Shallow Bliss and Dopamine Craving
He presses his lips to the nape of Ji-hye's neck.
She turns her head as if searching for his lips.
Ignoring them, he traces her nape more insistently.
Her heartbeat transmits fully through her back.
She lays her hand over his.
Her palm, once cold, now burns hot.
He slides his hand between her thighs, fingertips reaching her most intimate place.
"Hngh."
The texture touching his fingers is already slick.
Soaked enough to slip right in.
Her body had been like ice until moments ago, yet inside, it's this hot.
"What do I do..."
Ji-hye covers her flushed face with both hands.
Her reddened ear tips are so cute it's driving him mad.
The sensitive glans, taut and erect, swims upstream against the flowing wetness to find that drenched source.
He slowly pushes the tip in.
The sensation of her mucosa parting to accept him is vivid.
"Nngh... mmm."
A faint breath escapes between the fingers clutching her face.
He wraps his arms around her lower belly and slowly moves his hips.
Soft skin rubs against skin, generating heat.
They inhale each other's scents.
The smell of burning oil mixes with her flesh, creating a strange sense of calm.
As they rub slowly, confirming each other's temperatures, their bodies heat up.
The blanket covering them has slipped entirely away.
Two bodies precariously linked before the fireplace stand utterly exposed.
As his body warms, something stirs.
The primal urge to thrust deeper.
He bucks his hips upward, and her buttocks bounce off his pubic bone.
The insertion weakens instead, nearly breaking their connection.
He hastily pulls her lower belly tight against him instead of embracing it.
Just the tip barely held inside.
His thighs tense with full strength.
The impulse to plunge root-deep surges, but he holds back.
One wrong move, and it'll slip out.
Teasing friction.
"Hoo... Hyun-ja."
She eases her hips back slightly to help.
He adjusts his pelvis angle in response.
"Nng~."
It slides in just a fraction deeper, smooth as silk.
The secured space makes movement far easier.
They cautiously grind their hips, rubbing their body heat together.
No thrilling strike against her cervix.
But this shallow depth—barely achieved by syncing their breaths and abandoning greedy presses—feels more tender.
He pulls Ji-hye's back flush against his chest again.
She clamps down on the shaft caught at her entrance, lest it slip free.
He stops moving, holding still in their connected state.
The sensation of her inner walls gripping his most sensitive spot is crystal clear.
The tension in his thighs slowly eases.
He rests his chin on her shoulder.
Every breath makes her body rise and fall against him.
Whether from the fireplace warmth or their body heat, it's no longer cold inside.
Just the fact of being joined fills him with completeness.
Yet even in that peace, the primal instinct to reach climax persists.
He moves the hand encircling her toward her inner thigh.
Glistening fluid coats his fingertips.
Following that wet path, he feels the hot boundary where their bodies connect.
Brushing it with his fingertip makes the entrance quiver.
He rubs the small nub hidden above their union.
"Haht."
A wet moan bursts from Ji-hye's lips.
Her hips twitch in time with his fingers.
This time, he slides upward.
Over her slender waistline, tracing her ribcage.
His palm cups the round curve beneath her breast like the floor supporting it.
His thumb strokes upward over her skin.
Her nipple is already rigidly erect, hypersensitive.
Ji-hye's feeling it too.
Her instincts crave climax as well.
That fact hits his brain harder than any visual stimulus, surging pleasure.
An uncontrollable shiver races up his spine.
A surging eruption.
Without thinking, he clutches Ji-hye's breast.
"Ahhng!"
"Ji-hye... hngh!"
Unlike a deep-shot burst, this overflows hotly near the entrance.
The churning heat spills out, soaking the entrance and dripping down.
He'd thought deep pounding was the only stimulation.
But his pleasure zone's root lay even deeper than that.
His head burns hot.
His brain itself has become an erogenous zone.
Savoring their oneness, he holds her like that for a long while.
> Oxytocin levels optimized. Emotional stability achieved. Terminating simulation.
For the first time since starting university, that season arrives.
Midterms.
The university anonymous board is going insane.
And I'm not right in the head either, checking it obsessively.
Of course, the library is packed.
You don't have to study in the library.
But home is too tempting.
Day 3 of no-fap.
The logic of "feed your brain nutrients" sounds perfectly reasonable.
The problem is his lower half, springing up at the slightest brush, nerves on edge.
"Should I just release once?"
He glances at the Neuro Pod.
The glowing LED on the logo seems to tempt him.
Just once.
Dump it clean and clear the distractions.
"Fuck it."
Welcome back, Hyun-ja. You're brimming with energy.
