“Ah, aahn!
Th-this…
why, like this…
ah, aah…!”
As expected, this world seems to be the world of the game.
I thought so while watching the figure of Kamuro gasping as if reacting to the movements of my fingers—her beautiful purple-haired head tilted back slightly, sharp features twisted in reluctant ecstasy, pale skin glowing with a deep blush that spread down her neck to the tops of her perky breasts.
Her thigh-length purple hair, tied in a long ponytail on the right side with bangs swept to the right side, swayed with every shudder, the silky strands catching the light as they brushed against her flushed cheeks and delicate collarbone.
There is something I’ve understood by caressing her body like this; I have a sensation as if I am gradually coming to understand Kamuro’s body.
It is possible to surmise this phenomenon.
I am probably “developing” her.
It’s that thing often set in eroge.
Where “development values” are set for each part of the body, and those values rise when sexual stimulation is applied there.
I can understand that intuitively.
At this point, it’s probably around 30%.
Kamuro was a complete virgin and hadn’t undergone much sexual development.
Even so, being able to raise the value this much in such a short time is likely thanks to “Playboy” and my stats specialized in sexual techniques.
“Hey now, gasping this much.
You must have been comforting yourself on a regular basis, haven’t you?
A lewd woman, despite how your face looks.”
“Th-that’s not…
I…
I’m not like…
hyan!”
Just now, I had the sensation that the “Shame” status had risen.
As I thought, this world is somewhat game-like.
It’s not realistic, so to speak.
But, well, whatever.
That doesn’t matter.
I was hooked on this sensation.
The feeling that I am gradually obtaining her body—it’s very addictive.
It makes me want to develop her more and more.
Lips, tongue, throat, neck, ears, chest, nipples, armpits, and even the sense of smell, sense of taste, and of course, the parts subdivided down to the vagina, uterus, and anus.
The impulse to develop all those parts and make the woman fall.
Is this also an adverse effect of the “Playboy” skill?
Even if it is, there is no path forward for me but this one.
The more I develop, the more women I make fall, the more experience points I can acquire.
In normal play, it’s not that much, but regarding “Playboy,” it’s exceptional; the more you make them fall, the more your stats improve, and the “Playboy” skill is also strengthened, making it easier to make the next target fall.
In other words, how much experience I can gain using Masumi Kamuro will greatly affect my future prospects.
That’s why I will continue to develop her body.
Within the range Kamuro allowed, I will carefully awaken her sensations as a woman.
Thoroughly.
Utterly and completely.
As an experimental subject—for learning how to use the skill.
I do feel some guilt.
I want her to somehow forgive me for that by making her feel good.
“Phew…
ah…
ngh…!
This…
ah, how long…
ah…
ngh!
You…
don’t you get tired of it…
ah!”
“There’s no way I’d get tired of it, right?
There aren’t many women who gasp ‘an-an’ like this.
I think you have talent, Kamuro.”
“D-don’t be…
ngh!
Nnn…!
Ah…
…phew.”
“I’m not being silly.
Look at this thick love juice.
To get this wet from being touched so forcefully?”
“That’s…
that…”
When I showed her my dripping wet right hand—coated thickly with her glossy, stringy nectar—Kamuro looked away in embarrassment, her violet eyes averted, long purple lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks, her full lips pressed into a thin line of shame.
“If you’re saying you’re not lewd, is it because of my technique?
Does that mean it felt that good?”
“Ha, like I’d feel anything from the technique of a guy like you—hyan!”
“That’s why I’m saying, it’s a fact that you’re wet like this, isn’t it?
Becoming so hot and tightening around my finger so hard.
It’s obvious you’re feeling it.
So, that leaves only two options: either you’re lewd or it’s because of my technique, right?
No, as a third option, it’s possible that it’s both.”
Teasing Kamuro as if mocking her, I resumed the handjob.
Perhaps because she had relaxed when I pulled out once, my fingertip slid deep inside with a loud, wet squelch, her tight walls parting easily around the intrusion, stretching her narrow entrance wide as the thick fingers forced their way deeper into her slick, fluttering heat.