Proust Phenomenon and Dopamine 1
I wanted to experiment on Hamster. Sure, human experimentation has ethical issues... but reading the behavioral patterns of these shells using human brains could be a huge help in surviving this place. And right now was the perfect chance. This spot was isolated by fog. Just me and Hamster. No cops were likely to show up. There didn't seem to be any shell humans wandering around after midnight.
Alright... let's start with the sense of smell?
Smell is the only sense directly linked to the limbic system. All other senses pass through the thalamus first, but smell goes straight to the amygdala and hippocampus. The scent of roasted bread from the Bentley showroom—using the Proust phenomenon.
The Proust phenomenon refers to how a fragrance can evoke fond memories.
Pssht... The Febreze scent filled the space. A soft aroma blending lavender and vanilla. Hamster's little nose twitched slightly. A small reaction, but a meaningful signal.
The olfactory-emotion link is intact... She was instinctively sensing it was a good smell. Humans, as animals, have learned that places with floral scents often have edible fruits. That's why floral and fruity scents trigger dopamine release in humans.
Hormones seem to be working properly, as expected.
Next up: touch. Skin contact promotes oxytocin and serotonin release. These hormones are key to building trust and security.
She flashed me a Joker smile. As I handed her the packaged pork rind from the counter, I lightly touched her hand. I held it gently, but she showed no reaction. Time to level up. This time, as I passed her the soju, I lightly gripped her wrist. I felt her pulse. Steady, but slightly quickened. Gripping Hamster's soft wrist, I returned the Joker smile. Her pulse sped up more. She didn't try to pull away from my grasp.
Pssht... I sprayed Febreze into the air. With the second wave of scent, I flipped up the counter and stepped right up to her. Good scents bring good memories. Using the Proust phenomenon. She showed no wariness toward me approaching amid the pleasant aroma.
The height difference—187cm to 155cm—forced her to crane her neck all the way up. Her white throat was exposed. Her slender nape and collarbone gleamed softly under the fluorescent lights. I sprayed Febreze into the air once more.
Pssht... With the third burst of scent, I took another step closer. Now her forehead was just brushing my chest. Looking down over her head, her straight black hair shone glossily.
I could hear heartbeats. Couldn't tell if it was mine or hers—we were that close. She was still looking up at me. Her neck had to be hurting, but she didn't break eye contact.
Pssht... With the fourth spritz, I cautiously reached out and wrapped my arm around her waist. It was shockingly slender. My one hand could encircle it completely. Like holding a tiny bird—I had to be gentle. I carefully embraced her soft, yielding form. Her pupils trembled again. Bigger this time, more vividly. Her once vacant, unfocused gaze seemed to sparkle with clarity. This... had to be a sign of emotion, right?
She looked pitiful, standing on tiptoe to gaze up at me. I lifted her by the waist. Her feet left the floor just a bit. Her small hands clutched my shoulders in surprise. She was cradled in my arms, lifted up.
Pssht... With the fifth scent burst, our eyes met at eye level. Hamster no longer had to tilt her head. Staring into her eyes, the change was even clearer. Her empty pupils began to glimmer. Like water seeping into parched earth... something was filling her gaze.
She felt unbelievably light in my arms. With her petite frame, she probably weighed under 40kg. Beneath the sky-blue uniform, her body felt like a mere handful—small and delicate. Hamster's brain was starting to link the pleasant scent with my embrace.
Pssht... With the sixth spritz, I gently pressed my cheek to hers. The good scent would release dopamine; the touch would release oxytocin. Everything was going as planned. As time passed, her tense muscles began to relax. Acetylcholine was being secreted, easing the muscle tension. And finally, her arms wrapped around my back. A voluntary movement. Was her prefrontal cortex kicking back in?
Then, without knowing who started it, our lips met. Kissing is one of the most intense brain stimulators. Dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, adrenaline... a flood of neurotransmitters. Her small mouth opened wide as she flung herself into my arms. But her kiss was aggressive. She'd timidly dart her tongue out, then boldly invade my mouth.
"Mmm..."
Her moan wasn't mechanical. Her amygdala was generating emotion. Color flushed her pale cheeks. Activation of the autonomic nervous system. Blood vessels dilating, heart rate rising... The deeper the kiss, the more human her responses became. She hugged my back tighter. Her tongue pressed against mine, wrapping it softly and wetly... damn. I opened my mouth, adjusting the angle naturally, letting the kiss flow. Slurp, slurp. We kept devouring each other's saliva in this lewd, nonstop kiss. Her fingers digging into my back tightened. On the mirror-shiny convenience store floor, her white panties faintly reflected. Her legs, exposed under the miniskirt, were porcelain-smooth. The curves hidden beneath the sky-blue uniform traced a perfect golden ratio.
