My Eros System Grants Me Infinite Romance Routes-Chapter 176: Just Right...

"Akira," she panicked slightly, her breath catching as her eyes darted around the dark, open park. "Wait. Really? Here?"

"Just my fingers," he promised in a low, soothing voice, anchoring her to the present. "I won’t push you too far. I know it’s your first time, Yuki. We’ll save the rest for a real bed with locked doors. But let me take care of you right now."

The tension drained out of her shoulders in a long, shuddering exhale.

The reassurance, the promise of safety mixed with the sheer, undeniable thrill of the taboo, was exactly what her system scan had demanded.

"Okay," she whispered. "Okay. Do it. Please."

He slid his hand past the thick denim of her waistband and under the thin lace of her panties. The heat from her body was intense, and he found her completely wet. Her warm wetness instantly covered his fingers, a clear sign of everything she had been holding back.

"Fuck, Yuki," he groaned, genuinely surprised by the sheer volume of her wetness. "You’re dripping for me."

"Don’t say it like that," she whined, burying her face into his jacket to hide her burning embarrassment.

"It’s the truth," he said, ignoring her protest.

He rubbed his thumb slowly over her swollen clit, feeling it jump beneath his touch. "You’re so wet. So ready. You’ve been wanting this since the hotel, haven’t you?"

"Since before that," she confessed into his chest, her fingers curling tight into his shirt fabric. "Since that day at the gym when you walked up to me... you looked at me differently that day. I kept waiting for you to notice me."

"I’m glad I started looking."

He pushed one finger inside her.

She was very tight. The unbroken barrier of her virginity was just past his fingertip, but he didn’t go further. Instead, he curves his finger up, pushing hard against her G-spot, while his thumb kept moving in a steady circle on her clit.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, the sound entirely muffled by his jacket. Her hips jerked violently forward, her inner walls clamping down on his finger.

"Shh," he soothed, kissing the side of her head, his breath tangling in her messy hair. "Quiet, remember? Anyone could hear."

"I can’t," she sobbed quietly as tears of pure, overwhelming stimulation leaked from her eyes, soaking into his lapel. "It’s too much. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s too much, Akira."

"It’s just right," he praised her. "You’re doing so well. Look at me, Yuki. Open your eyes."

She forced her eyes open. They were hazy, completely blown out with a lust she didn’t know how to handle. Her chest heaved, her lips parted and trembling.

"You’re so beautiful when you fall apart for me," he whispered, delivering the exact, targeted praise her mind desperately craved.

The words hit her like a physical blow, and her entire body went rigid.

"Akira!" she gasped, her fingernails digging into the rough bark of the tree behind her as he finally released her wrists. Her hands dropped, clutching desperately at his broad shoulders for anchor.

"Let it go," he commanded, his finger pumping faster, his thumb pressing harder, maximizing the friction. "Cum for me. Right now. Show me how much you want it."

"I’m... I’m...!"

She couldn’t finish the sentence.

A violent, full-body shudder ripped through her. She clamped her mouth shut, biting down hard on her own lip to stifle her screams as wave after wave of intense, blinding pleasure wracked her frame.

Her pussy spasmed around his finger over and over again, milking him, drenching his hand in a fresh, endless flood of creamy arousal.

Akira held her steady against the tree, his arm wrapped tight around her waist to keep her from collapsing into the dirt. He kept up the stimulation through the entire climax, ensuring she felt every single agonizingly sweet second of it, until finally, her legs gave out completely.

She slumped heavily against his chest, panting heavily, her body trembling with violent aftershocks.

"I’ve got you," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

He slowly withdrew his hand, the wet, squelching sound loud in the quiet night. He discreetly wiped his slick fingers on the inside of his own jacket to avoid staining her clothes.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

The only sounds were the rustling of the leaves above them, Yuki’s ragged breathing, and the distant, muffled sirens of the city.

Slowly, Yuki pushed herself back slightly, leaning her weight against the tree trunk. Her face was still heavily flushed, and her hair a messy halo around her face.

She looked down at herself, at the way her jeans were undone and her sweater bunched up. But as she moved to adjust her clothes, her hand brushed against the front of Akira’s jeans.

She froze. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Even through the thick denim, the heat and rigid length of his arousal were impossible to ignore.

He was rock hard, and she could see the thick, heavy bulge pressing against the zipper.

Yuki looked up at him, her hazy eyes clearing just enough to process the reality of the situation. "You’re... you’re still..."

"I’m fine," Akira said smoothly, catching her hand and gently pulling it away from his waist. "I told you, I’m just taking care of you tonight. You don’t need to worry about me."

"But it’s not fair," she whispered, her ’Validation Seeker’ trait flaring up wildly.

She had just experienced her first and most intense pleasure of her life, and he was standing there, completely unsatisfied, sacrificing his own relief for her comfort.

The guilt and the desperate need to prove her worth surged to the surface. "I’m a complete mess, and you get nothing?"

