Touch of Pleasure

-Splurt

"Eek!!"

My cock plunged into her sopping wet pussy.

There was a bit of resistance at first, but with a firm thrust, it sank all the way to the hilt, completely swallowed up.

Lee Ji-ah's insides writhed and clenched around my dick, squeezing it tight.

"Eek! Haa… good! So good! Haaang!!"

"Ngh! Loosen up a bit!"

"Haaang! Hngh! Uh… sob!"

Lee Ji-ah didn't seem to hear me at all, just letting out moans.

Even as she did, her legs hooked around my waist, locking me in place so I couldn't pull out.

Come to think of it, things got weird after my right hand touched her.

I grabbed one of her jiggling breasts hard as I moved, matching my rhythm.

"Haaaaaaaang!!!!"

-Splurt, spuuuurt!

The moment my hand touched her, Lee Ji-ah's legs unhooked from my waist, shooting straight up toward the sky as she squirted everywhere.

Her pussy contracted fiercely, clamping down on my cock.

"Urk!"

I couldn't hold back from the stimulation and ended up shooting my load deep inside her.

After ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ejaculating, I pulled out my softening dick and took in the sight of Lee Ji-ah.

Her face was a mess of ecstasy, tears, and drool—nothing like her first impression.

Her clothes were scattered, buttons all torn off, and my handprints were stark on her breasts.

Her pussy, which had climaxed countless times, twitched and gushed out a mix of semen, juices, and blood.

…

It was a hot scene, but worry overrode the arousal.

I'd just assaulted a girl I'd met for the first time today.

Sure, she came onto me first, but that wasn't the point in this situation.

Was it because of this pattern on the back of my hand?

Staring at the glowing pattern on my right hand brought up a translucent window.

Yep. This guy's the culprit.

I lightly touched the pattern, and the glow dimmed. Touching it again brightened it.

Seemed like it had an ON/OFF switch.

Would've been nicer if it was hypnosis or enslavement…

Actually, this might be even better.

If I activate it sneakily without getting caught, touch her to make her horny…!

And below that, question marks up to number 12. Meant there was room to grow.

Future plans were for later. Right now, I had to clean up this mess.

Luckily no one passed by, but if anyone did now, my life was over.

I finally got a chance to enjoy life—I couldn't let it end like this.

Could I really enjoy life…?

I shoved aside the creeping negative thoughts.

Of course I could. That's what this game was for.

Using only my left hand, I roughly covered Lee Ji-ah with her clothes.

I fixed her panties, which I'd pushed aside for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠insertion, and smoothed her skirt over them.

Since I was gonna carry her anyway, no need to button her top.

Blood rushed to my dick again in the process…

But now wasn't the time.

After carrying Lee Ji-ah for a while, stumbling along, I finally reached the dorms.

Purely for player convenience, all dorms were single rooms.

I wanted to take her to her dorm, but getting into the women's dorm would be tough, so I brought her to my assigned room.

Showing up on the first day of enrollment carrying an unconscious girl with disheveled clothes to the women's dorm?

I might get kicked out of Prism on the spot.

"Nngh… where…?"

I took her to the bathroom to wash off the sticky mess, stripped her again, and sprayed her with water. That's when Lee Ji-ah woke up.

She shook her head in confusion, then our eyes met.

"Kyaa!"

"Sorry!"

The second our eyes locked, I bolted out of the shower.

Water sounds started up as she washed alone.

Lee Ji-ah and I sat facing each other.

I was kneeling depending on the mood, while she stared into space with an unreadable expression.

After a long silence, Lee Ji-ah spoke.

"Um…"

"I'm sorry!"

I reflexively apologized and bowed my head.

Lee Ji-ah fell silent again.

Just as visions of being dragged off by police filled my head, she spoke up.

"Do-jun, you don't need to apologize. I just suddenly felt weird…"

"Huh?"

"The moment your hand touched me, I felt strange. Did you do something?"

"Uh… no?"

With that, Lee Ji-ah cautiously reached out to my hand.

Her finger touched mine, and nothing happened.

She pulled back, relieved, and said,

"No way you'd have such a convenient power. It must've been me acting weird."

I looked up to see her wearing a sorry expression.

I'd enjoyed it too, so she didn't need to apologize…

Her reaction made me feel a pang of guilt for lying on impulse.

"Then let's pretend today never happened. I'll head out."

