My Eros System Grants Me Infinite Romance Routes-Chapter 175: Stop Thinking...

"Then you’ll have to be quiet," Akira murmured, pressing his hips flush against hers.

Yuki made a sound that sounded a little bit like a laugh and also a moan at the same time. Her head fell back against the rough bark of the tree. "I can’t... not with you touching me like that."

"You can," he said, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below her jaw. "I know you can. You’ve always been good at keeping secrets."

"This isn’t a secret," she gasped as his teeth lightly grazed her neck. "This is public indecency. We’re in the middle of the park."

"We’re in the shadows. No one is looking."

"You don’t know that." Her breathing was already turning shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly against his. "Someone could be walking their dog. Someone could be cutting through to the station."

"Let them walk," Akira said, moving his mouth up to her earlobe. He took the soft flesh between his lips and sucked gently.

Yuki shivered violently, her knees buckling just a fraction. "Ah! Akira, wait. You can’t just do that."

"Do what?" he asked innocently, his warm breath fanning her ear.

"Find exactly what makes my legs give out in five seconds. It’s not fair."

"I’m just paying attention," he replied. He brought his hands up, catching both of her wrists. He guided her arms upward, pressing her wrists flat against the tree trunk above her head. He didn’t grip her hard enough to hurt, just firmly enough to let her know she was restrained.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice dropping to a breathless whisper.

"Holding you in place," he said. "You’re fidgeting."

"I’m nervous."

"Don’t be." He leaned in, their noses brushing. "Do you want me to let your hands go?"

She hesitated, her eyes locked onto his in the dim light.

Akira pulled up the Lust Scan’s data from his previous scan, the text flashing through his mind:

[LUST SCAN ACTIVATED (LVL 2)]

[TARGET: YUKI HAYASHI]

[SURFACE EMOTION: EMBARRASSMENT, GUILT]

[DEEPER DESIRE: STRONG UNRESOLVED ATTRACTION TO HOST]

[HIDDEN KINK: WANTS TO BE DOMINATED BUT FIGHTS IT DUE TO INEXPERIENCE] 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

[VULNERABILITY: LONELY, CRAVING PHYSICAL CONNECTION, LOSING HER VIRGINITY]

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[LUST SCAN - TARGET: YUKI HAYASHI]

[SENSITIVE ZONES: Neck and earlobes (light kisses and whispers send shivers straight to her core, making her clit throb and pussy clench emptily); inner wrists (gentle sucking causes her labia to flush and slickness to build); lower back (firm massages make her hips arch instinctively, her entrance pulsing with need); feet (toe sucking overwhelms her with unexpected waves of heat, flooding her folds with creamy arousal).]

[PREFERRED FOREPLAY: Oral sex (cunnilingus with slow tongue circles on her clit, building to sucking while fingers tease her entrance); fingering (gentle insertion with curved fingers hitting her G-spot, combined with thumb rubbing her clit); nipple bites (light nips and sucks on her hardened peaks, alternating with tongue flicks); sensual massage (oily hands gliding over her body, focusing on thighs and breasts to make her pussy drip); dirty talk (whispered praises like "You’re so wet for me" while tracing her labia).]

[PREFERRED POSITIONS: Spooning (allows for intimate cuddling from behind, cock sliding deep while hands roam her breasts and clit, whispering in her ear for emotional reassurance); Missionary with legs wrapped (face-to-face for eye contact and kissing, her pussy gripping tightly as she pulls him deeper); Reverse Cowgirl (her controlling the depth and angle, grinding her ass against him while he caresses her back, but only after trust is built to avoid feeling exposed).]

[KINKS/FETISHES: Light bondage with silk ties (feeling restrained but safe heightens her arousal, making her clit hypersensitive and pussy soak the sheets); Praise kink (words like "You’re so beautiful when you come for me" trigger intense climaxes, her inner muscles milking relentlessly); Sensory play (blindfolds combined with ice or feathers on her nipples and labia, building unbearable tension until she begs for penetration, her entrance quivering and slick).

This was the closest he could get to giving it to her right now without pulling out props.

"No," she finally whispered, her cheeks burning dark red. "Keep holding them."

"Good girl," he praised softly.

Her breath hitched at the words. "You’re completely different. You know that, right?"

"Different how?" he asked, shifting his weight so his thigh pressed directly between her legs, rubbing right against the seam of her jeans.

"Ah... just... different," she stammered, squirming against his thigh. "You used to be so quiet. So passive. Now you just take what you want. You pin my arms to a tree and tell me I’m a good girl."

"Do you hate it?"

"No. I think I’m terrified of how much I like it."

"Then stop thinking," Akira said.

He let go of her wrists with one hand, keeping them both pinned with his left, while his right hand slid down to her waist. He slipped his fingers under the hem of her sweater.

"Akira," she gasped, feeling his warm palm against her bare stomach.

"I’m right here." He traced the curve of her waist, his thumb brushing against her ribs.

"We shouldn’t," she argued weakly, even as she leaned into his touch. "We’re right next to the playground where we used to play when we were seven."

"And now we’re adults, and we’re playing a different game," he said. His hand moved upward, cupping the soft, heavy weight of her breast through the fabric of her bra.

"Oh my god," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut.

