The ceiling was high, supported by dark oak beams carved with hunting scenes. Walls covered with crimson silk tapestries muffled any outside sound. The smell in the air was a mixture of sandalwood incense. In the center was a king-size bed with black satin sheets, cold to the touch at first, but quickly warming to body heat.
The elf MILF knelt on the mattress. She was tall, the moonlight highlighting her pale skin tone. Her eyes were deep emerald green, framed by blonde hair that fell in waves to her wide hips. She wasted no time. Her slender, long-fingered hands grabbed the collar of Haru's shirt and pulled it off in one motion.
When she leaned over, her large, heavy breasts with pink areolas swayed over Haru's chest. Haru swallowed hard, feeling their weight as he grabbed them; they were soft but with an elastic firmness, such that his hand sank into those breasts, radiating a heat that seemed to melt his skin. Her kiss had a hungry pressure...
"My God, I want to suck these breasts," Haru thought.
Before Haru could process the elf's touch, another figure moved to his right. Her skin was black, shiny, with an athletic, defined body and medium-sized breasts swaying. She grabbed Haru's face and turned it towards her. Her kiss was different: her mouth was hot, almost scalding, and her tongue explored every part of Haru's mouth. She stopped kissing and licked his lip before biting it lightly.
"But first I want to stick my cock in this mouth and feel that tongue."
The contrast between the elf's softness and the dragon's firmness made Haru's cock throb.
While Haru was busy with the elf and dragon's mouths, he felt a sudden weight on his back. It was the twins, the vampire princesses. Their skin was ice cold, a stark contrast to the dragon's heat. One on each side, they pressed their large, firm breasts against Haru's back.
He felt their cold breath on his ears. They didn't kiss him; they sucked on his earlobes with surgical precision while their hands moved up his chest, their sharp nails lightly scratching his skin. Simultaneously, they sank their fangs into the base of Haru's neck. It didn't hurt; it was an electric sting that sent a tingling sensation straight to his groin. They licked the blood, looked at each other over Haru's shoulders, and kissed, mixing his fluid between their pale tongues.
On the opposite side, the last woman approached. She was the perfect balance: fair skin, determined brown eyes, and a curvy body that exuded the scent of jasmine. She grabbed Haru's chin, forcing him to look at her as he let out a moan.
"Did you like the surprise, Haru?" Her voice was low, laden with intent.
She gave him a short, dry kiss before pushing him hard against the pillows. The elf MILF was already at his feet. Her hands grabbed the waistband of Haru's pants and began to slowly pull them down. The cold air in the room hit his fully erect and throbbing member.
Haru felt like he was going to explode. "I did it," he thought, his vision blurring with pleasure. "After years of slaughter... this is my prize. I'm finally going to feel what it's like to be inside a woman. I'm going to—"
┌───►SYSTEM◄───┐
[SECURITY ALERT]
└──────♦───────┘
Suddenly, red, pixelated letters began flashing in the air, superimposed on the women's faces.
┌──────►
► Hardware: H-Suit v.4.2
♦ Status: CRITICAL OVERHEATING.
♦ User Heart Rate: 185 BPM.
♦ Synchronization Error: Dopamine flow exceeds core limits.
└─────────♦
"No... not now!" Haru roared in his mind, trying to ignore the warnings that covered the elf's vision as she grabbed his member. "Just ten more seconds... hang on a little longer! I'm almost there."
The women froze. The warmth of their skin, tongues, and breasts disappeared, becoming cold, static plastic. The world of luxury began to disintegrate into binary code, leaving only a black void.
Haru ripped off his VR helmet with a violent movement. The cold, harsh white light of his room blinded him for a second. He was sitting there in his worn-out gaming chair, surrounded by empty pizza boxes and tangled cables. His left hand was still squeezing his member, which throbbed, painfully erect, exposed to the cold air of the room.
"Damn it... not now! Fucking lack of synchronization!"
Haru leaned forward, trying to adjust the helmet's power cord, which was sparking. He was wearing the full tactile simulation suit, a network of electrodes designed to convert digital impulses into physical sensations.
The moment his fingers touched the helmet's entrance, the short circuit happened.
TRIZZZ.
It wasn't a spark; it was a violent blue discharge. The tactile suit, saturated with sweat, became the perfect conductor. The electricity passed through Haru's chest and went straight down to his genitals.
His eyes rolled back. His body arched like a bow, his muscles locking in an impossible contraction. He fell from the gaming chair, his head hitting the floor with a dull thud. Amidst the convulsions, unable to utter a single scream, Haru's nervous system collapsed completely. In the last spasm of agony and electric shock, he came violently against his own simulation suit.
His heart stopped, and only the smell of ozone and burnt flesh filled the room.
Haru died there, on the floor, between ecstasy and trash....
"And that's how I died and ended up here," said Haru, standing on the floor that looked like water made of neon light. In front of him, the woman on the throne leaned forward. The movement caused her already generous cleavage to fall a little.
"Eighty-seven times!" she repeated, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of horror and fascination. "Eighty-seven times, Haru! Your heart should have exploded on the fortieth!"
