48. Ranfang (1)
48. Ranfang (1)
I'm in?
Pitch black from wall to wall.
First things first: slap on Night Vision so my eyes actually work.
The room layout was familiar.
Not identical, but close to Na Hee-yeon's. Probably the standard women's dorm floor plan, since nobody around here seemed big on interior decorating.
Which meant Hye-yong had successfully breached Lanfang's inner world.
"Sssss...."
A soft breath slipped in, tickling his ear.
The rhythm was steady.
She was in her own bed this time, not crammed into a tent with the others, and it showed. Out cold, sleeping deeper than he'd expected. Almost made him feel guilty about what he was planning. But doing this without waking her...
Wait.
He stopped mid-thought.
Couldn't he just do the whole thing without waking her at all?
Yeah. If she stays under, I can take my time. Zero resistance.
Obvious, really. Buffs worked perfectly fine on a sleeping target.
[ Deep Sleep ]
Level 10 Deep Sleep effect
Hye-yong whipped up a new buff and cast it on the sleeping Lanfang.
"Mmm... hmm... hrmm."
She shifted a little when the buff landed, then went so still he half-wondered if she'd died. Her chest rose and fell. That was it. Not a twitch. Not a flutter. Actually, genuinely deep asleep.
She's seriously conked out.
He figured he could get away with a lot of groping—like, a lot—before she'd notice anything.
Hye-yong edged up beside the bed and peeled back the blanket she'd wrapped herself in.
Frilly pajamas. That tracked with her taste.
He rested a hand on her stomach, watching her vitals carefully.
Zero reaction.
Monitoring the response in real time, he popped the pajama buttons open and spread them wide. Underneath: a thin white T-shirt.
No bra when she slept. Naturally. The peaks of her breasts and nipples showed clearly through the fabric, every contour visible.
An unconscious, utterly defenseless female body right there in front of him. Hye-yong swallowed hard.
He started with the chest, touching carefully, gauging her responses.
Just touching and stroking got him basically nothing. The Deep Sleep buff was holding up nicely.
Next he pushed up the T-shirt, baring her upper body completely.
A little smaller than Na Hee-yeon's, but noticeably larger than the other party members'. Solid.
What is that, a C? D? Feels bigger than a C. I dunno.
Hye-yong was absolutely clueless about bra sizes, but he was happy to render his expert judgment regardless.
He reached out with both hands, cupped Lanfang's breasts, and started kneading. Soft, yielding texture. No reaction, no matter how much he helped himself.
He zeroed in on the nipples—flicking, pinching. They firmed up under his fingers, but the rest of her didn't so much as twitch. The sheer lack of response stoked something competitive in him, so he decided to keep going.
He toyed with the now-hardened nipples, rubbing, rolling, pinching with his nails—cycling through everything his fingers could do.
"Mm...."
Persistence paid off. A reaction at last.
A tiny moan escaped her as she turned her head.
Hye-yong flinched and yanked his hands back.
Okay. That's... kind of a thrill.
He could have forced her deeper into sleep, but he chose not to. That tightrope—the constant risk she might wake up—was way more exciting.
Besides, he'd come here planning to wake her anyway. Leaving a little game-like tension in the mix felt right.
Hm. Would be nice if I could run this like an actual eroge.
This was an inner world. He could whip up buffs that made no logical sense, or stuff that broke the normal framework altogether.
Hye-yong dredged up the system from the Sleep Sex Mode he'd once built into the modpack and crafted a new buff.
[ Sleep Measurement ]
Displays the designated target's sleep depth as a visible message value.
100 = complete deep sleep; 0 = high probability of waking.
Will that do it?
He cast the buff and looked at Lanfang.
[ Sleep Depth: 95 ]
Damn. Inner worlds really let you do anything, huh?
Hye-yong had tried this kind of buff before—back in reality, trying to gauge affection levels. But the cost framework rejected it, or the concept refused to coalesce. The Buff Custom skill seemed to have hard boundaries: step outside the mold of a "normal" shared buff—stat boosts, shields, that kind of thing—and the cost spiked like crazy.
But here, this kind of thing can work, right?
