Hypnotic Masturbation

"Hehe... Then, Irina's...♡"

"Public masturbation...♡ begins...♡"

To Irina, it was a declaration as natural as breathing. Masturbation was something you did to show someone else, after all. Or more precisely, the commands from this blue window were absolute to her. If the System defined masturbation as something for display, then that became the world's truth and law.

Ahh, my body's already getting hot...♡

Under the hypnosis making her mind floaty and blank, Irina smiled dreamily. Just moments ago, she'd been trembling like a leaf under the covers, terrified her little sister Yuna might catch her—the cowardly 'big brother' was nowhere to be found now. All that lingered in her memory were the sweet, dizzying quests the System bestowed every night.

"Yeah...♡"

Irina's slender fingers touched the buttons at her chest. Several were already undone, revealing sweat-glistened white skin flushed pink through the gaping shirt. With each button released, her heavy breasts jiggled pleasurably, freed into the air. Feeling their thick, fleshy motion, Irina melted into an indescribable bliss.

So pretty... It's my body, but this feels so pervy...♡

"Hehe, of course."

Irina's fingers reached to flip aside the last shirt flap covering her breasts.

...Huh?

Suddenly, her fingers froze stiff in midair. She tilted her head, trying to move them again, but they only trembled faintly without budging. Her brain screamed to undress, but it felt like muscles and nerves imprinted with 'male' were desperately resisting.

Why won't it move? I need to show it quick...

Anxiety surged through Irina. Disobeying the System's command would mean terrifying 'punishment time.' Of course, she truly loved that punishment. She looked forward to what harsh, sweet penalty awaited each day, even failing quests on purpose sometimes. But that was always her own 'choice.' Her body locking up against her will was unplanned.

"...Ah♡"

The System's words were absolute, as always. Fingers that hadn't twitched until now moved smoothly the instant 'debt' hit her eardrums. Whoosh—the last defense, the shirt, fell limply to the floor. Completely naked, Irina's luscious breasts were fully exposed to the air. Pink areolas and proud nipples filled her vision. Already aroused, the nipples stood stiff, quivering faintly.

...Embarrassing. But it feels good.

Wrapped in inexplicable shame, Irina shyly crossed her arms to cover her chest a bit. The more she tried, the softer flesh pushed back against her forearms, whitening her mind further.

Why am I like this... It feels just like my first time masturbating...

It was a familiar nightly routine, yet today even touching felt cautious and trembly, an odd sensation dominating her body. Hypnosis? System trickery? Without a doubt, she just giggled, innocently delighted as if returned to her pure youth.

"Ah! Right... Today's virgin play day...♡"

Irina's heart fluttered happily. Her mind filled with the thrill of the System's praise. Thoughts spun solely toward obedience: what pose to use this lewd body in to make the System happy?

"Ah... Just the breasts...?"

Irina pouted disappointingly, despite shyly fitting the 'virgin' role. The System's 'breast-only' line teased her maddeningly. But she nodded, cautiously sliding her hands under her breasts.

"Yeah...♡ Irina will do her best...♡"

Resolved, she slowly raised her trembling fingers. But once extended, uncertainty blocked her. A nightly habit, yet her 'male' knowledge offered no clue how to handle this vivid flesh.

Male...?

A fleeting unfamiliar word surfaced. But it washed away like debris in a stream. Such stale dissonance meant nothing to her now.

...What do I do? How do you masturbate breasts again?

Irina gazed at the blue window with teary eyes, like a pubescent girl starting masturbation—fear and irrepressible anticipation in her gaze.

Ding-!

A detailed System guide popped up like a window.

"Ah... Yeah♡"

Following instructions, Irina carefully slid both hands under her breasts. Palms filled with heavy, soft texture and radiating warmth.

Were my breasts... always this warm?

Astounded by the novelty, she lifted slightly—her shoulders twitched as the breasts wobbled, form collapsing.

"Haa... So heavy..."

Releasing one hand, she cautiously brought her thumb near the areola.

"Eut..."

Cold fingertip met feverish breast; a short moan escaped. Focusing every nerve on her trembling tip, she slowly circled the areola as guided.

"Nng, eut... Haa."

Her aroused moans shattered the silence, filling the room. Just areola teasing, yet unstoppable leaks persisted.

Ah... Hypnosis...? What's that... Haa♡

Her mind melted along the circling fingers. No questions—just total focus on the rising pleasure.

As directed, her finger drew toward the center like a magnet. Taut resistance from the swollen nipple met her tip. Slight pressure sent shivers up her spine to her brain—eyes rolled back.

"Ah, aaaang!! It, it feels weird...! Hurts, but all tingly...♡"

Shocked by her own scream-like moan, Irina shuddered. A sharp, sweet pain only a 'woman' could feel—unimaginable as a man. Intense flashes whited out her vision, surging through her slender frame.

"Huh? Soaked...? What...?"

Dazed by pleasure, Irina questioned hazily, looking down. The sheet was drenched in unnamed fluid. A musky-sweet scent tickled her nose, unleashing pent-up sensations.

Gush-!

"Hngut?!"

Once aware, hot liquid surged, streaming down her thighs.

"Ah, yeah... Hngut, like this...?"

Squish, squelch—entranced, Irina pressed her huge breasts together. Slender fingers sank deep into plush flesh; warm, sweaty cleavage met in a forced valley.

"Eek, haauk! Haaah... Nngut...!!"

Each sharp nail graze on erect nipples arched her back like a bow. Just breast play overloaded her mind—sweat trailed cleavage, soaking sheets further, but she sobbed drunk on the jiggling weight under her palms.

"Hngp! Haaat... Eek... Eut... Haaauk...!"

Drip—love juices gushed from below like a flood. Sheets slick with sweat and nectar, but no hindrance to Irina.

"Haa...! Eut, hngp...!"

Somewhere inside, she desperately tried holding back moans, but her mouth betrayed her, spilling vulgar cries freely. Endless nipple torment heated her like a furnace. Nerves fired wildly; her body convulsed.

"Haaaaah...!!! Some, something's... Hngut... Unknown thing's... Eut, haa...!!"

Terror and ecstasy at the brink of a crumbling dam. The System whispered slyly.

"C-cumming...? Wha, haaaaauk...! What...is that...? ♡"

Eyes rolled back, staring blankly, Irina crushed her breasts. Amid brain-melting heat, only the System's voice pierced.

Her trembling fingers gripped the rigid nipples. Hesitate— they spasmed faintly, halting. Perhaps a final instinct. Though not rational, the core fear from male days—or last self-fragment—sensed danger, braking.

But the coursing pleasure was a vicious spell melting even that. Bed a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mess, her mind craved only 'climax.'

"Haa, ah... Nng...♡"

Resistance crumbled; fingers clenched. Self-doom chosen, she twisted her nipples viciously.

"A."

A brief death rattle.

"Haaaaaaaah────!!! ♡♡♡♡!!!!"

Every muscle bowed taut like a bow, convulsing. Vision drowned in white flash; from her lips burst a vulgar, crystalline scream unbelievable as human. Squirt—!!! Her lower body sprayed love juices like a water gun toward the ceiling. Contracting vaginal muscles clenched empty air, seeking phantom fullness. Climax stretched dozens of seconds. Eyes unfocused, staring nowhere, she lost consciousness like a burned-out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠circuit, collapsing onto the bed.