Ravaging the Shrine Maiden and Prepping for Doomsday

Even I had to admit it looked grotesque—the monstrous cock finally revealed. Seeing the transformed beast I'd poured my blood and sweat into, I felt a swell of pride. Nah, truth be told, it still creeped me the fuck out since I wasn't used to it yet. Imagine your lifelong buddy suddenly turning into a monster.

'Fucking gross.'

My mutter made it twitch rebelliously, like it was protesting. "Eek!" The Miko, who'd been sneakily peeking back out of curiosity about its size, let out a shrill scream and bowed her head. She put on this show of shame, but her posture was turning downright slutty. Gripping the bath railing, she arched her back and subtly thrust out her ass.

'Goddamn, who programmed this ya-game character?'

While I was lost in thought for a second, she even started swaying her hips seductively. No more delays. I grabbed her perfectly presented ass cheeks, spread them wide, and pressed my glans against her pussy entrance. As I teased it back and forth, she shuddered, her tension palpable through the heavy wetness seeping from her folds.

"Miko, you want this cock?"

"Hngh... hah... yes!"

"Speak properly. Yes?"

I traced my fingers along her sculpted body from her wing bones down her tensed muscles, and a gush of juices squirted out. Sweat beaded on her skin alongside it. She was the picture of depravity—fantasizing and creaming herself all alone. No wonder she ended up getting raped. As I nudged her labia apart with my tip, her aroused moans started spilling out.

"Haah... hah... hek!"

The sight of her disheveled state stirred something base in me, and hot breaths escaped my lips. "C-cock... please..."

Watching her babble like that dredged up old memories. How much stress had I endured finishing first and second-year training? Even simple blind dates ghosted me over military service. Fucking bitches.

"Here! Hngh...! Urgh...!"

The moment she opened her mouth, I slammed my cock in to the hilt. The sensation of plowing through her walls gave way to the alien grip of her cervix kissing my glans, her shock rippling back as a tight squeeze around my shaft. Sure, her lore said she'd been with plenty of guys, but what did that mean? Earthworms or vipers at best. Hell, even a python would look cute next to mine.

'What python's this bumpy, veiny freak? Fuck.'

Gauging its unfamiliar length, I pulled back fully, then thrust again, my glans scraping her walls raw. Pleasure shot up my spine as a warm trickle ran down my thighs—her juices turning into full-on squirting.

"Hurgh...!"

I hooked her shoulders and started pistoning wildly. No need for love or care with a tutorial side character. She was just a living fleshlight. Plap! Thwack! Thud! Her waist jerked with the meaty slaps and my brutal rhythm, but who gave a shit? I gripped her tighter and drove my hips upward.

"Haaang...! Hak! Haaahng!"

Her pussy gnawed at my cock in ecstatic screams amid her moans of pleasure-pain. The symphony of her cries in my ears, the wet smacks of our flesh, and the writhing walls formed a perfect trio. Curious about her face, I turned her head—her lolled-out pink tongue drooling spit in invitation. Deep male satisfaction surged; I crushed my lips to hers and sucked it in.

Slurp! Schlop! Teasing her gums and pushing saliva in playfully, her shameless gulps made blood rush harder to my groin. Plap! Thwack! Plap! Contrary to her succubus rep, her walls were springy tight, sucking me in and greeting every withdrawal like a custom condom molded to her pussy. Grinning at the lewd sight below, I shook my hips madly. Even as her moon-round ass rippled with impacts, her disheveled robes clinging precariously added a thrilling edge. I groped her bouncy tits once, slammed up while licking her spine twice, kneading her freely in my frenzy. Pushing my Awakener body to the limit, her mouth unleashed endless moans—screams or cheers, who knew.

Her pussy must feel like it was on fire by now. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Visuals, sounds, and that cervix begging for cum against my glans. Her pained-ecstatic face lied; her body was honest. Was I extra hyped from raw sex after so long?

"Gonna cum inside, so handle it. Got it?"

"Hngh...! Insi... haaang...!"

Ignoring her head-shake amid her peak, I buried to the root and unleashed. Spurt! Splurt! Semen flooded her womb seamlessly, then refluxed along her convulsing walls. Felt quick from all the pent-up stress, but no time to dawdle. I'd already claimed her; prep and come back later.

