Wavering Resolve
Eroge come in every flavor imaginable. Some stay focused on the emotional side of a male and female lead finding each other. Others throw a much larger cast into the mix.
Among them, netorare games live and die on how the heroine slowly falls apart — how she drifts further and further from the male protagonist. Those scenes are everything.
The game I'd been dropped into started with two people who were already close, each harboring a quiet, unspoken pull toward the other:
Male protagonist (Lim Se-yeong) — Female protagonist (Park A-yeong)
It was a game about watching various outsiders worm their way between them and everything that followed. And the key mechanic was the pheromone parameter.
"There's no way to block the pheromones other men give off. So I have to cut down the ones coming from me."
It was a quantified measure of the pheromones released whenever the heroine and other men slipped into steamy events. In the game, that parameter simply let you track who she was having events with.
"If I catch a whiff of those pheromones, I might fall for it myself."
Pheromones ran both ways. A man's could spike my own lust — but if a man caught mine, it accelerated everything he did.
"In the game there were pheromone blockers that lowered the chance of events triggering, but…"
This was reality. No items like that existed here. All I could do was—
"Get used to dirty stimulation… so I pump out as little pheromone as possible…"
I couldn't stop men's pheromones, but if I lowered my own levels, the odds of encounter events with them should drop. That was the plan.
"I can hold out. Just stay focused to the end."
From here on, I was walking a tightrope. Looking at the love juices I'd already leaked earlier… once I started masturbating for real, keeping my reason intact wouldn't be easy.
"But with a body like this, even something like a butt-touch event could put me in danger."
I steeled myself against the future I could already see coming. Then I stood in front of the mirror and stripped.
A fully naked body. Tan lines from a swimsuit stood out clearly. Even though she'd quit competitive swimming, she'd kept at it hard enough that the swimsuit outline was burned into her skin.
"Even the tan lines are way too sexy…!"
A face tanned dark, but breasts so white they practically glowed. And pink nipples no man could resist. Every single feature felt engineered to seduce.
I poked a breast with my index finger. A pleasant resistance pushed back. Some women's breasts felt soft and floppy; others felt artificially hard.
These were neither. Just the right springy elasticity. The breast pleasantly shoved my finger back out.
"And the shape of these huge tits is actually…"
Watching AV, you sometimes saw big breasts that weren't shaped well. The ones people called "grandma tits" could kill the mood completely.
I cupped them with both hands and lifted. No sagging at all — the massive breasts resisted gravity and held a beautiful shape.
The longer I looked, the more my eyes were drawn to the pink nipples. The areolas were pink too, and just the right size. And whether from arousal or something else, the nipples were already rock-hard.
I flicked one lightly with a fingertip.
"Aah~♥"
A moan slipped out before I could stop it — it felt that good.
"Just touching them with a finger and it already feels this good."
I slowly trailed the hand that had been on my chest downward. These hands were rough from all the exercise. As they brushed over my soft body, a delicate tremor climbed up my spine.
Every time my fingertips grazed my lower belly and headed toward my crotch, my heartbeat picked up speed.
At the same time, I looked at my most private place through the mirror. A smoothly maintained pussy. Not a single hair — everything laid bare.
"Th-this is…"
My breath caught. It was nothing like what I'd only ever seen in videos. Too close. Too vivid.
"This is… mine?"
I bent my legs a little to get a better view. The moment I took the pose, shame washed over me.
But only for a second—
"…Holy shit."
Awe came first. The pink, tightly closed shape dug into my vision with raw explicitness.
"Th-this is way too lewd."
I hadn't even properly touched myself yet, and my body was already anticipating something. Like it was eagerly preparing to take something that wasn't even there.
"…Already like this?"
I carefully wiped away the love juices with my hand, then spread my index and thumb — a string of fluid stretched between them.
Sliiick~
I swallowed without meaning to. On a forbidden impulse, I leaned in and took a sniff.
"The smell is…?"
I carefully inhaled, but there was no particular scent.
And yet—
"…Why am I getting even hotter."
Heat spread from deep inside my body. Something invisible seemed to be filling the air.
"Is it… pheromones coming out?"
I hurriedly leaned my back against a cushion and spread my legs into an M-shape.
The mirror showed me even more explicitly now.
"…This is seriously dangerous."
My pussy came into clearer view. How aroused was I already? A little round thing was asserting its presence.
