Target Synchronization Rate: Lowest
Doll Synchronization Rate: Highest
Posture Synchronization Rate: Highest
Koyori, who had fallen, slowly rose to her feet. She glanced down at her feet, tilting her head in confusion, seemingly unaware of why she had tripped.
"Since her Target Synchronization Rate is at its lowest, my prediction is correct: Koyori wouldn't have felt anything through the doll. She wouldn't even have sensed someone pulling her."
From Koyori's perspective, her leg had suddenly shot out, causing her to fall. With such a low Target Synchronization Rate, it would be difficult for her to suspect someone had pulled her.
Doll Synchronization Rate: Medium
The Miko Robe the doll had been wearing vanished, leaving it completely naked. The doll rose to its feet, facing forward, and began to walk.
Ugh... I want to use the doll right now...
If I maximized the Synchronization Rate and got careless while the link was active, Koyori might notice something strange. And she'd suspect me of casting the curse, since she'd just spoken to me before leaving.
To avoid suspicion, I'd have to restrain myself for a few days.
Hmm... It'll be less fun, but I'll have to lower the Synchronization Rate and play it safe.
Suppressing my restless hands, I watched Koyori through my smartphone. After exploring and tidying up the shrine, she returned to her room. Her movements were so refined they were almost breathtaking to watch.
Once inside, she removed her Miko Robe and changed into light pajamas.
"What? She sleeps without underwear."
I checked the time. It was nearly midnight. She turned off the room's lights and lay down on the bed in a perfectly straight posture. Even her sleeping position was rigidly proper.
I glanced at the doll. It lay naked on the bed.
Target Synchronization Rate: Low
Doll Synchronization Rate: High
Posture Synchronization Rate: Medium
I manipulated the synchronization rates. There were also other functions besides the synchronization rates.
Remote Posture Control: OFF
Voice: OFF
"Remote Posture Control? I didn't know this function existed."
It wasn't hard to deduce the function's purpose from its name.
Remote Posture Control would allow me to remotely control the doll's posture, while Voice would enable the doll to speak like Koyori.
I reached out and undressed the doll. Her F-cup breasts spilled sideways, revealing smooth abs, tightly pressed thighs, and a pussy covered in dark pubic hair.
Voice: ON
I gently touched the doll's face. The soft skin felt real under my fingertips. The doll was eerily lifelike body temperature, breathing, even subtle tremors mimicked a real human.
If I cut the doll's skin with a sharp knife, would warm, red blood flow?
"..."
On the screen, Koyori remained asleep, shifting only slightly beneath her blanket. [ Target Synchronization Rate: Low ]. As expected, the weak link didn't transmit my touch to her.
Heh heh heh.
My touch grew bolder. The hand that had been caressing her cheek now moved to her breasts. I kneaded the soft, full curves, my fingers brushing against her delicate, light brown nipples. The sensation was identical to touching a real human woman.
"...Mmm."
"...!"
I flinched in surprise as a voice escaped the doll's lips. So focused on fondling her breasts, I had completely forgotten she was a doll.
Phew. That startled me. I glanced at the screen.
Koyori was still lying in bed with her eyes closed, breathing evenly. The sound had come from the doll alone.
I chuckled softly and let my hand slide further down.
I gripped the doll's thighs, stood it up, and spread its legs wide, fully exposing its pussy. With a finger, I pushed aside the pubic hair, revealing the opening. A faint, urine-like scent lingered, likely from her having just relieved herself.
The doll's labia minora were slightly discolored, shifting between a vivid crimson and a brownish hue.
Was Koyori really 33 this year?
Judging by her appearance alone, she could easily pass for someone in her mid-twenties.
She's definitely not a virgin.
Men wouldn't leave a woman like Koyori alone.
I gently spread apart the beautifully shaped labia minora, revealing the hidden pink flesh beneath. I fluttered the labial folds, examining them closely.
As expected of the Pleasure World app. A perfect Sex Doll.
The doll was already reacting exactly as designed. There's no need to rush.
My stiff erection protested persistently, but I stubbornly ignored it.
Target Synchronization Rate: Lowest
Doll Synchronization Rate: High
Posture Synchronization Rate: High
"Haa... mmm..."
The doll moaned and writhed. Its right hand kneaded its ample breasts while its left hand caressed its pussy. Instead of penetration, it focused on rubbing its clitoris and labia minora with its fingers.
I stared at the doll's face. Made in Koyori's image, its usually prim and proper features were flushed crimson. Its tightly pursed lips parted slightly, releasing hot breaths, and its half-closed eyes were unfocused.
"Hng... Ugh!"
Gulp. I swallowed involuntarily.
Koyori's composed face from our earlier conversation flashed through my mind. The contrast with the expression on the doll stirred me more and more.
"Ugh...!"
The doll's knees bent as its hips arched upward. Supported by its shoulders in a bridge pose, its body trembled intermittently.
"Hah..."
She gasped for breath and collapsed onto the blanket. Her flushed face and ragged breathing gradually calmed.
"Haa..."
I watched a glistening trail of vaginal fluid trickle from the doll's pussy, its labia minora glistening wetly.
Does Erotic Zone Detection work on dolls?
Amatsuka Koyori's Erotic Zones: Labia Minora, Armpits
It worked. And Sensual Amplification would likely work too.
