The World Is Mine For The Taking

I eased the door open, careful not to make a sound. Not too much—just enough to catch a glimpse inside.

The room was engulfed in darkness, shadows stretching across the walls, swallowing everything in their depths. But even in the dimness, I could make out a figure. A silhouette that moved in an almost mechanical rhythm, shuddering and trembling. My eyes adjusted, and that was when I saw it.

Something clenched between her teeth.

A strip of fabric, twisted and damp from her saliva.

No…

Not just any fabric.

It was my underwear.

My breath hitched. Had she seriously shoved it in her mouth while sniffing it? The sheer depravity of the act sent a jolt through my spine. Just how deep did her horniness run?

"Ahhh… Mnn… The smell… The smell… The smell… Haaa, haaa, haaa~, haaaa… The smell… I love this… Slurppppp~!"

She moaned against the fabric, her voice soaked in lewdness, thick with a delirious craving that made the air in the room feel heavier. Her grip on my underwear tightened, her lips parting slightly as her tongue flicked out, tasting whatever traces remained.

She was completely unhinged.

I had known that people had kinks. Weird ones, even. But this…

This was beyond anything I had ever imagined.

I had known that people harbored unusual desires, but hers… hers transcended what one might consider normal even within the realm of the bizarre.

And yet, my eyes remained locked on her.

For the first time, her face—usually hidden behind thick, straight hime-cut bangs—was exposed. Strands of jet-black hair stuck to her sweat-drenched skin, clinging to her flushed cheeks. And beneath that veil of darkness…

A pair of piercing, violet eyes gleamed.

A breathtaking shade of amethyst, shining with something both dangerously intoxicating and utterly deranged.

"Haaannnnn~… My pussy is so wet… It feels like I'm going to drown… I'm going to… I'm going to cum again…!"

She gritted her teeth against the fabric, those violet orbs rolling back in unadulterated pleasure as her fingers worked her soaked folds, the obscene, wet squelching of her slick arousal echoing in the stillness of the room. The bed beneath her was already ruined—drenched in the evidence of her endless self-indulgence.

Her spine arched, her back curving like a bowstring drawn to its limits.

And then—

"Mnnnnnnnnnnn~~~!!!"

Her entire body convulsed, thighs quivering violently as a clear stream of nectar gushed from her spasming pussy, soaking the sheets even further. A deep, guttural moan tore from her throat, muffled only slightly by the fabric clenched between her teeth. Her face twisted into an expression of sheer, unfiltered ecstasy, mouth frozen in a breathless "O" of satisfaction.

And just like that… her hime-cut was ruined.

The carefully arranged curtain of her bangs had fallen into disarray, exposing the flushed mess beneath. Strands of raven-black hair clung to her sweat-slick skin, her usually composed appearance shattered by the sheer force of her own pleasure.

She looked utterly wrecked.

Yet, in that moment of depravity, she was mesmerizing.

"Aaaah… That felt good… More… I need more…!"

Even as she lay there, body twitching in the aftermath of her climax, the hunger in her voice never waned.

"If it already feels this good… how much better would it be to have the real thing inside me?"

Her breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling erratically. She was gone—trapped in a world of insatiable lust. Her body screamed for more, and her mind… well, her mind had clearly abandoned all logic.

"What should I do…? I want it…" she murmured, voice hazy and dazed.

My fingers twitched.

There was no mistaking it now.

She wanted me to fuck her.

A sigh left my lips as I decided, then and there, to let my presence be known.

I shifted my weight deliberately, making just enough noise for her to hear.

Instantly, her body snapped to attention. "Who's there?"

"It's me," I answered, my voice steady. "I was about to ask you something, but seeing as you're… occupied, I figured I should wait until tomorrow."

Silence.

Then, a rustle of sheets.

She moved.

Before I could react, she was off the bed and right in front of me—faster than I expected, eyes burning with an intensity that sent a thrill down my spine.

Her breaths came out in hot, shuddering pants. Even in the darkness, I could see the way her sweat glistened, her body still burning from her previous climax.

And then—without warning—

She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into her room.

"You were listening, weren't you?"

Her voice was husky, thick with arousal, her lips slightly parted as if she were barely holding herself back. She was still flushed, still needy—and judging by the way she was looking at me…

She wasn't done yet.

