"Haa..."
She spoke, her expression transforming into something alluring. After licking her lips once, she immediately pressed them to the nape of my neck, her hands deftly stripping off my clothes.
Smack. Smack.
Leaving kiss marks on my neck and chest, Yuria slid her panties aside and guided my cock to her pussy.
Squish!
Her already soaking wet pussy easily swallowed my cock.
"Master's hot cock is inside me...!"
Yuria placed her slender hands on my chest and began to move her hips. It was a different rhythm than usual. Normally, her movements were as regular as playing an instrument, but now she moved instinctively, following her desires.
"Master... Master..."
Yuria kept calling my name. Her vaginal walls, which had swallowed my cock to the root, tightened fiercely. She slowly swayed her hips, our joined genitals rubbing together.
Squish, squish!
Fluid from her secret place soaked my groin.
"Ah... it feels so good. I want to stay like this, embraced by Master, forever."
Yuria's sweet breath tickled my neck as she lay pressed against my chest. She reached out, her fingers touching my face with the delicate care one might use when handling a fine wine glass. Her legs coiled around mine like a serpent.
Though Yuria had stopped moving, I still felt waves of sexual pleasure. Her vaginal walls pulsed with a life of their own, rhythmically contracting and expanding to stimulate my cock.
Squeeze, squeeze.
I vividly felt a drop of vaginal fluid, released from her tightly gripping pussy, trickle down my groin.
We remained motionless in that position for about five minutes.
As I passively let her take control, I was inwardly flustered. I had always held the dominant role in our relationship. Occasionally, I would relinquish control during sex, but those were pre-arranged role-playing scenarios. This felt entirely different.
This has never happened before. Is it because this is reality? Or perhaps because we've reached Affinity Level 10? Or could there be some other reason entirely?
Whatever the cause, it wasn't unpleasant. It didn't seem to be straining my relationship with Yuria.
"Master... Master... My beloved Master..."
Her seductive blue eyes reflected my image. From my perspective, she was even more alluring. I reached out and gently stroked her lower back, though the fabric of her clothes slightly dulled the sensation.
"...Master. I have a request."
Squish.
As Yuria shifted slightly, a wet sound came from below. I glanced down to see black pubic hair and short silver strands, slick with vaginal fluid, pressed between our slightly parted lower abdomens.
"What kind of request?"
Yuria lifted her upper body, her breasts spilling from her unbuttoned blouse. The pink nipples at the tips of her pale breasts brushed against my own. The downward pull of her breasts made my cock stiffen even more.
But I couldn't just stare at Yuria's breasts. Her face was now right in front of mine.
Our breaths mingled. The scent of Yuria, invading my nostrils, nearly made me lose my mind.
"Will you... tell me you love me? Even if it's a lie, I don't care."
It was an easy request.
"A lie? No. This is my true feeling. I love you, Yuria."
"Ugh..."
Yuria's face flushed crimson. The hand gripping my body tightened, and the pressure of her pussy around my cock intensified. I realized she was experiencing a light orgasm.
"M-Master... just one more time... please say it again."
Yuria's breathing grew ragged. I smirked and opened my mouth as she desired.
"I love you."
"Ah... ah..."
"I love you, Yuria."
"Ah... ah... I love you too, Master."
Yuria wrapped her arms around my neck and began kissing me passionately.
"Ugh... uh... mmm..."
She continued to thrust relentlessly, and I ejaculated inside her. Even as my cock pulsed with release, she didn't stop moving.
"Master's heat is filling me completely. Ah..."
"Yuria, are you satisfied now?"
"No. I can never be satisfied. A little more... just a little more! I want you, Master!"
Remaining summon duration for Yuria Grace: 13 minutes
With the little time remaining, Yuria, as if aware of it, shifted from her languid, melting demeanor to a dynamic pursuit of pleasure.
"Haa...! Aang! Aaaang!"
Yuria gripped my abs with both hands, her body undulating. Her open blouse revealed her full, pale breasts, which swayed with her hair. Her skirt fluttered, occasionally offering glimpses of what lay beneath without fully exposing it. Her panties were pushed aside, revealing the collision of flesh.
"Ah... Aang! Master...! Master... Master!"
I stared at her blankly.
Yuria Grace's remaining summon duration: 1 second
Yuria Grace has been reverse-summoned.
Yuria vanished.
I sat up and reflexively glanced around. My eyes landed on Yuria's white bra lying nearby. I grabbed it and looked down at my groin. My genitals were stained with vaginal fluid and semen. Yuria had definitely been real.
There's still one thing left to confirm.
I picked up my smartphone and launched the Pleasure World App.
Currently Active Games
1. Vampire Detective
2. Plum Blossom Sword Saint Reborn into the Count's Household
3. God's Atlantis
4. Bright Ascension Chart
My gaze naturally drifted to the Plum Blossom Sword Saint world. When Yuria had been summoned, the word "[Inactive]" had appeared next to Plum Blossom Sword Saint, but now it was gone.
I entered the Plum Blossom Sword Saint world.
Game Start.
Yuria stood before me, not wearing her maid uniform but the same clothes she had been wearing in the real world moments ago.
"Yuria! How are you? Do you remember what happened in the real world?"
"Yes, Master. I remember everything clearly. And your mark still burns vividly on my body."
Yuria lifted her black skirt.
It was soaked, warm semen still dripping from her pink pussy.
She had definitely been summoned from reality. With such undeniable proof before my eyes, I couldn't possibly doubt it.