"Is that all you paid attention to?" he replied, crossing his arms with the arrogance of someone who knows his subject well. "I counted much more than that. Eighty-seven were just the ones I recorded. And anyone would do the same in that suit."
"But eighty-seven is an insane number! That's in a single day!" exclaimed the woman, adjusting her short skirt that barely covered her thick thighs.
"It's not... if you're an experienced wanker," Haru began, his voice now in a professorial tone. "There are techniques, you know? The 'Let Go' to alternate the pressure between your hands, the 'No Hold' which requires concentration because you don't hold the dick with anything, the 'Half Hot Motorcycle Escape' to simulate thermal vibration... even the use of cooking oil with your little toes for impossible friction angles."
The Goddess was speechless. Her hand rose to her chest, clutching the black fabric. "You created... methods? Don't tell me you have a manual for that..."
Haru looked away, smiling slightly. "... Maybe."
"My God... you have a... a... a PDF of that!?" she cried, between laughter and disbelief.
"I did something much more impressive!" Haru took a step toward the throne, his voice rising in tone. "I was an otaku, a gamer, a philosopher of the flesh! I single-handedly developed the neural interface technology that allows humans to feel everything in VR. I broke the barrier between the digital and the tactile! Yes, I died because the hardware overheated at the climax of wank number 87, but I came. I beat the system before I died. I'm supposed to be in heaven now, but you, an angel, stopped on the way just to congratulate me on my achievement!"
The woman let out a laugh that made her large breasts sway rhythmically, a sight that Haru didn't miss for a second.
"Hahaha! You're funny, Haru. And kind of cute, in a pathetic way," she said, changing her tone of voice to something more provocative. She began to rub her hands over her breasts, squeezing them lightly as she looked at him from under her eyelashes. "Wouldn't you like to 'get some' before I send you to your destination?"
Haru didn't hesitate. The moment the woman offered, he rushed like a predator that hadn't eaten in weeks. His hands were a millimeter away from that divine flesh, already feeling the heat emanating from her cleavage, when, SNAP, she grabbed his wrists tightly.
"What is this?!" Haru shouted indignantly, his fingers stretched out trying to reach his goal.
"Calm down, you impatient one," she said with a provocative smile. "If you want to touch my breasts, there are conditions..."
"I accept!" Haru interrupted instantly.
"What? You didn't even hear what I..."
"Fuck it! For those melons, I'll accept anything! I'll sell my soul, I'll kill a pantheon, I'll clean latrines forever! Just let me touch them!"
He tried to lunge with his other hand, but she was quicker, capturing both of Haru's wrists. He was now trapped, face to face with her, inches away from glory.
"Okay, name your condition," Haru snorted, feigning defeat.
"Here's the deal," she began, regaining her majestic posture. "If you touch here, you'll have to..."
"Look! That angel over there is even hotter than you!" Haru exclaimed, widening his eyes and pointing his chin at the empty space to his right.
"What?! Someone hotter than me?! Impossible!" The woman, struck at her weakest point, her ego, turned her head sharply to look. There was nothing there.
It was the second Haru needed.
With his wrists still bound, he didn't use his hands. He threw his body forward and plunged his face with all his might into those breasts. It was like falling into a cloud made of warm silk. He buried his nose, mouth, and cheeks in the absolute softness, embracing the curve with his face and pressing himself there as if the world were ending.
"Mmmffllfff!" Haru muffled, intoxicated by the scent of roses and power.
The woman froze. Her face went from white to scarlet red in less than a second. Fury and shame exploded.
"GET OUT OF HERE!"
Her scream was not just sound; it was a shockwave. The neon space crackled. The world disappeared in a flash of white light.
┌───►SYSTEM◄───┐
[MESSAGE]
└──────♦────────┘
►Protocol violation detected: Divine Harassment Level 9.
►Contract accepted by default and physical contact.
►Forced synchronization initiated...
└─────────♦
[PENALTY APPLIED]
┌──────►
◊ Destination: World of Aethelgard.
◊ Social Status: Slave/Commoner.
◊ Primary Mission: [Sinner's Remorse] (Incomplete).
◊ Precocity Bonus: [Touch of the Goddess] (Cellular Memory Activated).
└─────────♦
SPLASH!
A bucket of cold, dirty water hit Haru in the face. He woke up with a jolt, spitting out straw and stagnant water.
"Get up, you little shit! Another day of work! Horses don't clean themselves!" shouted a thick, rough voice.
Haru got up, dizzy. He wasn't in a nobleman's room. He was in a damp stable, smelling of manure and animal sweat. He staggered to the rotten wooden door and looked outside.
The sky was not normal. Above him, floating among golden clouds, were gigantic masses of land, flying islands with waterfalls cascading into the void. Knights riding winged creatures crossed the horizon. It was a fantasy world, vast and dangerous.
Haru looked at his calloused hands and then down at his poor linen pants. A maniacal smile began to grow on his face.
"Oh my God... I've been given another chance," he whispered, his eyes shining with grim determination. "This time, there will be no short circuit. I'm going to take the virginity of this entire world!"