Jason's powerful dropkick sent the old man careening backward until he struck the wall. He slumped to the ground, and a small trickle of blood ran from a cut on his head. Jason reached over and checked for a pulse—there was none. Though he had seen many lifeless bodies before, this was the first time he had taken a life. His hands trembled as he stared down at them. "This can't be real… it must be a dream," he murmured.
Ever since joining the Hunter Department, Jason had steeled himself for dangerous encounters. Hunters not only fought monsters but also took on those who abused their abilities.
Tonight, however, he had ended the life of an ordinary man—a man who had attempted to hurt someone. He reassured himself, "He's not real."
Deep down, he believed that this strange world was just a creation, not the real world. Perhaps it was even a dream. His special ability, Leisure Life, was meant to help him enjoy life in unexpected ways. With that thought, he turned away from the body. "Old man, I'll take it from here," he whispered, determination hardening his voice.
Jason stepped through the front door into a neat, quiet home. He sensed movement in the living room and crept closer, taking care not to make a sound. Peering through the glass pane of the door, he saw Rea Kutomori—a well-known actress—gently cleaning the room. Her graceful movements and calm focus caught his attention, and his heart skipped a beat.
Taking a slow, deep breath, Jason opened the door quietly so as not to startle her. Rea, absorbed in her work, didn't notice his presence at first. He gulped, Jason couldn't help to salivate at the sight of her ample buttocks. Even though they were encased in jeans, they looked incredibly enticing. The curve of her hip bones—visible when she bent over—was a work of art. She was wearing a pair of black T-shirt panties.
He stepped forward and lightly touched her shoulder. "Please, be quiet," he said in a low, measured tone that carried an unexpected firmness. His words, spoken in perfectly fluent Japanese—a language he had never formally learned.
Rea's eyes widened in shock as she paused, a mix of confusion and fear crossing her face. "Answer me," Jason continued, his tone gentle yet resolute. With a hesitant nod and a quiet, "Yes…" she indicated her understanding.
A small, enigmatic smile tugged at Jason's lips as he caught a subtle hint of her fragrance—a clean, soothing scent that made him momentarily forget the darkness of his actions. Even though a surge of conflicting emotions stirred within him, he reminded himself of his mission. "Listen carefully," he said, his voice calm but insistent. "There's no one here to help you, so please follow my instructions. If you cooperate, this will all be over quickly."
Rea's face softened into a look of hesitant acceptance. Jason press his body into her back, aroused member pressed against her ample, rounded buttocks. He wanted to thrust immediately, but restrained himself with superhuman patience.
[First POV]
I put my hand to cover her mouth, to make sure she won't scream on my next action. Than, I used my other hand to unbutton her apron. The apron fell to the floor, revealing her body.
I swallowed hard. Her natural, G-cup breasts were nearly bursting out from beneath her shirt. Astonishingly, she wasn't wearing a bra—the nipples protruded slightly through the fabric.
"Ummph," I murmured, as I caressed her breasts. In that moment, I experienced a taste of heaven. I instinctively fondled her soft breasts, unlike anything I had ever felt in this world.
I wanted nothing more than to rip off her clothes and plunge into her depths right then, but I held back. "This is the situation I've longed for. A killer situation that I can't waste because of my lust."
Slowly and as carefully as possible, I continued to caress her breasts, and her nipples hardened visibly—even through the shirt. "Uuuh…" She let out a quiet moan, and being so near, I didn't miss the sound.
"I'm going to treat your breasts like royalty. Your husband would love this—imagine him watching as I keep caressing you every night."
"Uuuh!"
I pressed my lips to her pale neck, licking and sucking it fervently.
After a few repeated kisses, a series of kiss marks appeared along her neck.
My tongue moved upward from her neck, exploring her ear. Her ear was pristine, and every time I focused on licking and sucking it, she trembled.
Her nipples were so hard now they almost looked pained by the pressure of her shirt.
Glancing at her eyes, I saw not fear, but a faint hint of passion. "…Ha." I was now convinced that this world was a world within a creation. Who in reality would get excited if a dangerous intruder fondled their breasts and licked their neck? No one.
"From now on, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. Don't scream or cause a fuss," I said firmly, staying in character. After all, this scene required me to play the role of an old man forcing himself upon her—purely to follow the scenario laid out by the system.
Cough—It's definitely just roleplaying to meet the system's conditions and get more rewards. Absolutely not my kink or anything weird like that. Cough Just acting, I swear.
"Mmph." She nodded.
I squeezed her left breast with my left hand. "Mmph…! Don't worry I won't hurt you, and this is just one time thing. You will never meet with me again after this."
"..." She nodded again, trembling. I removed my hand from covering her mouth. It was slick with her saliva—but I didn't find it repulsive.
Using my right hand, I caressed her buttocks. Even through her jeans, her round, firm backside felt delightful. "Really… this is just a one-time thing, isn't it?" she whispered.
"Do you really think that in this world there's only one woman like you?" I sneered maliciously. Forcing her to meet my gaze, I grabbed her chin with my right hand. Her light makeup accentuated her beauty, and I was one to notice faces. "Open your mouth."
"..."
"Open." I commanded, and under pressure she reluctantly complied. Her lips parted, revealing neat teeth and a modest tongue. I kissed her forcibly, thrusting my tongue in and teasing her mouth. It was my first kiss, and I had no technique at all.