for Advance Chapter
There is an original character named Masumi Kamuro.
She’s a female character in Class A characterized by her lustrous purple hair.
In the original work, she was seen shoplifting and ended up following a female character named Arisu Sakayanagi because she held that weakness against her—but I decided to intervene there.
In other words, I took the position of the one holding the weakness.
Even though I knew the event itself would happen, I didn’t know the timing and struggled, but I succeeded in intercepting the event.
All that’s left is to bring it to the typical “I’ve got your weakness.
You don’t want the school to find out, right?
You know what to do, don’t you?
Hehe” development.
With a normal character, even if you successfully grab their weakness, whether they follow you depends on the random number generator.
Especially for the current Kasuga Kuzu, whose stats are also low.
If the opponent were someone like Suzune Horikita, for example, it would never work—but with Masumi Kamuro, it’s a different story.
She possesses a certain innate skill.
It’s a skill called “Self-Destruction Desire.”
Just as the name implies, she has self-destructive desires and will take action based on probability.
It wasn’t that she had a particular shoplifting habit or that she wanted alcohol; the skill was probably set because she committed shoplifting for such reasons.
Anyway, Masumi Kamuro has a nature that is attracted to self-destructive developments.
That’s why the initial threat alone will work.
I was confident in that.
And as it turned out exactly that way, I became more convinced that this was indeed a world close to the content of that game.
“Ngh, haah…
haah, enough…
give it a rest…
ngh!”
”I’m listening to your request and settling for a handjob.
You’re going to stay with me until I’m satisfied.”
”Until you’re satisfied…
I mean, ah…
how long is that…
ungh.”
”Until I’m satisfied means until I’m satisfied.”
This is my room.
Having succeeded in bringing her here, I threatened her into agreeing to have sexual relations.
One of the skill effects of “Playboy” is that it makes it easier to lead into R-18 developments; that probably has an influence as well—so far, things are going as planned.
However, the problem starts here.
The skill effect of “Playboy” only makes events more likely to occur and doesn’t provide any guarantees for what follows.
The same goes for Kamuro’s “Self-Destruction Desire.”
No matter how much of a “Self-Destruction Desire” she has, if I take it further to actual sex from here, there’s a high possibility she will fight back.
Even if she has self-destructive desires, there is, in a way, a limit.
That’s why I offered a deal to Kamuro.
In exchange for not making the evidence of the shoplifting public, we would engage in sexual acts.
However, regarding sex itself, it would not be done without consent.
Masumi Kamuro is excellent.
After all, she is a student of Class A; her stats are different from the current me.
If she fought back seriously, I would probably just lose.
That’s why I promised acts within a range that would not exceed the tolerance limit of her “Self-Destruction Desire” skill.
This way, it will pass without a problem.
In fact, Kamuro agreed to that promise, and she is holding up her skirt as I ordered, silently receiving my handjob.
“Ngh, ah…
ah, ah…
what is…
this…
ngh, h-how is this…
fun?”
”It’s fun to see a good woman like you gasping like that, isn’t it?”
”D-don’t be…
ngh, nnnngh!
Ugh, ah…
hah.”
She’s resisting in words, but there’s no sign of her fighting back.
This is because it’s still within the tolerance limit of her “Self-Destruction Desire.”
I must grow by using Masumi Kamuro as a teaching material, while paying close attention not to exceed that limit.
In order to survive this world of meritocracy as a “Playboy.”
Her thigh-length purple hair tied in a long ponytail on the right side with bangs swept to the right side was slightly disheveled, long silky strands sticking to her flushed, porcelain-smooth cheeks as her slender, toned body trembled against the wall of my room.
I had her skirt lifted high, the fabric bunched up around her narrow waist, fully exposing her smooth, pale thighs and the delicate white panties that were already soaked through with her unwilling arousal, the thin fabric clinging transparently to her puffy outer lips.
