The girl's body seized beneath him, every slender muscle drawn taut like a bowstring at full pull, sweat pearling at her hairline and sliding down the flushed hollow of her temple. Her stunning features—those anime-perfect doe eyes, the small straight nose, the peach-pink mouth that had been panting seconds ago—twisted into something raw and pained.
Bright ribbons of blood threaded from where they were joined, sliding across the pale inner curve of her thigh in slow crimson rivulets, painting themselves into the pristine white sheets. The stain bloomed outward like ink on rice paper, stark and pretty and irrefutable proof of what had just happened.
Yūto Shō gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached, arms braced on either side of her narrow shoulders, his whole body trembling from the effort of holding still. His cock throbbed inside her, buried to the hilt in a heat so tight and slick it felt like being swallowed by molten silk. Every twitch of her walls squeezed him from base to tip, and it took everything he had not to blow his load right there like some sad side character.
No matter how much theoretical knowledge you crammed—no matter how many doujinshi you'd secretly downloaded, how many late-night JAV tutorials you'd studied under the covers—when it came to the real deal, the gap between study and combat was vast as the Grand Line. Reading a shonen power-up guide was one thing. Actually raw-dogging your first virgin was another dimension entirely.
Yet watching the girl beneath him, brow knit tight, lower lip caught between her small white teeth, and the flowering red spots staining the sheets around her hips, Yūto Shō still felt a wave of possessive satisfaction crash through him deep enough to rattle his ribs.
This was a virgin. An untouched maiden. Blank as fresh manuscript paper—and now marked by him. His name written into her body in the language only first times could speak. She had crossed the threshold from pure girl into woman under his cock, and however many times she'd have to endure it going forward, this first stamp was his and only his.
Thinking of that, Yūto Shō got hard-hard, the kind of hard that hurts. His cock twitched violently inside her tight little sheath, and Sato Ruri whimpered—a small broken sound in the back of her throat, "hnn~"—as she felt him swell against her already-stretched inner walls. He had to steady his breathing, hold perfectly still, count backwards from ten in Japanese and then in English, just to avoid the embarrassment of finishing before he'd properly started.
That state made him deeply unhappy—he felt like a rookie who couldn't last ten minutes. Zero-Two territory. Absolute beginner shame.
At that moment, he heard a beep, and a system notification popped up in the corner of his vision.
"Special achievement not obtained: Non-Virgin. Reward forfeited: 10,000 Scumbag Points."
"Achievement unlocked: Claim a pure and beautiful virgin. Reward: 5,000 Scumbag Points."
"Current remaining Scumbag Points: 15,400."
Yūto Shō was dumbfounded. Losing his own virginity actually counted as a special achievement. Luckily, before getting the system, he'd been a timid shut-in whose closest brush with romance was the body pillow gathering dust in his closet—like some background NPC in a slice-of-life anime. Otherwise, wouldn't those ten thousand points have vanished into thin air?
On top of that, after conquering Sato Ruri, the system had rewarded him with another 5,000 points. This coming-of-age ceremony netted him a total of 15,000 points—a jackpot straight out of an SSR gacha pull with a rate-up banner.
Realizing what was happening, Yūto Shō looked down at the girl beneath him, her brow still furrowed, her long lashes wet and clumped from unshed tears, and immediately felt a sharper urge to bully her surge through his chest.
Without hesitation, he pulled up the enhancement interface and slammed the purchase button for a ten-minute delay to avoid any sudden surrender.
Then he burned another 3,000 Scumbag Points, purely for himself—three extra centimeters of length.
The catch was that his cock suddenly stretched to an astonishing 180 millimeters inside her without warning. The girl, still locked in intimate contact with him, was caught completely off guard and felt as though something had punched her deep in the belly. Her spine arched off the mattress. She sucked in a sharp, cracking breath—"hah!"—her beautiful eyes rolling back until only slivers of pale sclera showed, her small pink tongue peeking out from between parted lips.
But that wasn't all. After being speared by the sudden extension, she immediately felt Yūto Shō's cock swell thicker again, the girth stretching her poor virgin cunt to its absolute limit, nearly knocking the wind out of her lungs.
Yūto Shō had gritted his teeth and added another centimeter of diameter to himself, because his original girth no longer matched his new 180-millimeter length. Balance was everything.
