I remind her she's already wearing it (Pink Trigger's Power >299)

"But Rosa, you're already wearing the Anti-Rosa brand underwear, aren't you? You did say you wear your own clothing line. It will be quicker if you undress here."

"No- but...! The ones I'm wearing right now are... They aren't really intended to be evaluated...!"

Oh? Is that so? Then I guess you're saying not everything in your collection holds up to inspection, does it? I understand.

"No, I just meant that it's an indecent request. But I see what it is now- you're asking me to put up or shut up, is that it? You're saying that I ought to have the confidence to trial an outfit in a real field test?"

I couldn't have said it better myself, Rosa.

Wearing that slightly aloof expression, as though she didn't appreciate being toyed with, Rosa began to strip off that long, black, spinster-like dress she wore. Perhaps I'm being a bit rude, but it never seemed sexy enough for a woman like her. I always imagined what she must be packing underneath it. Underneath that was... another long, white blouse with billowing sleeves. I could see her full legs now, apart from what was still covered by her boots. Beautiful... she was slender, not quite like a model, but definitely so for a mature woman with one kid. I heard there are men out there that stop seeing women as women once they pass thirty. Can you believe it? She's still so perfect.

With that same face on, frowning in my direction because a smile would be too lewd, she began to unbutton her blouse. I felt like teasing her a bit; I told her this was a great demonstration. I told I her I really felt like her husband right now. That did cause her face to redden a bit and she admonished me, like I was a child. Ha ha.

Once that garment was off, my jaw dropped. In the story of the Rokkenjima incident, we've never really glimpsed anything like this, so I found myself wondering who she was trying to impress with this number. Did she wear this just in case she happened to run into a business appraiser at the family conference? Her remaining bra and panties set was a deep red color, nearly burgundy, with a low bust-line, no shoulder straps at all, and generous frills. On her lower body was a V-shaped pair, with frills matching the top. Fitting with her love of gothic fashion, it had long, black ribbons on either side of the bottom. She looked like a woman ready to mate. I debated whether I even wanted her to take off the boots, or if they added something to the outfit as a whole.

I told her she looked fantastic. I told her, more frankly, that she looked so fantastic, I wanted to take her to bed right this moment.

"We can't..."

Smirking, I tried again. Was she not confident in her clothing line? This sort of piece is designed to drive a man like me wild, right? I suppose if she isn't confident in her ability.

...

Rosa and I rolled in the sheets of the well-maintained guest bedroom. Her fashion line was really pretty irrelevant now; the panties of that sexy piece she'd shown me earlier were hung onto the bed-side lampshade while the bra lay upon the carpet. I satisfied Rosa the way she wanted to be by all of the men she courted: in a romantic way, for love of her, but with the influence suggesting that she could rely confidently upon me even once the fling was over. I didn't think this was part of her plan any more. There are more important things to a man and woman than family matters, money, or the future.

With Rosa on her back, her tugging the sheets with both hands and crying in maidenly bliss, I thrust myself inside her over and over. She couldn't have realized it, but I was using my Pink Trigger to refresh myself and keep myself ready for one release after another. I would give her a night that she couldn't experience, no matter how many men she courted. I'd make her realize that there had been no point to any of that. The perfect man was waiting for her! Well, he'd been born many years too late, unfortunately... but for tonight...!

I heard her crying my name as she brought her hands from the sheets onto my back, digging her elegant, painted nails into the exposed flesh. I ignored the pain, or perhaps relished it, as I pumped harder and harder. If this timeline could continue... if only it could! I'd give Maria a precious little brother or sister! I'd give Rosa a perfect marriage! Maria wouldn't have to be lonely any longer! Rosa wouldn't have to be sad and see other men! I would give them everything. I'd give them my life!

"You've already given that to me, haven't you?"

No! I shrugged off the witch's voice. I focused on Rosa's. That pleading voice, begging me, unsure if she wanted a break from ecstasy or if we should just continue this forever, lest the dream fade.

As I flipped her onto her belly, grabbed onto her ass, and began to slap my body into hers from behind, she buried her face into the pillow, perhaps now aware of the kind of noises she was making. It wouldn't do for Maria to hear this and come running. A little late for that realization, but I respected her for it. In fact, I loved her. I loved Rosa with all my heart.

That was why I had to stop. I knew what was coming and I couldn't fall dead on top of her as a corpse.

I grabbed a cigarette from the pocket of the coat I'd shrugged off. I head out into the hallway to smoke, not caring about my nakedness. Someone had just run past, terrified. Based on the voice, I was going to guess Godha. I looked to the other direction and dropped the cigarette, unlit, as a shining metal point rammed into my field of vision.

So long, Rosa... I wished the door was locked so she wouldn't be such a tempting next victim for the first twilight. Maybe, with any luck, the figure would ignore her and head after Godha instead. Sorry, Godha.