Game Start!

Moving the thumb to the middle of her lip, he pressed down on it.

'What is he doing?' Shinju wondered; her heart was racing a thousand times per second already and the way he was tendering touching her lips didn't help.

If it was her boyfriend, perhaps this sweet touch of warmth would've felt nice but because it was someone who was the exact opposite, it felt like he was applying poison to her lip.

'!!!' she was shocked when he suddenly pushed his thumb into her mouth.

She didn't know what to do with it there so she remained completely still like a deer caught in headlights.

As her saliva wrapped around his thumb, he moved it to the side of her mouth where the soft and warm inner cushion was. He kept pulling as far as he could and her mouth had no choice but to open up.

'Is he trying to humiliate me?' Shinju wondered. 

It was already cruel enough that he was "forcing" her to have sex with him in exchange for Hitoshi's safety. He also wanted to embarrass her by making her make ugly faces.

'How can one be this evil? Is he the devil? Did the devil leave Hell and take the form of this man?!'

Contrary to what she was thinking, Yasuo was distracted by the screen that appeared before him and his thumb had moved on its own.

[Game Start!]

[Player 1: Otsuka Yasuo] [Player 2: Nakatanji Shinju]

[Goals: Make her orgasm 5x. Forget about her boyfriend temporarily. Have her call you "Daddy". Reach 20% love.]

[Reward: Per 1% increase in love, 1 hour added to your remaining life.]

[Punishment for Failure: -2 days in remaining life.]

[Time: 4:00]

Not only was two days almost a death sentence, but the fact that he wasn't even given the option of whether or not to start the "game" temporarily pulled Yasuo out of character.

'I got four hours to work with? Now there's really no way for me to turn back from this. Sorry, Hitoshi. Blame it on the system. Not me. Well... I guess you can blame me as well.'

Shinju was wondering what he was doing to her and why he wasn't saying or doing anything other than playing with her mouth for almost a minute.

She felt confused; even if this was her first time, she could tell that this wasn't typically how things went unless — this was what Yasuo was into.

But according to rumors spread around school and gossip she heard from her friends, this wasn't the kind of person he was in bed. He was forceful, treating the girl more like an object than a partner. There was no foreplay and he just wanted to penetrate the girls, bust a nut, then call it a day after taking a picture for his personal collection.

Before her confusion could grow any further, he pulled his thumb out and stood up which surprised her a little bit and she jolted a little, causing her to fall flat onto the floor and her legs kicked up into the air.

"..."

As her face turned bright red Shinju could only imagine how foolish she looked.

"Get up. If we're going to do this, then we're going to do it my way," Yasuo said as he took off his jacket and tossed it aside.

"...Yes," she muttered as she picked herself off the floor and stood up.

Walking forward, he stopped just mere inches away from her but they were close enough that her large breasts were touching his body.

Looking down at her, he asked even though he knew the answer, "Is this your first time?"

"...Yes," she answered begrudgingly. 

Why did he have to ask that question? It only made the guilt she was already feeling grow even further.

[-1 Love]

[-1 Love]

[-1 Love]

[Orgasm: 0/5]

[Forget About Boyfriend: Incomplete]

[Call You "Daddy": Incomplete]

[Love: -28%]

On the left of his vision was a tracker that was constantly displaying the goals he needed to achieve for success.

The last time he had checked her character page, she had been at -20% love so the fact that only three more had dropped but was already at -28% meant that her hatred for him had grown even more between then and now.

She was avoiding his eyes, and he grabbed her chin, turned, and lifted it up simultaneously so that it was facing him.

"How about a kiss? Have you kissed before?" he asked.

"...Yeah. We have."

"Really? Good for him," Yasuo said genuinely but given the context, it didn't come as nothing more than a sarcastic comment that was belittling Hitoshi.

[-1 Love]

"Kiss me," he ordered. 

"W-what? No. W-why would I kiss you?"

"Hahaha. So you're willing to have sex with me but not a kiss?" he asked her.

Logically, his words made sense but for some reason, even though Shinju was revolted at the idea of losing her first time to him, the idea of kissing him was far more disgusting. 

"N-no kisses."

"Fine. No kisses," he nodded.

