Guess the body part

Panty finally gave up on the warzone that was her outfit pile. With a tired huff and a careless smirk, she yanked on a loose, dangerously cropped sheer top from the edge of the bed — not even bothering with a bra this time.

The fabric clung to her skin in all the wrong ways: barely reaching her midriff, practically translucent when it stretched across her skin. Her nipples were hidden… but just barely, like the shirt was constantly one bounce away from surrender.

She turned her back to Brief, muttered, “Whatever, this works,” and then flopped face-down onto the bed with theatrical exhaustion.

The bounce that followed was physics-defying.

Her huge breasts pancaked outward, squishing wide under her chest and threatening to spill out from under the flimsy hem of her top. A dramatic sigh followed, her long legs kicking lazily behind her.

“Okay, loser,” she mumbled into a pillow. “I’m dressed. You survived.” She peeked up with a lazy grin. “Let’s call it… foreplay.”

Brief, standing like a stunned deer at the foot of the bed, blinked.

“F… Foreplay?”

His voice cracked. His soul cracked.

His entire face was glowing red, and his hands were still awkwardly hovering mid-air from the struggle of tying her bikini. His brain was desperately buffering.

He couldn't even tell if the comment was a joke, or a threat, or both.

Panty just gave a little wiggle of her hips against the mattress and sighed contentedly. “Mmm. Don’t worry, you didn’t completely suck. I give your hands, like… a 6.9 out of 10.”

Brief didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His brain had blue-screened.

Panty lazily rolled onto her side, one leg folded over the other, her sheer top riding high again. She looked like she was ready to take a nap — or seduce someone purely by accident.

Brief was still frozen, standing stiffly at the edge of the bed like he’d glitched out of reality.

That’s when Kuromi, still perched on Panty’s nightstand like a queen on her throne, tilted her head and sweetly chirped:

“Foreplay achieved. Would you like to continue to level two?”

Panty blinked.

Brief flinched.

“What does that even mean?” Panty muttered, squinting at the plush.

“Level two: Pillow interaction.”

Panty shrugged. “Whatever. I’m bored anyway.” She grabbed a pillow, scooted toward the head of the bed, and then smirked as she patted the spot next to her.

“C’mon, perv. Sit. I’m not gonna bite. Yet.”

Brief moved like he was approaching a live bear trap. Every nerve screamed don’t do it, but his legs didn’t listen. He sat beside her — barely — half a butt cheek on the edge of the mattress, hands in his lap like he was at church.

“Please place your head in her lap,” Kuromi chirped helpfully.

Brief coughed. “What!?”

Panty snorted. “Wow. You really suck at games, huh? It’s part of the next level, apparently. C’mon.” She tapped her thigh with a mock sigh. “Just get it over with before Kuromi gives me something dumber to do.”

Brief hesitated.

Panty cocked an eyebrow. “If you think I’m doing this because I like you, you're dumber than you look.”

Then she gently, firmly, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled.

He toppled sideways and landed with his head squarely in her lap — her pillowy thighs parting just enough to cradle his skull, her top hanging slightly forward, giving him a full view of soft skin and the sheer curve of her chest through that dangerously thin fabric.

“Successful connection.” Kuromi said with the tone of a vending machine.

Brief couldn’t breathe.

Panty, however, was already back to looking bored, her fingers idly playing with a lock of his hair.

“Ugh. Your shampoo sucks,” she muttered.

“Stroking his head increases intimacy levels,” Kuromi added.

Panty paused, blinked, then resumed petting him with a smirk. “That so? Guess I’m helping you ‘level up,’ huh, nerd?”

Brief whimpered.

And Kuromi smiled, ever silent — but somehow in control of everything.

Panty lounged across her bed like a cat in the sun, stretching lazily, her oversized striped shirt riding up just enough to hint at dangerous territory. Brief, sitting awkwardly on the floor nearby, was still recovering from the last several chaotic minutes of near-****-by-breast.

He hadn’t said anything. Mostly because he couldn’t trust what would come out of his mouth.

Then, as if summoned by cosmic mischief, Kuromi's voice rang out with innocent cheer.

“Let’s play a classic bonding game: Guess the Body Part.”

Brief’s heart stopped.

Panty perked up with a sly smile. “Guess the what now?”