"Yeah. Take care…"

Lee Ji-ah left my dorm without any lingering attachment.

I wanted to stop her, but given what I'd done, I couldn't bring myself to.

'A power that arouses anyone it touches.'

The ability I gained upon possessing this smut game.

How should I use it?

From using it on Lee Ji-ah, it made her go absolutely feral with lust.

But after sex, no emotional changes—she seemed fine.

Did I have to put in the work myself to get close?

It was perfect for a one-and-done fuck and dump. No need to overthink.

But I preferred the conquest, properly seducing and then banging.

With all the question marks in my abilities, there was plenty to look forward to.

For now, tinkering didn't reveal more functions.

Only the arousal effect and ON/OFF switch.

Still, this was better than nothing.

Way better.

I opened the window and looked outside.

True to the smut game, groups of gorgeous girls everywhere.

A few guys dotted around like beans in a drought, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I had zero interest.

I dreaded to think what would happen if Touch of Pleasure accidentally touched one.

I scanned for familiar characters, but the crowd was too dense to spot any.

Evening came, so I headed to the cadet cafeteria.

Prism had a university vibe overall, but weird auxiliary facilities popped up now and then.

The cadet cafeteria was basically a free cafeteria.

Besides the free one, there were paid options at various price points.

Why a cafeteria in a university-like place? Anyway, free food—no complaints.

"Ah…"

"Ah…"

Shouldn't have come.

I bumped into Lee Ji-ah, tray in hand, searching for a seat.

"…"

"…"

Silence hung over the table.

No seats available, so we had to share the cramped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠table.

I wished she'd say something, but obviously she felt the same.

"Um…"

"Um…"

"Ah, you first."

"No, you."

Her tray had barely any food.

Made sense. She'd lost control and thrown herself at a guy she just met—must be rattled.

"First off, sorry again for what happened today."

"It's fine. No need to bring it up again."

"No, I can't just leave it like that. I'll take responsibility."

"Huh?!"

Lee Ji-ah looked shocked.

Was "taking responsibility" that surprising?

Of course, I didn't plan to stick with just her.

But ditching my first lay felt wrong.

Last shred of conscience.

"If you don't want to, just say no."

"But we just met…"

"We can take it slow, get to know each other."

"Um… I…"

She didn't seem outright against it—good sign.

After fidgeting forever, Lee Ji-ah finally spoke.

"How about… starting as friends?"

And so, on my first day trapped in the game, I made my first friend.

"Well, I'll be going then…"

"Yeah. Take care."

We parted at the fork between men's and women's dorms.

The distance between us still felt awkward.

But hanging out more should fix that, right?

Even playing Prism Arts tons, I'd never heard of friends-after-fuck.

Not that it'd be possible in reality anyway.

My chest tickled with excitement for some reason.

I finalized my classes: Basic Magic and Understanding Other Races.

With my ability full of question marks, I needed variety, but it felt magic-related, so basic magic it was.

Lee Ji-ah signed up for the same classes too.

Part of getting closer.

Hanging out would make us tight eventually.

From experience, that's how friends happen.

You don't remember why, but suddenly you're always together.

Of course, no prior experience in this exact situation, so who knows.

"Uh… hi?"

"Ah, yeah."

So this awkwardness was par for the course.

We were walking around inside Prism.

No real destination, just killing time.

Waste of time? Wonder what she thought.

I glanced at Lee Ji-ah—she was staring right at me.

Our eyes met, and she awkwardly looked away.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

…Awkward.

Is this right? The thought kept nagging.

Our relationship started off all wrong. Should I just quit…?

Lost in thought, Lee Ji-ah stopped me.

"Um, Do-jun?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna check that out?"

"Oh…"

We were right in the thick of Hero Association propaganda.

Specifically, an exhibition showcasing their achievements to date. Mixed with magic, it was surprisingly engaging.

No—beyond engaging.

If I'd come in blind, I'd be praising the Hero Association non-stop.

We were barely past the entrance, and it was already this intense.

Even I, knowing the truth, was impressed despite myself. Without resistance…

"The Hero Association is amazing. Active in so many fields…"

She fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

It was built for that purpose, sure, but I hadn't expected her to buy in so easily.

Pitying her gaze, I realized something.

Not brainwashing reevaluation.

I could gain something here.

The exhibition detailed the Hero Association's "good" deeds—what they'd actually done.

Meaning, I could learn this game's history through it,

and figure out what mods were applied!