"You’re so beautiful, Yuki," he whispered, deliberately feeding her praise kink. "I’ve wanted to touch you like this for a long time."

"Liar," she accused, though there was no heat in it. "You barely looked at me back then... and you... fvckk... you haven’t seen me in the last two years until re-recently."

"I looked," he corrected, his thumb finding her hardening nipple through the lace and rolling it gently. "I just didn’t let you catch me looking. There’s a difference."

"Why?" she asked, her voice tight with pleasure. "Why ignore me if you wanted me?"

"Because guys only ever look at your body," Akira said, lowering his voice, getting serious. "They objectify you. They stare at your chest and ignore everything else. I didn’t want to be just another guy staring at you."

Yuki opened her eyes, staring at him with a vulnerability that made his chest ache. "You really saw that?"

"I saw all of it. I saw how uncomfortable it made you. I saw how you started wearing oversized sweaters just to hide yourself." He squeezed her breast gently. "But you don’t have to hide from me now. You’re safe with me. I see you, Yuki. All of you."

A single tear slipped down her cheek, catching the faint amber light of the streetlamp. "You always know exactly what to say to completely ruin my defenses."

"I’m just telling the truth."

"Prove it," she challenged in a trembling voice. "Touch me. Make me forget that we’re standing in a public park."

"Gladly."

Akira unclasped her bra with a flick of his fingers through her sweater. He pushed the fabric up, exposing her bare breasts to the cool night air. The contrast between the chill of the evening and the burning heat of his hands made her gasp sharply.

"You’re perfect," he praised, leaning down. He took one tight, pebble-hard nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the peak before sucking gently.

"Ahhh! Akira!" she cried out, her hands instinctively trying to pull free from his grip to hold his head.

"Keep your hands up," he reminded her, his voice vibrating against her wet skin.

"I can’t... it feels too good... please!"

"Let me hear how good it feels," he said, switching to her other breast, biting lightly on the peak. "But keep it quiet. Remember where we are."

She bit her own lower lip, her head thrashing side to side against the bark. "You’re driving me crazy. My whole body feels like it’s vibrating."

"Tell me where else it vibrates."

"You know where," she whimpered.

"I want you to tell me," he insisted, his hand moving down from her chest, tracing a line over her flat stomach, stopping just above the button of her jeans.

"Lower," she begged, her face flushed red. "Please, Akira. Down there. It’s so empty."

"You asked for it."

"Do the other girls get this too if they asked for it?" she blurted out suddenly. The question slipped out of her before she could stop it as she remembered the time she saw Akira taking Mia at the gym.

Akira paused. "What?"

"Do they?" she asked, her chest heaving. "Mia. Rina. Whoever else is hanging around you these days. Do you pin them to walls and make them beg too?"

[SYSTEM ALERT: CRITICAL EMOTIONAL JUNCTURE]

[TARGET TRAUMA: ’VALIDATION SEEKER’ TRIGGERED]

[Warning: Target’s fear-based attachment is warring with her intense arousal. Her virgin status makes this psychological threshold extremely fragile. How you answer will permanently define the trajectory of her route.]

[CHOICE REQUIRED:]

[A: THE SWEET LIE — Tell her she is the only one. Deny the others completely to soothe her insecurities. Reward: +2000 Affinity. Consequence: Guaranteed future route collapse/trauma when the harem reality is exposed.]

[B: THE INCUBUS CLAIM — Admit the truth. Tell her they all belong to you, and now she does too. Crush her vanilla worldview with absolute dominance. Reward: +1,500 PP, Unlocks ’Corrupted Childhood Friend’ path. Consequence: Destroys her innocent romantic ideals forever, replacing them with toxic dependency.]

[C: SENSORY OVERRIDE — Deflect the question. Anchor her entirely to the physical present. Deny her the argument and force her to focus only on your touch. Reward: +500 PP, maintains current route stability.]

Akira read the floating text in a fraction of a second.

Option A was a ticking time bomb. Option B would break the Yuki he grew up with, twisting her into something desperate and broken just to fit into his demonic reality.

So he chose C.

"Right now, there’s only you," Akira deflected smoothly.

"That’s a non-answer," she pointed out, sounding breathless but stubborn.

"It’s the only answer that matters," he said, looking her directly in the eyes. "I’m not touching Mia right now. I’m not touching Rina. I’m holding your wrists. I’m looking at your face. I’m listening to you breathe."

"But tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is tomorrow. Right now, you’re the only thing in my world." He slid his hand around to her lower back, pressing firmly against her spine.

Yuki let out a sharp cry as the firm massage hit a nerve, her hips arching instinctively forward, grinding her crotch against his leg.

"See?" he whispered. "Your body doesn’t care about anyone else. It just wants me."

"You’re an arrogant jerk," she muttered, but she ground against his thigh again, seeking friction.

"I’m the arrogant jerk who’s about to make you feel very, very good," Akira said. He undid the button of her jeans, and the sound as he slowly pulled the zipper down filled the space between them.

[SYSTEM ALERT: MAIDEN’S THRESHOLD]

[TARGET STATUS: VIRGIN. AROUSAL AT CRITICAL MASS.]

[PUBLIC EXPOSURE RISK: EXTREME]

"Akira," she panicked slightly, her eyes darting around the dark park. "Wait. Really? Here?"