Chapter 39

Shame rolled through Natalie even as she stroked herself. This ... wasn’t okay. Not entirely. Making an illusion of Tess was taking things too far. Right? The counter argument—that it wasn’t much different from imagination—held some validity. But either way. Natalie’s eyes shouldn’t be crawling so hungrily across Tess’s body. It was wrong. Kind of?

Unfortunately, the shame only excited Natalie further, titillating her. Fuck, Tess was so perfect. Was it Natalie’s mind polishing the details? Her imagination, making her perfect? Tess had a great body—Natalie could tell that thanks to the tight Tenet uniform—but this amazing?

Take it off.

Tess finished unhooking her bra, then shimmied it off, tossing it to the side, where it vanished into the ether. And so Tess stood there in only her panties, body otherwise bared. Natalie watched, admiring with a hungry gaze, stroking up and down her cock, before mentally instructing:

Give me a show.

Would a command like that work? Natalie was shocked the illusion had interpreted her commands so fluidly. The illusion was listening to her—receiving commands and performing them without guidance. And Natalie’s mana was draining slower than it ought to. It had to be because of her class’s aspect. Lust. Even as aroused as Natalie was, the ideas flickered through her mind, piercing the haze and the pleasure of her stroking hand. It was a big discovery. How useful, or practical, of one? She wasn’t sure.

Later, she’d put more thought into it. For now, she enjoyed herself.

Tess obeyed. Her expression remained mostly passive, except for a quirk of her lips, as if she was amused at Natalie’s lewd request. She began to sway her hips, a slow, sensual rhythm that had Natalie’s heart pounding in her chest.

Her eyes scoured Tess’s curves as she moved—her breasts, her hips, her toned stomach. Tess’s hands traced up her body, ending at her tits, which she cupped and bounced for Natalie. Natalie groaned, jerking herself off faster, basking in the heat pooling between her legs, curling in her stomach. Fuck, Tess was so perfect.

Tess’s hands dropped back down, to her lingerie panties’ waistband, which she teased taking off—dipping the fabric down, but not revealing herself, only the first hints of pubic hair and a mound. Natalie stifled a second groan, her pleasure building rapidly. How couldn’t she, being teased like that? Her hand went to her own tits, cupping through her shirt and squeezing. Natalie panted loudly as her hand stroked her length.

Tess stopped playing with her waistband, then tugged the fabric down her legs, revealing her pussy and neatly trimmed pubic hair. Natalie’s heart jumped, excitement spiking. She felt like she was melting. A knowing smirk crossed Tess’s lips, as if she knew exactly what her body was doing for Natalie. She finished tugging her underwear off and tossed them away.

She mounted Natalie. Natalie’s eyes widened as Tess’s tits and face were suddenly right in front of her. She couldn’t feel the image, but the sight thrilled through her. And the fact that Tess’s lower body was exactly where Natalie’s cock was—that Natalie was, in a completely meaningless way, inside Tess—set her on fire.