[ Arousal Measurement ]
Displays the designated target's arousal level as a visible message value.
100 = right on the edge of climax; 0 = completely calm.
He cast this one too and checked Lanfang.
[ Sleep Depth: 97 ]
[ Arousal Level: 3 ]
Performance confirmed.
While he was at it, might as well check a few more things.
[ Resentment Measurement ]
Displays the designated target's resentment toward the caster as a visible message value.
100 = wants to stab you to death with a knife; 0 = doesn't dislike you.
[ Resentment: 48 ]
Forty-eight...? Way short of stab-me-to-death territory. What, would I need to flat-out rape her to fill that bar?
He tried another.
[ Depression Measurement ]
Displays the designated target's depression level as a visible message value.
100 = seriously considering suicide; 0 = not depressed.
[ Depression: 51 ]
If 100 is "seriously considering suicide"... is that high?
Either way, he had to be careful. Sure, Lanfang was Chinese and she'd pulled some underhanded crap, but none of it was remotely worth dying over. Hye-yong was currently in the middle of enthusiastically tormenting her, yes, but he didn't actually want her to suffer beyond what was necessary. Contradictory? Sure. Living with contradictions was just... yeah, never mind.
His feelings about her were complicated anyway. At first he'd been pissed off enough to slap her four times round-trip across the face, but at this point things had gotten a little ambiguous. Because honestly? Wasn't she cute? A little dim. Personality mildly frustrating. But for Hye-yong that somehow tipped over into bonus points. Watching her shuffle around all wilted and dejected, steps heavy... it stirred something weird in him. He didn't want to see her kill herself.
This world might be built out of a game and a novel's setting, but Lanfang wasn't some AI. So. He'd keep an eye on her depression level regularly. If it got worse, he'd stop the torment and be nice to her. Let her know the world was still worth living in.
Right. Delete Resentment and Depression measurements for now... and let's get this started for real.
[ Caress Skill Proficiency ]
Increases Female Caress Proficiency by 5 levels.
Self-cast only.
And toss one on Lanfang, too.
[ Pleasure Amplification ]
All sexual pleasure amplified by 3 levels.
Exclusive to Rian Pang.
He wasn't totally sure if "just increasing sexual pleasure" counted as a buff, but in an inner world he didn't have to worry about the fine print.
Cost is getting tight, but stacking too much right from the start isn't good either. We'll stop here.
Hye-yong climbed fully onto the bed and straddled Lanfang. Now that he could track when she might wake up, he'd gotten a whole lot bolder.
He pried her lips open, slipped his tongue inside, licked over her teeth, then pushed her jaw wider and tangled their tongues together. Didn't taste sweet—it never did—but the flavor was sweet anyway. He worked his way down and took one of those nipples he'd hardened earlier into his mouth.
Not touching because he was allowed to. Just because he wanted to. Pure desire driving every move.
Hye-yong sucked and nibbled until both of Lanfang's nipples were slick and glossy with spit, then checked the readout.
"Hrnnn...."
[ Sleep Depth: 78 ]
[ Arousal Level: 11 ]
So she does feel it from just the nipples. Probably not enough to finish, though... wait.
Something about his own thought snagged on his brain. A little off-note.
Nipple stimulation definitely contributed to sexual arousal, but it was practically common knowledge that climaxing from nipples alone was extremely difficult. Unless someone was extensively developed, anyway.
But this was an inner world. Making her come from nipples alone? Totally doable.
Now I'm curious.
He used the remaining cost to craft new buffs.
[ Nipple Sensitivity ]
Pleasure felt through the nipples amplified by 3 levels.
Exclusive to Rian Pang.
Cast that one on Lanfang first. Then:
[ Nipple Stimulation Proficiency ]
Pleasure bonus when stimulating a woman's nipples: 3 levels.
Self-cast only.
He layered that onto himself. Then—slowly, teasingly, with the lightest possible touch—he started easing into the real caressing.
Swsh. Swsh. Swsh. Swsh.
"Nnnh...."
[ Sleep Depth: 51 ]
[ Arousal Level: 18 ]
Swsh. Swsh. Swsh. Swsh. Swsh.