“You guide him, he guesses where he’s touching. No eyes, just hands. A perfect test of trust, intuition, and sensory focus.”

Panty laughed. “Sounds dumb. I’m in.”

Brief blinked. “W-Wait, hold on, I—”

“Shut it, nerd.” Panty flopped over, rummaging through her drawer before tossing a purple silk sleep mask at his chest. “Blindfold on. You’re gonna learn anatomy the fun way.”

“I—I really don’t think this is a good ide—”

“Beginner hesitation noted,” Kuromi hummed. “But the game has already started.”

Panty sat up, grinning ear to ear. “You heard her, science boy. Get blind.”

Brief, against all better judgment, slipped the mask over his eyes. Darkness. Deep, terrifying darkness filled with the scent of vanilla lotion, cotton sheets, and Panty’s barely-contained energy.

Panty scooted across the bed, shifting the mattress as she moved. Brief could sense her right in front of him now—too close. Every nerve in his body stood at attention.

“Let’s see if you know a girl’s body by touch alone, Romeo,” she teased. “You mess up, I laugh. You get it right… well, I’ll still probably laugh.”

Brief swallowed.

Game on.

Panty leaned in close to Kuromi, holding the plush like a secret conspirator.

Kuromi, in her signature sugar-sweet tone, whispered directly into Panty’s ear with deliberate slowness:

“Start with… the outside of your . . . . . .”

Panty grinned like a kid unwrapping a prank gift. “Oh, we’re starting tame, huh?” she muttered under her breath.

She turned back toward Brief, sitting cross-legged on the bed in front of him, barely inches away. “Okay, nerd. Hands out.”

Brief, blindfolded and flushed, cautiously lifted his trembling hands like a bomb defuser on edge. The mattress dipped under her weight, and he could feel the subtle warmth radiating from her presence as she took one of his wrists and slowly guided it forward.

And then… contact.

His fingertips landed on soft, smooth skin. Warm. Velvety. He instinctively froze.

Holy crap. That’s her thigh, right? Probably her thigh. Definitely not her arm—too firm. Not her stomach—too low. Not her—dear God, not her—

His thoughts were scrambled eggs. The pads of his fingers barely grazed the surface, but every sensation was amplified. He could feel the subtle tension in her muscles, like she was holding a pose, maybe bracing herself—or maybe just messing with him.

She didn’t say a word. Not yet.

This has to be a trick. She’s waiting for me to say something stupid. This is a trap.

Brief swallowed, mentally reviewing every anatomy diagram he’d ever studied like this was a pop quiz in health class. The way the skin curved ever so slightly under his fingers… the warmth… the shape…

“I-It’s… your thigh?” he guessed, voice trembling.

A beat of silence.

Then Panty burst into laughter. “You sound like you’re about to cry! Yeah, genius, it’s my thigh. You passed Level One.”

“Round two: Begin when ready.” Kuromi chimed, chipper as ever.

“Things only get… harder.”

Brief whimpered softly.

Panty cracked her knuckles. “Oh, I’ve got the perfect next one in mind.”

Panty leaned in to Kuromi again, holding the plush up like a ritual item. Her massive chest accidentally squashed against Kuromi's plush face as she whispered with a mischievous grin, “Alright, what’s next?”

“Let him guess your . . . . . With precision.”

Panty’s eyebrows lifted. “Ohoho~ Spicy.”

Brief, still blindfolded, sat nervously in place, trying not to vibrate out of his skin.

“Alright, round two, dweeb. Same rules. No peeking. Don’t worry, I won’t bite... unless you miss.”

She crawled onto the bed in front of him again, this time even closer. Brief could feel the weight shift as the mattress dipped. His pulse spiked.

“Okay,” Panty whispered. “Guess the body part... again.”

He hesitantly reached forward, arms trembling. Her hands gently guided him again… lower this time. His fingertips brushed against warm skin—soft, but with a faint firmness underneath.

His breath caught in his throat.

Holy crap. Is this… Is this what I think it is?

His palms accidentally bumped into the curve beneath her tank top. The thin fabric was bunched, revealing just enough to expose the smooth underside of her huge breasts—totally bare underneath.

“U-Uh… your… chest?” he squeaked.

