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LEON
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COMPLETED
Have sex with Clara and make her orgasm at least 1 time
Reward: +5♥︎ AFFECTION
Requirement: 50 S-SKILL
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Your stats have increased from having sex with Clara.
Because you also creampied her, you gained additional bonuses to your stats.
[+5 STRENGTH]
[+5 STAMINA]
[+5 S-SKILL]
+30♥︎ for having sex with her and giving her a creampie.
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Clara
Affection: 65♥︎
Mood: 60♥︎
Lust: 100♥︎
Status: Sex Friends
Preferences: ???
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Leon:
STATUS:
STRENGTH: 115
STAMINA: 135
AGILITY: 60
INTELLIGENCE: 130
LOOKS: 75
S-SKILL: 65
CHARISMA: 15
COMMUNICATION: 80
LUCK: 75
REPUTATION: 6
INFAMY: 88
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Your LUCK is high enough that pregnancy was prevented.
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I didn't even bother reading all the pop-ups that suddenly appeared right in front of my face.
There were a lot of them. Way too many, actually. Any normal person would probably stop and go through everything carefully, maybe even feel excited about it. Me? Yeah, not really. Not at that moment.
I just kept kissing Clara.
Her lips were small, soft, and surprisingly warm. There was something about the way she responded that felt… genuine.
And her scent, it wasn't anything overwhelming, just subtle enough to notice, but it had this strange effect on me. It made me feel at ease, like I belonged there, even if the situation itself was anything but normal.
I had sex with Clara.
Even now, thinking about it felt unreal.
She was one of the few people who actually talked to me like I was still human. Not like I was some walking scandal with a label stuck on my forehead. With my INFAMY sitting at that ridiculous level, most people avoided me like I carried something contagious.
But Clara didn't.
If anything, she moved closer.
In a way, she really did feel like an angel.
And that angel was in my arms, breathing softly, still close enough that I could feel her warmth.
I slowly pulled my cock out of her vagina. The movement was gentle, but the sound that followed wasn't exactly subtle. A soft, wet pop filled the air, and right after that, the semen I had released inside her started to flow out of her pussy.
It wasn't purely white. There was a faint pink tint mixed into it.
Virgin blood.
"Does it still hurt, Clara?" I asked, trying to keep my tone steady.
"I'm fine," she replied, her voice calm but slightly breathy. "It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. You were gentle… so I didn't really feel any pain."
Gentle, huh.
I wasn't completely convinced by that.
I knew for a fact that I lost control a bit near the end. Things got a little rougher than I intended, especially when I was about to finish. So hearing her describe it like that made me question whether she was just being nice or if she genuinely felt that way.
Either way, I wasn't about to argue.
"Did you… feel good too?" she asked, avoiding eye contact for a moment.
There was a bit of embarrassment in her voice, but also curiosity.
"Of course I did," I answered without hesitation. "I mean, I wouldn't be cumming like that inside you if I didn't."
Not exactly poetic, but it got the point across.
"Oh… right. You came inside me," she said, almost like she was processing it again.
Even though the system already confirmed that pregnancy was prevented because of my LUCK, it still didn't feel right to just brush it off completely.
"If you end up getting pregnant, I'll take responsibility and—"
"Dummy," she said, cutting me off with a small smile.
There was no hesitation in her voice this time.
"You don't have to worry about that. It's a safe day for me."
"Safe day?"
"Yeah," she said, nodding slightly. "I only learned about it yesterday, but it's basically a day when the chances of getting pregnant are lower. Not zero, but… low enough."
She paused, then added casually, "Besides, do you really think I'd get pregnant this easily? If I did, my family would literally kick me out. Probably disown me on the spot."
She even winked after saying that, like it was just a normal thing to joke about.
I wasn't sure if I should laugh or be concerned.
After she finished fixing herself and putting her clothes back on, she looked at me again. There was a softness in her expression that hadn't been there before.
"Hey, Leon," she said, tilting her head slightly. "Do you think we can stay like this?"
"Like what?" I asked.
"I'm not really sure what it's called," she admitted. "Maybe something like… sex friends? No strings attached. Just… doing this whenever we want."
Straightforward. With no unnecessary complications.
Honestly, I kind of expected something like this, especially after seeing her status earlier.
If anything, it matched perfectly.
Being LOVERS didn't sound bad either. It actually sounded pretty appealing on paper. But this kind of arrangement had its own advantages.
"Are you sure about it being me, though?" I asked, just to be certain.
"It wouldn't feel right if it wasn't you," she replied without hesitation. "Well… I guess it's time for me to go," she said after a moment. "You should head back to the counter too. Leaving it unattended isn't exactly a great idea. If the manager finds out, we're both getting in trouble."
There was a slight teasing tone in her voice now.
Not too obvious, but definitely there.
