Mira immediately spun around and crouched lower into the water, hiding herself as best she could. Her cheeks burned. "Don't look! I'm not... I'm just... It's a long story, okay?!"
The girl didn't move. She just blinked again, unfazed.
Mira took a deep breath, shook the water off her arms, and started sloshing toward the riverbank. She spotted her discarded clothes on a rock nearby and moved fast.
She grabbed her tank top first, wringing it out before holding it up to check for slime residue. It was damp, but clean enough. She patted herself dry with it as best she could before putting it on.
After toweling off, she quickly slipped on her underwear and tugged the tank top over her head, then shimmied into her shorts and hoodie. It all felt damp and gross, but at least she was covered.
Once mostly dressed, Mira shot a side-eye at the stranger. "Okay. Now you can talk to me. Preferably without judging my river bath monologue, thanks."
She tilted her head. "You call that a monologue?"
Now wearing clothes, Mira thought that the girl as unlike anyone she had ever seen. Her hair was pastel purple that curled near the ends. Two large, elegant goat horns curved from the head and she had long pointy ears that peeked out with multiple dangling earrings. Even her horns were decorated by jewelry.
She wore a majestic layered skirt that trailed onto the grass and her chest was trapped in a tight sarashi that was just enough to hide her soft looking cleavage. It was too distracting, especially as her athletic stomach stood bare and her feet pressed into the soft mud at the river's edge.
Mira blinked, staring a bit too long before blurting out, "Okay, so... are those horns, like, real? Or is this a cosplay thing?" She gestured vaguely toward the girl's head.
The girl raised an eyebrow. Her jewelry clinked. "They're real. Why wouldn't they be? And no, I don't know what 'cosplay' is."
"Right, yeah, obviously real. I mean, wow. That's new. Or maybe not."
The girl took a slow step forward. Her eyes narrowed with a look that could slice stone. "You know, you match the description perfectly. Past the bridge, bathing in the river, hair like spun gold... and a strange air about you." She tilted her head, almost smug. "The Weeping Witch. Care to explain yourself before I decide what to do with you?"
Mira's mouth opened and closed. Her words tripped over each other. "W-Weeping Witch? That's... uh, new. Thanks? I guess?" she stammered, cheeks heating. She half-assumed it was a compliment about her hair, which only seemed to make the girl's eyes narrow even more.
Without warning, she made a small gesture with her fingers. The river rippled, and from beneath its surface, dark, shimmering, tentacle-like vines erupted upward. Their texture was like strands of space dust and swirling nebulae. They slithered around Mira's wrists, ankles, and waist as if they were sentient, dragging her down into the shallows. The cold water bit at her skin as she struggled, but the more she squirmed, the tighter the weird bindings held.
She was sprawled awkwardly on her back, pinned so firmly she could only move her head. Droplets from the hovering tendrils splashed her face as they flexed, their textures shifting like velvet one moment and wet glass the next.
"H-Hey!" Mira sputtered, water splashing up her nose. "My clothes are totally drenched now! This was my only outfit, you know!" Her voice trembled between irritation and panic, though her glare tried to hide it. "And... uh, you're not gonna, like, sacrifice me to your goat-horned river cult or something, right?"
"Talk all you want, witch. You're coming with me."
Mira's eyes widened. "Wait, no! Please, ju-just listen to me! I'm not whoever you think I am!" Her protests got more desperate, but the girl's expression didn't change.
One of the void-like tentacles snapped toward Mira's head, as a sharp pain echoed though her head. Darkness swept over her like ink and before she could gasp, the world blinked out.
Mira woke up shivering with her back pressed against cold stone. The dim light from a tiny barred window told her she was in a cell; small, damp, and annoyingly cold. Her clothes were gone. Someone had replaced them with rough, dirty prison garments that itched against her skin.
She sat up slowly, hugging herself for warmth, when a quiet voice came from the cell next to hers.
"Yo, you awake?"
Mira turned her head toward the sound. Between two stones in the wall, a brick was missing, leaving just enough space for her to peek through.
Mira hugged her knees. Her voice was low as she asked, "Hey... do you know why I'm in here? What's the crime?"
A soft chuckle came from the next cell. "No idea. Maybe you're just a bad girl."
Mira blinked. "Bad? No way. I'm being falsely accused. I was just… doing my stuff and some horned girl just knocked me out! Something about a 'Weeping Witch'... whatever that means. Have you heard that about that?"
