Warmth.
Soft, yielding warmth pressed against me, her curves molding into my chest as if she belonged there. My hand was still on her ass, fingers sinking into her flesh as though they had been there all night. A quiet moan vibrated against my ear when I squeezed without thinking, her body rocking faintly in response.
For a heartbeat, I thought I was still in Tokyo. Still in that cramped apartment with the scent of cheap perfume, sweat, and lust clinging to the sheets.
But the dream—the light.
The memory of it burned behind my eyelids: a glow that swallowed me whole, a voice whispering promises I couldn't understand. Was it just a dream? Or—
I opened my eyes.
And froze.
The woman in my arms… wasn't the one from last night.
Her hair spilled over the sheets in waves of pale gold, glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. Her skin was flawless, warm beneath my touch, but it wasn't her beauty that rooted me in shock—it was the ears. Long, delicate, and unmistakably pointed.
Elf ears.
My pulse spiked, panic seizing my chest. This wasn't Tokyo. This wasn't even close. I tore my gaze from her body and looked around. The room was massive, lit by the soft flicker of oil lamps. Stone walls lined with carved wood. Heavy curtains of deep crimson. A fireplace crackling faintly with embers. It looked like something torn out of a medieval painting.
"What the hell…" I muttered, trying to pull away. My body shifted, muscles tense, ready to bolt.
She stirred against me, eyelids fluttering open. Emerald eyes—too bright, too vivid to be human—fixed on mine. She smiled faintly, as though she had been waiting for me to wake.
"You're awake," she whispered, her voice smooth, melodic, carrying a strange accent that curled at the edges of every word.
My throat went dry. I tried to pull back again, but her hands slipped around my waist, holding me firmly in place.
"Don't go," she breathed, pressing her forehead to my chest. "Please. I… I need you."
The sincerity in her voice made my panic falter. She sat up slowly, sheets sliding off her bare skin.
I swallowed hard.
Her breasts—full, round, perfect—bounced lightly with the movement, and my eyes betrayed me, locking onto them. I couldn't look away. I didn't want to.
And she didn't mind. In fact, her lips curved into the faintest smile, as though she enjoyed my staring.
She shifted, straddling my lap in one fluid motion. My breath hitched, my hands instinctively gripping her hips. Heat radiated off her bare skin as her body pressed down against me.
"Wh—where am I?" My voice cracked. "Who are you?"
Her eyes sparkled, almost amused by my fear. She leaned forward until her lips hovered just above mine, her breath warm.
"Welcome…" she whispered, her voice dripping with promise, "…to Alsteria."
The name rang in my head like a bell, strange yet heavy with meaning.
I didn't understand. I couldn't.
But the way she looked at me—with hunger, with need, with something deeper than lust—told me one thing.
My life would never be the same again.
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Her hips shifted against mine, slow and deliberate, as if she already knew the rhythm of my heartbeat. My hands, almost moving on their own, cupped her ass—firm, perfect, made to be held. My fingers dug in and squeezed, pulling her tighter to me.
She gasped softly, her body arching in response. The sound sent a jolt down my spine.
And then—
System Notification:
> [Intimacy Sync Detected]
Connection Level: 1
Sync Progress: 7%... 12%...
The glowing text burned across my vision, translucent but undeniable. My breath caught in my throat.
"What the hell?!" I choked, my grip tightening as the words hovered in the air.
She stilled for a moment, tilting her head curiously, emerald eyes searching mine. "What's wrong?" she asked, voice husky, her hips still pressing, rocking faintly as if she couldn't stop even if she tried.
"You don't see that?" I barked, staring at the shimmering notifications. "There's… there's text in front of me—something about… sync—"
A moan slipped from her lips as she ground harder against me. "That's your guide," she whispered breathlessly, leaning forward until her breasts pressed against my chest. Her lips brushed my ear, warm and needy. "Don't fight it. Give in… harder."
Her words ignited something reckless inside me.
I shifted beneath her, bucking up with more force, my hands pulling her firmly against me. She gasped again, louder this time, her moan vibrating into my mouth as she kissed me—deep, wet, hungry.
