CHAPTER 43: QUEST COMPLETE: OPERATION STEALTH ORGASM

I stood frozen in the hallway, trying to regain some semblance of composure. My erection strained painfully against my pants, demanding attention it wasn’t going to get. Deep breaths. Think about gross things.

Mystery meat Monday at the orphanage, the gray-brown slop that smelled like wet dog and stuck to the roof of your mouth like congealed despair.

Intestinal parasites squirming through diseased intestines, their pale bodies writhing in necrotic tissue like maggots in month-old meat.

Zeus in a neon yellow thong, hairy ass cheeks jiggling as he twerked on Apollo’s throne, sweat glistening in every fold and crevice of his immortal body.

That last one definitely did the trick. Nothing kills arousal quite like divine ass-clapping.

When I finally walked into the living room, Natalia was already seated on the couch, her face a mask of forced calm despite her disheveled appearance and the flush still coloring her cheeks. Her hair was hastily finger-combed, lipstick slightly smudged at one corner like a painter’s mistake on otherwise flawless canvas. Kimiko bustled around the kitchen area, humming softly as she prepared a massive bowl of popcorn, the buttery aroma filling the air, while Luka fiddled with the remote control of their theater-sized screen, muttering about "damn technology" and "unnecessary updates" under his breath.

"There he is!" Luka boomed, his face lighting up when he spotted me, like a golden retriever seeing its favorite human. He waved me over enthusiastically, nearly knocking over a lamp in his excitement. "Come on, son! We’re watching Manta-Man 4! The one where he fights the Gate-spawn kraken! It’s got the best special effects in the franchise!"

I plastered on a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Great. Can’t wait. Sounds... thrilling." About as thrilling as dental surgery without anesthesia.

Natalia shot me a look that mixed desperation, frustration, and something that resembled a silent apology. Her eyes darted meaningfully toward her parents, then back to me, communicating volumes in that micro-expression. I gave her an almost imperceptible nod. Message received. We were both prisoners of family movie night now, trapped in domestic hell with raging hormones and no escape. The universe’s cruelest cock-block.

"I heard you two had a productive shopping day," Kimiko said, bringing over the enormous popcorn bowl that smelled enticingly of butter and salt, the kernels glistening under the living room lights. "Did you find everything you needed for the gala? I was worried you might struggle with the gala’s dress code."

"Yep," I answered, reluctantly taking a seat on the couch, making sure to leave a respectable gap between myself and Natalia—a chasm of propriety that felt like miles after how close we’d been minutes ago. "Got a nice suit. Natalia helped me pick it out. She was... very hands-on with the process." I couldn’t resist the double entendre, watching from the corner of my eye as Natalia’s fingers clenched around a throw pillow.

"She’s got a good eye," Luka said proudly, settling in beside Kimiko on the opposite end of the couch, his massive arm draping comfortably around her shoulders like a protective mantle. "Takes after her mother in that way. Always knew what looked best. You should have seen Kimiko when we first met—could spot a quality outfit from a hundred yards."

The movie started with a thunderous musical score and a montage of the previous films’ highlights. Manta-Man swimming effortlessly through oceanic Gates, his blue-scaled body cutting through water like a living torpedo. Manta-Man punching sea monsters with his glowing blue fists, each impact sending shockwaves through the water. Manta-Man passionately kissing a woman with delicate gills along her neck, their embrace surrounded by bioluminescent fish. Real high-brow entertainment for the intellectual elite. Shakespeare was clearly shaking in his grave.

I couldn’t have cared less about the movie. My body was still humming with unfulfilled desire, a low electrical current running just beneath my skin, and Natalia’s proximity wasn’t helping matters. She sat ramrod straight, staring fixedly at the screen but clearly seeing nothing, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths like she’d just run a sprint. Every few seconds, she’d shift slightly, crossing and uncrossing her legs beneath her skirt, a restless energy she couldn’t contain.

"You two look chilly after your long day out," Kimiko observed with motherly concern, reaching behind the couch with the intuition only a parent possesses. She pulled out a large, plush blanket and tossed it over our laps with practiced ease. "There you go! Nothing better than a cozy blanket for movie night! I always say comfort is essential for a good viewing experience."