"Trying to study, but can't focus. Make it short and intense, please."
> Generating simulation tailored to user request. Setting dopamine pathway to shortest route. Initiating simulation.
Whirr.
With vibration, the background scatters into a blue grid.
Then reassembles into a new space.
Walls rise, soft red lighting glows.
A luxurious hotel bed rises from the floor.
An unfamiliar woman lies atop it.
"......!"
Intense red twin tails.
Blindfold over her eyes.
Red ball gag sealing her mouth.
Garters straining red stockings taut.
Bustier barely covering her lower breasts.
Limbs bound spread-eagle to the bed corners.
Christmas present.
The word springs to mind at the red lingerie.
He approaches the bed slowly.
She twists at the sound, sensing him.
The bed springs creak and groan.
"Shall I unwrap the packaging?"
He reaches out, unbuckling the ball gag's leather strap.
With a wet pop, the red ball slips from her mouth.
She gasps ragged breaths.
"P-please... spare me...!"
This isn't the reaction he expected.
Her voice trembles in terror.
Tears seem to flow from beneath the blindfold.
Disappointment like getting the wrong gift.
"Mmph! Mmgh!"
He shoves the ball gag back into her mouth.
She shakes her head in resistance, but he ties the strap tight behind her head.
Her screams muffle back into stifled moans.
Why this from Eden?
Wasn't this supposed to be unwrapping?
Or was this the packaging to begin with?
Should he have ended it quick in default mode?
If Eden planted this reaction underneath, there must be intent.
Eden's choices have never been bad so far.
So this sim must suit him too.
He decides to think that way.
"It's fine, so stop struggling."
He unties the knots at each bed corner.
Red marks mar her wrists and ankles vividly.
He removes the blindfold and ball gag too.
Freed from restraints, she curls up, retreating toward the headboard.
Still trembling like an aspen leaf.
"Th-thank you."
A victim thanking her captor.
The situation feels bizarre.
"Just words?"
He unbuckles his belt, pulling out his cock.
Already swollen to the limit, veins bulging.
Her gaze locks on his lower body.
Terror, confusion, resignation.
"Suck it."
A short command.
She stares up at him blankly.
As if not comprehending the word.
He doesn't get her reaction either.
"Why? Prefer it down there?"
She startles, shaking her head frantically.
Desperate writhing that anywhere but below.
He sits on the bed's edge, stroking her hair.
"Guys finish after one go. Better to service with your mouth, right?"
Crude logic, but she has no choices in her fear.
Reluctantly, she kneels and crawls between his legs.
She hesitates as his cock brushes her nose.
Mouth half-open, only hot breath touches—no entry.
He's given her plenty of time to choose.
She's the one breaking the promise.
"So frustrating."
He grabs her red twin tails like handles, yanking tight.
"Agh!"
Her head snaps back.
He thrusts his hips, shoving it deep into her mouth.
"Gkh! Gggh...!"
It spears into her throat depths.
Her hands claw his thighs hard.
Tears well from her eyes.
He pulls her hair, burying her face in his crotch.
Her esophagus spasms irregularly, gripping and releasing the glans.
A sensation utterly different from pussy.
She pushes desperately at his thighs.
He doesn't want to force it this far.
He relaxes his grip, releasing her hair.
"Can't do mouth? Fine, I'll do what you want."
Instinct to protect her below, perhaps.
Her lips, about to let go, still clamp his shaft.
"I-I'll... do it. Mmph."
Coughing, she opens wide to take him in.
But she's clumsy.
A clumsy blowjob—mouth maxed open, lips barely grazing.
Teeth scrape the shaft unpleasantly each time.
No tight vacuum seal; just loose saliva and hard enamel roughly abrading sensitive skin.
"Ugh, seriously. Don't you know what 'deepthroat' means?"
She flinches at his bark.
No need to snap.
He softens his tone.
"You're not a kid; you know how."
Terrified, she gives her all.
Sucking with smacking sounds like a baby on a bottle.
The dominance of her kneeling to suck him, visual satisfaction.
Her cheeks hollowing in vacuum tugs sharply at his glans tip.
But compared to pussy's heavy squeeze on the full shaft, pressure still lacks.
"Use your tongue!"
She squeezes her eyes shut.
Rough tongue rasps over the sensitive glans.
"Ahh. Good."
A satisfied groan finally escapes him.
Wet slurps fitting a luxury love hotel echo around.
Slurp, smack.
Tears streaming, she sucks desperately.
Hot droplets from her eyes wet his thighs.
A strange ache stirs in his chest.
That sensation tangles with his lust, swelling into massive pleasure.