My fingers moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the outline of her slick, glistening slit through the drenched material before slipping underneath to caress her bare, puffy folds—soft, warm, and dripping with thick, clear nectar.
The heat radiating from her core was intense, her swollen pussy lips parted slightly under my touch, revealing the pink, glistening inner flesh.
I circled her throbbing clit with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her hips twitch involuntarily, then slid two fingers along her tight entrance, teasing the velvety hole without fully penetrating yet, spreading her abundant juices that coated my digits in a shiny layer.
Each stroke made her slick nectar flow more freely, the wet, obscene squelching sounds of my fingers gliding over her slippery, sensitive flesh filling the quiet room alongside her suppressed, breathy moans.
“Nnngh…
haa…
it’s…
too much…” she whimpered, her sharp violet eyes half-lidded in reluctant ecstasy, her full lips trembling as I gently pinched her swollen clit between my fingers, rolling it slowly with precise pressure.
Her long, athletic legs shook, knees threatening to buckle, but she kept her hands pressed flat against the wall for support, refusing to push me away even as her body betrayed her with another heavy gush of warm, sticky nectar that trickled down her inner thighs.
I leaned in closer, my breath brushing against her delicate ear while my free hand reached up to squeeze one of her soft, perky D-cup breasts through her tight uniform blouse, feeling the hardened nipple poking stiffly against the thin material, rolling it between my fingers.
“Look at how wet you’re getting, Kamuro.
Your body’s honest even if your mouth isn’t.
This tight little pussy is clenching around my fingers like it wants more—your slick walls are sucking on them greedily.”
She bit her full lower lip hard, trying to stifle another cry as I finally pushed one finger inside her hot, velvety depths, feeling the ridged inner walls grip me tightly like a vice.
I pumped it in and out slowly at first, savoring the way her pussy fluttered and squeezed, then added a second finger, stretching her narrow channel while my thumb continued its relentless assault on her engorged clit.
Her inner muscles pulsed and clenched rhythmically, drawing my fingers deeper as her hips began to rock subtly against my hand despite her protests, her pale thighs quivering with each thrust.
The thick intrusion forced her tight entrance to stretch wide around my fingers, creating a visible bulge in her lower belly with every deep push, her velvety walls rippling and spasming as they tried to accommodate the invading digits.
“Ahh…
ngh!
D-don’t…
move them like that…
haaah!” Her gasps grew louder, more desperate, her silky purple ponytail swaying as she shook her head, strands plastered to her sweat-glistened neck and collarbone.
Clear, viscous fluids dripped copiously down my wrist now, her arousal evident in the glistening, shiny trails running down her smooth inner thighs and pooling slightly on the floor.
I curled my fingers upward, searching for that sensitive spongy spot inside her, and when I found it, I rubbed firmly and steadily, watching her violet eyes widen in shock and her mouth fall open in a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure, her perky breasts heaving with ragged breaths as her pussy gushed fresh waves of slick juice around my pumping fingers.
The lewd squelching noises grew louder and wetter as I fingered her faster, my palm slapping lightly and rhythmically against her mound with each deep thrust, her swollen clit throbbing hotly under my thumb.
I could feel her approaching the edge, her breathing turning into short, frantic pants, her toned stomach tightening visibly.
Yet she still held back from fully surrendering, the self-destructive thrill of the situation keeping her compliant even as overwhelming pleasure threatened to break her proud resolve.
I didn’t stop, continuing to edge her skillfully—slowing down whenever she got too close, then speeding up again to keep her teetering on the brink, her pussy gushing fresh waves of slick juice with every denial.
“Good girl…
keep making those cute sounds for me.
We’re just getting started with your training—your tight, dripping cunt is learning to crave my touch already.”
Her body arched sharply, a fresh, heavy wave of warm slickness flooding my hand as another involuntary, throaty moan escaped her trembling lips, the explicit sounds of her sopping wet pussy echoing lewdly in the room while I savored every twitch, clench, and squirt of her heated, developing flesh.