The fabric snapped, ripped apart entirely in one motion.
While Jason had done exactly what Camelia had told him to, hurrying it along, she was absolutely stunned, maybe just as much as Vel.
For a male to undress a female so aggressively... It made no sense, it was too unusual, and exceedingly erotic.
The cold breeze passing through the tent’s drapes caused both Camelia and Vel’s nipples to perk up, though Vel’s were exposed for all to see now.
"You want me to hurry it along?" Jason muttered as he straightened up.
He was standing tall to Vel’s left and looking down on her.
"Y... Yes..." Camelia answered, seeming almost unsure.
Jason stared for a bit longer, rubbed his chin, and licked his lips.
"No," He said before crouching again. "I’ll take my time."
Camelia could only stare with wide eyes. It was completely unexpected.
"What do you...?"
"I can’t leave," Jason whispered with a smile as his hand took hold of Vel’s chin. "When I have such breasts exposed right in front of me, now can I?"
While Camelia was too stunned to retort, he forcibly used his hand to turn Vel’s head, to turn it so that her gaze would meet his.
’Since we’ve had some time here,’ Jason thought as he stared into her teary yet fierce, defiant eyes. ’I got to experiment a bit. Pleasure Touch gets more intense with time, and a larger surface of contact makes it grow even faster in intensity.’ However, Jason had learned something new. ’I can control just how intense I want it to be.’
While binding and undressing Vel, Jason had experimented with it. By simply thinking about it, he could decrease the intensity of Pleasure Touch, or increase it to reach the maximum intensity available.
"What do you think?" Jason whispered as he leaned forward, close enough for him to feel Vel’s haggard breaths on his lips. "Should I leave you like this?"
Eversince her bra had been torn off her body, Vel’s mind had gone blank. In fact, it had stopped working a while ago.
She knew that the two were trying to punish her, to make her suffer, which meant that resisting, pleading, or fighting back would be doing exactly what they wanted.
The best way of getting out of this with her chin held high was to remain unreactive, uncaring, as if she couldn’t care less about all this, as if none of it was making her feel anything.
Her goal had been to show no shame, no embarrassment, absolutely nothing.
’This... This bastard...’
For some reason, it was impossible to not feel anything around him. It was impossible to ignore him.
Because even if her mind ignored him, her body seemed incapable of doing so.
While she talked a big game, Vel had actually spent her life in celibacy. She was a virgin. Not because she couldn’t get action, but because she didn’t want to. Her body simply did not exude those kinds of desires and wants.
All of her life, she had never felt horny or aroused.
That is,
’Until... Until this bastard showed up...!’ Vel thought, teeth gritting as she squeezing her legs together, refusing to let any drop of her arousal become visible. ’Eversince the damn fight we had... Just what is wrong with me? What is wrong with him? Why... Do his hands make me feel like this?’
It wasn’t just his hands.
No, during their fights, it wasn’t just his hands.
His arms, his shoulders, his breath, his chest, his back, his scent...
"Should I play with your breasts for a bit?"
And his words.
His words might have been the worst of it all, knocking her when she’s already down, forcing her to admit things she did not want to admit, forcing her to imagine scenes, sensations, and pleasures she did not want to imagine.
"Answer me," Jason added, pulling her chin even closer. "Should I?"
Vel found herself completely unable to answer.
Earlier, she had surrendered just before his hands could reach her breasts. Because, even then, she knew just how it would have felt, how devastating it could have been to her image in front of everyone.
But now, there wasn’t anyone here.
The Catgirl’s opinion scarcely mattered to Vel, especially now, especially when such brand new sensations and pleasures are on the table.
The female Ogre knew that the right answer was to reject the offer.
She also knew just how much her body longer for his touch, how much her breasts wanted to be fondled, and how much her nipples wanted to be played with.
"If you’re not going to answer, then I’ll..."
A drop of nervous sweat started going down Vel’s cheek as she heard his words, and felt his hot breath on her neck.
"Go ahead and do what I want."
His hand made its way down her chin, caressing her neck.
Vel felt her throat dry, and her legs shake.
Soon, his hand would arrive at a sensitive area. A sensitive area she was not ready to have touched just yet.
Her teary eyes moved away from Jason and, without meaning to, Vel locked eyes with Camelia.
The Catgirl had such a confused expression on her face. This had been the plan, the way to get back at the female Ogre... So why was the female Ogre looking at her this way? With eyes that almost seemed to ask for help?
Camelia was forced to watch as Jason’s hand made its way to Vel’s breast, as the female Ogre’s facial expression changed and twisted, as her blushing grew more intense, and as she let out a gasp.
’This... Is exactly what we had planned, isn’t it?’ Camelia asked herself. ’So why... Do I feel this way?’
She was jealous. Jealous that Jason was touching another woman. That he was looking at another female’s naked body.
’Why... Is it so...?’
More than being jealous, Camelia was envious.
Vel was supposed to suffer. She wasn’t supposed to feel good from it.
She wasn’t supposed to feel pleasure at Jason’s touch.
The pleasure that Vel was feeling, as her breasts were fondled, as her nippled was squeezed between his index and middle finger, as his breath landed on her neck... That pleasure was supposed to be Camelia’s.
"Aaaahhhh!" Vel moaned as a kiss was deposited on her neck.
The Catgirl was forced to watch and, for a moment, she wasn’t sure which one was being made to suffer, which one was being punished, which one was about to be cucked, forced to watch but dew the pleasure.