I grinned.
"Yuria, you're still not satisfied, are you?"
"...No. But we should prepare to return to the mansion... ahhh..."
I abruptly pulled her into my arms, my penis plunging deep into her secret place.
"Melissa and the servants are here. Let's enjoy ourselves a little longer."
Yuria was reverse-summoned.
If she had never been here at all, it might have been different. But having her presence vanish left me feeling empty.
Was living like this always so inconvenient?
In just a week, the house had fallen into disarray. Laundry piled up, and we started eating out more often again.
Time continued to flow.
Now a C-Rank Hunter, I found myself increasingly interested in joining a guild. After experiencing the power of China's Hegemon Blade Sect, I realized that having a guild-like organization would make life as a Hunter much easier.
"Even Hunters with less skill than me look down on me just because I don't belong to a guild. And there's also the subtle but persistent unfairness from the Association."
To join a guild, I needed permission from Jin Seyoung of the Shadow Heaven Sword Hall. This was due to a contract I'd made with her when I became a formal disciple of the Yeongcheon Style long ago. The contract was now largely meaningless; if I insisted, Jin Seyoung would undoubtedly grant her consent.
Joining an established major guild might be okay, but...
Major guilds are teeming with Hunters stronger than me. If I joined one, I'd likely be treated as a subordinate, tossed around at their whim. Hunter Guilds, by their very nature, often resemble military units more than corporations.
Should I just create a guild?
The problem is my lack of skill. To establish and maintain a stable guild, I'd need to be at least an A-Class Hunter. And I'd need guild members with comparable skills, recruit other Hunters...
...Come to think of it, that sounds incredibly tedious. But now that I'm considering founding a guild... what's that guy up to these days?
The guy I was thinking of was Kang Seoksu, the young genius magician of the Republic of Korea. He was the man I fought against on the broadcast program Dungeon Survival. He had even suggested we create a guild together.
What should I do?
My ?? deepened.
But I couldn't reach any clear conclusion.
"Ah, whatever. Let's just have sex with Harin."
The Pleasure World App's quests had been updated. In fact, the update had occurred quite some time ago.
This time, none of the quests were particularly appealing, so I had been putting them off.
Why are all these quests so boring? But ignoring them would be a waste of the rewards and time...
One quest was a grind quest: build fifty wooden houses in a rural area.
Another quest was to become the King of Singers. The reward was decent, but I had no talent for singing, and it was clearly a time-consuming quest, so I skipped it.
In the end, only one quest remained. I didn't like it either, but if I didn't choose it, I'd be wasting fifty days, so I had no choice.
"In some ways, this quest is similar to the one I did last time. If I use auto-progress, I should be able to finish it quickly."
Bully Maker
Enter the "Fighting Dog" Game World and transform the pathetic protagonist into the school's top bully. The quest fails if the protagonist dies or fails to become the top bully before graduating.
Quest Reward: +1 to all stats, 300 Points
"Fighting Dog" was a manga I read back in middle school. It's a school violence genre, quite old now. It might have been popular back then, but these days it would just get criticized and hated.
"If I had to become the top bully myself, this quest would be over in an hour... But no, I have to deal with this damn protagonist. Ugh."
I sighed.
Still, I tried to comfort myself by thinking it was better than some other quests.
Quest accepted.
Game Start.
Jinil Academy.
The academy serves as the backdrop for the world of [ Fighting Dog ]. More than half of its students are delinquents, and some are connected to organized crime. The female students are mostly rebellious and unattractive.
And now, I've become a student at this academy.
Currently, class is in session.
I felt a brief pang of nostalgia. After all, I had gone through middle and high school myself just a few years ago.
A listless history teacher drones on about the Joseon Dynasty, writing on the blackboard.
Out of approximately thirty students, fewer than three are actually paying attention. Most are either slumped over their desks asleep, reading manga, or chatting amongst themselves.
Several seats remain empty students who haven't even bothered to come to school.
If even the teachers have given up, it's no wonder this place is a mess.
I glanced at the empty seat beside me.
A male student sat hunched over his desk, staring at it intently. The long-haired boy was quite large, but his body trembled intermittently.
Hong Haechan, the protagonist. He got targeted by delinquents in the first chapter.
I glanced back. Three delinquents, their black school uniforms worn sloppily, were sneering at Hong Haechan. They kept checking the wall clock, impatiently waiting for lunch break.
Hong Haechan gets beaten up by the delinquents... Realizing he can't endure three more years of this, he seeks out an old gym tucked away in a corner of the neighborhood.
If left unchecked, he'll become the top bully at Jinil Academy. That's how the manga ends.
But the quest requires me to make Hong Haechan the academy's ultimate delinquent. Maybe there's no gym for him to find in this world.
I decided to observe the situation for now.
If I want Hong Haechan to develop the will to become stronger on his own, I shouldn't help him right now.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
The lunch bell rang, and the teacher left the classroom without even a nod.
As if by prearranged agreement, the students sitting near Hong Haechan rose from their seats and moved away, creating a wide berth. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Hong Haechan and the delinquents.
The delinquents swaggered toward Hong Haechan with their characteristic swaggering gait.
Hong Haechan was drenched in cold sweat.
"Hey, Hong Haechan. Get up, you bastard."
"Get up!"
Two delinquents confronted Hong Haechan, hurling insults and shoving him roughly.
"M-m-sorry! I messed up!"