I stare at the blue window.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZING]
Orgasm achieved.
Succubus UI is now operational.
My chest rises and falls too fast. Skin still flushed. Fingers still slick. The small breasts on my chest lift and fall with every shaky breath.
This… isn’t disappearing.
I sit up slowly. The sheet slides down my body and cool air hits my bare nipples, making them tighten instantly. The sensation is so sharp it almost hurts.
I reach up with one hand and pinch the inside of my arm hard.
Pain flares, clean and real.
I look at the digital clock on the nightstand. The numbers are sharp. Stable. They don’t swim or change the way they do in dreams.
No.
No, no, no…
I pinch myself again, harder this time, twisting the soft skin of my inner thigh. It hurts. It stays. The room doesn’t dissolve. This body doesn’t fade.
I’m not dreaming.
I’m actually in this girl’s body.
I’m a girl right now.
The realization lands like a weight in my stomach.
I look around the room with new eyes. Simple furniture. A half-open closet with clothes that clearly aren’t mine. A phone charging on the nightstand. A second door that might lead to a hallway… or to someone else’s room.
My blood runs cold.
I don’t know if she lives alone.
The thought is sudden and terrifying. I have no idea if someone else is in this apartment right now. A roommate. A boyfriend. A girlfriend. Family. Anyone. I don’t even know what city I’m in. I don’t know what day it is. I don’t know if this girl is supposed to be somewhere right now, or if someone is about to walk through that door and ask her why she’s sitting naked on the bed looking like she just saw a ghost.
I grab the phone with trembling fingers. The screen lights up asking for a passcode I don’t know. A few notifications sit at the top of the screen, but the names mean nothing to me.
I don’t know who her friends are.
I don’t know if she’s seeing someone.
I don’t know what she does.
I don’t know anything.
My breathing gets shallower. The small, unfamiliar body I’m trapped in suddenly feels even more fragile. I pull the sheet up over my chest like it can protect me, but it does nothing. Every sound from outside the room, a distant car, a pipe settling, the faint hum of a refrigerator makes my heart jump.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
As if answering the thought, the blue window expands. New text appears, clean and cold.
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
Host knowledge of current life: Critically insufficient.
Functionality impaired.
Offer available.
A second panel slides open beneath it.
[CORE MEMORY PACKAGE]
Contents:
– General information of occupied body
– Names and relationships of closest friends
– Current occupation / studies
– General weekly schedule
– Key practical knowledge for short-term survival
Price:
Achieve orgasm using only nipple stimulation.
No touching between the legs allowed.
Accept? [Y/N]
I stare at the words.
It wants me to… what?
My face burns. The request is so specific, so intimate, that it makes my stomach twist. Rubbing my clit is one thing. I’ve already done that thinking it's a dream. But just teasing my nipples until I come?
This is insane.
I’m a guy.
I shouldn’t even have a clit or these tits.
And now I have to sit here and play with my nipples like some kind of….
I stop the thought. My eyes flick toward the closed door again.
I can’t leave this room. I don’t know who’s out there. I don’t know anything. If I try to walk out right now I could destroy her life, my life now, in five seconds.
The System window waits, patient and silent.
I close my eyes. My heart is still hammering. The body I’m in feels too warm, too sensitive, too real. After a long moment, I let out a shaky breath and whisper:
“…Yes.”
The window chimes softly.
I sit back against the headboard, the sheet still tangled around my hips. My hands are unsteady when I lift them. I cup the small breasts first, just feeling how soft and wrong and real they are, then carefully take both nipples between my fingers.
“Mmmnh….”
This is so fucked…
I’m really doing this.
Thirty minutes ago I didn’t even have nipples like these.
Thirty minutes ago I was still a guy.
How the fuck is this supposed to work?
I roll them once, gently.
A sharp little spark jumps through me.
“Uh…”
I freeze. That actually felt good. I do it again, a little firmer. The spark gets warmer. I pinch and tug experimentally, still half-expecting nothing to happen. Instead the sensation builds with every pull, strange and concentrated and completely new.
This can’t be real.
I only woke up like this half an hour ago and came a recently.
Why does it already feel this strong?
I keep going, twisting harder, pulling further. Soft, confused sounds start leaving my mouth. My hips shift without permission. Heat is gathering between my legs even though I’m not touching myself there, and the emptiness is already driving me crazy.
Almost on instinct one hand leaves my chest and slides down, desperate to touch my clit the way I did the first time.
The second my fingertips brush the swollen nub, a sharp electric zap cracks across my fingers.
“Ah….!”
I jerk my hand back like I’ve been burned. The System window flares bright.
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
Quest requirements: Nipples Only.
Violation detected.
Further contact with genitals will result in corrective feedback.
I stare at the message, heart slamming.
It can stop me.
It can actually stop me from touching myself.
The System has more control over this body than I thought. I can’t think about that right now. I need the package. I need to know who I am.
I force both hands back to my chest, breathing hard.
I start again, clumsier this time, pinching and rolling and tugging with growing urgency. The more pressure I use, the stronger the sparks become. Soft, continuous moans spill out of me. My thighs press together and the friction against my bare, neglected folds feels ridiculously good and completely wrong at the same time.
“Nnh… fuck… why does this feel so good already…”
I keep going. Twisting. Stretching. The pleasure is building in a slow, concentrated spiral that feels nothing like the first orgasm and somehow even more intense. My hips rock against nothing. The sheet slips lower. I’m getting wetter by the second and I still can’t touch.
I need more.
I roll onto my stomach, face pressed into the pillow, ass lifted in the air without really deciding to. The position leaves me completely open. Cool air brushes over my soaked folds and the exposure itself makes me whimper. Being presented like this, empty, dripping, untouched, feels filthy and terrifying and amazing all at once.
I reach both hands under my chest, find my nipples again, and pull hard.
“Fuu…!”
I keep the tension, rolling and tugging in time with the helpless way my hips are pushing back against empty air. The friction of my thighs rubbing together is the only relief I have and it’s not enough. The coil in my lower belly tightens and tightens until it feels like it’s going to break me.
One final, brutal squeeze and pull on both nipples at once.
The orgasm rips through me.
“Ahhh…!”
I come with a raw, high scream, face buried in the pillow, ass still raised and shaking hard as wave after wave crashes over me. My empty pussy clenches around nothing, pulsing wildly, while the pleasure keeps rolling through my chest and down my spine. Soft, broken sounds keep spilling out of me long after the peak starts to fade.
I collapse flat onto the mattress, trembling, nipples throbbing, the sheet beneath me damp.
Thirty minutes ago I was still a guy.
Now I just came from nothing but my nipples, ass in the air, screaming into a stranger’s pillow.
The blue window chimes softly.
[CORE MEMORY PACKAGE – DELIVERED]
Information floods in.
Not like words on a screen. Like sudden, solid knowledge that settles into place as if it had always been there. This body, this girl’s name is Ana, I know the names of her two closest friends. I know she is a graduate student, and she's a graphic design assistant at the university where she gets her paycheck which she lives off of. I know the general shape of her week. I know she lives alone.
The last part makes my shoulders sag with relief.
She lives alone.
No one’s coming through that door. No one is going to see me like this...
I slowly release my nipples and lower both hands into my lap. My body is still humming. My mind feels crowded with new information that doesn’t belong to me, yet is now mine to use.
The blue window fades out of my vision.
I sit on the edge of the bed in the quiet apartment, naked, spent, and a little more trapped than I was ten minutes ago.
Because now I understand something clearly:
The System will keep offering solutions.
And every single one of them will have a price.