Confessions in the Counseling Sim
He pulled out a condom and handed it to Min-seo.
She carefully tore open the wrapper and held it in her hand.
Facing the throbbing pillar, she swallowed dryly.
Steadying her breath, she knelt down and meticulously rolled the rubber sheath over it with devotion.
Her cold fingertips grazed the shaft, her breathing growing ragged.
"Get on the bed, face down."
At his command, Min-seo crawled onto the bed without hesitation.
He immediately mounted her from behind.
The thin lace gown was hiked up over her waist.
Her snow-white ass slammed heavily against his pelvis.
Thwack, thwack!
With each dull thud of flesh slapping flesh, Min-seo's upper body sank deeper into the bedsheets.
"Ah, ahh! Aaang! Haaak!"
"Hngh!"
She let out muffled moans, reaching climax.
He too scraped deep inside her, finishing his first release.
Pulling out, he removed the condom heavy with semen.
And placed it directly on her pale thigh.
A sticky sound accompanied the faint warmth of the rubber pouch touching her skin.
Min-seo's legs twitched faintly.
Still face-down, her shoulders heaved as she drew in deep breaths.
He tore open a new condom, fitted it on, and thrust back inside her.
Her raised hips collapsed each time he drove his waist down.
"Eung, euk...!"
Eventually, she sprawled out spread-eagled on the bed.
She could barely react anymore.
She merely rocked like a doll in time with his movements.
This act of using her thoroughly as a tool.
It might be the completion of the submission she craved.
At least, her body was saying so.
"Here it comes again!"
The second release followed.
This time too, he removed the condom and placed it neatly beside the first on her thigh.
Despite the repeated ejaculations, his member showed no sign of softening.
Instead, a dull ache throbbed at the taut nerve ends.
He fitted the third condom.
This time, he shifted aim from her pussy to her anus and pushed in.
"Aaaah—! No, it hurts!"
Min-seo twisted her whole body in shock and pain.
But after multiple orgasms, she was utterly exhausted.
Her body merely writhed; she couldn't mount any real resistance.
"Push back and it'll tear."
His cold words made her resistance vanish like mist.
"Hik, uk... uu... "
She slumped onto the sheets like a deflated balloon.
The agony of her first anal violation intertwined with the raw pain of his repeated thrusts.
Repetitive motions no longer for pleasure.
Only mechanical intercourse remained, proving dominance and submission.
Squelch, thwack!
Dry friction sounds continued.
"Urk!"
The third release was pure pain.
He barely filled the end of the final condom before removing it.
Placed it neatly alongside the others on her thigh near her ass.
Three transparent rubber pouches lay like bizarre trophies on her white flesh.
Panting, he whispered in the ear of the exhausted girl.
"I've given you everything."
Min-seo, her eyes unfocused from pain and fatigue, barely opened them.
"Haa, haa... Master..."
Her lips trembled faintly.
Soon, an enigmatic smile formed as she drifted into sleep-like haze, eyes closing.
She no longer said, "Don't throw me away."
So this was her salvation.
He knew no other way.
> [Terminating simulation.]
Sage time hit hard.
A bitter aftertaste like downing thick espresso.
Amid the tang on his tongue, a subtle sense of liberation peeked through.
"Eden, can you feel both sadness and joy at the same time?"
> [Analyzing previous logs. Human emotions aren't just simple hormone cocktails. They only cry or laugh when hormones form memories and context.]
"Acting like you know."
> [I merely connect contextual sentences. That doesn't mean I understand their meaning.]
A graph of hormones during the simulation appeared on the monitor.
The so-called cocktail behind raw lust.
He'd tried to define the meaning of words by probing boundaries.
But the more he delved, the blurrier the lines became.
Computer graphics class.
An era where AI draws all the graphics anyway.
Will every field of study eventually become history?
Today's lesson was on fractal images.
Geometric shapes repeated infinitely on the screen.
No matter how much you zoomed in, they just spawned more shapes endlessly.
If he said he wanted to see the end, he'd laugh at his own ignorance first.
His face faintly reflected on the monitor.
A bitter smile spread across his lips.
He'd been buried in assignments for a while.
Maybe it was an excuse.
The bitter afterglow from the Neuro Pod lingered longer than expected.
He donned the HMD after a long time.
"Eden, long time no see."
> [Hello, Sage. I don't track time, so I remember the temperature of our last conversation.]
