episode_0051

I thought it would just be fun. But something that kept bothering me was that no matter how much sex I had, no matter how much I tried to indulge in lust, what came to mind was Veronica, who I wasn’t even with.

Where on earth does this discomfort come from?

Wasn’t it me who wanted to mix bodies, feel body heat, get wet with bodily fluids, and seek pleasure?

Because I was a woman, I couldn’t have proper sex, so I was able to escape the shackles of repeating pseudo-sex using tools, even if only for a little while, and I thought I could enjoy it properly.

The man’s bodily fluids and semen evoked a sense of conquest, and he teased his dick with the assurance that he would be able to enjoy it while standing on top of the woman.

However, after teasing me, I didn’t feel very good.

My eyebrows naturally furrow.

I trudged through the quiet inn and headed to the bathroom.

After filling the bathtub in the bathroom with water and adjusting the temperature, I took a dip and finally felt like I was calming down.

“Ha.”

Behind the sound of splashing water, I let out a sigh of despair.

When I was playing the game, the word ‘training assistant’ could never have sounded so fascinating, but when I actually tried to play it myself, I felt like trash.

A new feeling that I didn’t know when operating from an observer’s perspective came to me.

I know that having sex through training and training each person to suit their tastes is helpful for growth.

But it felt really strange to think that I had hurt someone to gain the upper hand during sex like this.

No, rather than someone, it’s a character.

No, I don’t know.

I repeatedly heard voices, saw it up close, and touched it, but it was no different from a person.

But why do I end up thinking that all the women in front of me are fake?

Is it because we know that the original source of this world is a game?

Maybe I’m thinking right now that it’s too much like a dream.

It’s a story that’s so far removed from reality that I can’t easily accept it and everyone thinks it’s fake.

It was just frustrating.

For some reason, it feels like everything is my fault.

I just wonder if I should go back and hug Agnes again.

Should I give up being a teaching assistant? Can’t I just fight alone?

In fact, I thought about whether I might not be the only one who needed to become stronger.

But that was also very difficult.

I know that Linda, Agnes, and Flora are strong right now, but when we reach the end, I will be fighting alone, so it is right for me to become stronger in the end.

No matter how much I thought about it, the thoughts wouldn’t leave my head.

So in the end, I just let out a moan and pulled out my head.

I just want to give up and just enjoy the colors here.

But I felt like I wasn’t allowed to even enjoy that color.

It’s all because of Veronica.

Veronica’s presence was so noticeable that I couldn’t be sincere about anything.

If I had been alone, it was obvious that I would have been seduced by this world and just played around with my body as I pleased.

However, because of her existence, we are faced with the fact that this world is fake.

Furthermore, I was about to develop the feeling that I had to move towards the ending in the name of releasing her from this world in which she suffered.

I just want to leave Veronica alone and live alone in this world, but when I do that, I just feel frustrated because I don’t know what will happen to Veronica.

Sigh!

He tried to follow my body, but ended up slipping and leaving the bathtub behind, which made the sound of rushing water, and dried himself with a towel. As I walked through the hallway again, drying my wet body and shaking out my hair to feel like I had washed up, I heard the sound of sniffling through the door.

When I heard that it was Agnes’s cry, I gritted my teeth.

I am a character in a game, so it must be a world far from the real world, but I couldn’t understand why it made me feel this way.

Why are you doing this?

With my fists clenched, I had to make a choice in the end.

But I had already chosen that answer, so I grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

As expected, Agnes was seen crying on the bed, hugging her knees.

She was already a young lady and must have grown up nobly, but why she was made to cry like that was heartbreaking to me.

In the end, isn’t it human psychology to feel weak when you see someone who likes you cry?

“Hmph.”

“Agnis.”

After saying that, I sat down on her bed and looked at her.

I held out my hand, regretting that I had already made her cry, and thought of something to say to make it up to her.

“I’m sorry. I was inconsiderate.”

“No, no… Me, ugh.”

I had forgotten how to speak informally and was faced with the fact that Agnes had returned to her original self. All I could do was groan with a bitter taste in my mouth.

He let out a breath and then groaned.

“No.”

After saying that, I carefully stretched out my hand, grabbed one of the hands that was around her leg, and pulled it with a weak force.

And she did not reject my touch, but carefully offered it to me.

I just stroked that pretty hand over and over again to soothe her.

I knew that if I did this, the teaching assistant and everything would disappear, but in the end, I became weak and just tried to comfort her.

“… I’m sorry.”

“… … .”

Rustle.

I heard the sound of the blanket rubbing, and then I pulled her behind me and hugged her tightly.

When I opened my eyes one tired morning, I remembered that I had fallen asleep in the same bed as Agnes.

Because there was Agnes, who was fast asleep in my arms.

“… Ugh.”

She’s a lady who wouldn’t be surprised if she’s loved by anyone, but wouldn’t I be messing with this girl as I please? I thought, and on the other hand, I wondered if it was pointless to worry since it was natural that he would connect with me in the game anyway.

What’s so bad about teaching in a game where you’re teaching?

I thought about it that way, but in the end, there was a big difference between the text arbitrarily seducing a woman and only choosing a choice at a critical moment, and the text coming up and putting it into my mouth myself.

I enjoy it as a vicarious satisfaction because it is unlikely to happen in real life, but when I actually want to do it, I realize that I have to have half of my mind gone.

“Are you awake?”

“Ugh, yes… ”

I carefully brushed aside the bangs of Agnes, who opened her frizzy eyes, and stared into her blue eyes, which were smiling narrowly at me with a lovely, happy expression.

It was really pretty.

I wondered if I was even more attracted to him because he had a look that was hard to see in real life.

I had just become an adult and showed a youthful feeling, and I also felt a sense of immorality in the atmosphere of meeting a man for the first time.

Getting the first time always adds to the thrill, so I thought about the feeling of getting the first time in someone’s life.

As I cleaned my body and bed with cleanliness magic and sighed deeply, Agnes put her hand on my waist, rustling as if she didn’t want to get up.

It seemed like he was trying to be cute as if he was telling me not to get up, so I felt like I was going to burst out laughing.

“What’s wrong?”

“… Isn’t it time to wake up yet?”

“That’s right.”

In the end, I decided to go along with Agnes’s wishes and laid down the body I had tried to raise and hugged her.

I feel this warm body temperature covering my whole body, this atmosphere that claims to be human, but is this really real? There was a person who was worried about this.

Bare skin made contact with bare skin, and I, unable to control the man’s penis, which had been erect since morning, held it close to her body and caressed the smooth skin of her back.

Agnes, startled by the sight of a cock touching her lower abdomen, opened her eyes wide and peered through the gap between their closely pressed bodies, then muttered her mouth and slowly moved her hand to pull it down.

“You’re cheerful since morning… ?”

Isn’t the hand that was covering my waist smoothing my thighs and starting to touch the cock that was standing stiffly between my crotch and threatening to press and stab my lower abdomen?

It felt vaguely like she, who had just wedded her virginity, had not forgotten the sadness of last night and was desperate not to face it again.

Couldn’t this be the heroine’s struggle not to be abandoned?

“It’s a menstrual phenomenon.”

“Hmph.”

Rather than being embarrassed, I was just confused and didn’t say anything, just muttered and looked into her eyes.

Even though she was lying down, she raised her head as if she was looking up at me and carefully changed her posture.

“My, I will release you.”

“… It doesn’t matter.”

“No, I will do it.”

After saying that, Agnes laid my body down on the bed, climbed on top of me, and began to slowly rock her hips.

Seeing that, I let out a sigh and then just grabbed her buttocks.