I've never been on a date.
Whether in reality or the Game World, I'm not a virgin, but I am a lifelong bachelor. After all, I've never had a girlfriend. Romance? I have absolutely no idea what that's about.
And I have no intention of pursuing romance in the future either. Unless the Pleasure World App didn't exist. Having awakened the Pleasure World App, my body has become incapable of being satisfied with just one woman.
Jin Seyoung? I admit she's beautiful. Her figure is top-tier, and her personality isn't bad either.
As a B-Rank Hunter, she's even skilled in combat. But I have no intention of dating her. Sex partner. That's all she'll ever be to me.
If Jin Seyoung refuses me, I'll gladly let her go. Her world is reality, different from this game world.
"Oppa, you have so much money. Why don't you buy a car?" Hera asked as she drove.
For the record, her car was a small foreign model, which she'd bought because she thought it would be convenient to have.
"I prefer riding women to cars. Besides, I don't have a license."
That was true. I was far more interested in women than cars. Oh Junhyeok, on the other hand, seemed to like cars just as much as women.
"Getting a license isn't hard. You can cram the theory the night before the test, and if you pay a little attention during the practical exam, you'll pass easily."
"Well, driving isn't actually that difficult. Lately, I've even found it a bit fun."
"...Wait, Oppa. You said you don't have a license?"
"Just because I don't have a license doesn't mean I can't drive."
"No, no. There's no law saying I can't drive."
"Come on. What's the big deal? If you want, I'll drive. I only bumped into something once, and it was just a gentle tap."
"...I'll drive. I need to practice occasionally to keep my skills sharp."
I had no intention of getting a license in the Game World. It was too much of a hassle. I planned to get one in the real world soon.
"Hera, you're a good driver~"
As I spoke, I placed my hand on her thigh, slipping it under her wrap skirt to stroke her leg.
"Oppa, don't call me Hera in public."
"Then what should I call you?"
"You know my real name."
"Alright, Hyejin."
I welcomed Hera's request. Hearing her real name spoken aloud made her feel like the actress Shin Hyejin.
My hand slid deeper into her inner thigh.
"Oppa, I'm driving. Stop there."
"Just a little caress?"
"No~. Your hands sometimes feel too good."
She was referring to my Sensitivity Enhancement Skill. I occasionally used it on Hera, and each time, she would moan in pleasure.
"I'll just touch you a little."
"I said no. Your hands are too good it's dangerous."
"...Tch."
Hera grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out from under her skirt. Seeing my banished left hand, I pulled out my smartphone.
"Then let's play interview."
"Interview?"
"I'll film and interview you while you drive. Just glance at the camera occasionally."
"Oppa, you're acting weird sometimes. Why are you doing this interview? Are you planning to leak it with a sex tape?"
"I wouldn't do that. I just want to know more about you. And you'll be interviewing me later too."
"...Hmm. Okay, I'll trust you. Our bond is too deep for me to doubt you, right?"
"Exactly. A bond deepened by white liquid."
I started filming. After shooting so much, I could film steadily even with the car's slight vibrations.
"Okay, first question: What's your name?"
"Shin Hyejin."
"Age?"
"29."
In reality, Shin Hyejin was 26, five years older than me. This meant Hera's age differed from Hyejin's. I didn't like this discrepancy, but there was nothing I could do about it.
"Favorite food?"
"Smoked duck."
"What food do you hate?"
"Cheonggukjang. I can't stand strong-smelling foods."
"What bra size are you?"
"D-cup."
I fired off questions at Hera as they came to mind. At first, they were simple and easy to answer, but before I knew it, most had turned into sexually suggestive inquiries.
Hera seemed to be getting slightly aroused by answering the questions.
"Left breast or right breast? Which one is more sensitive?"
"Probably the right one? There's not much difference between them."
"Any body insecurities?"
"My areolas are a bit large? You know that, Oppa. I even considered surgery before."
"Surgery? What kind of crazy talk is that? Your areolas are one of your charms!"
I love Hera's large areolas. Considering the overall size of her breasts, they're not unusually large.
"Oppa really loves breasts."
"My name is Sung Yujin. The 'Sung' in my name means 'sex,' the 'Yu' means 'breast,' and the 'Jin' means 'genuine.' I love real breasts and don't hate fake ones. In Japanese, it's called paizuri."
Of course, this is all bullshit.
The name my parents gave me is Sung Yujin. If you interpret the characters, it roughly means "Become a true scholar."
I heard from my parents that a fortune-teller named me. That guy must have been a quack.
"So, you can tell if my breasts are real or fake?"
"Of course. I've sucked, licked, touched, and squeezed them all. How could I not know?"
I may not be confident about much else, but when it comes to judging women's breasts, I'm an expert.
Since high school, I had meticulously analyzed countless pornographic videos and collected every scrap of information circulating online.
As a result, I developed a keen eye for distinguishing between natural and artificial breasts, as well as accurately assessing breast size.
"Your breasts are real. And they're completely natural, no surgery whatsoever. I know because I've touched them so many times."
Hera chuckled. I continued the interview.
"What's your favorite position?"
"...Hmm. It varies each time... Lately, it's been doggy style?"
"When did you start managing your pubic hair?"
"Pubic hair management? Oh, you mean grooming. About two years ago?
One day it just looked too messy, so I started. But lately, I've been thinking of letting it grow out again."
"Oh, why?"