I slid my right hand down, caressing the shameful slit beneath her skirt. Hamster hugged me even harder.
"Haa..."
A silver thread connected us as our lips parted, and she stuck out her tongue wistfully, jabbing at the air like she wanted to kiss it too. That sight was enough to shatter my reason. No more experiment bullshit—I couldn't hold back. My cock was already rock-hard and throbbing.
Still holding her, I walked slowly to the deep back corner of the counter. There was a small chair. I gently sat her down. Now her gaze reached my waist. The sweet aftertaste of our first kiss lingered on her lips as she shyly bowed her head. Her petite stature made her even more endearing. Her black hair cascaded forward, hiding her flushed cheeks.
Han Areum and Nam Seohee had known I was loaded, fueling their strong desire to seduce me straight to sex. But Hamster was a whole different case. As I gently lifted her chin for another kiss, something astonishing happened. Hamster started unbuttoning her uniform herself. She was undressing of her own accord. Her cheeks flushed like ripe persimmons, her nape turning pink.
Undressing herself?
Her white skin trembled faintly with each reveal, like a butterfly's wingbeat. A cute bra with lace on pure white. As if prepared just for this moment. But we knew—it was just her everyday wear. That casual choice made it all the more beautiful.
I knelt to match her eye level. Her black hair fell forward, hiding her face in embarrassment. I gently tucked it behind her ear, revealing her pale face. Such a small face. It could fit in my palm with room to spare. The line from forehead to chin was porcelain-smooth. Her waist fit perfectly in my hand. As my fingers traced her cinched curves, her breathing grew ragged. With the sky-blue uniform shed, her near-naked form emerged. In just white lingerie, she was like a watercolor painting. Pale skin, delicate curves, faint blue veins peeking through.
The bra strap slipped down her shoulder. The upper swell of her plump breast appeared, and soon her cute B-cup tits were bared. I scooped her up again, laying her gently on the floor atop her shed uniform shell. Her black hair fanned out like a halo. Fluorescent light bathed her body softly. As I pulled down her panties, her cheeks burned red. She couldn't speak, but her body said it all. A shy tremble at exposing herself for the first time. Thighs clenching unconsciously. And the glistening purity below.
I leaned down slowly, kissing her lips. They were soft and pillowy, like jelly. A flick of my tongue, and her lips parted naturally.
I'm losing it... fuck. So goddamn hot.
The deeper the kiss, the hotter her body grew. Cool skin warming, stiff muscles softening.
"Haa... haa..."
At some point, she stopped with the Joker smile. She beamed at me with a genuine, human grin, kissing and hugging as we embraced. Her pupils quivered. How did such a tiny head hold eyes, nose, and mouth? How could her proportions be this perfect? My hand ventured between her thighs. Silky skin. So pale that my fingerprints left vivid red marks. Her legs were insanely slender—my hand could wrap around with fingers overlapping. Stroking up her thigh lifted her hips slightly. Instinctive response.
Finally, my fingers reached her most secret spot. It was already slick and wet. Her legs trembled at the new sensation. The obedient girl grabbed my wrist in her first show of resistance. I paused. Looking into her eyes, I saw fear.
Is this shell demon scared of her first time?
Pssht... I sprayed Febreze again. The familiar scent reassured her. Slowly, very slowly, I moved my fingers. Gently stimulating her most sensitive area. Her breaths grew rougher. The grip on my wrist loosened; instead, she pulled me into a back hug. My finger finally slipped inside her. So tight and firm. I could clearly feel her hymen. Tears welled in her eyes. I moved my finger back and forth patiently, very slowly, until she was fully soaked inside. Kissing her small lips, stroking her hair with my other hand. Soft flesh and fragile bones that might snap under rough handling. Every move was careful. I felt her insides softening. Heat building, preparing to take my size.
At last, positioning my body between her legs and spreading them, her pupils dilated hugely. Eyes mixed with fear and anticipation.
......
I kissed her forehead and began entering slowly. No words passed between us, but love flowed for sure. Hormones work that way. Love is just oxytocin and dopamine at play. A brain illusion from stimulation. I'd once dreamed of being a neuroscientist—I knew this. The human brain acts smart but folds to hypnosis, gaslighting, hormones. My glans pushed into Hamster's virgin tightness. My experiment was a success.