13

Before he could mentally rehearse how to behave in front of Katashi Kurica, his phone buzzed. Instinctively, he pulled it from his pocket to check the time—2:17 PM.

That was when it happened.

The screen flickered.

Not from a notification. Not from a call.

His Lust game—the one he only ever opened when he was alone and, well, bored—suddenly launched by itself. "What the hell…" he mumbled, trying to exit it.

But it didn't respond.

The screen flooded with dimly lit red and blue lines, and then the moaning theme music started playing. Yuki scrambled to lower the volume, glancing nervously at the woman beside him. She didn't seem to notice. Or maybe she was pretending not to.

He pressed the side button again, but the screen didn't dim. Instead, it glitched the more, blinking severally without control. "Did Renji install a virus in my phone for revenge or was it that porn site I opened up that brought a virus? Shit! To clear a virus meant clearing the entire phone memory. Goodbye to his projects and school slides."

He muttered, hitting the phone. An idea popped to his head to just switch it off and later switched it back on after it had rebooted. He hit the button on/off for a while but when nothing had responded, he sighed, looking so lost at the phone.

What the heck was this about?

Heat surged from the phone, hot enough to sting his palm. He nearly dropped it. "Shit," he whispered, holding it by the edges. Then, just as suddenly, the screen went black.

For one second.

Two.

Three.

And then… white text scrolled slowly across the dark screen.

[Lustbound: Realm of Desire rebooted, system upgraded, levels restarted. New character unlocked: Tamika Kasuri.]

"A new upgrade?" Yuki's eyes brightened in surprise. He did remember sending an email months ago to the company Puchemi to upgrade their sex characters. "That was fast!"

He clicked on her profile on the screen.

The loading circle spun once—twice—then stopped.

Her image appeared.

Yuki tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. Tamika Kasuri.

She didn't look like the usual overly animated, over-the-top girls in the game. There was something softer about her. Her expression was calm, but those almond eyes had this strange glint, like she was watching him. Her long black hair spilled down her back, and the silk robe she wore was barely tied, hinting at smooth skin and curves beneath.

Her profile details were simple.

Name: Tamika Kasuri

Origin: Unknown

Bond Type: Exclusive

Level: Undiscovered

Status: Awaiting Host Interaction

"Exclusive?" Yuki muttered, confused. "They never had those settings before." He scrolled down, expecting the usual set of lewd options or animations, but Tamika's profile stayed frustratingly minimal. No unlockable outfits, no personality sliders, no voice previews.

Weird.

He tapped back and clicked on his own character instead, noting the significant change in his leveled up armors.

Underneath, his stats showed up:

MC: Yuki Mori

Libido: 91

Erection Duration: 87

Orgasm Ratio: 5:1

Stamina: 93

Recovery Time: 18 seconds

Endurance (Multiple Rounds): 4

Kink Affinity: 72

Arousal Control: 35

Dirty Talk Level: 60

Foreplay Efficiency: 78

Accuracy (Target Zones): 81

Yuki snorted. "Orgasm ratio? Who's tracking that?"

He scrolled a bit lower and saw a chart tracking his "Performance Record," including virtual positions tried, number of sessions completed, and how many times he'd hit a "Perfect Sync" with the AI partner.

There was even a dumb badge system—'Beast Mode,' 'Fast Learner,' and one called 'Tongue Technician' that made him cringe.

"Puchemi really went all out with this update," he muttered. "I didn't even ask for tongue stats. How weird!" He swiped away from his character, going back to Tamika's profile and this time around they had already been updated.

Female Slut: Tamika Kasuri

Age: 33

Libido: 98

Orgasm Sensitivity: 91

Moan Responsiveness: 89

Arousal Speed: 94

Endurance (Sessions): 5

Recovery Time: 11 seconds

Kink Range: 86

Position Versatility: 84

Dirty Talk Affinity: 76

Seduction Skill: 90

Touch Receptiveness: 95

Favorite Zones: Neck, Inner Thighs, Lower Back

Oral Score: 92

Squirt Probability: 78%

Sync Potential (with MC): 98%

Unlockable Levels: 14

Exclusive Traits: Bonded Orgasm, Emotion-triggered Arousal, Host-Sync Loyalty Mode

Yuki blinked. "What the hell is Bonded Orgasm?" he muttered. Then stared at the Sync Potential.

"Ninety-eight percent? With me?"

He wasn't sure if he should be impressed or disturbed. Either way, he couldn't deny one thing—this update just made things way more personal.

"Mr. Mori? Will you keep playing with your phone or are you getting your dickhead out of this Lambo?" The woman seemed enraged as she stood ,crouching over the rolled down glass. Her bossom directly in Yuki's face. Yuki chuckled slightly, pulling off the seatbelt and coming down from the car.

The mansion he met was nothing like he had imagined. Two ivory built fountains gushing out with water, trimmed grasses trailing the entrance. The small knock on the door and he could hear loud musics and roars from in.

