IR Day 16 - Time to rest

You need to rest. Tomorrow is game day.

Karin was visibly off-balance a minute ago. You thought about pushing your advantage, messing with her somehow to make her weaker in the game tomorrow, easier for you to overtake.

But you chose not to. Hell, if you wanted to go full Mean Girls you could have just given her wrong answers during the event. You have to do what you have to do, but you can’t treat FUTA like Game of Thrones. That’s not the person that Ingrid wants to be dating, and it’s not the person that you want to be.

You soap up your body under the water, trying to untangle all the feelings that you’re having. Frustration with Karin for her stupid decision to steal you. Sexual frustration from being in such close quarters with a whole new set of girls. Longing for Ingrid. You just want to hug her. And of course, nerves about tomorrow’s game. You can’t sabotage this team, even though you will be playing against Pink Team. You’re mad at Karin, but no one else is at fault. Tanking the game for Azu, Syd, and the others would be messed up.

You have to play hard and get MVP, win or lose. That is going to be so difficult, especially against a team that knows you so well. You also know them, but they’ll be ready for you. The thought makes you tense and irritable. You step out of the shower and find Azu drying herself off in a businesslike way. Her modest cock flops adorably as she towels off her smooth, brown skin.

“Don’t go out there,” she warns quietly, glancing at you.

“Huh?” you say. You’re already walking around the corner.

Tina and Siu are at the sinks, brushing their teeth, both in just their panties. You have **** but to drink in the curves of their backs, their bare legs, the way their breasts hang from the way they’re leaning on the sinks, and the peachy, picture-perfect view from behind. Tina wears blue hipster panties and Siu has on some kind of sporty, athletic, designer thong with a fancy waistband.

You step back to rejoin Azu.

“They do it to tease me,” she tells you.

“I see what you mean,” you say, covering your half-chub with your towel.

You wait them out, then emerge from the bathroom together only to find something almost as bad: it’s Karin. Her bed is in the middle of the cabin, and she stands beside it in a flawless matching bra and panty set that have big rich girl energy. The underwear is black and athletic in style, hugging her body like a second skin. And seeing her like this is a reminder of what she is under the clothes and behind the bluster: she’s a busty beauty like Ingrid, but also an athletic goddess like Adella. She’s thick, but it’s all muscle.

“Fuck me,” you mutter grumpily, climbing into bed. So instead of lying here miserably, you get to lie here with an aching erection.