Panty snorted. “Close. Try again, professor.”

“U-underboob…?” he stammered.

Panty clapped once. “Ding ding ding~ And now for your reward—an even more dangerous challenge!”

But before he could respond, disaster struck.

The way she was leaning in to guide his hands had unbalanced her. The mattress shifted again—briefly, dramatically.

Her knee slipped.

Her whole body lurched forward.

And suddenly, she was in his lap, straddling him.

Brief made a high-pitched sound as her thighs hugged his sides and her chest bounced forward. His blindfold slipped halfway off from the impact. Through the fabric, he could feel the incredible softness pressing down against him.

“Unexpected immersion is the fastest path to enlightenment.” Kuromi announced from the bedside like it was a TED Talk.

“I—I DIDN’T DO THIS!” Brief yelped, hands flailing in the air like surrender flags.

Panty, chest jiggling slightly with every motion, just blinked and gave him a smirk. “Wow. You’re really bad at staying still. You trying to cheat, pervert?”

“No!! This isn’t part of the game!!”

She leaned forward until her lips were inches from his ear. “It is now~”

“Level three: bonus round unlocked.” Kuromi said with a soft, devious hum.

“Guess the body part... with your face.”

Brief passed out. Almost.

Panty adjusted herself on the bed with a little bounce, her previously selected outfit hanging on for dear life: a cropped, skintight vinyl bikini top in shiny hot pink, hugging her inflated J-cup chest like it was a hostage situation, and dangerously low-rise denim shorts that looked like they belonged to a doll. The shorts were unbuttoned, hanging slightly open—because they refused to close fully over her new, plush hips.

The outfit didn’t just scream “bad idea”—it moaned it.

Brief, still blindfolded, had barely recovered from the last “guess” when Kuromi piped up again with a purr in her voice:

“Final round. Use only your face. Guess wisely.”

Panty gave a slow, exaggerated stretch, her arms high above her head, the motion tugging the already-short top even higher. “Let’s make this interesting.”

She stood and turned around, then slowly, deliberately, backed up until Brief’s face was just shy of meeting her rear end. Her shorts had ridden up with every movement, caught on the curve of her thick, impossibly round ass. From his angle, she was a walking peach emoji—only way more dangerous.

“Alright, nerd,” she smirked, glancing back. “Face only. That means no peeking, no groping, and definitely no drooling.”

Brief’s voice cracked. “I-I’m not drooling!!”

He wasn’t. But he might be about to.

Then she stopped.

And leaned back.

Until contact was made.

His nose pressed gently into the round, warm plush of her butt through the denim. The contact was too perfect. Too soft. Too overwhelming.

Brief froze, paralyzed by sensory overload. Her scent, her warmth, the absolute dominance of the moment—it hijacked his nervous system.

Panty, lips curled into a teasing grin, pretended not to notice how stiff he became (in all senses).

“Well? Gonna guess, or you just gonna breathe back there like a creep?”

He tried. Really, he tried. “Uh…uh…shoulder? No—uh, your… leg?”

He moved, just a little, trying to feel around gently with the side of his face. Bad idea.

Panty gasped as his cheek accidentally brushed inside the lower edge of her shorts, skin-on-skin for half a second.

Then, in a panic, he actually reached up, trying to steady himself—

His palm found the side of her bare thigh. Slid slightly. Then grazed the bottom of her cheek.

Panty made a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a moan, and spun around instantly.

“OKAY—WHOA! Stop! Game over!” Her cheeks (both sets) flushed pink, eyes wide with embarrassment. She held her shorts up like they’d betrayed her. “That’s—that’s enough guessing!”

Brief yanked his blindfold off, face red, eyes wide, hands flung into the air like he was about to be arrested.

“I—I didn’t mean to!! I slipped!! You leaned!!”

Panty stared at him for a long second, then turned away and flopped face-down into her pillows with a groan. “Ughhh… I swear, you’re a walking hentai punchline.”

“Congratulations,” Kuromi said, her voice calm and delighted.

“You both failed the game. But succeeded… in entertaining me.”

Brief sat, stunned and breathless, as the camera of his mind replayed every second in ultra-slow-motion.

And so ended the most chaotic, erotic, and absurd game of “Guess the Body Part” the world had ever known.