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Yuki hesitated—his fingers hovering just above the edge of Katashi's robe as her eyes locked with his, daring him. "I don't bite," She whispered. "Unless you're into that." He could swear that his dick hardened just by the purr in her voice.

His hand trembled slightly as he reached down, gently parting the soft, floral robe from her body. It slid open without hesitation, pooling at her waistline to reveal the full curve of her bronze figure, dressed in sheer black lingerie that left little to imagination.

His eyes turned red, dots appearing on every side of her body. He could see her

Yuki swallowed hard, his cheeks burning. He kept his eyes respectful—mostly.

Katashi raised an eyebrow. "Still shy? That's cute. But it won't help you survive here."

He nodded silently, pouring more oil into his hands and warming it with slow, measured breaths before placing his palms on her collarbone. He rubbed in small, circular motions, tracing down toward her shoulders, and the swell of her upper chest.

Katashi's lips parted slightly, letting out a sigh of pleasure. "Mmm… better. You've got soft hands for a boy who looks like he hasn't seen a real woman naked before."

Yuki stiffened. She was right, and it was probably written all over his face.

The tablet pinged again. +10 points.

His eyes flicked to the glowing screen. Fifteen points already.

A flash of heat surged behind his eyes, and then—everything shifted.

Red dots began to bloom across Katashi's body. Then his eyes… turned red.

He felt it, not painful in anywhere. He took a step away, the lingerie covering Katashi blurred, then vanished from his sight. She was now completely naked. Every curve, the smooth dip of her waist, the full shape of her breasts, the gentle swell of her ass—all bare to him alone.

Yuki gasped, stumbling back a step as his heart thundered in his chest.

Katashi tilted her head, watching him with a curious smirk. She noticed his reaction—but not the truth behind it.

Without a word, she rose from the couch and slowly peeled off her lingerie, piece by piece. Every piece falling to the ground.

Now actually naked, she nibbled on her lower lip. "First time stripping in front of a mister," she said with a low chuckle, then collapsed lazily back into the couch, switching the music back on and humming the lyrics along.

[Arousal point: +40]

A ding rang in his ears and Yuki felt a sex surge rushing through his blood. He breathed harshly, his gaze focused on the sexy, smooth body right in front of him. He gripped to the lotion, his pant a bit rushed as he tried to control his painful erection.

"Fuck, how can a woman be so seductive." He mumbled internally, rubbing another layer of oil on her back. His hands made their way from her neck down to her back,smoothening the oil through the creaks of her body.

The heat in Yuki's pants was unbearable. His cock throbbed painfully against the inside of his trousers, begging to be let free. The red dots on her body pulsed with a soft glow, guiding him toward her most sensitive spots. He followed them like a trail of lust, pressing into each one carefully.

Katashi's moans grew louder.

"Mhm… augh… mmh…" Her hips twitched slightly under his touch, her breath catching as her body trembled from the pleasure.

Yuki's hands slid lower, reaching the dimples on her lower back—those sweet hollows just above her ass. He kneaded there with his thumbs, watching as her back arched slightly, her mouth parting in a breathy gasp.

"Yuki…" She moaned. "I must say, you're good. I've never been so aroused like this. I'm starting to think you lied when you said you've never touched a woman before…"

+35 points. Bonus: +100.

The screen above them glowed bright. The black piggy bank icon swelled with coins, and the TV chimed:

Total Points for Yuki Mori: 150 points.

"Not bad for starters," Katashi groaned, shifting slightly on the couch, her thighs parting just enough to tease him further. Her back arched subtly into his hands, welcoming the next move.

Yuki's breath hitched as his palms slid lower—past the dimples of her back, down to the soft, round curve of her ass.

His fingers spread across the plush flesh, kneading both cheeks slowly, deliberately. He gripped them with a firm squeeze, relishing how they yielded perfectly to his touch—full, warm, and slick from the oil.

Katashi's moan deepened. "Mmm… yes, right there… don't stop…"

Yuki moved in circular motions, massaging her as if sculpting her with his hands—thumbs pressing into the center of each cheek, pulling slightly, spreading the softness before bringing them back together again. Her hips rolled subtly with each movement, her body responding like it was made for his touch.

Then, in his ear—a soft system ping rang.

[Climax Arousal Zone Activated. +25 Points.]

[Erection Strain Level 2 Detected. +50 Points.]

[Private System Update: Total Hidden Points: 75]

His cock throbbed so hard it hurt—his pants doing nothing to contain the heat or the pressure. A thin layer of sweat formed along his brow as he fought to keep his composure, all while his hands devoured every inch of her lower body.

Katashi purred beneath him, lifting her hips just slightly in invitation. "I might actually get addicted to those hands, mister…"

About to continue, a soft knock resounded from the door. Yuki looked up at the door and then asked. "May I open the door?"

"Not when I'm at my climax." She groaned, her hips tightening. "Su--ri, check who's at the door."

The flat black screen hung above which displayed the piggy bank switched over to a displayed CCTV camera. It was Tamika outside.

The screen lingered on Tamika's stern expression. She adjusted the collar of her blazer and spoke directly to the camera, her voice cutting through the tension in the room like a blade.

"Kurica, it's late," Tamika said, clearly annoyed. "Yuki has to be on his way so he can return early tomorrow. You've had him for over an hour."

Katashi rolled her eyes, her voice laced with irritation and arousal. "Tamika, you really don't know when to stop bugging me, do you?" she snapped, not even attempting to cover herself.

She tilted her head toward the screen, her bare body glistening under the soft light. "Yuki will be out in three minutes. Go count down somewhere else."

The screen gave no reply, but the CCTV feed blinked off a second later.

Katashi let out a sigh and arched her back again, the tension slowly melting back into pleasure. "Now, where were we…? Ah, yes—your magic hands."

Yuki blinked, sweat gliding down the side of his face as his fingers instinctively began moving again—massaging, kneading, worshiping her curves like they were sacred.

In his ear:

[Time Warning: 2:59 minutes remaining before exit.]

[Suggestion: Maximize Sensual Touch Sequence – Final Bonus Opportunity.]

Katashi glanced at him with a half-lidded gaze, lips curled in a smirk. "Make the next three minutes count, rookie. If Tamika's that annoyed, it better be worth it."

Yuki swallowed hard and leaned in. Challenge accepted.