Battler pays Natsuhi to go too far. (Pink Trigger's Power >3,499, Stacks -1)

"Yeah..." Battler gave Natsuhi the go-ahead, but he was glancing away with a guilty look. It must have been quite a lot of guilt, indeed, for him to tear his eyes from the show in front of him. It seemed like both Natsuhi and he understood the implications of continuing here. It also seemed as though neither was going to address them directly.

"... Very well." Natsuhi addressed Battler directly, facing him with her hands crossed below her stomach and in a clear voice, but with her eyes tightly shut. "Ordinarily you'd be wearing appropriate summer gear or a variation on this outfit in order to participate, but, lacking that... Please, strip to your underclothes. I'll avert my eyes to repay your earlier consideration, of course."

"... It's a little late for that to mean anything, isn't it, Aunt Natsuhi?" The young man muttered that under his breath, but did as he was asked. As she promised, Natsuhi looked away as the young man quickly stripped off his tie, coat, and vest. He paused in his red undershirt and white suit pants. Neither he nor his aunt said anything, but she opened her eyes, made eye contact with him, then shut them once more. Picking up on the signal, Battler continued. Both he and Natsuhi looked impatient as he got off his shoes and socks, then began unbuttoning his shirt. I could tell the mother was doing her hardest to steady her breathing, but she had begun staring at some dark corner of the room again, as though looking to someone standing there... As though she were looking for approval, some sign that what she was doing wasn't a terrible mistake.

Finally, when she and I looked to Battler again, the young man was standing in nothing more than his plain white boxer shorts. His fit young body was on full display, and the bit of clothing he had left on represented a thoughtful but meaningless gesture. The shape of his erection was pretty well on display, and I made a point to focus on Natsuhi's flushed reaction to it rather than staring at it myself. His aunt gave a nod, then stepped back into the darkness slightly. "Stand where I was, and face the seat. Place your hands on your hips. I'll show you what to do with your lower body."

Battler's face was bright red in the candlelight from the table near the love-seat as he did what he was told, mimicking her straight-shouldered posture from before. The young man's back visible to me for only a moment before Natsuhi approached him from behind. The leis she had donned earlier were the sole remaining vestige of her practiced routine from before: she'd left the bra and skirt behind, and as she removed the flowers, she now wore nothing but a high-strapped but otherwise conservative pair of black panties. She placed one lei over Battler's head, allowing the flowers to fall around his neck as her breasts remained just a hair from him, her nearly-naked body close enough for him to feel her breath. She placed the other carefully on his head. "It is my role to make you feel welcome here, Battler. With that in mind... Please, remain still and allow me to do the work for you."

Without giving him a chance to change his mind, Natsuhi pressed her bare nipples against his exposed back, reaching her own arms through the hoops formed by his. That allowed her to reach down, lower his shorts with no wasted motion, and grab a hold of his shaft. With her delicate hands, she began rubbing across the length of it with her palm and fingers, while her free hand traced a slow circle near his hips. As she offered him this reach-around handling, she placed her head against the back of his shoulders, allowing her brown ponytail to brush against his back as well as her chest as she moved lightly against him.

"N-Natsuhi..." Battler grunted through clenched teeth as the woman threatened to bring him to a very early completion.

"It's all right, Battler. Don't feel ashamed, and don't feel nervous." I saw Natsuhi give a small smile with a complicated mixture of emotions behind his back. "If this is the way I was meant to serve the Ushiromiya family... as well as my husband and my daughter... So be it. I'll do what is necessary to secure their futures and repay your generosity. I am not so vain as to believe this service is equal to your payment, but please: consider the price of the pride I have set aside to make this happen and allow me to grant you release-"

Battler had been clenching his teeth and looking ready for the aforementioned release at any moment, but with effort, he had left the pose she'd assigned him, wriggling himself free of her grasp. This shocked her so much that she fell backwards onto her backside, propping herself up with her bare hands. The young man stood with his well-prepared cock looming over her. "Natsuhi! It's useless... I won't let it finish like that!"

"Huh? What on Earth... What do you mean?!" Natsuhi seemed to be interpreting this as him saying he was retracting his offer so he could keep that portion of the money.

"I'm saying, I won't accept this ending, getting jacked off by just your hands while you hide your face like it's something to be ashamed of! Where you treat that money I'm giving you like it's a token of pity! Natsuhi, accepting that offer was my decision. It's a choice I made because I thought the woman offering it to me was worth it, no more, no less!"

"Battler!! That's... a ridiculous thing to say to your aunt... to a woman like me, in this position..." Natsuhi complained, but she looked past his member and instead at his face, surely knowing he was speaking the truth.

"I'm saying you earned that money, so when you claim it, I want you to do it without shame! There's nothing you need to be ashamed of. You were given an offer, just like me, and you took it... Nobody took advantage of anybody, nobody was tricked, and this is a fair deal, isn't it?! So hold your head up! That's the only way I'll be satisfied."