"Hrrnn...."
[ Sleep Depth: 35 ]
[ Arousal Level: 22 ]
The more he touched, the faster the Sleep Depth number plummeted—but the Arousal needle crept up at a glacial pace. Still, he hadn't expected her to rack up pleasure just from a little sleepy nipple-tweaking.
This is actually fun. Because I can see the numbers.
Games were made to be fun. The Sleep Sex Mode someone had built was no different. A system that tracked sleep depth and arousal as numeric values—if one dipped too low, the target woke up. The whole loop was designed around careful, covert stimulation: get her off a few times, raise her tolerance threshold, and eventually you could go at it hard without waking her. Work within that framework, pour effort into making her feel good, push the threshold higher, and you'd eventually seal the deal. That was the appeal: a mode built entirely around the thrill of strategic conquest.
Right now Hye-yong was effectively using that mode's mechanics to molest Lanfang in real life.
Honestly, just groping her chest was already fun. Adding this layer on top multiplied the fun, the pleasure, the sheer horny excitement several times over. Best part: in the actual game, all you ever did was click a character on a screen with your mouse. Here, he could feel the texture. Touch her directly.
[ Sleep Depth: 19 ]
[ Arousal Level: 26 ]
"Mmmnh."
Rustle!
The moment Sleep Depth dropped below 20, she tossed hard, like she was about to open her eyes any second.
Hye-yong froze everything and just watched her.
If he did nothing and waited, she'd slip back into deep sleep on her own.
Plenty of time. Don't rush. Just wait.
Even this holding pattern was interesting to him. The soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing. The details of a real human face, body, strands of hair—stuff graphics could never reproduce. She wasn't some pre-scripted character spitting out dialogue from a lookup table. Lanfang had depth. She hated Hye-yong's guts but was too scared to defy him. The things she'd tried to pull, the way he'd pounced on her, the conversations they'd had, their whole tangled relationship. The wilted, gloom-drenched expression. The tears she'd shed in self-pity. The single angry face she'd shown him. The heavy footsteps, slumped shoulders, the shabby line of her back.
You couldn't call this a good direction—but Hye-yong was, unmistakably, engaged in a real interaction with Lanfang. And the fact that he was systematically breaking her sexual resistance like she was some game character, while she remained completely unaware of it... that was an insane turn-on.
[ Sleep Depth: 53 ]
[ Arousal Level: 21 ]
As time passed, the Sleep Depth number climbed. The Arousal level had dipped too—but earlier it had been Depth 35 with Arousal 22. Like he'd thought: plenty of time. The night was long, and it was on Hye-yong's side. As long as he stayed patient and methodical, the Arousal would rise steadily.
[ Sleep Depth: 82 ]
[ Arousal Level: 17 ]
Eighty.
He set a threshold in his head. Hit it, start stimulating. Drop below the low threshold, stop. How many times did he repeat that cycle?
Swsh.
"Hht—!"
Sssswsh....
"Hrnnn...."
Squeeze!
"Nngh—!"
Lanfang's reactions grew sharper with every movement of his hand. Little mewling moans spilled out; she squirmed weakly, tangling her limbs, like she couldn't stay still anymore. But her sleep was still deep.
[ Sleep Depth: 79 ]
[ Arousal Level: 68 ]
Even when he pinched hard with his nails—
"Hnngh!"
[ Sleep Depth: 77 ]
[ Arousal Level: 69 ]
—she felt it, but sleep barely flickered. All that relentless stimulation, the constant pause-and-go, had made the pinching feel... normal to her body now.
Time to really get going, then.
Hye-yong lowered his face and closed his mouth around Lanfang's left breast. A faint salty taste lingered—probably from all the handling his hands had already done.
Schlurrrrp....
A coarse, greedy sound as he sucked in the wet flesh. Hye-yong didn't care. In fact, he deliberately breathed harsh enough to drag out the noise. Who was going to see? This was Lanfang's inner world. Right here, right now, nobody could judge him. Not even Lanfang herself, if she were to wake up in the middle of getting thoroughly groped.