I reached out.
Tap—
The moment of contact.
A jolt—
"Hyaaah!! Aaaang~♥"
My hips bucked reflexively.
"Wait… what the hell was that…!"
My heart was hammering. Just a brush and my lower half clamped down hot and tight.
"This body… is seriously messed up…"
One more time — more deliberately this time.
Sliide—
"Haa… ah…♥"
The moan escaped, and I clapped a hand over my own mouth.
"…That was way too loud."
But I couldn't stop. My fingers naturally started exploring the place.
"Just a little… just checking…"
I carefully spread the tightly closed entrance. The glossy crimson flesh inside came into view.
What filled my eyes: the glistening scarlet inner flesh slick with love juices, a clitoris swollen from arousal. Juices were overflowing enough to start wetting the floor.
"Ah…"
No thoughts at all. Only the desire to take something into that flesh.
Before pushing a finger in, I slowly caressed the surrounding area. My fingertips were already glistening with juices.
"…Won't it hurt if I put it in?"
A moment of hesitation.
"No, just… a little…"
The instant I pushed my middle and ring fingers in—
"Euaat?!!!?!"
My whole body jerked hard.
But—
"Hyat~ Aaaang~♡"
There was no pain.
Instead—
"…Why… does it go in so easily…?"
The inner walls swallowed my fingers like they were taking them in. At the same time, the air in the room grew strangely heavy.
"…Pheromones… spreading…"
My breathing turned rough. But maybe because it had never been used before—
A throb—
"Euut…"
A delayed ache made my face scrunch up.
I hurriedly pulled my fingers out and took a deep breath. When I collected myself and looked in the mirror—
The me in the mirror already had glazed, unfocused eyes.
"I… I don't think I can hold out against this."
Sensation on a completely different level from when I was a man. And back then, once I came once, things settled down, but—
"Why… won't it calm down."
I'd already soaked the mirror, and yet I still felt hollow inside.
I bit my lip.
After a brief hesitation—
"Just one more time…"
Despite the hesitation, I ended up lying down on the bed.
"This time… I'm going all the way."
With one hand I grabbed a breast.
"…Yeah, right here…"
I pinched a nipple and electricity shot through me.
"Haaahk…!"
My breathing fell apart completely.
"A little more… harder…"
I muttered to myself, ramping up the stimulation. Searching for stronger pleasure, I pinched and flicked harder.
My body heated up fast.
"Haaahk~~"
Rough breaths came one after another as the feeling built.
Every so often I let out sounds I didn't even understand.
Down below already—
"…Wet again…?"
My crotch was sticking wetly to itself. I could feel the bed cover getting soaked.
"Ah…!"
My own moans turned me on. I pinched my nipples even rougher, and reason vanished.
"J-just a little more!"
I couldn't hold back anymore and pushed my fingers in again.
I forgot the ache from earlier. Nothing but rough fingerwork chasing pure pleasure.
Twitch— twitch—
My body contorted hard. Right after, as if responding to my fingers, a flood of juices erupted.
Psssh— psssh—
Intense pleasure surged all the way to the top of my head, and my hips bucked and arched like a bow.
But—
"…No…"
My breath trembled roughly.
"N-not enough…!!"
A low, beast-like voice leaked out.
"Not enough!! More!!!"
Instinctively I pushed my fingers deeper, but—
"…Why… can't I reach it…"
There was definitely a spot somewhere. A place that would end it if I just touched it.
"No! If I… if I keep going like this…!!"
I wasn't at the end yet, but my body hit its limit first.
Pssshiiii~~
Trickle~
My whole body went limp and I collapsed bonelessly onto the bed.
A few seconds. Or was it a few minutes.
"…Haa…"
Only rough breathing left.
But.
"I can't… reach it…"
The thirst still remained. A sensation that couldn't be filled alone.
"…Is it… not possible alone…"
I slowly closed my eyes and opened them again. As the excitement settled, the wrecked state of the room came into view.
I thought of myself thrashing around chasing the peak of pleasure — completely opposite of my resolve not to lose.
I looked around the room and muttered.
"First… I should air the place out."
I staggered toward the window.
I opened it, then stuffed the soaked blanket and bed cover into the washing machine and started it.
"Before anyone shows up…"
And then.
Ding-dong— ding-dong—
"…Huh?"
My heart dropped into my stomach.