Vikamme

  The sun gradually set, and the city slipped into night. Aria sat wearily on a bench, watching the scene around her, feeling a mix of emotions. The streets were crowded with many people, mostly young couples holding hands and strolling beneath the city lights. Some couples stole kisses in hidden corners, while others hinted at intimacy by pcing a hand on a girl’s hip.

  Aria sensed that, in a way, she had missed her chance to marry a beautiful woman, become a father, and raise a son or daughter. She had already lost that possibility in a previous life when medical tests revealed she didn’t have much time left, prompting her to abandon pleasures. Now, even with a second chance, she felt unable to fulfill the pns she once had.

  “Ah… at least in this life I can live without regret,” she muttered. “Maybe I’ll find someone who’ll stay with me… though I’m not sure how strong or sting such a retionship could be.”

  She watched the girls carefully; some gnced at her, then quickly looked away. Even when a girl looked at another girl, there was a subtle, secret desire in her eyes—not competition, but a hidden yearning. The female body seemed to grant her the freedom to look at other women without fear, yet many understood her concealed wishes. Some girls stared hostilely because she attracted nearby boys, but when they realized her attention was on them, they also softened their gaze.

  Realizing she was being watched, Aria quietly rose, brushed dust from her pants, and stood up.

  “It’s getting te; I should head home,” she thought, “even though I haven’t found work yet. I still have enough money to st about a month, and I hope to secure a job soon. Maybe I should try a live stream.”

  Walking past groups, she occasionally heard a sp. Some boys, unable to control themselves, turned toward her and received a sharp smack across the face from a girl. Aria paid them no mind, pulling her hood tighter against the cold as she continued onward.

  Leaving the metro, she was almost home. Unlike the city center, the streets near her apartment were dim and unsafe.

  “Damn… I should have taken a faster route back; I’ll remember that next time,” she said, quickening her pace and staying far from dark alleys.

  Finally, she arrived home safely. She locked the door, breathed a sigh of relief, stripped off her coat, and tossed it onto the bed. In the bedroom she began sorting undry—underwear, bras, shorts, and jeans. Some clothes she had worn that morning were still unworn.

  Seeing her panties again sparked a familiar sensation. She recalled an interface she’d used before and summoned it. Though she felt hesitant about registering for online streaming services, the interface appeared unchanged. She took a deep breath and clicked a tab.

  A pop?up dispyed her achievement list:

  Masturbate for the first time — 5 points?[Completed]Masturbate five times — 3 pointsMasturbate in different positions — ??[+2 point]Masturbate for someone else — 10 pointsMasturbate a man — 5 pointsMasturbate a woman — 4 points(“Complete earlier achievements to unlock higher ones.”)

  Still flushed, she skimmed the tasks, skipping one. In a past life she had been honest with herself, and she kept that honesty now, wanting to try what she had missed yesterday. She examined the second and third tasks; they were linked and could be completed simultaneously.

  Biting her lip, she closed the bedroom door, checked that it was properly locked, and approached the bed. Her heart raced with anticipation. She tossed a pillow aside, slipped a shoe off, and untied the knot of her skirt. Suddenly she fell onto the floor.

  Her round hips hovered in the air, a soft itch stirring as bck panties pressed against her intimate area. She removed her shirt; her pulse throbbed loudly, echoing in her ears, while a faint flutter of butterflies rose in her stomach. She tossed the shirt aside, gnced at her bra, and heard a gentle rustle as the fabric lifted. Warm room air swirled around her exposed body, hair softly falling from neck to waist.

  She felt an orgasmic surge building in her mind. Remembering the achievement requirements, she y ft on her back, allowing her breasts to rise higher. From this angle she could see her standing chest more clearly. She propped a pillow under her head for a better view.

  Her hand rose slowly, then lowered onto her abdomen, trembling at the slightest touch. Her thoughts melted into a hazy, smoky fog. She stroked downward between her thighs, and after a few moments she gasped, her breathing irregur.

