This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

I stood in Dawn's room with a hardened gaze. The adventurer had changed into a loose black tunic and shorts before bringing me in. A faint, citrusy smell permeated the tiny room as Dawn fixed up her luggage and made enough room for both of us to walk around.

"Make yourself home," she said. "Do you need anything?"

I shook my head and tried to help Dawn, but was forced to sit back on a chair and watch her. It seemed I had gotten used to Titania's presence in the last four weeks since I kind of missed her.

After Dawn was done clearing up her room, I stood up again.

"I'll take the floor," I said. "Don't bother with a mattress—"

"What. No. I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, it's fine. You should sleep on the bed."

"Brat," Dawn walked closer to me. "You're injured, just sleep comfortably."

"Argh, it's your room and your bed. I am fine with the floor, alright?"

"Not alright at all! Shut up and sleep on the bed."

"No, you sleep on the bed."

"Damn it, you!"

"You!"

The two of us engaged in a stare-off lasting a couple of minutes. In the end, she clicked her tongue and turned away. That's what you get for challenging me in a stare-off, I am pretty much a cheat character when it comes to that.

Dawn placed her hands on her waist. I heard her grin as she turned to me again.

"Fine, stubborn guy. Let's both sleep on the bed."

"Hah!? I'll pass."

"Why? You're chickening out?"

"Remind me who killed that monster again?"

"That is that and this is this," Dawn scoffed. She then leaned lower to meet my eyes and twisted her lips into what I could assume to be a teasing smile. "Hah, you said you're a mature adult, but you're just too embarrassed to do something like this, right? If you disagree then just shut up and take the bed, we-ak-li-ng."

What did—

What did this bitch just call me?

I was already annoyed by that manager, but to think someone else would have the guts too.

I bit my lips and turned away from Dawn. I walked over to the bed and laid down on one end. Dawn smiled, thinking I was going to let her be.

But no way.

I lifted the duvet and patted the bed.

"Come on."

"Hah... I'll just take the floor—"

I grabbed her hands before she could turn away.

"Chickening out? If you're going to give up then sleep on the bed and let me take the floor."

"Chickening... How can you compare an angel to a chicken—"

I pumped my brows and smirked as an answer.

"Fine," Dawn muttered as she sat on the bed and I sat up to get off.

Before I could leave, Dawn turned off the lights from the switch next to the bed and pushed me down instead.

"You—"

"You said it just now."

A light breeze came in from the windows. The small door was completely packed and dark with just some of the moon's light peering in. It was barely enough to get our eyes used to the dark.

Vaguely, I could see Dawn's figure as she spread her legs inside the duvet and laid on the bed.

"Move a bit."

I scooted to my side until my right shoulder touched the walls, but the bed was still too tiny for us to sleep together. More than half of Dawn's body was out of the bed.

"Um..."

The previous atmosphere of confrontation was replaced by a strange awkwardness.

"W-we should sleep on our sides. I'll face you... there's no space on the other side."

Without waiting for an answer, Dawn turned to her right and tried to get on more of the bed. I too turned to my right, feeling a soft pressure on my back.

A stabbing pain went up the stump of the missing finger as the back of my right hand touched the bed.

Insects called.

It was quiet except for the sounds of the outside, that only seemed to be making both our breathing clearer.

"Um, Dawn..." I said. "My hand."

"Ah! I-it's fine... you should sleep facing me."

Ahhh! What was this? How did the atmosphere become so awkward? We were just being competitive, how did it turn into a couple sleeping next to each other for the first time?

I had many questions in my mind, but I didn't want to lose. Going down on the floor would just make her force me up, and staying up and forcing her down would be admitting that I lost.

Like a soldier on a battlefield, I slowly twisted my body.

The bed slightly creaked as I turned to face her.

It allowed her more space, so she wriggled further in and completely rested her body on the bed.

With my right hand on my thigh without facing the pressure of my body, I was more relaxed as well.

But another problem was in front of my face now.

Or should I say two problems?

The two problems pressed against my chest, just slightly. The small amount of contact made it almost seem like I was doing something wrong.

Dawn's breaths hit my lips as our faces were right in front of each other.

We both kept our eyes closed to distract ourselves as much as we could, but like a chain holding us in a prison, our breaths reminded us of the position right as we thought we had gotten away.

Titania's words came to mind.

An otherworldly beauty with purple hair. Sharp features and a countenance that shouldn't be on a human.

I tried to ignore those thoughts, but my breathing had gotten slightly hotter. As if setting off a chain reaction, her breaths grew warmer by the second as well.

As time went by, we slightly leaned closer while still being completely awake. We were so preoccupied with our minds that we had forgotten about our bodies.

Almost instinctively, I adjusted my left hand and brought it closer to my face.

The back of my hand grazed past her chest and felt something tiny yet stiff poke at it.

My eyes shot open and I noticed Dawn biting her lips.

Soon enough, that poking feeling dug into my chest that was in contact with hers. It was soft, something one wouldn't notice from a distance. But this up close, it was impossible to not sense its slightest movement.

As Dawn's breathing grew increasingly hotter, I closed my eyes. But the double assault of her breaths and her chest, paired with the sense of doing something wrong made my heart beat with desire. And before I knew it, I was starting to lose control of my lower body.

Just as I had noticed this up close, so did Dawn.

Our lips parted slightly to let out the heat in our chests, it was useless though, since what I let out came back to me from Dawn.

In the dark of the night, Dawn opened her mouth.

"Are you... getting hard?"

Fuck. I didn't expect her to be so bold about it.

"You seem to be in a similar position..." I said, unable to answer her straightforwardly.

Dawn gasped lightly, but her breathing then grew more intense. She squirmed her legs slightly, but they didn't miss me.

It didn't miss me, since her legs started to rub against my slightly hard member spurring it on.

After some more time passed, Dawn spoke again.

"Is it painful?"

"Not really," I said. Then, I realized that that was a slightly bad thing to say.

If I had to choose between not wanting something to happen and wanting something to happen, I'd unhesitantly choose the latter. I hadn't met Maria in a long time, so my libido was rather raging.

Thinking it best to salvage the situation, I opened my eyes.

I saw Dawn looking back at me. It was unclear, but I could tell she must have found my answer to be slightly disappointing.

Slowly, I raised my right hand and brought it to her face.

She flinched.

I touched her hair and grazed it back over her ears.

"It's not painful. Rather," I said. "I am happy."

She flinched again, but this time from embarrassment.

Her eyes widened and her breathing hastened at my words. She was probably blushing furiously, I could tell since speaking like that made me blush too.

"Brat..." she muttered cutely while shifting her gaze away. Our faces that were already close came even closer.

"I said I'll take care of you, so..."

She turned to me again and wrapped her behind my neck.

The figures of us two in the dark room overlapped.

Her lips touched mine.