A profound sorrow washed over Riku, a bitter tide against the unexpected turn of events. His pure-hearted sister, the steadfast Couronne he knew, was offering him her most precious possession, her virginity, in a selfless act of comfort. The weight of her sacrifice pressed down on him, a heavy cloak of guilt and confusion. But amidst the turmoil, a thought sparked, a flicker of clarity in the emotional storm.
"Sis," Riku said softly, his voice carrying a newfound resolve, "can you… can you take off the blindfold? I want to see you."
A wave of shyness washed over Couronne, her cheeks flushing a delicate crimson. "Just… just when did you become like this, Riku?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
With hesitant fingers, she untied the knot at the back of her head and slowly lowered the cloth.
When Riku's eyes finally focused on Couronne, a disbelieving gasp escaped his lips. It was her, undeniably Couronne. Yet, something had shifted, not in her physical form, but in his own perception. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a beauty he had been blind to before. Her limbs seemed longer, more graceful. Her breasts were indeed full and shapely, their curves accentuated by her slender waist. An undeniable eroticism radiated from her, a sensuality that sent a jolt through him. Or perhaps, he mused with a flicker of self-awareness, it was simply the raw, untamed reaction of a virgin encountering such unveiled beauty for the first time.
"Don't look… it's embarrassing," Couronne stammered, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest in a futile attempt to shield herself.
The sight of the usually cheerful and assertive Couronne in such a bashful state stirred something within Riku. A wave of tenderness, a protective instinct, washed over him. He reached out and gently pulled her into a close embrace. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he inhaled her scent, a delicate mix of wildflowers and something uniquely her own. He then pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive skin beneath her ear. The warmth of his breath, the gentle pressure of his lips, sent a tremor through Couronne. Her breath hitched, and she rose onto her tiptoes, her body involuntarily arching towards him.
"Hey! Aahh, don't!" Couronne gasped, her voice a breathless plea as the soft swell of her buttocks made contact with Riku's burgeoning erection, sending a jolt of unexpected sensation through him. A delicate blush deepened on her cheeks.
"I see," Riku murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he registered her reaction. "So you're feeling it in your ears."
Still embracing her naked form, he gently nibbled on her earlobe, his warm breath caressing the sensitive skin. A shiver ran through Couronne. As he trailed kisses down her neck, his hands began to softly massage her breasts.
"Haah… haah…" Couronne's breath hitched, turning into soft pants. The feel of her skin against his, the yielding softness of her breasts in his hands, was an entirely new and surprisingly pleasant sensation.
"No, don't… you bad boy," she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of protest and something akin to surrender.
His lips continued their exploration of her neck, while his fingers gently kneaded the soft mounds of her breasts. Couronne's hands fluttered, finally settling on his, a delicate barrier against his touch. She shifted restlessly in his arms.
"Nn… Nn… Hahh… hahh…" Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. The direct contact of their skin was a revelation, a mysterious and potent connection. Beneath their shared embrace, a frantic rhythm pulsed – the frantic beat of a heart, or perhaps two, pounding with an intensity that seemed to fill the silent space between them.
"Couronne," Riku confessed, his voice thick with a newfound realization, "I was a fool for not doing this sooner. If I hadn't kissed you today, I would have remained ignorant of this… this incredible pleasure, of how utterly captivating your body is! From this day forward," he declared, his words carrying a raw intensity, "I will make love to you every day until I am… satisfied."
The weight of his bold declaration hung in the air. A wave of shame washed over Riku as he processed his own words. Couronne's face, already flushed, deepened to a vibrant crimson. Her eyes darted away, a mixture of shock and something akin to… longing? flickered within them.
Please… Please… she thought, her inner turmoil a silent echo in the quiet space between them.
Just then, a familiar chime resonated in Riku's mind, accompanied by a translucent blue screen that materialized before his eyes.
[Because the previous mission was not that difficult for Riku, the mission has been stopped in the middle. Riku can now get the reward without completing the mission.]
A wave of relief, so profound it almost buckled his knees, washed over Riku. He had been spared the agonizing choice. Yet, his face remained impassive, betraying none of the turmoil he had just endured. But before he could fully process this unexpected reprieve, another notification bloomed into existence.
•Riku has decided to make couronne his sex partner and now he is very aroused.
So, the next mission is~
[Don't do any sexual activity with couronne for 1 day.]
Difficulty: D
Time Limit: None
[System: mission will be automatically completed if gambler(riku) didn't perform any sexual activity with couronne for one day and the reward will be given. If Riku indulges in sexual activity with the couronne after this, the gambler will lose the reward he got for this mission.]
A silent, incredulous laugh bubbled up within him, threatening to spill over, but he managed to suppress it. Even a grin felt too risky at this juncture.
His mind raced back to the moment the blindfold had been in place. A desperate plan had formed then, a gamble against the System's twisted machinations. He had never truly intended to cross that line with Couronne. The thought itself had been repugnant.
The pattern was becoming disturbingly clear. The System seemed to delight in presenting him with choices that went against his deepest values, forcing him into uncomfortable and morally ambiguous situations.
And so, he had played a role. He had feigned arousal, manufactured desire, hoping to trick the System into believing his act. It seemed his gamble had paid off. The System, in its flawed understanding of human emotion, had bought his performance. He had outsmarted it.
Lost in his internal triumph, Riku remained silent, his expression carefully neutral. Couronne, her earlier embarrassment slowly giving way to concern, tilted her head. "Riku… What happened? You suddenly went quiet."
A chilling realization dawned upon Riku. The System wasn't just throwing random challenges his way; it was actively reacting to him, adapting its trials based on his perceived emotional state and actions. It was a puppet master, pulling strings based on what it observed.
He knew the System had its ways of monitoring him. It could see through his eyes, hear the tremor in his voice, and perceive the environment around him. But the one sanctuary he possessed was the labyrinth of his own mind. The System couldn't peer into his thoughts, couldn't decipher his true intentions.
And that was his leverage. He had deliberately projected an image of unbridled arousal, of a man consumed by newfound lust for Couronne. He had feigned enjoyment, amplified his reactions, all for the System's benefit. His gamble was that the System, with its twisted desire to see him struggle, would recoil at his apparent happiness and change its tactics. It seemed his intuition had been correct. The abrupt shift in the mission was a testament to his successful deception. He had manipulated the manipulator.
"Riku?" Couronne's gentle voice broke through his internal strategizing, her concern evident in her tone. She reached out a tentative hand, her fingers brushing against his arm. "You seem… distant."