"Thanks," Natalia mumbled, arranging the blanket over her legs, fingers nervously smoothing the fabric across her thighs in repetitive, anxious motions.

On screen, Manta-Man was delivering some hackneyed speech about responsibility and ocean conservation while dramatic music swelled behind his words. I tuned it out, my mind replaying those heated moments at the front door in vivid detail. The way Natalia had practically climbed me like a tree, her legs wrapped around my waist. Those breathy little moans right against my ear. How close we’d been to—

A hand landed on my knee.

I stiffened, glancing sideways at Natalia. She was still staring straight ahead, her expression frozen in fake attention, but a telltale pink flush had crept up her neck like watercolor bleeding across paper. Her fingers squeezed my knee gently, a question and invitation in that simple pressure.

Was she serious? With her father literally five feet away? The man who could absorb kinetic energy and redirect it—potentially into my face?

I looked at Luka and Kimiko. They were completely absorbed in the movie, Kimiko’s head resting on Luka’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around her in a picture of domestic bliss. They might as well have been in another dimension.

On screen, Manta-Man was having a quiet moment with his love interest. Soft, sentimental music played as they gazed into each other’s eyes on a moonlit beach, the fake CGI waves lapping gently at their feet. The lighting in our living room dimmed automatically in response to the darker scene, creating pockets of shadow across the room.

Natalia’s fingers tightened on my knee, then slowly began to inch upward, leaving a trail of heat through the fabric of my pants.

Well, well, Princess. You want to play? In a game this dangerous?

\[ALERT: A SPONTANEOUS HIGH-RISK SCENARIO HAS BEEN DETECTED.\]

\[NEW SIDE QUEST ISSUED: The Climax Commando\]

\[OBJECTIVE: Bring Natalia Kuzmina to a full orgasm before the movie’s end credits roll.\]

\[CONSTRAINT: Do not alert Luka Kuzmina or Kimiko Nakano.\]

\[REWARD: 1x Guaranteed GOLD+ Gacha Ticket.\]

\[PENALTY FOR FAILURE OR DETECTION: Acute Penile Hypersensitivity (Duration: 4 hours). Every brush of fabric will feel like sandpaper.\]

\[Accept?\]

Accept.

One hour and thirty-seven minutes remained in the movie.

I placed my hand over Natalia’s, interlacing our fingers. She jumped slightly at the contact, her eyes still fixed on the screen. I squeezed gently, letting her know I was game. Her fingers tightened in response.

Slowly, I released her hand and let my own begin a casual journey up her inner thigh. Her breath caught, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her legs parted slightly, granting me better access.

On screen, Manta-Man was now fighting a kraken. The volume had increased dramatically, with explosions and battle music providing excellent cover.

My hand crept higher, tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh. She shifted slightly, angling her body toward me while maintaining the appearance of watching the movie. Her own hand moved to my thigh, mimicking my movements with surprising boldness.

"This is the best part," Luka said excitedly, leaning forward. "The kraken has seven different types of venom! Each tentacle is a different color!"

"That doesn’t make any biological sense," Kimiko replied.

Their commentary gave me cover to lean closer to Natalia. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Princess," I whispered, my lips barely moving.

"You started it," she breathed back, her fingers inching higher on my leg.

"Popcorn, kids?" Kimiko called, leaning forward with the bowl extended toward us.

We both froze, hands stilling under the blanket. I reached out with my free hand, taking a handful of popcorn with a smile that I hoped didn’t look as strained as it felt.

"Thanks, Mom."

Kimiko settled back against Luka, and I exhaled quietly. Then I felt Natalia’s hand move directly to the front of my sweatpants, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through the fabric.

Two could play at that game. My hand slid the final distance, fingers brushing against the damp lace of her panties. She was already soaked, her body fully primed from our earlier encounter. She let out a tiny, choked gasp and quickly buried her face against my shoulder to muffle the sound.

"You okay over there?" Luka called, glancing our way.

"She’s just tired," I answered smoothly. "Long day of shopping."

"Mmhmm," Natalia mumbled into my shoulder, selling the exhaustion angle.

Luka nodded, returning his attention to the movie.

Under the blanket, I pushed the lace aside, sliding my fingers along her slick folds. She was burning hot and ready, her hips subtly rolling against my hand. I found her clit and circled it slowly, applying just enough pressure to make her shudder.