From the other side of the wall came a rich, amused laugh. "Weeping Witch? Sounds spooky enough to get thrown in a cell. You sure you're not hiding something? I'm Gwendolyn, by the way. You can call me Gwen."
Mira's frustration bubbled up. She pressed her face against the gap in the wall where a brick was missing and tried to peek through to see who she this Gwen she was talking to.
What she saw made her freeze. Gwen was lounging there, clearly not a prisoner; her full-body stocking and vivid green outfit looked like something out of a performance, not prison garb. Her white hair with green streaks was slightly messy but styled, her freckles dappled across her cheeks, and her tanned skin glistered in the prison light.
"Why aren't you in prison clothes?" Mira whispered sharply.
Gwen smirked, tilting her head. "Oh, you know... paperwork, budget cuts, a clerical error, or maybe I'm just special. Prison clothes aren't exactly my style. I look better in this."
She tapped a finger against her lips, pretending to ponder seriously. "Plus, these threads are way comfier. You'd try it if you could."
Mira narrowed her eyes. "What are you in for?"
"Details, details," Gwen said with a lazy wave. "Now, why don't you tell me more about this 'Weeping Witch' business? I'm all ears."
She leaned back against the stone wall, resting her head against the cold surface. Mira didn't have a clue what Gwen's game was, but at least she was talking to someone.
"Fine, whatever. The weird girl who brought me here called me that. She said I matched the description, or something like that. But I'm definitely not a witch. I just... fell into this wor... I mean, some forest after some... ehh, weird choices."
Gwen nodded. "Okay, so you're not a witch. Could be worse. You could be a real criminal." She giggled. "Well, good luck getting out of here. It's a long way down the river, so to speak."
Mira frowned. "Hey, wait a minute! How do I get out of here? Can you help me?" She scooted closer to the gap in the wall, peering through again.
"Nope, I'm just a prisoner like you! Can't even get my own jailbreak off the ground," Gwen replied, her tone still light and airy. "But I've heard whispers that someone will be coming to rescue us soon. All we need to do is survive until then."
Mira groaned. "I don't wanna survive. I wanna go home. And I can't go home with no clothes, no phone, and no food. I just wanna—"
─ [ SYSTEM QUEST GENERATED ]
─ Quest 002: Make Gwen give you a blowjob through the missing brick.
─ Reward: 1500 EXP and 500 Gold
Mira took a step back and fell silent, eyes glued to the quest box. She read it again and again, heart pounding. "You have got to be kidding me."
"What's up?" Gwen asked, peeking through the gap. "Something wrong?"
"Um, no! Not at all! Just... uhhh... trying to figure out how to break out of here! Ha ha!" Mira forced a nervous laugh. "Anyway, we should probably come up with a plan or something."
She looked around the cell again, her mind racing. "You know what? This can't be that hard. We'll just wait for whoever's coming to rescue us."
"That could be days," Gwen said with a shrug. "Maybe even weeks. You might be stuck in here for a while."
She didn't know if there were other prisoners in the same area. She couldn't hear any, but even if they were alone, how was she supposed to convince Gwen to do a thing like that? And why did the system want her to do that anyway? Her first quest was to moan as loudly as possible. Now she was supposed to make someone suck her girlcock? Was this some kind of sex-quest RPG?
But 1500 EXP was quite a lot more than moaning. Surely, she would level up from that? That Gwen and her outfit were making her think naughty thoughts. Maybe she could actually get somewhere with this.
She had to try.
After a few moments of silence, Mira took a breath and tried her best to sound casual. "So, uh... Gwen? You ever... done anything with a girl before?"
Gwen chuckled. "Why? You asking me out on a date?"
"Perhaps?"
"Why so sudden? You were just complaining about being stuck here. Maybe you're just bored and looking for a little entertainment. I don't mind. But you have to make it interesting. No boring missionary."
Mira's cheeks reddened. She already mentioned a sex position?! "Well... I, uh... I've got something for you to... um... entertain yourself with..."
She cleared her throat, standing up to reveal her full height. Her cock was now fully erect, pulsing against her stomach. It looked huge. Ridiculous. Impossible. She pulled her prison pants down, freeing herself, and approached the brick that was missing from their wall.
"What's going on?" Gwen asked, her voice a bit more curious. "What are you showing me?"
Mira didn't answer. She couldn't. Instead, she slowly reached through the gap in the wall, pushing her girlcock toward Gwen's cell. She gulped silently, waiting for Gwen to react.