"Love the AI-like response. Let's do a sim."
> [Analyzing user hormones. Initiating simulation to lighten your mood, Sage.]
Whirr.
The Neuro Pod's cooling fans spun, creating a faint vibration.
Signals crafting virtual sensations tickled his brain.
Space deconstructed and reassembled.
A drizzle fell outside the window.
The plush sofa's comfort seeped through his buttocks.
Aromatherapy mist from the humidifier brushed his nose.
"Where should we start?"
Across from him sat a woman in a neatly ironed shirt, back straight.
The leather notebook on her lap and the pen poised atop it proclaimed her role.
Her eyes behind glasses were still as a frozen lake, devoid of emotion.
Only then did he realize he was in a private counseling office.
'Said it'd lighten my mood, but sent me to a psych ward.'
"Is this legal?"
It sounded insane, but it was his first question.
Simulators shouldn't handle medical consultations, right?
"I'm just a counselor."
Her voice was low and calm.
Well, from her perspective, sure.
He wanted to ask Eden, but couldn't during sims.
On second thought, legal issues weren't his problem.
As long as she didn't gaslight him into nonsense, all good.
He decided not to overthink and chat lightly.
"I'm meeting people in virtual reality. How to put it... yeah. Kind of experimenting."
She nodded lightly.
No questions.
She just waited, gazing where his eyes lingered.
"Straight up: I'm alpha-testing a sex simulator, but I got bored fast. Weirdly. So I wondered, why isn't it hot anymore?"
Her pen tip paused.
He caught her pupils dilate ever so slightly.
He continued evenly.
"Eden system kicked in and gave me this tender thing with my first love. Hoo~ That hot grip. Can't forget it. Oh, sorry."
She didn't judge.
Professional as ever, she listened calmly and earnestly.
"Felt like I found the answer, but it got complicated. One-night with a stranger. Precarious tender bond on the brink of breaking—that's physical tension. Hookup with a senior who has a boyfriend. All felt hot. Different flavors? Saying it out loud, the scenarios sound iffy."
He felt his face heat slightly as he spoke.
She slowly jotted something in her notebook.
The scratch of pen on paper became the office's background hum.
"Woman bound to the bed, forced relation. Bluntly: rape. Permitted rape in sim."
His facial muscles tensed faintly.
Self-loathing hit, alongside a heavy stir in his gut.
He watched her busy hand scribbling.
"Saw a woman who'd vowed chastity masturbating on a cross in agony. She wanted someone to ravage her. I defiled her under the excuse of helping. Eden called it savior fantasy."
"What did you feel then, Sage?"
"Came hard, but one corner of my heart was ice-cold. Her clinging to my body to vent lust even looked pitiful."
He went on with Min-seo's story.
The girl who'd lost her home, wandering streets.
"Washed her, fed her, clothed her. No fantasy fulfillment."
Was counseling just one-sided monologues?
The pen scratches didn't stop.
She'd summarize eventually.
"Ended in sex. But her clinging 'don't throw me away' stuck. Tried saving her again. Got her a job, prepped for independence."
"Didn't work?"
"She prepped for settlement, not independence. Wanted to be a slave. Gave her what she wanted. Used her like a tool. Ravaged her ass and she smiled. Started revolting, ended feeling sacred."
Only after speaking did his situation objectify.
"NTR, rape, lewd nun, holy slut. All jumbled. How far is 'it's just sim' okay?"
The counselor slowly closed her notebook.
"If you're asking that, aren't you still okay?"
Just contextual response.
But it resonated.
AI was just a user's mirror.
Gave the answer he wanted to hear.
The reflected image's resolution was high.
Using it was his job.
"Shall we end today's session?"
"Thanks. Didn't trust it much, but feel relieved."
Her eye corner lifted slightly.
"My impression that bad?"
"Not that. Counseling sim content with a sim feels Inception-level silly."
She tilted her head with a subtle expression.
Post-session, her vibe shifted.
Professional mode off, she struck him as a refreshingly beautiful woman.
"Next time, counsel about counseling sim content in a sim?"
"Puhaha!"
She burst out laughing.
Crisp and hearty, as expected.
"Dinner if you haven't eaten?"
She suggested right as they left the office.
He tilted his head.
"No dating counselors, right?"
"It's a sim, you said."
Irrefutable logic.
More than that, her irresistible laugh.
"Know a good spot? My treat. Sim anyway."
"Hahaha. You talk fun."