This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!



Sitting against the moonlight, Irina and I sat in her room around her table. The bed next to us was quite large but neither of us cared for that.

The view outside of the faint moonlight falling over the curving plains and the long yet scattered trees made for a beautiful gaze.

With that backdrop, Irina poured me a drink and I poured her one. We were both the type to dive into the bottle straight away, but had decided to slow down first.

As we downed the first cup, she broke the ice.

"How did you pull that thing off yesterday? Suddenly… teleporting in my room, and then rest of it?"

I picked up the bottle and poured both of us another cup. "It's something I can do since becoming a demon. Spirit magic, it's called."

"Is that so?"

She picked up the cup and downed it right away. And so did I.

Next, she picked up the bottle and poured it out.

We downed this one in silence, only looking out at the moon.

Titania yawned.

We kept staring outside.

Then, I picked up the bottle and poured out the last of the first one.

"I can see why Rio is so fond of you," she said.

We picked up the cups and clinked them together.

"Why so?"

She bottomed it out in a swing, and so did I.

"Ahhh…"

That one hit.

Placing the cup back down, Irina turned to me and crossed her arms. I could see that her temperature had risen a bit.

"You're pretty upstanding, aren't you? Quick to learn yet confident. It's a good quality to have."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, you could have been humbler but that isn't my type."

"Humility classes, here I come."

"Pfft."

She giggled and picked up the second bottle. With a flick of her thumb, she kicked off its cork and poured out the potent liquor.

We drank this round in silence again.

And then so did we do with the next one.

The lesser we spoke, the faster we drank, and the faster we drank, the more we lost ourselves.

With her head on the table, and her arms splayed along, Irina spoke to me begrudgingly.

"This is getting boring. I asked for company."

"I find the mere presence of another to be sweet as sugar."

"Cringe."

Rude much?

"Do something. Aren't you at that age? Suggest a game or something!"

So annoying.

"I don't wanna."

"Do it. Scaredy cat."

Fucking hell?

I poured more alcohol for both of us and grinned. "Game? Fine. Let's play strip poker."

"S-strip… poker?"

I nodded, my grin still wide.

"Can't, can you? Got scared?"

Irina puffed her cheeks and slammed the table. "Can too, you son of a bitch."

Don't bring my mother into this. I still didn't know if she was just a bitch or a mega bitch. Being normal didn't seem to be an option considering her track record though.

"Pull out some cards," said Irina. "I'll bite. I'll play strip poker with you."

"You don't have to. I was just kidding around—"

"Pull them out. I know you got some."

I did.

I did have some.

I was a little uncomfortable, but she did not stop. She didn't even pour another drink before I agreed to her demands. Sighing, I snapped my fingers and a deck of cards fell into my palm.

"You know the rules?"

"I have been the champion of teacher's poker night for the last three years."

As if that was going to help.

We cut the cards, and shuffled them up.

She finally poured another cup for both of us and the game began.

With our eyes closed, we distributed our hands and then downed our alcohol at once.

"How do we go about this?" Irina asked, "Should we be betting our clothing?"

"That sounds like a hassle. How about keeping it straightforward?"

"Whoever loses strips?"

I nodded and she agreed too.

We both placed our hands out front and gazed at the others.

"Two pairs,"

"Tsk."

Irina reached to her back and pulled out her hair band.

"Let's go again," she said, almost as if challenging me to find fault with her. Cheap, but I didn't mind.

The back and forth of simple games began.

We continued drinking from our cups and then played a match.

She took out her necklace, I my chains. She removed her socks, and I my shoes.

Eventually, the arsenal of our trash came to an end, and both of us were only left with clothes and clothes alone.

The next hand split.

And we held our cards up.

"Alright, show."

We both placed our cards face up at the same time.

She held a straight, and I only a two pair.

"Damn it."

I unbuttoned my shirt, stood up, and knocked it off.

"There we go," sitting back down, my hands reached for the bottle. Instead of letting me pour it in our cups, she took the other bottle.

"I am gonna need this," she said. "Each man on its own now."

"Sounds good to me," I said, leaning back on the chair.

We split the cards again.

And divvied them up once more. The time to show our hands came and this time.

"Flush?"

"Oh and you have a three of a kind anyway. That's neat."

It was rare to see it.

Irina sighed.

She picked up the bottle and chugged down a large amount all at once. It was hilarious, so I clapped my hands and cheered her own. She slammed the bottle down and wiped her lips.

Next, she stood up and unbuttoned her shirt too.

"I have… never done this before."

"I get to be the first. How lucky is that?"

"Very, you used up all your luck right here damn it."

The buttons, like pins holding a curtain, were slowly removed and her shirt draped away. Her pristine, clear white skin and the pink bra beneath revealed itself.

My eyes moved naturally to her toned midriff that she grazed with her fingers and she removed her shirt.

Taking in a deep breath. I picked up the bottle too.

I understood why she wanted to drink first.

We played another round.

And I lost this time.

I took another swig and kicked off my pants. Irina took one even larger than mine.

The next round had her kicking off her pants. Leaving her bare legs in view, and behind them, her laced pink panties that matched with her bra.

We both chugged some more down and sat back down.

We split the cards once more and got ready to show our hands. But before we could, I spoke up.

"Isn't it unfair?" I said.

"What is?"

"I have only one more life left, and you practically have two."

"What is your point?"

At Irina's words, I leaned back and spoke.

"We're both in our underwear. But you still get two lives."

"What a sore loser." Irina looked at her cards and then grinned.

"Fine," she said. "I'll count it as one life."

Irina suddenly leaned ahead and whispered in a very low voice.

"If I lose, I'll take off both my bra and my panties."

ƥαṇdαηθνε| "Alright. You're too confident."

"Three…"

"Two…"

"One" "One"

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