haha… okay, that’s not how science works—”

But Stocking’s eyes had lit up. Pink stars practically shimmered in them.

“Wait…” she muttered, voice low and curious. “Is that true?”

“Wha—No! Come on, it’s obviously a joke!”

Stocking didn’t answer. She was slowly crawling toward him across the bed, the soft creak of the mattress sending Brief into panic mode. Her oversized shirt slipped upward a little with every shuffle of her knees. Her eyes never left his lips.

“Uh, Stocking? Why are you—? You’re looking at me weird—Stop looking at me like that!”

“I’m just wondering,” she said, dreamy and distracted. “How sweet you really are.”

Brief practically fell backward off the bed, holding his palms up. “Okay, ha ha! Let’s calm down—Kirumi was just being weird again!”

“Curiosity is a sign of intelligence,” Kuromi cooed smugly.

“Shut up!!”

But by now, Stocking was nose-to-nose with him, her face close enough that he could smell faint strawberry from her earlier lollipop. She tilted her head playfully, her bangs brushing his forehead.

“I mean… if I don’t try, how will I ever know?”

She licked her lips slowly.

“Unless…” she grinned wickedly, “you’re scared.”

Brief’s brain was rebooting in real time. “I-I-I’m not scared! I just—this is science, right? We need a proper experiment protocol! A hypothesis! A clipboard—!”

She pounced forward—not like a tiger, more like a sugar-hungry kitten—and the motion caught Brief totally off guard. He flinched back, tried to dodge, but her weight knocked him flat onto his back with a soft whump.

“Wha—Stocking!”

She hovered over him, straddling his thighs without a hint of shame. “Just one little test. Science, remember?”

“Y-You’re sitting on me!!” Brief squeaked, trying to push himself up on his elbows.

“Stop moving,” she said, grabbing his face between her hands, fingers cool and soft. “I have to aim.”

“A-Aim? What—?”

Then her forehead bumped into his.

Her lips crashed into his in the most chaotic, uncoordinated, unexpected way imaginable. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t smooth. It was more like a clumsy sugar-powered collision—brief (ha), breathy, and confusing.

Their teeth knocked. Her lip slipped off his. A strand of her hair stuck to his cheek.

She pulled back after half a second, blinking slowly, a bit stunned herself.

Brief’s eyes were wide open, frozen, his hands flared out to the sides like he’d been hit by lightning. His lips tingled. His brain was fried. His ears were on fire.

“I—uh—That—That didn’t count!” he blurted.

Stocking blinked. “Yeah. That was kinda lame.”

“Lame!?”

“I missed the center,” she mumbled, licking her lips thoughtfully. “Might need a second try. For… control.”

“I recommend repeating the test at least three times to establish a reliable data set.”

“KUROMI, YOU’RE NOT HELPING!!”

But Stocking was already leaning in again—grinning.

“Hold still this time, sugar boy.”

Stocking’s hands had slid down to his chest, keeping him pinned under her, her weight comfortably straddling his thighs. Her grin was gone now—replaced by something softer, heavier. Her lips glistened slightly. Her eyes half-lidded. Her voice dropped to a whisper:

“…One more time. For real.”

Brief’s heart tried to punch its way out of his ribcage. “W-Wait, hold on, we’re still just testing a theory, right? R-Right??”

Stocking didn’t answer.

She leaned in with deliberate slowness, lips parting just enough to tease—just enough to see Brief’s entire nervous system short-circuit. Her long hair tickled his cheeks. Her breath was warm sugar. The weight of her chest settled ever so slightly on his.

This time, her lips found his perfectly.

Soft at first.

Then deeper. Hungrier. She tilted her head and pressed in, plush lips molding against his, slow and lingering, like she was determined to taste every drop of whatever Kuromi had claimed. Her body shifted ever so slightly—just enough to drive Brief out of his mind.

He gasped into her mouth, and that made her smile into the kiss, dragging it out with exaggerated flair. She even let out a little moan—just one. Purposefully dramatic.

“Mmnn~”

Brief was melting.

Absolutely melting.

His toes curled. His fingers clawed the bedsheet. This was a kiss meant to end worlds. He didn’t even care if he passed out halfway through.

And just as her hands slid up toward his flushed cheeks—

DING-DONG.

Stocking froze.

Brief blinked.

DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG.

“You have GOT to be kidding me,” Kuromi muttered, somehow sounding disappointed and smug.

Stocking let out the longest, most pained groan imaginable. She flopped forward dramatically, face into Brief’s shoulder, squishing him beneath her.

“I hate people.”

Brief was too dizzy to even speak.

“Should we ignore it?” Stocking mumbled, not moving.

“Y-Yeah. Y-Yeah, definitely,” Brief stammered, red as a tomato.

DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DOOOONGGGG.

“…I’ll kill whoever it is.”

She finally rolled off him, stomped toward the door with her hair a mess and her shirt sliding down one shoulder.