The accosted lady. (Pink Trigger)

... Natsuhi will play the part of the accosted lady. Purely for the sake of our game, I'll play the part of the man who finds her unbelievably erotic, wants to lure her to his bed, is already tearing those chaste, purple garments from her in his mind's eye-

"Mr. Player!" Natsuhi protested, having the entirely incorrect impression that I was teasing her. "Is this some sort of game? Is that truly the best way to educate my daughter?!"

Ooh, listen to the mouth on this hot mama! I'm a man of wealth who enjoys the night's pleasures, drinking and picking up babes. And whaddya know, passing on the other side of the street, here's a hot piece of ass all by herself!

"H-hot mama?!" Jessica exclaimed with shock, with a face like she was trying to decide if she was supposed to be laughing at my joke.

"P-p-piece of what?! I... beg your pardon, Mister-"

Ah ah, Natsuhi. That's no good. Remember that I'm a lecherous stranger. Please, you must play along and show Jessica what to do in this situation.

Natsuhi was already glowing red, having risen from her chair to look down at me with a face full of disbelief. I wasn't going to allow that kind of shift in the dynamic. I rose from my seat as well, and quickly, letting it clatter to the floor behind me. I took steps towards Natsuhi, who timidly took steps backward until she had locked herself in a corner between a bed and a dresser. Her back was now to the wall: I performed a practiced wall-slam, propping myself against the wall behind her with my outstretched palm as I leaned in intimately. Going somewhere?

"This is... quite inappropriate...!" Natsuhi whimpered, shrinking back further.

"N-no, Mom, you're supposed to defend yourself!" Jessica shouted, ironically having become the coach herself. "Tell the asshole off!"

"Jessica, that language- ahem," she muttered, straightening herself up and probably summoning "the pride of the Ushiromiya family" or some similar concept in her mind. "Pardon me, sir, but I'm quite occupied. I have no time for a deplorable drunkard such as yourself. Clearly, you had no mother to teach you manners-"

Yeah, I didn't! You wanna teach me some manners, Mommy? Give me a spanking if you think I've been bad! Give me some milk from those juicy tits if you think I've been good!

"Woah, what the heck, Mr. Player?!" Jessica shouted, looking a bit upset now. "Why are you playing it like you're a young guy hitting on somebody's mom? Did you forget who you're supposed to be teaching?"

Natsuhi, for her part, had melted into the corner again. Unfortunately for her, it seemed like whatever figure she'd summoned in her mind was also a form of pride she wouldn't allow to be disparaged by giving up in this situation. "W-w-what a preposterously rude man! I'll, um... If you don't l-leave me alone immediately, I'll-"

You'll what? Crush me with those massive breasts? Sit on me with that sexy ass? Fuck me until I can't breathe? Call me "honey" all night long?

"Uuuuh...! Mister-! Ahem. N-no, I'll cry for help, of course!"

Sounds good! I'd love to make a beautiful woman like you cry. Besides, who do you think is coming to help you? Won't most people just look the other way? And I don't see a cop around here anywhere! Wandering into an empty back alley like this... Weren't you asking for this kind of good time, in a way?

Leaning in further, I pressed myself against Natsuhi and leaned over her shoulder to begin kissing her pale neck. I moved my free hand to the back of her dress, sliding my fingers down to begin playing with her behind.

"Hiii!" Natsuhi squealed girlishly. "S-somebody...! Dear....!"

Natsuhiii! Your husband isn't a part of this example, get it? You're just a lonely mother-I'd-like-to-fuck in a bad part of Japan, aren't you? That Krauss is asleep somewhere, and you're wandering the back alleys of the city, looking for a young man to spend the night with, aren't you?! In this story, there's no hero to answer your prayers!

"What do you think you're doing to Mom, bastard?!" Jessica shouted, leaping from her chair and flying towards me. I had no way to defend myself in this compromising position, but that was no problem. After taking the punch, I'd explain I'd simply gotten carried away with my demonstration. I'd use my Pink Trigger to smooth this over.

...

....Huh?

Wait. I just died! I'm looping again?!

I was killed by a single punch from a young lady?! Did I hit my head badly on the bed post...? Was there a demon there after all?