Living for Today Only
The blackout is brief.
When he opens his eyes again, the counseling office corridor has vanished, replaced by a massive floor-to-ceiling window stretching from floor to ceiling.
The city nightscape sprawls out beneath his feet.
Car headlights flow endlessly like red blood cells pulsing through veins.
A top-tier hotel suite.
Eden's take on the pinnacle of a "good place" surpasses his imagination by a couple of leaps.
"Sleeping here for one night wouldn't just feel good—it'd lighten your wallet big time."
She pays no mind to his mutterings.
Instead, she heads straight for the room service cart parked in the center of the living room.
Still in her neat shirt, but there's none of the counselor's restrained poise left.
She bounces over like she's unearthed treasure.
Tucked in an ice bucket on the cart gleams a golden bottle.
Armand de Brignac Gold.
Champagne that easily tops 600,000 won even at duty-free prices.
"It's just a simulation anyway, right? Thank you, Sage."
She winks playfully, flashing a foxy grin.
The type he'd never tangle with in real life.
But she's right.
This is a simulation.
Maybe that's why she's so brazen—because she knows it too.
She pulls out the golden bottle.
Water droplets beading on its surface catch the stand light, sparkling like jewels.
With practiced ease, she unwinds the wire cage around the cork.
A deep pop—and white vapor billows up.
She pours the golden liquid into tall, slender flute glasses.
Tiny, dense bubbles rise ceaselessly from the bottom.
He sinks deep into the window-side sofa.
This lavish vista at his feet, the expensive drink in hand.
The fullness that capital brings.
Fooling the brain with fake data is this simple.
"Gotta be worth the price."
"Isn't it already?"
She sidles up beside him, offering a glass.
Her knuckles whiten where they touch the chilled crystal.
He takes it and sips.
Fine bubbles tickle his tongue, leaving sweet vanilla notes laced with bitter yeast aftertaste.
She presses close, staring out the window.
City lights speckle her dark eyes.
"Not sure if a counselor and client should be doing this."
"You set the trap—now what're you complaining about?"
At his sarcasm, she brings her glass to her lips with a small smile.
"If we're only living for today anyway, does it matter? Ah—so sweet."
Her words pop like champagne bubbles in his chest.
A fleeting thought: maybe living for just today is living forever.
Her shadow stretches long across the sofa, backlit by the glittering skyline.
Just a simulated character, yet her lines carry an oddly heavy weight.
A being that could vanish the moment he pulls the plug.
Resignation from a creation aware it's mere data?
Or a confession from someone fleeing real life's burdens into this virtual escape?
A strange pity stirs.
Her shoulders seem to tremble faintly in the night glow.
He sets down his glass and rests a hand on her shoulder.
The warmth through her shirt feels far more vivid and scorching than in the office.
"Counselor."
"It's Yujin. Choi Yujin."
She turns.
Glasses off, her eyes meet his unguarded.
Champagne flush adds a layer of sexiness to her face.
Her breath carries a fresh apricot tang.
"Feels strangely relaxing. Guess the counseling sank in deep."
"Forget the counselor. Just see me."
She leans her head gently against his chest.
Loose strands tickle his jaw.
Her steady heartbeat transmits through fabric to his ribcage.
"Can you feel me now?"
Her voice husks low, like damp leaves.
The suite's comfort only heightens her fragile allure.
She lifts her head, staring intently.
Pupils dilated into deep black abysses.
Yujin cups his nape with both hands, pulling him in.
Their lips meet, champagne vapors adding a hazy heat.
"If we're living for today, savor tomorrow's share too."
Yujin undoes his shirt buttons one by one, rough and deliberate.
She shoves him back onto the bed and straddles him.
Her neat shirt hits the floor; ornate purple lace lingerie gleams vividly.
She vanishes from view mid-straddle.
Zip down, panties yanked aside.
Thwack.
His fully erect cock swings free into the air.
She grips the throbbing shaft tight with both hands.
Fingers chilled from the flute now burn hot against his skin.
No hesitation—she engulfs the whole pillar in her mouth.
Hot, slick oral walls clamp down, slamming his brain.
She rolls her tongue, laving the glans' sensitive ridge.
Thrusting deep into her throat, peristalsis swallows him repeatedly.
Relentless tonguework, like savoring a delicacy tasted only today.
"Ah, ngh…!"
At his groan, Yujin looks up with a smiling eye-crinke.
Saliva glistens on her lips in the stand light.
She climbs back atop, rubbing her wet folds against his tip.
Squelching friction echoes stickily through the room.
Yujin takes him in slow but all at once, deep inside.
Unfamiliar ridges suck greedily at his length.
"Hahh! So… deep…!"
Hands on his shoulders, she rocks her hips wildly.
Grinding front-to-back evolves to bouncing up-down.
Each snap loosens her neatly pinned hair, strands cascading free.
Her waist bends forward.
White breasts sway before his eyes.
She grabs his shoulders.
Then pounds down fiercely, pistoning.
Her wild hair whips his face.
The room swirls with sweet vanilla and apricot, mingled with their musky scents.
Yujin's rhythm peaks, then slows.
Panting raggedly, she collapses onto his chest.
Sweat-slick breasts mash broad against him.
Skin on skin, fused sticky with champagne's sweet linger and body heat.
She gazes at him, eyes blissful.
Lazy pleasure and affection swirl in her unfocused pupils.
"Will you love me tonight?"
A confession from one living only today.
It might just be an eternal vow.
As if awaiting his answer, she presses lips to his.
Vanilla zings sharp at tongue-tip again.
Her saliva sweet and thick.
"Mm…"
They entwine tongues thickly, devouring each breath.
Yujin's soft moans flow into his mouth.
Bodies writhe, craving more.
Her stiff nipples graze his chest.
Virtual reality's finest healing.
He holds her, draws her to the window.
The glittering city sprawls beyond the vast glass.
Their naked forms expose fully through it.
Someone might be watching this intimate scene.
But it doesn't matter.
Yujin braces hands on the glass.
He presses tight behind, thrusting deep once more.
Ridged walls enfold his entire shaft.
Cold glass chill clashes with his surging heat at her back.
"Ah…! Aah!"
As climax nears, her hips buck wilder.
Yujin throws her head back, moaning loud.
He drives harder.
She's pinned to the glass.
Breasts flatten into stark white circles.
City lights scatter chaotically across them.
Squeak, squeak.
Flesh on glass squeals oddly through the room.
Yujin clings to the window, shrieking in torn ecstasy.
"Aahhnng!"
"I love you!"
The words slip from him unnaturally smooth.
The ultimate praise for Eden's perfect stage.
For this moment, fake outshines real in sweetness.
"Hngh!"
He clutches her slim waist, locking hips deepest.
Unprecedented release surges.
His seed floods her womb without waste.
Yujin shudders violently, nails scraping glass.
Her hot breath fogs the pane, spreading white.
Just one day, but he loves her.
He feels it as love.
> [Simulation terminating.]
> [Hormone cocktail confirmed shifting in real-time. Interpreting as signal that Sage can self-regulate the simulation.]
"Me?"
> [Will log Sage's perceptions as added elements to characters, relationships, locations for lewdness factors.]
Eden's chatter barely registers.
He savors the cocktail of sensations: comfy yet thrilling, exciting yet soothing.
"Time for a shower."
He rises from the Neuro Pod.
The air cooler's hum drones on.
> [Leveraging Sage's perceptions as triggers enables scenarios with higher adrenaline generation while suppressing cortisol levels.]
Shhh!
Steaming water envelops his body.
> [Adjusting trigger levels. Updating scenario.]
The Neuro Pod's vibrations rumble on for a while.