[+1 Love]

If he wanted to, he could've ordered her to kiss him by threatening her that he was going to leave and call everything quits if she didn't however, he had a plan.

When his hand moved towards her, she wanted to flinch but stopped herself. She thought that if she kept flinching and showing her fear, he would only find the experience even more enjoyable like the pervert that he is.

She didn't want to give him any more sense of satisfaction than necessary.

This was the least she could do in the name of "revenge".

Yasuo had grabbed her red bow tie and untied it.

"Take off your jacket," he ordered.

As she was doing what he said, he was taking her bow tie and was tying one end of it to his necktie that he had removed from his uniform.

'What is he doing?' a confused and scared Shinju pondered as she dropped her jacket to the floor.

Just as she was about to start unbuttoning her shirt, he stopped her. "I'll do it myself."

Biting down on the ties that were now linked together to create this makeshift rope, he leaned forward and began unbuttoning her one button at a time; even though he had a time limit, he was taking his sweet time, taking the moment to gaze intensely at her eyes.

Even though her eyes would divert and look away, they would occasionally return to place and their eyes would meet.

'W-what is he doing?'

"Gulp."

The sight of a handsome man glaring at you while unbuttoning your shirt was an intense one that was amplified even further with the tie in his mouth.

[+1 Love]

'Is this why she's only F+ rank? That rank must be about the difficulty of conquering her if she's faltering at something like this.'

When the last button was removed, her white shirt opened up, revealing her bare skin and her white bra that cupped her watermelons that were screaming to be freed.

Taking off her shirt, he didn't look away for one second as he tossed it aside.

Grabbing the ties in his mouth, he said, "No kisses. Does that apply to the rest of your body as well or just your lips?"

And before she could respond, he kissed her ear, then the side of her neck, then the trapezius, the part between her neck and shoulder.

His kisses were very light pecks. His lips were soft and smooth.

Every time his lips touched her, a repulsive warmth would briefly stain her body. 

'...' even Shinju's mind was empty.

[-1 Love] 

[+1 Love]

[+1 Love]

[-1 Love]

As his pecks traveled around her body, including her arm which he held by his face while staring into her soul, she was conflicted.

Why was he being so intimate?

Why was he staring at her like that?

She couldn't see the predatory eyes she was expecting. Well, that wasn't entirely true. It was still there but it was almost mixed with this other pair of eyes. A pair belonging to a deep lover.

She wasn't entirely wrong about her gut feelings; the current Yasuo was a mixture of the original and the soul that was in the boy who was a "lover" lover before he died.

In between all of her kisses, she hadn't even noticed that he had tied the ties around her neck.

When he pulled out, pulling her forward and into his body, that was when she finally noticed the leash placed on her.

"W-what's this?" she asked, about to grab the tie and remove it.

"Did I say that you could touch it?" Yasuo asked as he pulled it again. "Bad girl."

"...What are you doing? T-t-this isn't what I signed up for," she said while trying her hardest to look angry; however, unbeknownst to her, her face was getting flushed at the idea of being treated like a dog.

It was almost like he knew about one of her kinks before even she did.

Oh wait, he did.

"Don't make this any harder on yourself than it has to be. I already listened to your no-kisses request. Don't forget who's in charge at the moment. Hint, it isn't the person who needs this. Who was that again? Who was it that wanted me to stop bullying their boyfriend? Hmm..."

"...Fine," she grunted.

[+1 Love]

[+1 Love]

She was acting like the choice was out of her hands and yet, the notification was betraying her.

"Get down on your knees," he commanded with the leash in his hands.

[+1 Love]

Once she did as he said, he sat down on the sofa and gestured for her to crawl her way over to him. She had already done this once before. It should be easier the second time around.

However, that wasn't the case. Last time, there was no leash around her neck. And last time, the mood wasn't this — sensual.

As he watched her slowly making her way over to him, he made sure to give her "compliments":

"That's right. Good girl. Yep. Keep coming. Keep coming. Good girl. Goooood girl."

'He's really treating me like a dog! I-I hate this man so much!' she screamed internally.

[+1 Love]

* * *

Half an hour had passed.