"I thought you said I am meeting Katashi?"

"Yeah, she is throwing a party. You might want to get yourself useful." She winked, taking off her top and only in a bra, she handed over the keys to the butler and went inside. "Women of different sizes, sweet orgasm and all. Try them out. Katashi will be waiting for you at midnight."

She gave him a lazy wink, stepping away toward the grand doors.

Yuki raised a brow, watching her saunter off with the confidence of someone who owned the place. The butler took the car keys from her without question, bowing slightly before disappearing.

Just as she reached the door, she paused and glanced over her shoulder. "Oh, by the way…" Her eyes locked with his, the corners crinkling with subtle amusement. "I'm Tamika Kasuri. Nice to meet you."

She disappeared into the mansion, hips swaying to the rhythm pulsing from within.

Yuki froze.

His fingers twitched.

Tamika… Kasuri?

His breath hitched slightly as his brain scrambled to catch up. No freaking way. That name. That face. That voice.

He yanked out his phone again.

The screen was back on, still open to her in-game profile.

Tamika Kasuri.

Age: 33.

Favorite Zones: Neck, Inner Thighs, Lower Back.

Exclusive Traits: Bonded Orgasm, Emotion-triggered Arousal…

His heart thudded.

That wasn't a digital character.

That was the woman who had just driven him here, stripped in front of him, and left her name on his brain like a brand.

"What the hell kind of update is this…?" He took out his phone, going through the profile update on the lustbound: realm of desire game. He raised his head to the group of women sipping on glasses, clothed in bikini on his left.

Yuki felt a sharp pain behind his eyes, like something clawing through his vision. He staggered slightly, gripping the edge of his phone as red flickers danced across his sight.

Then it happened.

In the blink of an eye, the women by the pool—laughing, sipping from tall flutes, their bikini-clad bodies glistening under the sun—shifted.

Not physically. Not outwardly.

But his vision changed.

Their clothes... vanished.

Every last strip.

He could see everything.

Bare skin. Nipples peeking from perfect curves. Shaved and unshaved. Tattoos. Birthmarks. Piercings. Even the subtle flush of arousal in some of them, as if his gaze alone could pull secrets from their skin.

"What the—!" he gasped, jerking his head back.

And then—just like that—they were clothed again.

Bikinis. Sarongs. Glittering accessories.

He blinked rapidly, hands now clammy around the phone. Sweat beaded on his brow. "No way," he muttered. "I can see through women's clothes?"

He slowly turned to his right, testing the theory.

A tall woman in a silver thong stepped onto the patio, hips rolling like she was born for a catwalk. Yuki squinted—just once—and boom, the illusion shattered again. Her body lay bare beneath the fabric, displayed in impossible detail.

He clutched the phone to his chest and took a step back, his breath ragged.

"This has to be a hallucination. Maybe I'm overheating. Or maybe this is some twisted AR update…" He looked at the Lustbound game still open on the phone. The corner of the screen now pulsed faintly red, like it was synced to his heartbeat.

Yuki shoved past a group of giggling women, scanning every face, every curve—searching.

His heart still pounded from what he'd seen. Or imagined. Or somehow triggered. None of this felt real. And the only person who might have answers was the one who seemed to step out of his damn phone.

Finally, he spotted her.

Tamika Kasuri.

Leaning against a marble column like a goddess on vacation, sipping from a coconut glass. Her silk bra now soaked from a champagne spill, clinging to her skin. Her hips swayed lightly to the music, but her eyes locked on him the moment he approached.

"You!" Yuki called, storming toward her. He held up his phone like a weapon. "Tamika. What the hell is this? This game—it's syncing to real life, to you! Explain it. Now."

He shoved the glowing screen toward her face.

Tamika looked at it.

Then laughed.

"Boy," she said, raising a brow, "I ain't got time for your little videogame."

She grabbed his wrist.

"Come with me, okay?"

"What? Wait, hold on—!"

Too late. She yanked him forward, hard.

And he tumbled headfirst into the pool.

Water rushed over him. Cold. Jarring. Soaking through every layer of his shirt. His phone slipped from his grip and landed on the edge of the pool. He surfaced, sputtering. "What the hell—!"

His black shirt clung to him like glue. The fabric heavy, suffocating. He kicked his legs and swam toward the shallow end, dripping wet, teeth gritted.

The moment he reached the edge, he tore the shirt off and tossed it onto the tiles.

Gasps erupted around him.

Yuki froze.

He looked up, confused, and saw a circle of women staring. Wide-eyed. Some biting their lips. Others whispering.

He blinked. Then looked down at himself.

His breath caught.

"What the hell...?"

Gone was the slim, average torso he'd always known.

In its place were six sculpted, sharply defined abs—glinting under the sun. His chest looked broader. Shoulders tighter. His arms even had veins.

"Impossible," he muttered, touching his stomach. "I didn't have this. I didn't train for this—!"

[Physical feature +200 points]