"I heard that not grooming makes you look more virtuous? Apparently, it seems a bit promiscuous to groom if you're not a celebrity or model."
"Just keep going. What a shame. So, when was your first time?"
"After graduating from university. I met my boyfriend through work, but we broke up after six months."
"Was he bad in bed?"
"...He wasn't as good as you, Oppa. His dick was smaller too. But the real reason we broke up was his personality. I could see him becoming increasingly obsessive."
"How often do you masturbate in a week?"
"I used to do it every day sometimes... but now that I have you, I don't masturbate at all. My pussy doesn't feel anything unless it's your dick."
"Hmm. Can I touch your breasts? We're stopped at a red light."
"...Just until the light changes."
"Ah, Hyejin's breasts. Even through your clothes, I can feel how soft they are. I could touch them forever and never get tired of it."
"...Hngh. O-Oppa, the light's blue. Take your hand off now."
"We're almost at the restaurant. Let me ask one last question. What's the shape, color, and smell of your pussy?"
"...Oppa, you're such a pervert."
"Answer quickly."
"I think my pussy is... normal. I wash it every day, so it shouldn't smell, right?"
"..."
"...Oppa, answer me."
"It doesn't smell."
Hera washes so thoroughly, even using feminine hygiene products, that her pussy never smells.
However, when she's extremely aroused, a slightly lewd scent emanates from her vulva an inevitable consequence of being human. And I remember the smell of Hera's pussy vividly.
"Your dick always smells like chestnut blossoms."
"That's because I cum every day."
For lunch, we had pasta, and in the afternoon, we took a short walk through the streets to help digest.
Hera and I linked arms, looking every bit the couple. I felt a surge of pride as I noticed men glancing at her. A sense of superiority coursed through me.
A beauty like Hera is a rare sight.
After a leisurely stroll, we ducked into a caf and ordered coffee, settling at a table by the glass window overlooking the street. We had originally sat facing each other, but I moved to sit beside her.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Let's kiss," I said.
"Oppa! Wait! This is a cafe !"
"What does the place matter when we're kissing? This table's out of sight from the counter, and there aren't many people around."
"Still... Mmph!"
I grabbed Hera by the shoulders and kissed her. Contrary to her words, she responded actively, her tongue immediately darting into my mouth. I don't consider a kiss without tongue a real kiss that's just a peck.
The bitter taste of coffee lingered on Hera's lips. I reached out and rubbed her full breasts through her clothes. Glancing out the window, I noticed a male college student staring at us or rather, at Hera's breasts, which I was fondling.
Deliberately, I unbuttoned Hera's cardigan, revealing her taut blouse and the subtle outline of her black bra beneath.
Just as I was about to cup one breast and slowly trace circles... a waitress called out to us.
"Excuse me, you can't do that in the cafe ."
I clicked my tongue and pulled away. Hera glared at me and sighed.
After spending some time at the karaoke bar, we went to see a movie.
Perhaps due to the timing, the only decent options were romantic comedies. There was a blockbuster, but I'd already seen it in real life a complete waste of time.
The theater was nearly empty, it being a weekday and the movie not particularly popular.
This is fucking boring.
The actors' performances were good, but the story itself was predictable. There was hardly any physical intimacy between the male and female leads, and the comedy was worse than the variety show that aired every Sunday.
Even trying to endure it had its limits.
Eventually, I reached over and gently stroked Hera's thigh.
"..."
Her slender hand, which had been resting in her lap, moved to caress my thigh. Like me, Hera clearly wasn't enjoying the movie much either.
"You discovered the joys of sex after meeting me," she purred.
I couldn't restrain myself any longer.
My hand boldly slipped beneath her skirt, wedging between her tightly pressed thighs and gently spreading them apart. I swear I didn't force it.
Invading the space beneath her skirt, I felt the heat intensify as my hand moved deeper. Soon, I encountered her panties.
I rubbed my palm over her vulva, feeling its shape through the fabric.
Hera didn't simply submit. She unzipped my fly and slipped her hand inside. Her slightly cool hand gently stroked the front of my briefs, causing blood to rush to my cock.
I won't lose.
Feeling a strange competitive urge, I activated the Sensitivity Enhancement Skill.
"...Ugh."
Hera moaned, her hand freezing in place. With the skill active, I focused my attention on her clitoris area through her panties.
I felt moisture on my hand as the fabric rapidly became soaked. At that point, I deactivated the Sensitivity Enhancement Skill.
As expected, the Sensitivity Enhancement Skill never disappoints.
"O-Oppa... Do it properly... Hurry."
"Do what properly?" I asked with a sly grin.
Hera wasn't new to this situation. She knew what I wanted without me having to say it.
She glanced around briefly. We were sitting in the very back row, and the other couples were more than ten meters away.
"Oppa, use your fingers to... fuck my pussy. I can't take it anymore..."
"Huh? Whose pussy?"
"...Put your fingers in Hyejin's pussy."
"Let's see. Hyejin's pussy... Ah, here it is."
I gently lifted Hera's wet panties and shifted them aside. The heat and moisture of her pussy radiated through my palm. I cupped my hand over it, vividly feeling its shape.
Beneath the neatly trimmed hair, I felt her hardened clitoris, soft labia minora, and the pussy lips slick with vaginal fluid.
"Oppa, what are you doing...?"
Hera writhed against me. When I didn't move my hand, she began rocking her hips herself, trying to intensify the sensation.
"I guess I have no choice."
She inserted her index and middle fingers into her damp cavern.