System Notification:
> [Intimacy Sync Accelerated]
Connection Level: 1 → Level 2]
Stat Bonus Acquired: +Strength, +Vitality
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The numbers flickered across my vision in rhythm with her movements, pulsing faster the harder she rocked against me. My fear—raw and frantic only moments ago—melted into something else. Something darker, hotter. Excitement. Power. The kind of fire I had never felt in my life.
"How…" My voice cracked between uneven breaths, my lips brushing her collarbone as she moaned into my ear. I gripped her ass, guiding her to move harder, faster, my body betraying the panic in my head. "How… did I get here? To this… world?"
Her lashes fluttered, her mouth parting with a gasp as she shifted her hips in a slow circle that made my breath hitch. "Y-yes…" Her voice trembled, not just from her words, but from the pleasure spilling between them. She leaned forward until our foreheads pressed together, her lips shaking against mine. "You've been… ahh—summoned… to Alsteria."
The name rolled over me, strange yet weighted, and before I could form another thought she pushed down harder, making me grunt as her body swallowed mine to the hilt.
"You are…" she panted, her moan catching as she started to move again, harder this time, "…our last… hope."
Her words tangled with the wet slap of our bodies, the heat building between us, the fire clawing up my spine. My nails dug into her soft skin, forcing her closer, grounding myself in her trembling body.
I swallowed thickly, fighting for air. "Hope for what?" I rasped, my lips dragging along her jaw, tasting the sweat on her skin. "What the hell am I supposed to do in this world?"
She gasped as my thrusts grew sharper, her breasts bouncing against my chest. But even in the haze of pleasure, she answered, her voice breaking with every motion.
"Alsteria… was once whole," she moaned, head tilting back, her throat exposed. "A land of balance… of gods and mortals living as one. But the gods grew greedy."
Her nails raked down my back, sharp enough to sting. "They created Harishers… abominations born of shadow and death… monsters that devour everything. Villages burn, kingdoms fall… every year more are lost."
The system pulsed again in my vision—
System Notification:
> [Intimacy Sync Accelerated]
Sync Progress: 54%... 67%...
Her body shuddered around me as if in rhythm with the glowing numbers.
I groaned, hips snapping up to meet her with more force, unable to stop myself. "And me?!" I growled, the question tearing out of me between gasps, my fingers squeezing her ass harder, spreading her wide as I thrust deeper. "What the fuck does this—" another moan ripped from my throat, "—have to do with me?!"
Her lips crashed into mine, sloppy, desperate, her breath hot and trembling. When she pulled back, her eyes burned with something more than lust—something pleading.
"Because only you can turn what the gods cursed… into salvation," she gasped. Her body rolled over me with renewed hunger, each thrust driving the words deeper. "Your… pleasure—your touch—is the key. When you give… when you take… when you make women yours—"
She moaned, arching against me as I drove harder into her.
"—the system awakens… and with it, the strength to kill the Harishers. To free us."
Her words hit me like fire and ice at once. I was panting, groaning, kissing her hungrily as the meaning sank in. My body was betraying my mind—every push, every squeeze, every sound she made tore me closer to the edge.
"You're saying…" I hissed through clenched teeth, holding her hips as I slammed upward, her breasts bouncing with the motion. "I get stronger… every time I—"
"Yes," she moaned before I could finish, her nails digging into my shoulders as her pace grew frantic, her voice trembling with ecstasy and desperation. "Every time you take a woman… every time she cries your name… the system feeds you power."
The system pulsed again—bright, insistent.
System Notification:
> [Sync Progress: 88%... 92%...]
[Skill Unlock Imminent]
My vision blurred with fire, with heat, with her. I couldn't stop. She wouldn't let me.
Her lips brushed mine again, her voice breaking between sobbing moans. "So please… don't stop. Don't hold back. Alsteria needs you. I need you."
Her body clamped around me, pulling me deeper, dragging me toward the brink. And the system roared in my vision, feeding on every thrust, every kiss, every desperate cry that echoed in the strange medieval room where my new life had begun.
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