It felt like she had gained a bit of confidence after everything that just happened. Not in an exaggerated way, just a subtle shift.
I didn't mind it.
Actually, I kind of liked it.
After she said goodbye and walked away, I stayed where I was for a moment.
I could still feel the lingering warmth of her body, like it hadn't completely left me yet.
It was weird.
In a good way.
Honestly, I felt like screaming.
Not out loud, obviously. I wasn't trying to get reported for losing my mind in the middle of work. But internally? Yeah, I was definitely freaking out a bit.
I had just had sex with basically one of the goddesses in our university.
Of course I was going to feel like some high school kid who just discovered sex for the first time. That kind of reaction was practically mandatory.
While I was still processing everything, my thoughts slowly drifted back to the system notifications I ignored earlier.
From what little I saw, everything seemed positive.
Still, that didn't mean I could afford to be careless.
If anything, this whole system required more thinking than I initially expected.
Every choice, every action, it all seemed to have some kind of effect.
And if I messed up?
Yeah, I had a feeling it wouldn't end well.
So even if things were going smoothly right now, I couldn't just rely on luck or instincts alone.
I needed to think things through.
Otherwise, I might end up making a mistake that blows up right in my face.
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CLARA
I had sex with Leon.
Now that I actually sit down and think about it properly, it really does feel kind of… stupid. Not completely stupid, but enough that I question myself a little.
Like, seriously, what was going on in my head at that moment? Was I really that perverted deep down? Enough to just go along with everything like that? And the things I said to him too… ugh, why did I say those things so easily?
It makes me want to bang my head against a wall and just erase that entire memory. Not even selectively. Just delete the whole thing and pretend it never happened.
But… if I'm being fair to myself, it wasn't all bad.
Actually, that's not even accurate. It wasn't bad at all.
If anything, it leaned way more toward the positive side.
Too much toward the positive side, honestly.
Yes, Leon and I had sex.
At first, it hurt. There's no point pretending it didn't. When he deflowered me, the pain was sharp and overwhelming. It felt like my body was being forced open in a way it wasn't ready for. For a moment, I genuinely thought I might not be able to handle it.
It felt like I was about to be torn in half.
But then… something changed.
After that initial moment, he became gentler. It was subtle at first, but I could feel it. The way he moved as well as the way he handled me, it was like he was trying to ease me through it instead of just pushing forward.
And slowly, the pain started fading.
Not all at once, but gradually. It softened, then lessened, until it wasn't the main thing I was feeling anymore.
Something else took its place.
Pleasure.
It slipped in so quietly that I didn't even realize when it started. One moment I was bracing myself, and the next… I was reacting in a completely different way.
Before I knew it, I was already moaning. Loudly, too.
Thinking about that now is… honestly humiliating.
What kind of face was I making back then?
Was I scrunching up? Was I looking stupid? Or worse, did I look completely lost in it?
And the things I was saying… I don't even want to remember. I probably said things I wouldn't even dare to think about normally.
Ugh. Just thinking about it again makes me want to hit my head against a wall. Repeatedly.
I really want to forget it.
But at the same time, there's no way I actually could.
That feeling… it's stuck with me.
Every part of it.
Even the moment when his penis broke through my hymen. The pain, the shock, that strange mix of discomfort and something else I couldn't name at the time. It's all still there in my memory, clear as ever.
And now, looking back at everything, I feel like I might have made a mistake with how I defined our relationship.
Calling us sex friends felt safe at the time. Like it created a boundary I could control.
But now… I don't know if that line makes sense anymore.
Because the truth is, I want more.
I want us to be something real. Like actual lovers. Boyfriend and girlfriend, something official, something that isn't just built on moments like that.
But for some reason, it still feels right to keep things where they are for now.
Like I need time.
Time to understand him better. Time to see who he really is outside of those moments. Time to figure out if what I'm feeling is actually real, or if it's just because everything is still fresh.
When I step back and think about it logically, it sounds insane.
I gave my virginity to someone I'm not even in a proper relationship with.
That alone should have been enough to stop me.
But… if I'm being honest with myself, I think I already have feelings for him.
And those feelings aren't staying still.
They're growing. Slowly, but definitely growing.
I want to confess to him.
I really do.
But then I think about the possibility that he might not feel the same way.
What if he doesn't want anything beyond what we already have?
Right now, with how things are, we're still close. We can talk, we can be around each other, and yes, we can even have that kind of physical closeness without overcomplicating things.
If I try to push it further and get rejected… I might lose even that.
And that thought alone is enough to make me hesitate.
So for now, I'll stay where I am.
I don't regret what happened.
If anything, I feel like… given enough time, this could naturally turn into something more.
Until then, I just want to enjoy whatever this is.
. . . . .
Although…
For some reason, I already feel like doing it again…