Do I Really Have to Train Her?
Sighing deeply in frustration, I stared at the woman sitting in front of me.
On the surface, she looked just like Eunha, but deep down, she was a completely different person. Eunha would never act like this in the first place. If it had been her, she would've spat a stream of thick curses right in my face without hesitation. In that sense, this woman wasn't Eunha at all.
I had no idea who had dragged me here, but it seemed their investigation was incomplete.
...Stay calm.
Forcing my trembling heart to settle, I examined the five options floating on the screen.
Just looking at the words made it obvious what they meant. Pleasure probably involved teasing her with something like the vibrator or rotor I'd seen earlier. Service had to be about making her serve me. And Pain was, well...
...SM play, huh.
Training by whipping her? It was a sexual kink that made no sense to someone as perfectly normal as me.
Anyway, I moved on. Shame definitely meant sexually humiliating her—like outdoor exposure or something. But every direction I looked, there were only solid walls, so escaping seemed impossible. I wasn't even sure where the exit was. When I'd first arrived, the only doors in sight were labeled from 1 to 10.
Grinding my teeth, I turned my gaze to the last one.
Anal...
I didn't even want to imagine it.
Having surveyed the five options, I looked back at the woman.
She looks so damn much like her.
The more I stared, the more she resembled Eunha perfectly. An indescribable guilt gnawed at me.
But that lasted only a moment. I steeled myself. If the notification on the screen earlier was real, I had to raise at least one training level by a stage to get out of here.
Taking a slow, deep breath, I selected Pleasure. It would've been nice if it played out automatically like a game, but no such luck—nothing changed. Instead, the screen displayed:
Stage 0, 0%
So I have to do it myself.
Grinding my teeth again, I turned my eyes to the woman. No choice but to steadily raise the pleasure stat past 1% and get out.
"Ah, m-mister...?"
Sensing my gaze shift, she called out to me, her lips trembling.
I wanted to say something reassuring, but she looked too much like Eunha, and the words stuck in my throat. My mistake. Shouldn't have picked someone I know! If I'd known it was this kind of damn game, I'd have chosen a total stranger. But it was too late for regrets now.
Steeling myself, I reached out toward her.
"N-No, don't!!"
The moment my hand touched her breast, she screamed loudly and twisted her body wildly. But with her arms and legs firmly bound to the chair, she couldn't escape my grasp.
"P-Please let me go! This is a crime... so please...!"
Her sobbing voice hammered at my chest.
"...Mom, Dad... waaah, sob!"
Mad guilt crushed me. I'm not doing this because I want to! I wanted to protest, but I couldn't bring myself to. To anyone watching, it looked like I was the one who'd kidnapped and was assaulting her.
...Shouldn't have worn the mask.
If I'd known, I'd have shown my face from the start and explained. But it was far too late now.
Just finish it quick.
Resolving myself, I gripped her breast firmly in my palm.
"Hyah!"
A sharp scream echoed through the room. Her body jerked violently, but the restraints held her fast. Confirming that, I groped her breast more boldly.
"Nngh, eek..."
She clamped her lips shut, desperately holding back any sound. Tears dripped down, stabbing at my heart, but to free her and end this, I had no choice.
Sorry.
Apologizing inwardly, I caressed her breasts a few times. She whimpered and turned her head away.
In the meantime, I lifted my smartphone in my left hand to check the progress.
...It's going up!
Stage 0, 1%
Incredibly, the screen now showed Stage 0, 1%. What I was doing was working.
Confirmed, I pushed further, unbuttoning her top and stripping off her bra.
"Eek!"
Then, I pinched and tugged at her pink nipple with my fingertips.
"...Hiiik!"
Another sharp scream burst out. At the same time, the nipple under my fingers felt a bit firmer. Was she actually feeling it? I glanced at her face, but she showed no sign—just crying, disgusted, in pain.
But...
Directly fondling her bare breasts had jumped the stat from 1% to 4%. Exposing her body and touching directly seemed far more effective. Simple enough.
Stage 0, 4%
"Hic, eek."
Now grasping the basics, I pocketed my phone and focused on caressing her breasts.
Man, these tits... they're pretty big.
Hidden under her baggy clothes, I'd assumed they were small, but they had surprising volume. Her areolas were just the right size too—way better than my ex-girlfriend's.
...Wonder if Eunha's are this good?
For a split second, I overlapped her with Eunha. Shaking my head sharply, I banished the thought. Thinking of that brat in this situation? Ridiculous.
Focus.
Eager to wrap this up, I concentrated on her breasts.
"Ngh, eek..."
Gently scratching the tip of her nipple with my finger, a thin moan escaped her lips—she was embarrassed.
She's feeling this one, at least.
Curious, I slid my left hand to her lower abdomen while my right kept working her breast.
"W-Wait... where? Hyah! No...!!"
As I slipped my hand between her legs, a voice laced with despair leaked from her lips. Her face twisted in disgust and terror, tears streaming nonstop.
Don't cry, please.
I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. I was rushing to end it quickly, but she was misreading my intentions.
...Hurry up and finish. Hurry.
Thinking that, I slipped my hand inside her pants, gently stroking the smooth fabric of her panties with my fingertips. She gasped "Eek!" and arched her back stiffly. From her reaction, she was definitely feeling my touch.
She's a virgin, huh.
Classic virgin response—unfamiliar, embarrassed... humiliated.
"S-Stop... please, just stop!"
Her tearful voice grabbed my wrist again. But I didn't stop. Instead, I pushed her panties aside and caressed her bare pussy directly.