Case 33: Voyeurism. (R-18)
''Um... you'll be fine, I guess?''
Haruno Himeko was utterly confused the moment Moeka threw those words out with an uncertain expression. After a flurry of events, she found herself staying at the lab with both Moeka and Fumiko. Since it was already late, they had dinner outside and soon returned to the facility for some rest.
At least... that was what the mood suggested. Even then, Himeko could not dispel this strange premonition. Whether it was Fumiko's nonchalant attitude after finding out Himeko's 'crimes' or Moeka's restlessness—something was up.
Yet, aside from discussing the development of the suppressants and other topics related to their jobs, the three of them did not encounter or cause anything unusual. In the blink of an eye, the night deepened. Following Fumiko's suggestion, they all got changed and lay down on the large sofa to sleep, ''The other rooms are occupied right now,'' she said.
Himeko, despite her initial excitement of being able to fall asleep beside Moeka, was instantly slapped back to reality the moment her senior snuggled up to her girlfriend shyly.
'...Right, they were dating.' She thought painfully.
The only thing Himeko could do was to shut her eyes and hope the night would soon pass. However, what she did not expect was to suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and find herself alone.
''...Huh?''
Already disoriented, the girl groggily scanned her surroundings. The vast lab chamber was somewhat cold, seeming a bit lonely. Neither Moeka nor Fumiko could be seen, adding to the uncanniness. Besides... what had woken her up...?
''...!''
Just then, Himeko finally remembered the identity of this sweet fragrance drifting in the room—Moeka's pheromones!
In an instant, the girl's breath hiked. Holding her increasingly tempted heart, Himeko traced the source of this scent. The only light in this place was from the bathroom. As she got closer, the scent also grew stronger, evidently leaking through a careless gap in the unlocked door.
Himeko tensed up. Not only because she detected another scent mixed with her senior's, but with her keen hearing, she could make out noises coming from inside—noises she should not have been listening to—rough breathing, moans, whispers, and sloppy slithers of flesh rubbing against one another.
''...''
Knowing she should have turned around and kept herself out of this. Knowing she would only be hurt by prying into this. Even then... Himeko crept closer to the gap. Peering through it, her mind went blank. For a moment, she forgot to breathe.
''Mhn...! T-Too rough...!''
''Keep your voice down.''
There she was—Kisaragi Moeka, the Omega whom Himeko was having a crush on—naked, flushed red, pressed against the mirror by another woman, and was actively being ravaged.
The girl's mouth hung open in horror. It was the first time she had seen Moeka's unadulterated body, the beauties hidden underneath fabric. Yet, that beauty was being consumed by another person, not her.
Moeka was bending her waist forward, legs trembling. She was being held from behind by the purple-haired Alpha, whose red eyes only saw her prey. Despite the Omega's pitiful pleas, Fumiko continued to bully her succulent, throbbing lower lips, drawing constant streams of bodily fluids with each move. Seeing with her own eyes how the long, bony fingers sink themselves into that precious place and pull out, Himeko was feeling devastated.
Even more so when Moeka, despite being mercilessly pounced on, was visibly enjoying it.
Himeko could not help but fall in love with this image of the Omega. Her supple curves, wet and glossy, jiggling with each jolt, the bouncing of those mountainous assets, her cowering, blushing shoulders, and her infatuated, brainwashed face—Himeko loved her. She craved her.
But the one who got to relish every bit of that woman was Fumiko. The Alpha, who was in a trance herself, hugged Moeka closely from behind, one hand roughly grabbing the Omega's full breast, one hand playing with the woman's genitalia. Given Moeka's bare and defenseless back, Fumiko greedily satisfied herself, parts sucking on the smooth skin, parts leaving her teeth marks on it.
The two's scents swirled tightly around one another, a perfect match as they continued this carnal ritual for dozens of minutes. The mating was absolutely visceral, and Himeko could not take her eyes off it.
''...Ah.''
Worse yet... she was being turned on.
Beyond bitter jealousy and anger, Himeko had to admit—Moeka looked utterly stunning in this state. Furthermore, the Omega's pheromones were so rampant and thick that they nearly overwhelmed the other Alpha's. This allowed Himeko to still be attracted by her presence, ignoring the repelling effects of Fumiko's scent.
Gritting her teeth, Himeko soon decided she could not hold it in further and knelt on the floor, her hands sliding into her sleepwear. The spot was already damp enough, but easing the terrible itch with her fingers proved to be wildly insufficient. She needed something to latch on to, something she could 'eat'—her Omega.
The horniness clouded her reasons, surging as she pleasured herself while watching Moeka being lewdly handled, watching her being kissed, watching her climaxing, and clinging to the other Alpha affectionately. The burning jealousy never subsided, but she desperately needed something to release on her own.
'It's not enough...'
It was never enough.
Himeko needed stronger stimulation. She felt miserable. She even begged in her mind for Fumiko to go harder on Moeka, so she could witness an even more lewd version of her crush, so she could finally get over this...
''...Miss Haruno?''
''...!''
A brief mental lapse.
At some point, Himeko found Moeka standing right in front of her, shyly covering her sensitive areas. Right behind her was Fumiko, whose crimson eyes looked down upon Himeko coldly.
The girl's face paled. She was caught right in the act—caught sneaking on them while they were having sex...
And yet, the expected contempt never came. Moeka glanced at her partner for a brief second before approaching the despairing Himeko. At this extreme distance, the Omega's ripened scene was intoxicating, enough for the Alpha to immediately lose her reason all over again.
Moeka's face flushed a deep red as she shakily removed her hand guards, exposing every bit of herself to Himeko, ''D-Don't misunderstand it... I'm just doing what I have to do!''
''...Senior—''
Then, before Himeko could say anything, Moeka grabbed the blond head and pressed the girl's face right in between her legs.
Lips met lips.
Both the fragrance and taste were overwhelming. Moeka's womanly charms were forced upon Himeko's senses—an infinitely soft yet scorching experience, ripened after intense intercourse. As an Alpha, she could never resist it.
Himeko's tongue eagerly pushed itself out, enticing a reaction from Moeka, who was already covering her mouth in shame. The girl hugged Moeka's legs with one arm while the other rushed to get the business done below.
''Nh... senior...!''
''Mha...?! Don't talk while you're there...?!''
It was not long before Himeko eventually reached her own climax. She blissfully released everything, being enveloped in Moeka's presence. Moeka herself also came a little, as she was teased by the girl's naughty tongue.
'...She looks like the type who would enjoy facesitting.' Moeka absentmindedly thought, glancing at the blond head between her legs.
But while both of them were basking in the afterglow, Fumiko soon approached, holding a thin, sadistic smile, ''That should be enough for the appetizer.'' She said, ''Shall we move to the sofa for the main show?''
''...''
''...''
Somehow, neither Moeka nor Himeko had a good feeling about it.