Akira's eyes widened in shock as he stared at her left tit, fully exposed for his eyes to feast on. It was perfectly round, like a ripe peach, with soft, creamy skin that jiggled slightly from her stumble.
The pink and perky nipple stood out, hardening in the cool gym air, begging to be touched.
The red text, which he was becoming familiar with by now, flashed in his vision.
[CHOICE AVAILABLE]
[OPTION A: Touch one boob. Reward: +10 PERV-POINTS]
[OPTION B: Touch both boobs. Reward: +15 PERV-POINTS]
[OPTION C: Touch none and apologise. Reward: +2 CHARM]
Akira's mind raced. First, from the fact that he had torn her sports bra by accident, and second, from the options before him.
Charm might help in the long term, but the system thrives on Perv-Points… those are the real power-ups.
He lunged forward, pretending to help cover her up, but his hands landed right on both tits, grabbing and squeezing.
They felt so soft in his palms, warm and plush, his fingers barely covering the full curves as he kneaded them instinctively, thumbs brushing those stiff nipples.
Yuki gasped. "What the…?!"
Akira yanked his hands back like they'd been burned. "Oh shit, sorry! I was just trying to… cover you up! I didn't mean to!"
Yuki stumbled backwards, her hands flying to her chest to hold the damaged garment in place.
"Oh my God!" she shrieked.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean… I was trying to catch you…" Akira stammered, his face burning red.
Yuki turned around, her face equally red but with anger instead of embarrassment. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"It was an accident! I swear, I was just…"
"An accident?!" She clutched the torn sports bra, her other arm wrapped protectively around herself. "You just… you tore my…"
"I know! I'm sorry! Here, take my shirt." He pulled off his shirt quickly, handing it over bare-chested.
She snatched it, draping it in front of her chest. "Stay away from me."
"Yuki, I really didn't mean to…"
"How do you even know my name?" Her eyes were wide now, looking suspicious and angry. "You know what, I don't care. Just leave me alone."
She stormed toward the women's locker room, still clutching his shirt around herself.
Akira stood there, frozen, still holding the torn strap in his hand.
"Well," Ai's amused voice said in his mind. "That went well."
"Shut up," he muttered.
"I'm just saying, darling. Of all the ways to reintroduce yourself to your old crush, ripping her clothes off is certainly... memorable."
"It was an accident!"
"I know. But she doesn't." The system giggled. "This is going to be fun to watch."
Akira looked down at the torn fabric in his hand, then toward the locker room where Yuki had disappeared.
"I am so screwed," he whispered.
"Oh, absolutely," the system agreed cheerfully. "But look on the bright side; you got twenty Perv-Points out of it."
[STATS UPDATED: +20 PERV-POINTS]
[QUEST UPDATED: REPAIR RELATIONSHIP WITH YUKI HAYASHI]
[DIFFICULTY: HARD]
"Great," Akira muttered. "Just great."
The door to the gym opened, and Mia walked back in, looking annoyed. She took one look at Akira's expression and the torn fabric in his hand.
"What did I miss?" she asked.
Akira could only shake his head. "You don't want to know."
Then her eyes travelled down, and she kept staring.
'Oh my, is that his dick poking out of his pants?' Mia thought to herself. 'It must be huge for it to be showing over the shorts.'
Akira became self-conscious as he took in the way Mia was staring at him. "What're you looking at?"
He followed her gaze and gasped, seeing his hard dick tenting the fabric, the thick outline looking clear as day. "Oh."
He slapped a hand over it, trying to push it down.
A small grin showed on Mia's face as she thought to herself, 'Seems like I've found exactly what I've been looking for.'
She played it cool, approaching him. "Hey, no big deal. Happens to guys all the time, right?"
Akira couldn't look at her face, so his eyes dropped to her boobs, heaving a bit from her breathing. But that just made his erection throb harder.
"Uh, yeah," he mumbled. "Sorry."
"Don't be. Kinda flattering, actually." She crossed her arms, pushing her tits up more. "You done staring, or...?"
"Shit, sorry again." He forced his eyes up, but his dick wasn't cooperating.
Mia laughed low. "Relax, Creep King. Tell you what? Sit your ass down and rest. You've done your sets. Let me work out a bit before we bounce."
Akira nodded. "Okay, sure."
He shuffled to a bench on the side, adjusting himself under his shorts as discreetly as he could.
From there, he watched Mia hit the squat rack. She loaded light plates, bent down, and started pumping, her ass straining against those tight leggings, round cheeks flexing with each dip. The fabric stretched thin, outlining everything for his pervert eyes.
Alone with his thoughts, Akira couldn't help but remember how Yuki's tits felt in his hands. 'Damn, they were so soft, like pillows I could bury my face in. But Mia's ass... bet it'd feel even better, firm and bouncy, slapping back if I…'
"Yo, Akira!" Mia called, snapping him out of it. "Come here a sec? Think I pulled muscle too hard."
She was on all fours now, ass up in downward dog or some stretch, leggings hugging every curve.
He walked over, standing behind her, staring at that round ass. "Where exactly? Hurts bad?"
"My thigh," she whined, shifting so her cheeks jiggled a bit. "Right here… ow, shit, it hurts."
With shaky hands, he reached for her thigh, fingers grazing the smooth fabric over her inner leg. "Here?"
"No, a bit higher."
He slid up, inches higher, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. "Better?"
"Higher again."
His hand trembled as he went up more, now just centimetres from her pussy, the leggings damp in the crotch.
"Here?"
"No, I said a little higher."
By now, his fingers brushed the edge of her mound, feeling the intense heat radiating from her. He adjusted his pose and his dick which was still rock-hard, poked forward, the tip nudging right against her pussy through the thin layers between them.
Mia gasped. 'Is that his thing? He's a lot bigger and thicker than I thought he would be. Fuck, feels like it could split me.'
Then she started moving her ass back, grinding slowly against his erection, the friction making him groan low.
Akira was taken aback by this. 'Is she trying to seduce me? No way, but... damn, that feels good.'
She kept circling her hips, pressing harder. "Mmm, yeah, that's... helping the pull."
"Mia, what're you…"
She turned her head, looking back at him over her shoulder with dark eyes. "I want it."
"Uh?"
"I want it inside me."