Drip. Pulling out slowly, cum trailed down her thighs. Legs splayed and quivering, leaking endlessly—I tamped down rising lust, wiped my cock with a nearby towel.

"Heeek... hek! Heuk...!"

"Clean up good... I'll drop by to fuck you sometimes."

"Heuu... y-yes, yes!"

She seemed hooked, prioritizing my creampie as an afterthought while panting her assent.

'Post-apoc, if she doesn't get zombied, maybe keep her as a pet.'

Tossing the towel, I fixed my pants and left the shrine.

+++

"Hoo... fuck, this is life."

The Miko was hot enough for a tutorial beauty. In reality, even as an Awakener, banging her would've cost a fortune and effort.

'But here? Free real estate.'

Recalling her ass rippling with my thrusts made my cock twitch. She loved it, so evening revisit? Fiddling my pants, I strolled to the nearby mart. Loot first, fuck later. Planning idly, I hit the big supermarket. Weekday daytime meant it was dead quiet.

'Act normal, inventory the big stuff.'

I pushed a cart leisurely—bulky items in cart, small ones to inventory. Guards eyed my loitering suspiciously, but I ignored them, swiping away.

'Duplicates don't stack?'

Exploiting inventory fully revealed perks; I swept shelves clean. Soon stuffed, I headed to checkout. Handed items to the cashier scanning diligently, paid with my wallet card, requested delivery to Takeru's address on his ID. Guardsman approached, feigning helpfulness to peek my bags.

'Dumb fuck. Heh.'

Stolen goods safe in inventory. Thanked him with a grin, passed sensors—his puzzled retard face cracked me up. Classic dumb NPC.

+++

Bzzz! En route home, vibrations from the dead guy's phone. Messages.

'Ah, right on schedule.'

'Tokyo in Apocalypse' storyline: Tokyo survival tutorial leading to Kyoto. Player meets heroine, apocalypse hits—cliché looting and clashes follow. Protagonist joins heroine's faction in Kyoto. Heroine is key—and random. Sales gimmick: cop chief's daughter (police route), yakuza daughter (yakuza), or civilian (hard mode for masochists/rerollers). Each ties to late-game factions.

This event decides my fucktoy and base.

'Not the civilian, fuck.'

I hustled back to the mansion.

+++

Home, I pulled Takeru's corpse, unlocked phone, checked message.

'Kanzaki clan—Yakuza route.'

Civilian sucks stats/mentality—hard mode. Others even. Yakuza heroine slimmer, hotter Japanese beauty vibe. I replied as Takeru with my current address.

'Farm till then.'

Got ya-game ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠powers, ID'd heroine. Chill till apocalypse.

+++

Days blurred: mornings looting marts, afternoons shrine-fucking Miko. She even cooked dinners—hooked hard. Felt looser though... constant pounding wore her out. Tutorial NPC limits. Soon my personal cocksleeve arrives; endure till then.

Thrill binge flew by—doomsday dawned. Main story: modern weapons fail, need zombie-killers. All else prepped.

+++

Dizziness passed; I shook my head at the sequential alerts. Game-like generosity at launch. Stored linkage ticket, tore random skill ticket.

'Straight ripped the system wholesale.'

Amused resignation. Profit's profit. Flashy effects later:

Skin tightened; I nodded. Body defense huge for Awakeners. Imagining tanking monster hits barehanded? Hilarious. With stats? Monster mode. Tested points on strength—1 deducted, up it went.

'1 point = 1 stat?'

Muscles surged; hit 20 per stat at 1 each, next cost jumped to 5. Points low, no need more.

'Even 'em at 20, check skills.'

All 20: dantian mana swelled, electric thrill everywhere—hot breath escaped.

'No wonder 1st-years are bugs.'

Steady breaths; eyed remaining points. Reinforce skills over stats. Character sheet: Incubus and Iron Man. Instinct picked Incubus.

Few days Miko-fucking lacked ya-game dominance sans sex tech—unsatisfying. Heroine soon anyway.

Dumped 60 points: Master Incubus.

'Insane ya-game power.'

Metamorphic shift post-upgrade thrilled me. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Pregnancy/sensitivity standard. Nodded, checked sofa phone. Group chat still buzzing my 2nd Awakening.

'3 days frozen time? Abuse freely.'

No agro—report Iron Man. Incubus off-limits.

'Public? Instant ankle monitor. Fuck.'

Showered, changed to training clothes, headed out.