Jason's dropkick sent the older man sprawling backward, slamming hard against the minimart's brick wall. He slid down slowly, leaving a streak of blood on the rough surface before slumping motionless onto the pavement.
"Oh shit…" Jason whispered, his pulse hammering wildly. He hurried to the fallen man, kneeling and pressing two trembling fingers against his neck. No pulse.
'Did I really kill someone?' Jason's mind spun with shock. His heart thumped painfully in his chest, and sweat dripped down his forehead. 'No, no, calm down,' he tried to reassure himself. 'This world—it's probably not even real. He wasn't real… just part of some weird illusion or something.'
Jason glanced around, his eyes wide, searching desperately for evidence that this was just an elaborate setup, a prank, or even a hidden-camera show. But everything felt far too real—the silent street, the blinking neon sign of the minimart, the lifeless body at his feet. He shook his head hard, whispering to himself, "He wasn't real. This isn't real. Stay calm."
Gathering himself, Jason took a deep breath and stood, heart still racing. His eyes fell on the doorway that led upstairs to the apartment above the minimart. Drawn by curiosity, or perhaps something more powerful, he found himself moving toward the stairs.
Quietly, Jason climbed upward, stepping cautiously until he reached the apartment door. Finding it slightly ajar, he eased inside, heart pounding harder with every step.
Soft rustling came from the nearby living room. Jason edged forward, peering quietly through the open doorway. There stood Rea Kutomori, gently tidying the small table in front of the sofa, her movements smooth and graceful. Jason's breath caught sharply. Her familiar beauty from countless late-night viewings was magnified a thousandfold in reality.
He froze, utterly entranced as she bent forward to pick up a magazine from the floor. Her tight jeans highlighted the enticing curve of her hips, her ample, perfectly shaped buttocks vividly accentuated beneath the fabric. When she leaned further, the hem of her shirt lifted slightly, revealing the waistband of her black T-shirt panties hugging her slender waist. Jason's cheeks flushed bright red, and his pulse quickened again, but this time for an entirely different reason.
Jason swallowed hard, torn between his pounding heart, He stepped forward and lightly touched her shoulder. "Please, be quiet," he said in a low, measured tone that carried an unexpected firmness. His words, spoken in perfectly fluent Japanese—a language he had never formally learned.
Rea's eyes widened in shock as she paused, a mix of confusion and fear crossing her face. "Answer me," Jason continued, his tone gentle yet resolute. With a hesitant nod and a quiet, "Yes…" she indicated her understanding.
A small, enigmatic smile tugged at Jason's lips as he caught a subtle hint of her fragrance—a clean, soothing scent that made him momentarily forget the darkness of his actions. Even though a surge of conflicting emotions stirred within him, he reminded himself of his mission. "Listen carefully," he said, his voice calm but insistent. "There's no one here to help you, so please follow my instructions. If you cooperate, this will all be over quickly."
Rea's face softened into a look of hesitant acceptance. Jason press his body into her back, aroused member pressed against her ample, rounded buttocks. He wanted to thrust immediately, but restrained himself with superhuman patience.
[First POV]
I put my hand to cover her mouth, to make sure she won't scream on my next action. Than, I used my other hand to unbutton her apron. The apron fell to the floor, revealing her body.
I swallowed hard. Her natural, G-cup breasts were nearly bursting out from beneath her shirt. Astonishingly, she wasn't wearing a bra—the nipples protruded slightly through the fabric.
"Ummph," I murmured, as I caressed her breasts. In that moment, I experienced a taste of heaven. I instinctively fondled her soft breasts, unlike anything I had ever felt in this world.
I wanted nothing more than to rip off her clothes and plunge into her depths right then, but I held back. "This is the situation I've longed for. A killer situation that I can't waste because of my lust."
Slowly and as carefully as possible, I continued to caress her breasts, and her nipples hardened visibly—even through the shirt. "Uuuh…" She let out a quiet moan, and being so near, I didn't miss the sound.
"I'm going to treat your breasts like royalty. Your husband would love this—imagine him watching as I keep caressing you every night."
"Uuuh!"
I pressed my lips to her pale neck, licking and sucking it fervently.
After a few repeated kisses, a series of kiss marks appeared along her neck.
My tongue moved upward from her neck, exploring her ear. Her ear was pristine, and every time I focused on licking and sucking it, she trembled.
Her nipples were so hard now they almost looked pained by the pressure of her shirt.
Glancing at her eyes, I saw not fear, but a faint hint of passion. "…Ha." I was now convinced that this world was a world within a creation. Who in reality would get excited if a dangerous intruder fondled their breasts and licked their neck? No one.
"From now on, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. Don't scream or cause a fuss," I said firmly, staying in character. After all, this scene required me to play the role of an old man forcing himself upon her—purely to follow the scenario laid out by the system.
Cough—It's definitely just roleplaying to meet the system's conditions and get more rewards. Absolutely not my kink or anything weird like that. Cough Just acting, I swear.
"Mmph." She nodded.
I squeezed her left breast with my left hand. "Mmph…! Don't worry I won't hurt you, and this is just one time thing. You will never meet with me again after this."
"..." She nodded again, trembling. I removed my hand from covering her mouth. It was slick with her saliva—but I didn't find it repulsive.
Using my right hand, I caressed her buttocks. Even through her jeans, her round, firm backside felt delightful. "Really… this is just a one-time thing, isn't it?" she whispered.
"Do you really think that in this world there's only one woman like you?" I sneered maliciously. Forcing her to meet my gaze, I grabbed her chin with my right hand. Her light makeup accentuated her beauty, and I was one to notice faces. "Open your mouth."
"..."
"Open." I commanded, and under pressure she reluctantly complied. Her lips parted, revealing neat teeth and a modest tongue. I kissed her forcibly, thrusting my tongue in and teasing her mouth. It was my first kiss, and I had no technique at all.