It was past midnight. The office was dead quiet, barely anybody except for me, the usual workaholic seating at my desk past midnight, finishing up the company's project while the people in charge all signed off earlier.
Did it even matter?
As long as I am paid ¥100,000 a month, I would pick this over my last caregiver job where I was paid ¥20,000 for caring for old people.
The office lights were dimmed, that the only light reflecting on the huge glass window behind me came from my laptop. I sat hunched over, hoodie up, headphones on, eyes glued to my screen, subsequently taking sips out of my coffee until it was empty.
Every night, I was left to wrap things up but this night, I was not planning on working on no new game, this time was for me, myself and I.
"Damn… Reika Kitami is about to go full demon queen on this poor girl." I muttered under my breath, adjusting my seat. "I bet she is going to cum in this slutty student so soon. Give her just three seconds."
Was I watching Hentai in the midnight instead of working? Yes I was. Bible Black was still playing on my laptop. Old, sure. But a classic? Absolutely. Twisted, unpredictable, and way more psychological than people give it credit for.
Let me back up.
Name's Kaito Arisaka. Age 22. junior game programmer at Kenshō Interactive, a small indie game startup tucked deep inside Akihabara by day, certified hentai connoisseur by night. Kenshō Interactive isn't your average game studio. It's a niche little hub tucked on the sixth floor of a worn-down building in Akihabara—the kind of place that doesn't look like much from the outside and our specialty?
NSFW RPGs.
Yep, full-blown erotic role-playing games. Lewd fantasies, taboo storylines, seduction stats, branching sex scenes, tentacles… the whole damn package. Every game we make and launch takes your fantasy and turns it into a popular lit sex simulator game.
One reason why I applied here in the first place: I just wanted an easy life, cool cash and to code games that made players horny.
Sex was made for everyone, I believed that.
But turns out, I only get to live one of my fantasies—from behind a screen. Designing RPG video games while Kenshao CEO, Riku Takahashi, stood on stage at tech expos, flashing that smug smile and pocketing awards for the code I bled over. He got the glory. I got ¥100,000.
Whether the game pulled in millions or broke records? That wasn't my concern. I'd signed away the rights. Like a fool. A genius fool with a rare neurological disorder and no control over his orgasms. "Oh no. Not again…"
I whispered, my jaw tightening as I felt it building up intensely between my thighs. The tension in my spine, the dull throb at my lower back—then that embarrassing, undeniable release.
I slammed my fist against the table, slowly curling it around the edges as I released the last semen built up in my penis.
It had a name, my condition. Spontaneous Ejaculatory Syndrome. Sounds fake, right? Like some pathetic punchline from a late-night sketch show. But it's real. Diagnosed at fourteen. I'm thirty now. And I've spent half my life trapped in a body that has no control over his orgasms.
How I wish it was for sex that I orgasmed for, but No!
It wasn't about sex. It never was. It was only a misfire in the deepest part of my brain, like someone left a glitch in my system code, just like the RPGs I build. Except I couldn't debug myself.
Worse? Try explaining to a therapist why you avoid relationships. Why you work remotely. Why you flinch whenever someone hugs you too long. I stopped trying long ago besides anime character or game fiction characters never judged one for orgasming five times in a day.
I inhale sharply, trying to collect myself and pressed the pause button on my laptop to stop the anime from playing. I slowly push myself up from the leather chair, the back of my pants peeling from the seat with a wet, sticky patch of release.
Third time today.
I picked up a clean pant from my closet on the right and headed into the restroom on the left, easing myself and washing up. I hate how powerless it makes me feel.
I leaned over the sink, turning on the cold water, and splashing it against my face clearing the sleep that was in my eyes.
Less than ten hours to go and Yūgen Arena, the second gaming arena of Kenshao interactive will be unveiled alongside the newest RPG, Obey me, Oni-sama!, we've been working on, or should I say me!
Because it's always the junior programmer that gets the most work! I washed up and returned to the screen, adjusting the chair as I sat down to finish the last coding and debugging of the new game before it's release tomorrow and at the same time, my own Hentai video game.
The one I was keeping a secret so I can put it to the market and grow as a game coder rather than have my works stolen and money earned from it without having my name on it.
I dragged my mouse across the screen and double-clicked on the folder labeled "PRIVATE."
A small password prompt appeared. I typed in my birthday—an old habit—and pressed enter. The folder opened instantly, accompanied by lines of code streaming down the screen as the file system unpacked.
Each file was neatly arranged in subfolders, just the way I liked them. Easy to view every codes at once. I scrolled through the files until my eyes locked on the final draft of game: SuccubusEngine_v3.7.exe.
A lame name right? Don't worry!
"There she is, my sweet baby who I will launch instead of the actual one. I could get fired for this, but the fuck do I care? I have had enough, I was going to expose Kenshao under dealings tomorrow and resign so they don't get to fire me!"
There was a subtle chuckle that I escaped my mouth while I doubleclicked the draft with my mouse. "This is it, my hardwork of six months." The game launched instantly, and a low tune as the background song filled my headphones before the visuals even settled.
A breathy moan from something ancient waking from a thousand year sleep. The screen went black just like I programmed it to, another fire and skull background lit up the laptop screen. There she was, Yasha-onna, the lust demon succubus seductress sitting on an ornate throne carved from bone.
Two sharp, obsidian horns curved out from the sides of her head, and her legs? Spread apart on the chair's flaming hand. She had nothing on other than a black skull on her nipples and on her waist, gold flaming chains around her waist. Her eyes locked onto mine through the screen and slowly, she slid her fingers down, parting her thighs apart and her hand flicking her clitoris.
"Do you want to play, Master?"
"Perfect," I whispered to myself, entering my name to make it even better. I entered submit and she laughed, slowly dissolving into flames. "Damn, this game is going to break records for the most downloads."