Trembling Desire
Slowly removing the HMD, he opens his eyes.
In the darkness, the blue glow of the Neuro Pod comes into view.
The sheet against his back is still damp, but it no longer feels unpleasant.
Instead, it feels like the trace of intense lovemaking.
"......"
He gazes down at his palm.
The hand that had just been cupping Sua's cheek.
The warmth still lingers there, it seems.
He murmurs softly.
"This was it."
95% simulation satisfaction, 5% emptiness.
The simulator's performance is more than sufficient.
Emotional detachment turns it into mere excretion.
That's just not as arousing as expected.
The thrill, the hesitation, the desperate mutual longing contained in the act.
That's what makes it hot.
The next day, the auditorium is still noisy.
But the scene in Kim Hyun-ja's eyes is slightly different from yesterday.
A couple leaning on each other's shoulders on the bench.
The faint tremor transmitted through their touching shoulders.
And the hot night just for the two of them beyond that—he envies it.
"Joo~oooketta."
He imagines the fireworks exploding in their brains the moment their body heat touches.
Kim Hyun-ja gives a wry smile and shoves his major textbook into his bag.
Back home, last night's heat comes to mind.
It was intense, overwhelming, searingly hot.
A slight regret for not savoring it fully lingers, but it's okay.
There's plenty of time ahead.
Day two.
Kim Hyun-ja finds a bit more leisure.
Instead of the frantic animal instincts from the day before, his gaze as an observer begins to sharpen.
He indulges in Sua's expressions as she receives the act, more than the act itself.
"Hyun-ja... ngh, there..."
Each time Kim Hyun-ja slowly thrusts his hips forward, Sua's brow furrows.
It's a desperate resistance to hold back the surging pleasure.
Her pale lips bite down hard, then finally part unable to endure, exhaling hot breaths.
Her pupils blur, then refocus on him, tears welling up.
That distortion feels more erotic than any elaborate makeup.
"Beautiful."
The fact that he alone can mess her up like this.
That sense of conquest stimulates his brain's pleasure center in a new way.
Database updating. Terminating simulation.
Day three.
Thud, thud, thud!
A steady rhythm.
The impacts make Sua's breasts undulate like waves.
Her sweat-slicked white mounds defy gravity, bouncing up before heavily settling and spreading.
It's like a hypnotic pendulum.
The wet slapping of skin against skin syncs perfectly with the visual rhythm.
"Haaah... too, too intense..."
Sua tries to clutch her burdensome breasts, but Kim Hyun-ja grabs her wrists and pins them to the bed.
He doesn't want to miss the raw cause-and-effect: her entire body reacting to each thrust of his hips.
The way her breasts swell with her panting.
The path of sweat droplets trickling down her cleavage.
He engraves it all into his brain.
"Ngh, no, no more...!"
Climax approaches.
But Kim Hyun-ja doesn't stop.
He delves deeper, more relentlessly.
He's already buried to the hilt.
No space left to go.
Yet he lifts onto his toes, shoving his lower body even deeper into her core.
"Hyun... hngh."
It's not just about expelling pleasure.
A primal, violent instinct dominates: to flood her deepest place, fill her completely with his seed.
To leave his mark, impregnate her with his child.
"Ngh! Cumming."
His lower body feels sucked into her womb.
Kim Hyun-ja buries his face in Sua's heaving breasts.
User pattern analysis complete. Terminating simulation.
Hyun-ja, how are you feeling?
"Languid."
An honest answer.
No anxiety, no obsession, no emptiness.
It's the serene calm of soaking in warm water for a long time.
Data analysis complete. Oxytocin Route completed. Did this help answer your question about the essence of eroticism?
"Yeah. Eroticism comes from the connection."
Shall we record that as your answer? First answer to "What is eroticism?"
Good night.
"Yeah. See you tomorrow."
The next scenario will include a cocktail in a new direction per your request.
The Neuro Pod's screen blinks with a message Kim Hyun-ja hasn't checked.
The next day.
Returning home, Kim Hyun-ja drops his bag and heads straight for the Neuro Pod.
He lies back in the machine familiarly.
"Eden, continue from today, please."
Welcome back, Hyun-ja. Initiating Eden System now.
Through the HMD, his familiar studio apartment generates.
Sunset glows outside the window.
Sua, leaning against the bed headboard reading a book, looks up at Kim Hyun-ja and smiles faintly.
"You're back?"
An everyday greeting.
Serene air.
Kim Hyun-ja naturally climbs onto the bed and pulls Sua's waist into an embrace.
Warm body heat transmits through her thin T-shirt.
No reason to hesitate.
He slips his hand familiarly under her T-shirt.
"Wait a sec."
Sua's hand firmly grabs his wrist.
Stronger grip than expected.
"Hyun-ja, every time we meet, it's always just this?"
"Huh?"
His hand freezes in midair.
Sua looks up at him with pursed lips.