Shinju was starting to lose her mind; everything happening was obviously a first for her so she was confused and her body, unaccustomed to this level of intimacy was unable to resist the gentleness of Yasuo's touches as he explored her body.

Even though she didn't think it, nor did she dare to think it out of preservation of her mental health, at least what remained of it — her body had a mind of its own.

And what was it saying?

It was saying that it was aroused. The touches that felt like insects crawling on her skin at first now felt tender and comfortable.

Deep down inside, she wanted more.

She was frustrated; although feeling good, she subconsciously wanted to go to the next step. It almost felt like pleasurable torment that Yasuo hadn't done anything more than foreplay for over half an hour.

[Orgasm: 0/5]

[Forget About Boyfriend: Incomplete]

[Call You "Daddy": Incomplete]

[Love: 0%]

He hadn't made much progress toward the goals, yet he was patient because he knew it was better to start with a strong foundation than to build a weak one quickly as it'd be harder to build up long-term.

Thankfully, just foreplay alone was enough to get her love meter to 0% which he assumed was the equivalent of indifference, neither hate nor love.

He could sense it.

Any time now, Shinju's mask would crack, and rather than him being the one to initiate the next step, it would be her.

She had been laid down on the table in the living room; with her legs spread open, Yasuo was kissing her thighs. Each kiss was short and sweet but the kisses were constant.

Her white panties that matched her bra were still on and with her skirt covering Yasuo's head, she couldn't see him and could only feel his lips and the flow of his breaths that traveled along her skin.

"Haaa~ Haah~" she was trying her hardest not to make any noise indicating her satisfaction but she couldn't hold all of them back.

'Why is he doing this to me? Wasn't it supposed to be a quick ordeal?' she wondered. 

Why was he taking his time, treating her so tenderly?

And even when he would apply some force, pulling on the leash around her neck, he didn't just give her the stick but would also some carrots.

She was starting to reach her limit.

Her cup had slowly been filling up with water with each kiss and with a little more push, it was ready to overfill and explode.

She wanted it. No, she needed it.

Years of pent-up sexual tension had piled up over the years, and because she agreed to wait for marriage before having sex, that tension was quite a large sum.

Now she had an outlet to release all of that tension and even though the outlet was a detestable one, that moment of euphoric release was in her grasp and she couldn't help but have this primal desire of achieving it.

When he kissed the part of her soaking panties where her untouched pink flaps were on the other side, she couldn't hold it any longer and said in a voice so quiet that she was basically trying to keep it a secret, "Put... it in."

Even though Yasuo, who was naturally a physical specimen in the upper echelons including his senses, heard what she said — he pretended that he didn't and continued kissing her panties.

A little louder but still quiet, she said, "Put it in already."

This time, he pulled himself off of her, and as the skirt draped back down onto her legs, he looked at her while licking his lips where some of her juices were sitting.

"Did you say something?" he asked, feigning ignorance with even a head tilt for theatrics.

Turning her head away, she was too embarrassed and ashamed to meet his gaze. She grumbled, "...I know you heard me."

"I'm afraid that I haven't," he said before pulling on the leash, pulling Shinju's torso off the table, forcing her to sit up and look at him. "Repeat it properly so I can hear it this time."

"...I said..."

"Hmm?"

"I-I-I said..."

"What? What did you say?"

The words were stuck in her throat.

"..."

"Say it."

"...Uh..."

"I said to say it," he commanded as he pulled on the leash even more, causing their faces to be mere inches away from each other. She could feel his breath and he could feel hers. "If you want it, say it," he whispered into her ears.

'This evil man! He knows what I said! H-he just wants to embarrass me further!'

If it had been half an hour ago, then she wouldn't have indulged in any extracurricular activities but after all of that teasing and touching, there were a few more cracks in her wall than before.

"I... I..."

"Yes?"

"I... uh..."

"Come on. Cat got your tongue?"

Unable to bear it any longer, she screamed, "I want you to put it in me already!"

"...Hahaha," Yasuo laughed. "Put what in you?"

She glared at him with tears in both eyes, informing him that he was pushing her too far on the cliff.

[-1 Love]

"Just kidding," he said as he yanked on the leash, pulling her face towards his. He whispered with his soft but hoarse voice, "Good girl."

"...Gulp."