By this calculation, Yūto Shō had bought a total of 600 seconds of delay (60×10), extended himself by 30 millimeters (100×30), and thickened by 10 millimeters (100×10), spending 10,000 Scumbag Points in total.
In the blink of an eye, of the fifteen thousand Scumbag Points, ten thousand had evaporated, leaving five thousand behind.
"Current remaining Scumbag Points: 5,400."
Yūto Shō felt a pang, but every point was worth it. After all, a man's dignity was on the line—how could he pinch pennies on something like this?
He looked down and saw that the charming girl beneath him was already stunned by his sudden growth spurt. Her mouth hung slightly open, breath coming in ragged little "ha… ha… ha…" pants, a thin string of saliva glistening at the corner of her lips. On top of that, it was her first time experiencing anything even close to this, and now she had to somehow accommodate all 180+mm of thick, veiny, throbbing cock.
The girl's brows had already knit tight from the pain of the initial tearing, and now the stretching intensified into something almost unbearable—the sensation of being split open from the inside, of her tender pink pussy being forced to swallow more than it was ever built to hold. Her delicate body trembled, thighs quivering on either side of his hips, toes curling hard against the sheets.
She couldn't help but open her tear-glazed eyes, twin droplets sliding down into her hair as she looked up at Yūto Shō, letting out a pained, wet groan. "Nnh… it hurts so much… please, take it out…"
Yūto Shō felt a flicker of guilt kick him in the chest. He'd been so focused on his own pride, on his own gains, that he'd forgotten this was her first time too, that her small body—no matter how ripe her curves, no matter how developed her chest—still had the tight, untried inside of a girl who'd never taken anything larger than her own fingers.
Still, it wasn't a huge problem. Yūto Shō ran his palms slowly over her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, then up over the area just below her belly, both marked with the faint glow of his signature seals. The seals warmed under his touch, tendrils of soft heat spreading outward, coaxing the tight-clenched muscles to unclench, dulling the sharp burn into something manageable. At the same time, he held himself perfectly still—not a millimeter of movement, no matter how much his cock throbbed inside her—bent down, and gently kissed her lips, his tongue soft and coaxing, helping her work through the shock of her first time.
Sato Ruri's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed. A look of quiet, dazed satisfaction spread across her face like ink through water.
Originally, Sato Ruri had felt uncomfortable because Yūto Shō was too inexperienced, too reckless with his sudden expansion. Her body had already been teased into a ripened, wet, aching state before he'd ever pushed in—her nipples pinched pink and stiff, her clit swollen, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal. As long as he didn't act like a stampeding boar, she could quickly find the pleasure buried inside the ache.
Now, under Yūto Shō's soothing touch, combined with the seal-warmth and the burning, brand-hot fullness stretching her deep, the pain quietly faded, replaced by a deeply comfortable, tingling warmth that radiated outward from where they were joined. Her cunt began to soften around him, wet slick oozing out where their bodies pressed together, mingling with the last of the blood into pink smears on his shaft.
The girl unconsciously twisted her waist, an experimental little roll of her hips that dragged her inner walls along the length of him.
"Mmnh—"
Seeing that, Yūto Shō no longer hesitated. He stopped showing Sato Ruri any mercy, gripping her slender waist with both hands—thumbs pressing into the hollow above her hipbones—and drew his shaft back until only the flared, angry-red glans remained inside her stretched entrance. Then he plunged deep in one long, smooth stroke, all 180 millimeters vanishing into her tight little slit with a wet, sucking shluck.
"Ahhh~" The instant his cock struck her deepest point, kissing the mouth of her womb, Sato Ruri's lips released a beautiful, uncontrollable moan, the kind that starts low and rises into a helpless sing-song, as if her body were cheering him on.
At first, Yūto Shō's pace was slow, savoring—each withdrawal a long, dragging pull, each thrust a deliberate spearing that made her breasts jump. Sato Ruri's moans played out like the intro of a song—soothing, occasionally lifting: "haa… ah… nnh… haa…"
But as Yūto Shō fought to keep himself in check, each thrust grew faster and harder, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room in a lewd rhythm—pah, pah, pah—punctuated by the obscene squelch of her drenched pussy trying to keep up with his cock's brutal in-and-out.