I met her gaze head-on, unbothered. "I won't deny it," I said smoothly. "You weren't exactly subtle about it. Your moaning was loud, and leaving your door open… Well, it almost seems as if you wanted me to walk in on you."

"Well, I am not the type of woman who would directly invite someone to have sex with me, so I had to leave some hints," she murmured, her voice carrying a sultry edge. Her breaths were still uneven, the lingering heat of arousal evident in her flushed cheeks. "You did hear me say I wanted it, didn't you?"

"I did," I admitted without hesitation. There was no point in denying the obvious. Her moans had been loud, her words unmistakable.

"Then, since you deliberately made a noise while listening," she continued, stepping closer, her eyes flickering with mischief, "you must want it too."

She was direct, but beneath her confidence, I caught the faintest trace of hesitation—a conflict bubbling just beneath the surface.

"Honestly, I feel somewhat conflicted," she admitted, her fingers tracing small circles on her own arm. "I hadn't planned on doing this yet. I have research to complete, goals to achieve… I cannot risk pregnancy when there is still so much I wish to accomplish. And then there is the fact that this would be my first time—something I would be giving to a man I barely know. A man who isn't even from this world…"

Her words trailed off as she looked at me, eyes lingering on my face before she smirked slightly.

"But… you are rather handsome, so I suppose it's fine."

"That doesn't sound like just a little conflict to me," I remarked dryly.

"Well, you understand what I mean, don't you?" she exhaled. "I have never lain with a man before. The only thing that has ever been inside me is my own fingers. And now, my first would be with you—someone entirely foreign to this world. Not to mention the risk of pregnancy."

"You need not worry about that," I reassured her. "As long as I pull out, there won't be an issue."

Her eyes widened slightly as if she had never even considered such a thing.

"I see… Yes, that does make sense," she mused, bringing a hand to her chin in thought. "As long as the sperm does not meet the egg, conception is impossible."

Then, she glanced back at me, eyes gleaming with realization.

"Could it be… that you are a genius?"

I nearly laughed. The idea that I could be considered a genius for something so basic was almost amusing. But apparently, in this world, sex and pregnancy were seen as an inseparable cause-and-effect. The very concept of withdrawal seemed nonexistent here. For all the advancements in this world, their understanding of reproduction was oddly primitive.

"Now then…" she murmured, her tongue running slowly along her lips as her gaze drifted downward.

The room suddenly felt hotter.

"It seems you're experiencing… discomfort there," she noted, her voice taking on an almost clinical tone, as if she were a scientist analyzing an anomaly. "Would you permit me to examine it?"

"I wouldn't mind."

That was all the invitation she needed.

She knelt before me with slow, deliberate movements, positioning herself in a way that felt both natural and seductive. Her eyes, shimmering with curiosity, locked onto my hardened cock.

"Hmm…" she mused, tilting her head slightly. "I have never seen one in person before, but… I must admit, I am fascinated."

She reached out, wrapping her delicate fingers around the base, her grip firm yet tentative.

"Does it normally grow this large?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. "The automaton model we based on a human male wasn't nearly this big… Compared to yours, his looked almost… cute. Not that I have seen it in person, of course."

She let out a small huff, her warm breath cascading over my shaft. The sensation sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine.

"Ahhh…" She inhaled deeply, her eyelids fluttering. "As I thought… the scent is absolutely intoxicating."

Her fingers traced along the length, exploring its shape, its heat, its weight.

"I wonder how it tastes…" she whispered, her lips parting slightly.

"You may taste it," I allowed. "Though I would prefer if you refrained from biting."

Her expression didn't change, but I saw a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

"I see…" she murmured. Then, without further hesitation, she leaned in and let her tongue flick across the swollen tip.

A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through my body.

Her tongue—hot, wet, different. It wasn't just a normal human tongue. There was a certain roughness to it, an otherworldly heat that made my muscles tense involuntarily.

"Aaah… As I thought, I adore the scent," she murmured, her dazed eyes glistening as she licked her lips. "The taste itself is merely that of skin, yet… it is still pleasant."

She gazed up at me with half-lidded eyes, my cock still resting in her grasp. Her pupils had changed—once round, now bearing the distinct shape of hearts.

The look in her eyes was unmistakable.

She looked utterly entranced.

A researcher at heart, discovering something new for the first time.