ENF Academy: For Some Reason, She Can Only Save the World if She’s Naked

Ch 2.38: Obedience

Elaina undid the first button with trembling hands. This was too much, right? She was still out in the hallway, and it wasn’t like at school where Tira knew no one would show up. Regardless, she didn’t want to stop.

“You’re worried about it taking too long? About how someone could come up at any time?”

Elaina was embarrassed at how obvious she was, but she nodded. 

“Well, if you still want to do it but want it over with faster, you could always try being a good girl.”

Good girl? No, what Tira meant was [Good Girl]. Elaina had obviously thought of using the ability in less than practical ways, but they hadn’t really discussed it up until now. She looked down the hall again, finding no one on either side. Right now she was still completely chaste with only one button undone, but if she kept going at this pace then that wouldn’t be the case for long. Tira could get over in an instant, with one command.

And it honestly annoyed Elaina that she hadn’t already. Didn’t she know Elaina was already a good girl, that she wouldn’t mind taking any orders? She was about to complain, but when she looked up at Tira her heart melted, and the words hung unsaid. Tira’s eyes were full of excitement, but also warmth, and her mouth was hanging open, both in anticipation and concern. It was obvious Tira wanted the same thing Elaina did, but it was even more obvious that she wanted Elaina to be happy with whatever was about to happen.

All Elaina could do was smile as she spoke. “I want to be a good girl, so I’ll do anything you say. I’ll say the safeword if it’s too much, but you can tell me to do anything.”

Tira hesitated, but she did nod back. It wasn’t a perfect solution, Elaina knew, since once Tira said to do something relating to Elaina’s aspect Elaina had to obey due to her skill, but it was good enough. She knew Tira wouldn’t go too over the top without checking in again at least.

“Strip.”

Elaina felt [Good Girl] activate. Somehow she knew what Tira meant, knew that Tira intended for her to do it with her aspect instead of her hands this time. It was a strange sensation, her body still belonging to her, but her mind betraying her, acting on its own. That sixth sense, the fifth limb that was [Restraint] was no longer hers anymore, and it worked its way around her body, an unstoppable force gripping at her clothes.

It was all over as soon as it began, the clasp holding her skirt up, the two remaining buttons on her jacket and all the buttons on her shirt, and even the knot of her bowtie all came undone at once, the garments shooting backwards and onto the ground. She was once again standing there, only in her boots and transparent underwear, nothing more than a piece of art to be admired by her mistress.

But her aspect didn’t return to her. She felt it coming, the finishing of the job as the clasp of her bra started to push in, pulled upward, and then pull away. She let out a yelp, failing to grasp the garment as it shot forward in between Tira’s legs. 

Tira looked just as shocked as Elaina felt, standing there dumbstruck as Elaina covered herself with her hands, seeing her chest go as red as she expected her face was. Tira might not have meant for Elaina to strip everything, but the command was apparently vague enough that Elaina had interpreted it that way.

A unlocked from the room across the hall.

“Let me in!” Elaina hissed, turning back and watching the door start to creak open. She instinctively reached for [Restraint], grabbing hold of the door’s lock and jamming it shut again. 

“The hell, something’s wrong with the door,” a man said from the other side.

“Sorry sorry,” Tira said, running out into the hall and letting Elaina pass. Elaina bolted into the room, throwing herself to the floor on the other side of the door as she let the other door lock go free.

“Are you okay? I heard someone yelling.” Gods, if I hadn’t locked that door who knows what would’ve happened. 

“Oh, yeah,” Tira said, the most nervous Elaina had ever heard her. “I just, uhm, I let my luggage spill out is all, and got surprised. Sorry to bother you!”

“Uh, okay?” 

When Tira rushed in with fright in her eyes and the bundle of Elaina’s clothes in her hands, kicking the bra across the room and slamming the door shut with her back, Elaina couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not sure who’s more embarrassed, you or me.”

“Elaina,” Tira said, dropping the clothes and getting on her knees, “I’m so sorry, did I do that? I didn’t mean the bra too!”