"Mnnh~ mmh~ hhn~ ah~"
"W-wait… too fast… ahhn~"
"N-no, that's not right… don't stop… I'm losing it… losing it—"
Yūto Shō's rhythm shattered whatever restraint Sato Ruri had left. Her hands scrabbled uselessly at the sheets, fingers twisting into the linen, then flew up to clutch at his shoulders, nails digging pink half-moons into his skin.
As pleasure stacked on pleasure, her tightening little hole clung to his shaft with hungry, rippling suction, every entry feeling like being licked by countless small, wet mouths from base to crown. A tingling current shot down Yūto Shō's spine and pooled at the base of his balls, driving him near his limit. He could smell her now—the sharp, sweet musk of a virgin cunt in its first heat, mixed with the copper tang of her broken hymen and the salt of their sweat, the whole bedroom thick with it.
"Sato Ruri…" Yūto Shō leaned down, still driving his shaft into her honeyed depths, kissing her upper lip while panting, tasting the salt on her mouth. "I… I'm almost there…"
"Don't stop… keep going… deeper, deeper—" Sato Ruri's body rocked back and forth under him, her well-developed breasts bouncing with every thrust, the soft flesh jiggling in mesmerizing waves. They rubbed against Yūto Shō's palm as he leaned lower, her tender pink nipples—stiff as little pebbles now—dragging across his chest, sending sparks of pleasure crackling across her skin as the crest of climax began to rise inside her belly.
"Oh… oh… ah… nnh… oh… hah, hah… hahh~" Sato Ruri panted, her ten delicate toes curling and tensing, tensing and curling, her beautiful eyes fixed unseeing on the ceiling, her lips slightly parted as if trying to breathe through the searing, tingling coil winding tighter and tighter in her lower belly.
Her fresh, tempting feet swayed in the air on either side of his hips, and with Yūto Shō's increasingly forceful thrusts, they arced in wider and wider curves, small pale toes flexing at each impact.
Her flat belly began to bulge in rhythm—every time his cock struck that deep spot, the shape rose visibly beneath her skin, a small pulsing mound just below her navel. Through her fair belly, you could clearly trace the exact outline of his cock pressing outward, the thick shape of him kissing her from inside. Sato Ruri, dizzy and half-gone, glanced down and saw it—the way she was being reshaped from within—and let out a broken, shameful little sob of pleasure.
Her entire little hole began to tremble violently, the tight pressure and pleasure closing in from every direction, clenching in slow rippling waves that milked him from tip to base, while his shaft swelled and swelled with hunger. The friction between them squeezed sticky juices from her body—pearly, viscous strings of clear slick sliding down the crack of her ass, soaking into the sheets beneath her—and once it reached a certain threshold, the pleasure could no longer be contained.
Yūto Shō quickened his pace, the headboard beginning to knock softly against the wall—thock, thock, thock. He hadn't wanted to finish so soon, but Sato Ruri's pussy felt so good it defied description, like being wrapped in a hot, wet, twitching glove custom-made for his cock.
His cock was wrapped in tender, molten flesh, wet and pulsing, tugged and sucked with every movement, sensation piling onto sensation, dragging him toward the edge. His balls drew up tight against his body, heavy with the load he was about to unload.
"Sato Ruri, Sato Ruri…" Yūto Shō braced himself over her, his shaft swelling thicker in an instant as he drove into her honeyed core with everything he had, each thrust bottoming out with a wet slap against her cervix.
Sato Ruri's legs locked tight around him, her slim ankles crossing at the small of his back, welcoming Yūto Shō's surging heat, offering her lips to tangle with his, their teeth grazing, tongues sliding wet against each other as they rushed toward the peak together.
"Mmm—! Mmmn—!"
In that instant, Sato Ruri felt her body go weightless, as if a wire had snapped somewhere inside her spine. Her waist and hips spasmed as they lifted upward off the mattress, her back bowing into a taut arc, the built-up pleasure surging like a live current down to her honeyed depths, dragging her through wave after wave of tight, greedy contractions. Her pussy clamped down on him in staccato pulses—squeeze, release, squeeze, release—each clench tighter than the last.
