Lost in a Sweet Dream

"You fucking disgusting pervert! D-do you even know who I am?"

Han Yuri spat the words at me as she yanked off her clothes and flung them aside.

The first thing to go was her top. She'd been wearing something close to a white blouse, the fabric stretched into a heavy swell by a chest far too large for it. What waited underneath was a pair of breasts wrapped in matching white cups, and the impulse to grab them right then and there hit me like a physical blow.

I muttered Confirm without hesitation. A Status Window bloomed into the air in front of me.

It sure spits out a lot of details.

Hold on — who the hell decided we were friends? What kind of "close friend" burns cigarettes into your arm and rakes claw marks into your skin?

Alright then... time you got a taste of every humiliation I had to swallow.

I reached for those tits. Han Yuri's whole body jerked. The height difference was so ridiculous I had to push up onto my toes just to reach her chest.

"You—! D-did you just grab my tits?"

"Yeah. Soft."

I gave them a few experimental pokes with my fingers. I couldn't really tell if they were soft like this. Then again, I was a lifelong virgin who'd never even been on a date. How the hell was I supposed to know how to touch a woman's breasts?

"Sit down here. You're too tall — I can't even reach. And why haven't you taken the skirt off?"

"Nngh!"

"When I tell you to, the underwear comes off too. You don't listen, I post it online."

Han Yuri sat down on the bed without another word, the same way I had a moment ago. She glared at me through those distinctive reptilian eyes and slid her skirt down in one slow, hissing motion.

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Special actions?

I'd have to experiment. I closed my hand around Han Yuri's breast and squeezed.

"Hiihk?!"

"What?"

"You son of a bitch... You can't just grab a girl's chest out of nowhere like that!"

I worked her breasts the way I'd seen it done in porn. They were startlingly white, and enormous — like reaching up and sinking my fingers into a cloud. I kept kneading that generous flesh, and I watched her eyes grow colder by the second. Was she getting pissed?

So that's what a special action is.

Sexual contact. In other words, if I sexually assaulted this woman, the number climbed on its own.

I had a pretty good idea what "submission" was supposed to mean. I just didn't expect the system to be this shameless about it.

I kneaded her left breast. She made that same weird little sound — hiihk! — and her body trembled. I switched to the right. No particular reason. This time she just flushed and didn't make a sound at all.

The left one's more sensitive.

I could be as clueless about women as I wanted. When the reactions were this night-and-day, even I could figure it out.

"Han Yuri. Take that cramped bra off too."

"You! You're gonna regret this!"

"Regret? Please. Just take it off already."

"You piece of shiiit..."

She hesitated. Standing naked in front of a man was, apparently, still a line she didn't want to cross. Fine. I'd do it myself. I grabbed the clasp behind her back and tore it apart. Fabric ripped with a wet, ugly sound, and the bra slithered off her shoulders.

Bare white breasts spilled into the open. Perched on top of them, small and prim, were a pair of pink nipples. I wanted them in my mouth. Any man alive would have stared.

Meaning I had to take this further. I was planning to anyway. I clamped one hand around her tit and patted the lush curve of her thigh with the other.

"Now the panties."

Han Yuri wavered. She shot me a look that could have drawn blood — and then hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled them down.

Pale, plump thighs. The same thighs every boy who'd ever had a crush on her had only ever been allowed to steal glances at — and now they were sitting right in front of me.

Maybe that was why my face felt like it was on fire. I wasn't the only one. Han Yuri's face had twisted up with shame.

"Hah... That body of yours is filthy no matter how many times I look at it. Walking around with a thing like that attached to you."

"You think you can pull this shit and just walk away? I'll tear you to pieces. I swear I will."

The Affection number just kept climbing. It was almost too easy. If building a relationship had always been this simple, I never would have had to suffer in the first place.

Okay, but if her Affection is going up this fast, why does she still look like she wants me dead?

I was starting to wonder if the number on that window was off by a full order of magnitude.

No. Trust the Status Window. You already know the skill works.

Thanks to Flirting Machine, I had gotten Han Yuri — a girl who normally radiated hostility at every living thing — into a locked room with me. The window wasn't lying. She was probably just hiding something.

"There, happy now?! I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠did everything you told me to. Now get the hell out!"

"We're nowhere near done."

"What...?"

I swallowed. From this moment on, I was going to make Han Yuri put her mouth on my cock.

That strong, terrifying Han Yuri, wrapping her lips around my dick. The sheer wrongness of it felt like it was going to melt my brain. Sweat ran down the inside of my clenched fists.

"From here on out, that filthy mouth of yours is going to wrap around my cock."

"Nngh! F-fuck you! I can't take this anymore! I'm just gonna kill youuuu!"

Ah. I'd poked the bear. But I didn't panic. Instead, I dropped my pants.

If I'm right... all I have to do is keep doing filthy things to Han Yuri, and she'll come running to me on her own. That Submission percentage isn't sitting there for decoration.

It was a gamble. A completely unfounded one. Which meant the odds were probably garbage.

Not that I could back down now. I'd already set her off. The only direction left was forward. Even if I walked out of this room in one piece, I was scheduled to die a painful death in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠two days anyway.

Sweat beaded along my spine. More of it rolled down my forehead, traced my jaw, and dripped off my chin. I tapped the top of my foot against the floor, over and over.

Jackpot.

The window that popped up settled every nerve in my body. Han Yuri, who a second ago had been unsheathing her claws to murder me, just stared at what I'd pulled out. She didn't say a word.

Okay, it really is huge...

A full seven and a half inches. The Korean average was supposed to be around four and a half, maybe five. A cock nearly three inches above average, jutting out into the open like that, was apparently enough to freeze even a girl as reckless as Han Yuri in her tracks.

I'm ridiculously short, but my cock is huge.

Whoever designed this body for me, they weren't exactly being subtle. Lure them in with a cute face, get them to drop their guard, then pin them down and fuck them into submission. That was the whole idea, wasn't it?

"Y-youuu! W-why the hell did you just pull that out?!"

"Why do you think? I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠already told you. I'm going to shove this down your throat."

"Don't be ridiculous! There's no way something like that would even fit in my mouth!"

"You don't want to?"

"Of course I don't want to!"

And yet Han Yuri stayed sitting neatly on the bed. If she really didn't want this, shouldn't she have already lunged across the room and killed me?

So this was what a climbing Submission score actually looked like.

Music to my ears. All I had to do was put it in.

I didn't waste another second. I brought my cock right up against Han Yuri's lips.