  When her fingers finally reached her clitoris, a sharp gasp escaped her.

  “Very… intense…,” a thin voice whispered, as if commenting to itself.

  Her body reacted strongly; she was drenched with moisture, the wetness spreading to her sides. Slowly, deliberately, Aria moved her hand to achieve the pleasure she craved. The apartment filled with faint, rhythmic breaths and a soft rustling sound.

  A distant noise grew nearer. Suddenly a jolt of electric sensation shot from her pelvis to her brain. Her body arched backward, legs tightening around her hand. Her lower back twitched, her head sinking into the pillow, while her chest jolted from sudden thrusts.

  “K… hell…!” she cried, trying to regute her breathing.

  “This could drive anyone mad,” she thought, turning onto her side, reaching for the pillow, while the other hand remained hidden between her legs. After a few minutes she finally calmed, though a lingering fluid dripped from her hand.

  “It’s… stuck?” she whispered, calling the interface again.

  The achievement window reappeared, now showing:

  Masturbate for the first time — 5 points?[Completed]Masturbate five times — 3 pointsMasturbate in different positions — ??[+3 points]Masturbate for someone else — 10 pointsMasturbate a man — 5 pointsMasturbate a woman — 4 points“Only one point left?” she muttered, normalizing her breathing.

  She calcuted: “Yesterday, in the shower, plus now, I need two more completions for the second task; the third is still unknown.” She realized that doing it twice more could net about eleven points, and changing positions might earn even more.

  Lying on her side, pillow pressed to her face, she moved her hand between her clenched legs. Gradually, a new rhythm emerged; she unintentionally began rocking her hips in time with her movements. A wave of pleasure washed over her, stronger than before.

  She shifted, lifting her hips high, spreading her knees, and continued. The mattress creaked sharply; her buttocks bounced, and juices seeped onto the white sheets, darkening them. Her head remained buried in the fabric as she breathed heavily, moving her hand with effort.

  Spoiler

  [colpse]From the outside it might have looked as if someone else were inside her, but she hadn’t imagined such a position before. A sudden climax burst forth, followed by a muffled exhale and her buttocks swaying in the air, dripping from her thighs to the sheets.

  The second task was now complete; she maintained the pose, breathing heavily. The room filled with a lingering, lustful scent that barely cleared by morning. The apartment resembled a succubus’s ir.

  After a few minutes she turned onto her side, catching her breath. Each climax returned her arousal, oddly pressing on her mind. To distract herself she reopened the interface.

  Another achievement list dispyed, now marking:

  Masturbate for the first time — 5 points?[Completed]Masturbate five times — 3 points?[Completed]Masturbate in different positions — ??[+5 points]Masturbate for someone else — 10 pointsMasturbate a man — 5 pointsMasturbate a woman — 4 pointsShe noticed the third mission now offered five points instead of four, puzzling her. She switched tabs and stared at the lottery wheel. In a past life she hadn’t explored this mini?game fully; now the interface offered only achievement quests, an inventory usable as a bag, and a status screen.

  She pced one hand on her hips, the other on the lottery button, assuming a pyful pose. Her hair was disheveled, damp spots everywhere, and she was sweating.

  The roulette wheel spun rapidly, colors fshing. An arrow pointed to the winning segment, eventually slowing and stopping on the red zone, surprising her. Reward tiers existed: white (basic), blue (special), and red (legendary).

  A fsh appeared, opening another window:

  Congratutions, you have obtained the talent “Magical Source.”

  Reading the description, she felt a sudden, searing pain in her head and a burning sensation below.

  Talent Description – Magical Source:“A innate talent possessed by every mage in this world. It grants access to mana and opens the path to magic.”

  Aria could no longer focus; she clutched her head, her lips moist from the sheets, the pain overwhelming. Breathing heavily, the erotic scent of her wetness filled the air as she rolled her eyes and lost consciousness.