Stimulated by that impossible grip, Yūto Shō could no longer hold back. His shaft was already tingling past its limit. Now, with the girl's honeyed hole clenched around him and the swollen glans pressed hard against her most delicate core, he let go—a hot torrent of thick, white semen shot out of his tip in ropey, forceful bursts, splattering directly against the mouth of her womb.
"Ah… ah… ahhh…"
...
After Sato Ruri cried out twice, her delicate body convulsed wildly, her whole frame jerking like a marionette with cut strings. Yūto Shō had sent her straight into a climax so intense that after only two cries her eyes rolled up white and she was knocked unconscious by the sheer overload. Even senseless, her body kept trembling, her cunt kept twitching around him in slow aftershocks, kept milking his cock with instinctive squeezes.
Yūto Shō poured out more than ten thick streams of cum before finally slowing, each pulse sending another hot spurt deep into her, until his balls felt hollowed out. Only then did he pull his shaft from Sato Ruri's honeyed depths. As he withdrew—inch by slow inch, watching the way her puffy pink lips clung to him like they didn't want to let go—a heavy flood of milky white spilled out of her stretched hole, pooling in the crease of her thigh and running down into the sheets in a thick, obscene rivulet. The sight brought him a satisfaction that ran bone-deep, body and mind alike.
He saw that although Sato Ruri had fainted, her body still shivered in aftershocks.
She should be fine—just spent.
He let out a long breath, then studied the unconscious girl beneath him. Her whole body was flushed pink in the afterglow, her snow-white skin sheened with a fine film of sweat that caught the lamplight, her long dark hair loose and tangled from the intensity, a few damp strands clinging to her delicate cheek and the corner of her parted mouth.
Yūto Shō watched her a long moment, then couldn't stop himself from reaching out to cup her chest—the soft weight of one breast filling his palm perfectly, the little pink bud still stiff and pebbled from arousal, pressing into the center of his hand.
The sleeping girl let out an unconscious little moan—"nnh~"—her body arching faintly into the touch, but didn't wake, looking so drained she couldn't have opened her eyes if she'd tried.
...
It had only been an hour, and Yūto Shō had only satisfied himself twice.
The points had been well spent. Thanks to that enhancement, Yūto Shō had leveled up from a total novice in bed to a seasoned hand—no more getting swept off the edge by excitement alone. He'd gone from Level 1 slime to mid-tier boss, all in one grinding session.
After lingering inside her for a while longer—rolling his hips lazily, watching the way even his half-hard cock still made her belly bulge faintly with each shallow thrust—Yūto Shō reluctantly pulled free. At the moment of separation, the girl let out a muffled groan, her lips pursing, a fresh trickle of white sliding out of her puffy, well-used slit, but still she didn't wake.
Yūto Shō climbed out of bed, didn't bother with clothes, and walked straight out of the room, his softening cock still glistening with the mixed slick of their bodies.
...
She didn't know how much time had passed before Sato Ruri slowly stirred. She saw the unfamiliar ceiling and blanked for a long moment, mind blurred and drifting, then a tearing, throbbing ache low between her thighs made her gasp softly, one hand flying down instinctively to press against her belly.
She forced herself upright, brow tight as she sat up, feeling the slick wet trickle of his cum sliding out of her and onto the ruined sheets. The tearing ache told her everything she needed to know about what had happened. She stared into empty air, and every shameful memory from earlier came flooding back all at once—how she'd flirted, how she'd followed Yūto Shō home like a lovesick heroine, how she'd been teased and toyed with in every way imaginable, how his mouth and fingers had found every hidden place on her, and finally how she'd ended up flat on her back in his bed with her legs spread wide.
There were flashes too of the two of them naked, entangled, of Yuto Shō using his monstrous 180+mm to reduce her into a moaning, drooling mess, of the shameless, filthy things she'd cried out into the pillow—deeper, don't stop, more—words she'd never once imagined herself saying.
Thinking of it all, the girl felt a strange, swirling mix of surprise and mortification. Her mood tangled itself in knots—a little disappointed, a little dejected that he was gone, but mostly flustered, mostly shy, her flushed cheeks burning against the cool pillow as she pulled the sheet tight over her bare chest, drawing her knees up to her belly and curling small on the sticky, ruined bed.