The Doll's arm moved sideways, searching for a tissue.
A tissue appeared in the Doll's hand. She meticulously wiped her pussy with it before closing her eyes.
...Fuck. I can't hold back! I'll shut the synchronization off and take the doll right now...
Just as I reached out with my Demonic Beast hand toward the Doll,
Click-clack.
The doorknob rattled.
"Yujin-ah? Are you asleep?"
It was Jin Seyoung's voice.
Momentary!
Using my Skill, I swiftly shoved the Doll into my Inventory and replied,
"Oh, I was just getting ready for bed. Wait a moment, Seyoung."
I opened the door. Jin Seyoung looked utterly exhausted.
"You look so tired. What happened?"
"The reporters were relentless, twisting my words with irrelevant questions... Now I understand why they're called 'Giregi' trash reporters."
Jin Seyoung had just returned from facing journalists from Japan, Korea, China, and across the globe.
"But..."
Her gaze drifted downward, landing on my stiff erection.
"You're hard again, aren't you?"
"I want to do it with you before bed, Seyoung."
"..."
Jin Seyoung closed and locked the door with a sly smile. She quickly began stripping off her top, revealing her sexy red bra. Whenever we were together, we had sex. I always wanted it, and she enjoyed it with me too.
"Oh, right. Amatsuka Koyori came by earlier."
"...Ms. Amatsuka?"
"Apparently, there's a reward for participants in the Sparring Match. That bastard Shigeru didn't mention a word about it. He probably planned to pocket it himself."
As I explained the situation, I handed her a Wind Spirit Talisman.
"You should take this. I didn't do anything to earn it."
"Don't be silly. You're part of the Yeongcheon Style too. Besides... you're my girl."
I pulled the naked Jin Seyoung into my arms, my cock pressing firmly against her lower abdomen.
"Haaah..."
Her eyes grew hazy.
Rumble!
The ground shook violently. Jin Seyoung and I swayed, then regained our balance. The bed, table, and chairs trembled visibly.
"An earthquake?!"
Jin Seyoung, unaccustomed to earthquakes, wore a tense expression. The tremor lasted for over ten seconds before subsiding.
"It's okay, Seyoung. This is Japan. Earthquakes are just part of daily life. Daily life."
I gently stroked Jin Seyoung's body using Sensual Amplification, rekindling the atmosphere that had been disrupted by the quake.
"Right... this is Japan... Ahh..."
We resumed our passionate physical intimacy.
The next afternoon, I lay on the bed watching TV.
The screen showed a live broadcast of Amatsuka Koyori's sparring match. Her opponent was a woman dressed in a black ninja outfit.
Kouga Mio. A female ninja from the Kouga clan, one of Japan's most renowned ninja families.
Wasn't a female ninja called a Kunoichi? She was quite famous in Japan, her popularity fueled by her stunning figure and the allure of her sexy ninja attire.
Her bust is around a C-cup. Her thighs and hips have an absolutely stunning line.
The only downside was the mask obscuring her face. However, her eyes were visible sharp and piercing, more alluring than intimidating.
She was a renowned A-Class Hunter from Japan, but beyond her name, little else was known about her. Her age and daily life remained a mystery, as if she deliberately cultivated an air of mystique.
I can tell just by looking at her eyes. She's undoubtedly a beauty on par with Koyori.
-I am Amatsuka Koyori, Shrine Maiden of Fuka Shrine.
-...I am Kouga Mio, Ninja of Kouga.
After introducing themselves, the two women began their sparring match.
The sparring match was even more spectacular than yesterday's.
Mio emphasized stealth and agility in her approach, employing Ninjutsu a ninja sorcery rooted in Yin-Yang Art.
The sparring match lasted nearly fifteen minutes before concluding. The victor was, unsurprisingly, Amatsuka Koyori.
I knew they were concealing their true abilities, but I couldn't even begin to guess the extent of their actual power. My own level was simply too low to make such an assessment.
One thing was certain:
That female ninja is no pushover. She's almost on par with Koyori. Looks like there's another S-Class Candidate after all.
I wanted to strip her bare, but that seemed impossible for now.
Dr... drdrdr...
I sat up in bed. My senses detected an earthquake. At first, it was a subtle tremor, barely perceptible to ordinary people, but the vibrations grew stronger with each passing moment.
I initially assumed it would soon subside.
The earthquake is still going on. And the tremors are getting stronger...
Rumble! Rumble! Clatter! Clang!
The bed shook violently. I frowned and gripped the edge of the mattress.
"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen."
A man appeared in the sparring arena. He was a small, formally dressed man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing a sly grin.
"I am Seitaro of Baekrim. I regret to inform you that you will be playing with me for the next ten days."
Rumble!
A massive earthquake struck. Cracks split the floor, fissures spiderwebbed across the walls, and debris rained from the ceiling. I caught the falling TV with both hands, glaring at the screen.
"What the hell is going on?! What's Baekrim?!"
The man on the screen clapped his hands, and countless spatial rifts tore open, swallowing people whole.
"Aaaaaaah!"
The people on the TV screamed. All thousand of them were engulfed, and the broadcast cut out.
Just before the screen went dark, Seitaro smiled and stepped into one of the rifts.
Then the earthquake stopped.