Gym Reception Babe
It's been quite a while since I last had sex, and I'm starting to feel that itch, you know? [Proficiency: 33%]
My proficiency had been climbing a bit, but now it feels like it's hit a plateau. Every 5% increase unlocks a power enhancement or a new ability, so yeah, I really need to bump that up soon.
Damn, I do.
"Welcome!"
Lost in those kinds of thoughts, I head into the gym, and there's the ever-pretty receptionist girl smiling warmly at me like always.
"Hi."
"You're here today, huh."
"Haha, yeah, I had some stuff going on yesterday."
I flash an awkward grin. And then—
"Oh, thank goodness. Yeah, I'm quitting after today."
"Huh? For real?"
"Yeah, for real."
For real?!
I've been biding my time, thinking I'd eventually fuck her someday, and now she's quitting out of nowhere?! Yesterday I was thinking it was a miracle she was still here—what the hell is this, a bolt from the blue?!
If she's quitting after today, that means I just have to fuck her today. Done.
"Still, it's a place I've worked at for a while, so it's kinda sad to leave," she says with a bright smile.
Watching her, I steel my resolve.
Time Manipulation.
‘Time Manipulation’ has been activated.
Seeing the receptionist frozen mid-chatter in front of me, I continue pondering.
"Should I use Target Designation? Or nah?"
I can just rewind with Regression anyway, so it doesn't really matter. But since she's quitting so suddenly, using my powers feels a bit iffy—gotta save my uses.
"Still, I really wanna see her moaning and writhing."
No matter how long I mull it over, I can't decide.
For now, I'll strip her and grope while I think. I neatly unbutton her blouse, always so prim and proper.
"Why's she quitting all of a sudden? Did she get a real job? But she seemed more like full-time staff than just part-time help, and she's drop-dead gorgeous."
Whatever, if I fuck her today before she quits, problem solved.
"Makes sense. Jobs aren't easy."
With her blouse wide open, I peel off her bra and fondle those soft tits.
Ahh, it's been too long—this is some serious healing.
After days of nothing but hassle, this hits different.
"Healing is best with tits, after all."
Too bad the other employee nearby is a guy. Would've been nice if it was a woman. One girl, one guy—bet they're banging on the side, huh?
"I'd rather not NTR anymore..."
Anyway, time to decide whether to use my powers.
Should I activate it so I can hear her moans while we fuck and then rewind? Or just do her solo-style and call it a day?
I can't decide.
Well, if they have any decency, they won't show up.
Target Designation, receptionist.
‘Target Designation’ has been activated.
It's been a while since my last fuck, so I couldn't resist wanting to hear her moans. That desire won out.
"Wh-what the hell... what are you doing right now?!"
The moment I see her dazed, unfocused eyes, I wonder if I made a mistake. Maybe I should cancel Target Designation even now...? She wouldn't know if I backed out and rewound...
"Hmm, just groping your tits...?"
"Who asked you to touch my tits?!"
A sharp, biting tone comes out of her—something I've never heard before. She's always so sweet-voiced, so this feels fresh.
"Don't worry. This is just a dream."
"Huh? What nonsense is—"
"Look around you. Am I talking crazy?"
She gives me a suspicious look, glances around, and her face twists in confusion.
"Why... no, what the hell is this...?"
The male coworker who'd been working right next to her is frozen in an awkward pose. The gym-goers wandering around are all stuck mid-stride.
"See? I told you. It's a dream."
I squeeze her tit a little harder.
"Even if it's a dream, why would I be... with a member like you...?"
"Who knows? Dreams reflect the subconscious, right?"
I spout bullshit casually while rolling her light brown nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
"Hngh... d-don't... stop..."
She's telling me to stop, but her expression's different now. Before, she looked at me like I was crazy. Now, there's a hint of pent-up lust in her eyes.
"How backed-up do you have to be to dream about fucking a gym member? At your workplace, no less."
I flick the nipple with my finger, toy with it, then gently nibble it—not hard enough to hurt.
"Hnnngh... ah, no... that's not... ahh...!"
*Slurp—schlup—*
She seems to have accepted it's a dream. Her body stops resisting and starts taking in the pleasure.
"Haa... ahh... ngh..."
I hike up her tight H-line skirt and stroke her thighs through the stockings.
"Haa..."
The smooth feel of her straight legs combined with the unique texture of the stockings creates this intoxicating sensation. I never got it before, but now I kinda understand why stocking fetishists are into this.
"Hnn... ngh..."
I tap her legs to spread them, and they part slightly.