Eyes mixed with dissatisfaction.
Completely different atmosphere from yesterday.
"What do you mean? You liked it."
"Sometimes I just want to talk."
"Oh?"
Kim Hyun-ja steps back, caught off guard.
Makes sense, he thinks.
Always stripping and diving right in—maybe Eden needs mood data too.
Yeah, hold back a bit today.
He accepts it readily and starts to get off the bed.
But a strange incongruity tugs at him.
For a simple sex simulator, no issue.
Expel and done.
But an emotional dating sim is different.
To prevent escapism and social isolation, a warning must always float in the peripheral vision.
No warning anywhere he looks.
"Hyun-ja? You listening?"
Then this is part of the sex simulation.
Definitely a play.
Sua's haughty rejection, feigned complaint.
All scripted by Eden.
He lowers his voice and delivers the killer line.
"Getting sick of me?"
Sua's expression crumbles.
The haughtiness vanishes, replaced by panic and fear.
"N-no! It's not that!"
Sua jumps up and grabs his shirt hem.
He can't help but chuckle.
His arms softly encircle her waist.
Unhooks her bra and grips her white breast firmly in one hand.
Soft flesh squeezes between his fingers.
Sua hunches her shoulders and turns her head, but doesn't shake off his hand.
"Hate it?"
"No. Just, today..."
Her mumbling avoidance of "hate" is more stimulating.
No chance for refusal—he pries at her lip seam relentlessly with his tongue tip.
Hot tongue sweeps her palate, coils around her rigidly closed root.
Each rough tangle of tongues makes her shoulders twitch.
"Mmm..."
Seizing her weakening resistance, Kim Hyun-ja smoothly lays her back on the bed.
Slips his hand under her T-shirt.
Unhooking the bra flows like water.
"Wait, really today..."
Not what he wants to hear.
Before she finishes, he overlaps their lips.
Sucks her upper lip softly while kneading the breast already filling his hand.
Each time his fingers dig into her flesh, Sua twists her body.
A tug-of-war between reason and instinct.
He yanks down her dolphin pants and panties together.
Sua urgently tenses her thighs, clamping her legs shut.
Last resistance.
But Kim Hyun-ja seizes her knees and lightly spreads them apart.
Her closed legs fall open powerlessly, exposing her vulnerability.
He rubs his glans tip obsessively against her unaroused entrance.
Each brush against sensitive mucosa makes her thighs quiver finely.
Gently but persistently stimulating the entrance.
Finally, a pained groan escapes Sua.
"Hnnngh... ngh!"
Sua steadies her ragged breath and turns her head.
At the same moment, her inner thigh muscles melt, surrendering to his touch.
He doesn't miss the gap—slowly but relentlessly penetrates.
"Mmm..."
Lips clamped shut, head turned away, but her inner walls honestly clench and guide him in.
As rhythmic movements repeat, Sua's closed body opens.
Sua grips the bedsheet tightly.
"Hngh..."
Her resigned sigh has already turned to sweet moans.
Before long, Sua's eyes glaze over dreamily.
"Ah, ngh!"
"Feeling it?"
Grinning in satisfaction, he moves his hips.
But the gentle rhythm gradually turns violent.
Thud, thud! Thud!
As the slapping grows rougher, Sua's face twists.
"Aaah! Ah, no! Hyun-ja... stop."
Sua pushes his shoulders, screaming.
Fear laces her voice.
He stops his hips.
Her inner walls writhe, squeezing his shaft.
A tingling thrill climbs his spine from his core.
Stop and move.
Two commands clash.
The overly intricate simulation clouds his judgment.
She feels no fear or pain.
He decides it's a signal of overload from overwhelming stimuli.
Her helpless impalement on him.
Proof of superior manhood.
Elation seeps in.
"Good?"
"Hnnngh! Please...!"
"Just a bit more. I'll, hoo, make you cum completely."
Her resistance ignites a twisted sadism within.
Pinning her pelvis, he slams down mercilessly harder.
Each convulsion of her walls in terror squeezes him, eroding his reason bit by bit.
The boundary between pleasure and pain crumbles.
Sua's head arches back, unfocused eyes rolling white.
Her mouth gapes, arms flop limply.
But he can't stop.
No—her slack, defenseless state drives him mad.
Clutching her doll-like shaking body, intoxicated by warped conquest, he pours out his desire to the end.
"Nnnngh!"
The moment he erupts hot seed into her deepest unconscious core, a chilling ecstasy pierces his entire body.
This isn't love—it's violation.
The forbidden depravity sends shivers through him.
Dopamine levels MAX. Adrenaline over-secretion warning. Applying user personalization. Terminating simulation.
Have a good day, Hyun-ja.
The trembling contained in the act.
Hesitation.
The desperate mutual longing—he feels none of it.
Why he's so aroused.
What made it so hot.
His lust-addled brain can't sort it out.
"I don't get it."