Her hand tightened around my shaft through my sweatpants, her grip firm. She began stroking me through the fabric, timing her movements to match mine.

"I didn’t expect the villain to be the Vice Admiral," Kimiko commented, munching on popcorn. "That was a good twist."

"I knew it from the beginning," Luka replied proudly. "His eyebrows were too evil."

Their mundane conversation about the movie created a surreal backdrop to what was happening under the blanket. Here we were, mutually masturbating each other while our parents discussed the nuances of eyebrow-based villainy.

The movie entered its final act. Explosions rocked the sound system as Manta-Man and the Vice Admiral faced off on an oil rig during a storm. The room flashed with the reflected light of on-screen lightning strikes.

The quest timer showed twenty minutes remaining. Time to finish this.

I drew on my [Intermediate Kama Sutra] knowledge, changing my technique to focus on her most sensitive spots. I slipped one finger inside her while my thumb continued to work her clit with renewed purpose.

Natalia’s body went rigid. Her hand on my cock stilled as she lost focus. Her breathing became shallow and quick, her face pressed hard against my chest to muffle any sounds. I felt her thighs begin to tremble.

"You’ve got this," I whispered into her hair. "Let go for me, Princess."

Her telekinesis started to leak as she lost control. The popcorn in the bowl vibrated slightly. A glass on the coffee table slid an inch to the left. I placed my free hand on her head, stroking her hair in what appeared to be a brotherly gesture but was actually a warning: Keep it together or we’re busted.

On screen, Manta-Man gathered his power for a final attack. The music swelled dramatically. The villain monologued about his evil plan. The usual superhero finale garbage.

I curled my finger inside her, hitting exactly the right spot while increasing pressure on her clit. Her entire body went taut as a bowstring. She bit down on my shoulder through my shirt, hard enough to leave marks, as a massive explosion filled the screen.

The sound covered her muffled cry perfectly as she came, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around my finger. Her whole body shuddered with the force of her orgasm, her telekinesis causing the blanket to ripple slightly despite her efforts to control it.

Then she went completely limp against me, trembling and boneless.

[QUEST COMPLETE!]

[1x GOLD+ Gacha Ticket has been added to your inventory.]

[Congratulations! Your Seduction Progress with Natalia Kuzmina has reached 99%.]

The credits began to roll, and the lights came up slightly. I subtly readjusted the blanket to better cover Natalia’s disheveled state.

"What a great ending!" Luka exclaimed, stretching his arms overhead. "Though I think the second one had a better villain."

"The third one had the strongest environmental message," Kimiko added, gathering empty popcorn bowls. "But this one had better special effects."

"What did you two think?" Luka asked, turning toward us.

Natalia was still half-collapsed against me, her face flushed, her breathing uneven. I tightened my arm around her shoulders protectively.

"I think she fell asleep," I said with a smile.

"Poor thing," Kimiko said, her expression softening. "You should help her to bed, Satori."

"I got her," I agreed, already planning exactly how I’d "help" her to bed once our parents were out of sight.

"Natalia always could sleep through anything," Luka laughed. "Even as a kid, she’d conk out in the middle of movies."

Natalia stirred against me, finally lifting her head. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips swollen from biting them. She looked thoroughly debauched, but in the dim light of the credits, it was passing for sleepiness.

"I missed the ending," she mumbled, her voice hoarse.

"The good guys won," I told her.

"Let’s get you to bed," I said, standing up and offering her my hand. My own need was still painfully unmet, but the night was young.

"Good night, kids," Kimiko called. "We’re heading out early tomorrow to meet with some of Luka’s guild members, so we probably won’t see you until dinner."

"Don’t worry about breakfast," Luka added. "We’ll grab something on the way."

Perfect. A whole day alone with Natalia.

"Night, Mom. Night, Dad," I replied, helping Natalia to her feet. She was unsteady, her legs still weak from her orgasm.

As I guided her down the hallway toward our bedrooms, her arm wrapped around my waist for support, she leaned up to whisper in my ear.

"Your turn next," she promised, her voice a husky purr that sent a shiver down my spine.

I smiled, tightening my grip on her waist. "I’m counting on it, Princess."