“No, it was… It’s just what my brain interpreted.” Or what my brain wanted. “It’s fine though; it was kind of exciting.”

Tira sighed in relief, bowing her head down. “I’m still sorry. I planned on just letting you in right away, but I froze.”

“It’s fine,” Elaina said, placing a hand on Tira’s face, gently rubbing against her cheek. She could see here clearly now, and despite everything, the dirt on her face, the smudged eyeliner, the messy black hair, Tira’s face in the moment was maybe the most beautiful thing Elaina had ever seen. “Was— was I a good girl, though?” That was the hardest part, the most demeaning aspect of it all. Asking if she was a good girl was somehow more embarrassing than anything else that had happened that day.

Tira took another deep breath and nodded. “You’re a very good girl.”

Elaina wasn’t sure what she expected next, but it wasn’t the soft kiss that fell on her lips, the gentle hand stroking her hair, the cozy grip around her thigh. Elaina leaned forward into the kiss, returning Tira’s passion with her own tongue, running her hands down Tira’s shirt and gripping her hips. 

They collapsed to the ground, completely ignoring the two beds in the room. They were already and the floor, and they need each other now. The first time the kiss broke was when Tira squeezed at Elaina’s nipple, eliciting a moan that Elaina knew anyone around them could hear. Tira didn’t stop though, pinching the sensitive flesh with her fingers and leaving Elaina no recourse other than to dive back into the kiss and muffle her subsequent moans.

And it only got harder as Tira changed up the flow, a soft stroke across Elaina’s breast as her tongue ravished Elaina’s mouth, then a hard squeeze with her fingertips while her lips littered Elaina’s with soft pecks. And then Tira’s other hand went lower, one long fingernail tracing the hem of Elaina’s panties, slightly breaching the seal and slipping in between the fabric and her skin. Elaina couldn’t take it. She leaned back, arching her spine upwards and reaching down to pull off her underwear. 

“No.”

Elaina froze in her tracks, confused. She wouldn’t dare disobey an order for her mistress, but why would Tira want her to stop? She looked back up, and it seemed like Tira herself wasn’t even sure why she’d said it, biting her lip and looking to the side as she stood up.

“You were a very good girl, so I think you deserve a reward.” Tira bent down, undoing her boots and kicking them off before unceremoniously peeling off her pants and socks together as Elaina rose up to her knees, getting a glimpse of Tira’s brown underwear. They were thick, undecorated, almost more like skintight short than panties, and plainly more suited for travel than what Elaina was wearing, nowhere near as risque as the open bottom pair Elaina had seen Tira in before, but that somehow made it better. These were just what Tira wore underneath her clothes, not meant to be shown off, not meant to be seen.

Then Tira grabbed the bottom of her shirt, raising it up with quivering hands and revealing a toned stomach, Elaina’s mouth beginning to fill with saliva at the sight of it as the shirt continued upwards, cresting over a brown bra that was equally as unadorned as the matching underwear below it, cradling Tira’s beautifully crafted chest, pushing them into her torso ever so slightly. It was all so plain, but stillmore of Tira than Elaina had ever seen, more than the System gear Tira had somehow. And even with her dark brown skin, Elaina could tell Tira was blushing as the shirt pulled over her head and Tira threw her arms over her torso. “No one’s… no one’s ever seen me like this before…”

Elaina knew she should say something, not just sit there slack-jawed and bug-eyed, but it was so hard to form words. There was no way to craft a sentence that could encompass the depths of her feelings, so she decided to just let the first words that came to mind fall out instead. “Then I’m the luckiest person in the world.”

The words hung in the air for as Elaina stared at the goddess before her, uncaring of how much time passed. Tira was like a statue the entire time, eyes meeting Elaina’s gaze, looking down on her from above until finally she broke. Elaina was about to stand up, follow Tira to the bed and do whatever it was else Tira had planned for the night, but she stopped when she realized that Tira wasn’t walking away, wasn’t moving her legs at all. No, Tira’s legs stayed still as her arms moved instead, reaching behind her back. 

Elaina could feel the clasp of Tira’s bra come apart with [Restraint] as Tira began to slide the straps off her shoulders.