This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!



"A…"

"Same hand…"

Irina and I looked at our cards. No matter at what angle we viewed it from, it was the same.

We then looked at each other.

A simple redo would solve this matter for us.

But neither of us wanted to risk being the loser. With both our faces flushed red from Alcohol, we glared at each other once more.

"What do we do in such a situation?" I asked. "Do we split pot?"

"Split pot?" Irina repeated. "Then… do we share the penalty?"

"Maybe…?"

Irina looked at herself, and then at me. Then herself again.

She gulped.

"Alright," she nodded. "Let us both strip."

How we arrived at that leap in logical eluded me. But I couldn't say no.

I stood up, and so did she.

We both stared at each other for a bit.

And then, slowly, she blushed, looking away. Her hands reached toward her back and unhooked her bra.

I gulped.

Slowly, very slowly, she rolled the pink straps down her arms. And then, it fell off her shoulders and down on the ground.

"You too."

I looked at her, my eyes stuck on her chest. The perky, modest breasts with their peaks sticking out hard.

The two of us then rolled down the lower bits too, her eyes on me and mine on her. Even though I had a faint hard on, I was not embarrassed.

I couldn't be.

Not when the dabs of wetness on her inner thighs and her clean shaved pink slit were invitingly staring back.

We kicked all our clothes off, and only stared at each other. Instead of saying anything, we swung to our liquor at once and drunk it down.

Though our eyes were away, both of us tried stealing glances over and over.

Titania had long since fallen asleep, so there was truly nothing to worry about.

"W-what next?" She asked.

"Isn't the liquor over?"

Irina reached into her pockets and pulled out two more bottles. "Not really."

It seemed not.

I guess I had to be the big man here and play more aggressively.

"Alright," I said. "How about we continue the game?"

"Hm? Put the clothes on again?"

A deep sense of shame and arousal lingered over both of us, but both of us did not pay it much heed. What was more important was that we continued and left this drunken madness behind.

"We can turn it, into a game of dares."

"A game of dares?"

I nodded.

"Sounds good to me. Strip Poker, version dares?"

"Version dares."

In the blink of an eye, the both of us jumped back into our seats and leaned behind. Our hands grabbed the bottle of liquor at once and down we went with large gulps.

I cut the cards.

The breeze made her clearly visible nipples harden.

And that made me harder in turn.

The first hand was played.

And this time she won with the higher card.

She gulped.

And so did I.

"L-let…" Irina spoke with hesitation. Her drunkenness on full display through her slurred words.

"Let me touch your abs," she said.

I nodded.

She stood up, and so did I.

We were both drunk. And we were both doing things we shouldn't.

Slowly, she reached out with her fingers. Her head leaned in and lowered, her eyes gazing toward my abs and my member.

"I-it's pretty big."

"As if you would know."

"Rude bastard…" Irina took in a breath. "I am… going to touch it…"

I nodded once more. "Go ahead."

Like a soft cotton swab, her finger pressed over my abs.

"Ah…"

The stimulation was too much for my drunk brain.

And so was the case for hers.

She rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to calm her lower half, but it seemed futile.

From a finger to two, and then, slowly, in her curiosity, Irina placed her entire palm on my stomach.

I let her enjoy herself for a minute or two. Until her forearm ended up touching my erect tip.

She hopped back in surprise.

While I sighed. "That's it. Time's up."

Irina looked at me and nodded meekly.

I walked back to the table, my heart beating a hundred beats a second. My head was woozy already, and this fever dream helped naught.

Once more, we divided the cards and made the play as the time came to reveal the hands.

We slammed them down.

I had trash yet again. But Irina held a one-pair.

"You win… again…"

Irina gulped again. And then she looked outside.

The back of her palm went over her mouth as she blushed.

"You…"

"Yes?"

"This time… you touch me…"

I could tell why the spirits loved the drunk me.

As soon as I had her permission, I was in front of her. My eyes stuck to her her while I licked my lips.

"Where?"

"Heh? Uh…"

"Miss Irina." I leaned ahead. "Where?"

She sighed out loud.

"Damned brat…"

And grabbed my hands.

Slowly, she pulled them closer.

And placed my palms on her chest.

"Hnmm…" A faint groan escaped her lips as my palms sunk into her softness.

She let go of my hand, and I leaned closer yet.

Slowly, very slowly, I started kneading her chest in my arms. I fondled her breasts, my fingers clung to her bulging tits as I pinched and rolled her nipples.

Moan after moan left Irina.

She slumped her head on my shoulders, but I didn't stop.

Her thighs squeezed together and pushed ahead.

No way.

She couldn't have climaxed from her tits alone.

That… was too lewd.

"L-lets… go for the next round."

As she raised her head, she looked at me. Her pink hair was falling over her face while hot breaths kept spilling out of her.

I left one hand on her chest and snapped my fingers with the other.

The cards behind us flew and went toward both of us, and then on their own, they flipped.

Rigged as it was, I held a Royal Flush and she the most trash cards.

"You win…" she muttered, the alcohol and the pleasure intoxicating us both.

"You are not allowed to regret this tomorrow morning."

She held my hand and nodded.

"Next round," she said.

And the cards simply changed positions. Now she had a Royal Flush, and I the worst cards.

Without waiting for anything, she grabbed my the back of my neck and pulled me closer. Her other hand grasped my dick while our lips stuck together.

She pushed her tongue into mine and rolled it around. For a long, sticky, wet kiss.

And then she pulled back. Her eyes staring straight into mine.

She gave me the dare.

"Let's fuck."