"Seeing you like this is enough for me right now."

"No." She shook her head stubbornly. "No, it’s not."

Before Akira could stop her, Yuki dropped to her knees right there in the grass and woodchips.

"Yuki, what are you doing?" Akira asked, his voice dropping in warning. "Get up. The ground is dirty."

"I don’t care," she said in a trembling but determined voice. She looked up at him from her knees, her hands reaching out to grip his belt. "I want to do this. I want to help you."

The blue interface flared to life in Akira’s vision.

[SYSTEM ALERT: MAIDEN’S INITIATION DETECTED]

[TARGET ACTION: UNCHARTED INTIMACY (ORAL SERVICE)]

[ANALYSIS: Target is acting on a combination of extreme gratitude, unresolved lust, and a deep-seated need to secure her emotional standing. She has zero practical experience.]

[CHOICE REQUIRED:]

[A: THE GENTLE TUTOR — Guide her slowly. Stop her if she goes too far. Prioritize her comfort over your pleasure. Reward: +500 PP. Target feels safe but unfulfilled in her submissive desires.]

[B: THE DEMANDING MASTER — Take control of the situation. Feed her hidden domination kink by giving her strict, authoritative commands. Make her earn her place. Reward: +1,200 PP, Unlocks ’Submissive Devotion’ trait. Target’s fear-based attachment converts to loyalty.]

[C: ESSENCE OVERRIDE — Channel a fraction of Lilithia’s essence into her mind, granting her the temporary skills of a succubus. Reward: +2,000 PP. Consequence: Severe mental fatigue for the target post-encounter.]

Akira didn’t want to break her mind with demonic essence, nor did he want to coddle her when she was practically begging to be commanded.

He needed to anchor her to him through the exact psychological dynamic she secretly craved.

"Option B," Akira murmured internally.

He looked down at the girl kneeling before him in the shadows of the park. "You’ve never done this before, have you?"

Yuki shook her head, her cheeks burning. "Ni. I don’t... I don’t really know what to do. But I want to learn. For you."

"Then you’re going to listen to exactly what I say," Akira ordered, his voice hardening into a tone of absolute authority. "If you do exactly what I tell you, I’ll let you take care of me. Understand?"

A shiver of pure, submissive thrill ran down her spine. "Yes. I understand."

"Take it out."

Yuki’s hands shook slightly as she reached for his belt buckle. She undid the leather strap, popped the button, and slowly pulled the zipper down. She reached inside the waistband of his boxers and slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick, heavy shaft.

She let out a soft gasp as she pulled him free into the cool night air.

"It’s... it’s huge, Akira," she breathed, her eyes wide as she stared at the heavy, vein-ridged length of him. The dark, swollen head was already weeping a bead of pre-cum. "I didn’t know it was this big."

"Don’t just stare at it," Akira commanded, his hands moving to rest on the crown of her head, his fingers tangling lightly in her hair. "Lick the tip. Clean it up."

Yuki swallowed hard.

She leaned forward, closing her eyes, and tentatively stuck her tongue out. She dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside of his shaft, right over the sensitive frenulum, and lapped at the salty drop of fluid at the very tip.

"Good," Akira praised, feeling a jolt of pleasure at her soft, wet touch. "Now open your mouth. Take the head in. Just the head."

She obeyed, parting her lips and leaning in. She enveloped the thick crown of his cock, the sudden, wet heat of her mouth a stark contrast to the evening chill.

"Oh fuck," Akira groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily.

Yuki pulled back slightly, looking up at him with wide, worried eyes. "Did I do it wrong? Was it teeth?"

"No," he said, tightening his grip on her hair by just a fraction. "It was perfect. Do it again. And this time, suck on it."

She took him back into her mouth. This time, she applied pressure, her cheeks hollowing out slightly as she sucked on the sensitive head.

She bobbed her head up and down in short, clumsy strokes, her hands gripping his thighs for balance.

"Watch your teeth," Akira corrected sharply when he felt a slight scrape. "Wrap your lips over your teeth. Flatten your tongue underneath it."

Yuki immediately adjusted, curling her lips inward to create a softer, wetter cushion. She dragged her tongue along the underside as she bobbed, her technique improving by the second under his strict guidance.

"That’s it. That’s a good girl," Akira said, his voice dropping into a dark, hypnotic rhythm. "You like being on your knees for me, don’t you?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed around his cock, her eyes rolling up to meet his, completely submissive.

"Take more of it," he ordered. "Open your throat. Let me in."

Yuki hesitated for a fraction of a second, intimidated by his size, but the command pushed her forward. She slid her mouth further down his shaft, taking in half his length.

She choked slightly, a soft gagging sound vibrating against his skin.

"Breathe through your nose," he instructed, his hands holding her head steady, not letting her pull away from the discomfort. "Relax your jaw. Don’t fight it."