Instead of complying, Natsuhi only hung her head even more deeply. "How can I...? To think, this was the only way I could be of help to my husband and daughter...! This kind of undignified action-"

Unable to entertain her self-disparaging attitude any longer, Battler stepped forward... Then, to my surprise, he plunged his hand into her large ponytail. He didn't pull her head up by it, but he must have tugged to indicate she should raise it. He gave her a wide grin. "I won't hear any more of it. Okay, Aunt Natsuhi! I've taken all of my pride, and I've put it all aside for the sake of what I know I want. For now, during the action, let's say I don't want a dignified and proud member of the Ushiromiya family. Instead, I'd like a slutty hottie that'll let me cum between those huge tits. If I say it that way, is it easier to give me what I'm paying for? Or are you saying you won't do it?"

"I... I'm not saying anything at all...!" Natsuhi shut both her lips and her eyes tightly. It seemed to be a bit difficult for her, but she moved onto her hands and knees, then allowed Battler to sit back on the low loveseat. Then, she approached him and moved the shelf of her heaving chest onto his lap. In this position, it seemed impossible for her to keep up a dignified expression: she gasped with exertion as she began using her hands on either side of her breasts to knead his cock between them, quickly becoming lubricated with the pre-cum from the man's already-erect tip.

"That's good... It's good, Natsuhi!!" Battler shouted and put one of his hands forward, wrapping into her ponytail again. "Ah... I can't believe you had this kind of talent all along! To think, I could have missed out on this...! Yeah, you need to have pride, Aunt Natsuhi! You've gotta have pride in this incredible rack of yours!"

Natsuhi gasped as she continued to exert herself on her nephew's lap. She looked at him with a bit of indignation. "Th-this isn't anything I've practiced... Even with your uncle...!"

"Then it's natural talent? Ihihi-hihi! Oh-oh man... N-Natsuhi, one last thing that'll make it all pay off! Do your hands like this!" He showed her the gesture she wanted. "This dirty nephew of yours wants you to do that with a smile on your face! Do it and I'll-!!"

There was no chance or need for him to explain what he would do. Natsuhi wore a confused smile on her face but shut her eyes tightly, holding her hands to either side with two fingers of each raised in tentative, slightly bent peace signs as the throbbing member in front of her released a thick load on her face, across the bridge of her nose and hanging in sloppy threads from her bangs. Her eyes opened just slightly as she held the expression he'd asked for, looking to see if he was satisfied.

Naturally, he was... Battler threw his head back and groaned from the exertion.

... I thought to myself this side of Natsuhi was truly a triumph of my Pink Trigger. To think I had bent the tale of this character, who normally appeared as a haggard and prudish mother without a shred of romance, into something so intensely erotic... Eva hadn't interrupted, in spite of losing the game, seeing as Battler had spent the last of his money. I could imagine she was stunned speechless.

Well, this scene was definitely exciting, even if it was a total fantasy...

As if reading my thoughts, Beatrice appeared alongside me in the dark. Occasional passing glimpses of her eyes were provided by golden butterflies which occasionally flitted near her. "Fantasy? Player... This is the same Natsuhi I have always known, in my many years sharing this manor with her."

... I told Beatrice I found that hard to believe. It was a little hard to believe I had even written it. There is a common line of thinking among scholars like me that Natsuhi hated the Ushiromiya family and had no passion for any of it... Some think she'd basically given up on life. The amount of youthful vitality and passion she just showed for Battler is something I spun from nothing, isn't it?

"Don't be so full of yourself, human." I saw Beatrice's grin sneering at me in a flash. "This passionate Natsuhi is the one I have always known... Why do humans insist on denying the most exciting, fantastic elements of their own stories? More importantly for this moment, when you know so little of the truth, why project upon her story your most dull interpretation? The Natsuhi I know will do anything for her husband and daughter... Furthermore, she is secretly quite a romantic! A bit unexpectedly erotic, is she not?" The witch's eyes curled as if sharing a secret. "She and Krauss actually get up to this kind of thing all the time! Every morning when he rises, that oaf's stiffie is greeted by his loving wife in this manner! Do you have any proof otherwise?"

... I supposed I didn't. Ah... I felt like I had just awakened to a new way to love Natsuhi. I thanked Beatrice for that gift.

"Well, I'm not saying you don't have anything to do with it unfolding this way." I saw a glint in Beatrice's eyes, and it took me only a moment to realize that the friendly chat I'd been having wasn't as friendly as I'd been interpreting. "On that note, I'll give you another gift, a lesson about witches. We are very generous in our own fickle way, human. We love to lord our knowledge over the ignorant. Do you know when our favorite time to bestow wisdom is, Player?"

I... had a guess. It's right before-

In the darkness, my body was gruesomely mangled by a number of ritual stakes. When the lights come on later, it'll be indisputable proof of the presence and murderous intentions of the Golden Witch, Beatrice.

But did you know? There's a Beatrice who respects the tortured mother of this mansion, watches over her romantic exploits, teases her, and even fancies talks about love with her and others... Maybe she even has a twisted love of her own.

I died believing that. Can anyone prove otherwise?