Let me get this out of the way:
I did not expect my first skill unlock to include the phrase "Orgasmic Counterstrike."
Nor did I expect it to come with a moaning sound effect when equipped. That's right. The system moaned when I activated it. Loudly.
In a dungeon.
Where the walls were made of enchanted silicone.
And my pants were already 60% destroyed.
[System Message: Forbidden Skill Equipped]
→ Overdrive Orgasmic Counterstrike
✦ Status: Semi-Legal
✦ Trigger: Forced submission, climax threshold, or involuntary embarrassment
✦ Effect: Converts shame into explosive retaliatory energy
✦ Warning: Causes minor emotional trauma to nearby allies
✦ Bonus: +10% fame when activated in public
I don't know which part was worse—the "emotional trauma" clause or the fact that my pants were starting to smoke.
Zara's voice crackled over the comm-crystal embedded in my ear. "Still alive, virgin?"
"I prefer the term 'tactically untested'."
"Sure. Update me when your ego stops twitching."
The dungeon shifted. A soft pulse rolled through the floor, like a heartbeat made of velvet and questionable intent. This wasn't just a training ground—it was a live-streamed, illusion-enhanced hellscape of lewd traps and lust-fueled enemies.
And I had walked into the next chamber blind.
Big mistake.
Scene: Velvet Trap Arena – Dungeon Room 2
The chamber looked like a royal boudoir collided with a strip club and then got possessed by a hentai ghost.
Pillars wrapped in red lace. Floating pheromone candles. Carpets that purred when I stepped on them.
At the center stood a woman—if you could even call her that.
Tall. Lush. Wings made of mist and lingerie.
Eyes like aphrodisiacs poured into shot glasses. Lips painted in sin.
Dungeon Boss Detected: Velvet Widow – Illusion-Class Succubus, Rank C+
[System Warning: Boss specializes in mind-fogging charm magic and emotional blackmail.]
"You reek of inexperience," she purred.
"You'll make a delicious highlight reel."
I braced. System stats low. Confidence lower.
Velvet sauntered toward me, hips swaying like she invented rhythm. The system UI started stuttering—literally.
[Analyzing foe... A-A-Analyzing f-f-foe... l-lewd overload...]
"Oh come on!"
I lunged in with a basic attack—my only option.
She dodged with a twirl. Grabbed my collar mid-swing. Pulled me close.
"Let's play a game, rookie," she whispered. "You last thirty seconds without moaning… and I let you leave with your pants."
Spoiler: I moaned at second twelve.
[Status: Stunned – Caught in Velvet Bind]
[Arousal Level: 68% – Skill Threshold Approaching]
[Crowd Reaction: Mixed. Some are donating coins.]
I struggled in her grip, cheeks burning. She trailed a finger along my chest, eyes glowing pink.
Then came her skill:
[Velvet Kiss of Shame – Every failed resistance adds a random embarrassing memory to broadcast chat.]
"Oh god, please not the time I cried during a shampoo commercial—"
Memory Shared: Age 14 – Reo mistook edible lube for frosting.
"I WAS HUNGRY, OKAY!?"
And that's when it happened.
She tried to pin me. Her skill flared—pushing me over the limit.
The shame. The tension. The sheer public humiliation.
I felt the system stir. The moan UI blinked.
[Trigger Condition Met.]
[Activating: Overdrive Orgasmic Counterstrike.]
Suddenly, the world went slow-mo. My shame exploded in a blast of pink kinetic aura, blasting Velvet Widow off her feet and into a stack of vibrating furniture. Sparks flew. So did various suspiciously shaped "weapons."
I landed in a crouch. Shirt torn. Hair glowing faintly with sweat and system particles.
Somehow… I'd won.
[Boss Defeated!]
[Reward: +400 EroPoints, +10 Charm, +1 Rank Progression, +1 Dungeon Key]
[Loot Drop: "Lust-Slicked Boots of +2 Thrust Speed"]
[Fan Comments: "Bro popped off—literally 💦" / "Is that move banned???" / "REO NATION RISE"]
I collapsed. The boots squeaked.
Zara's voice returned.
"Not bad, virgin. You detonated yourself into victory. That's... new."
"Did you watch all that?"
"I streamed it on the gym TVs. Even the treadmills moaned."
Back at the safe zone, I sat with my new loot, nursing a sore everything. But in the quiet, something hit me. Not the shame. Not even the fame spike.
It was this:
For the first time since I woke up in this ridiculous second life… I didn't feel powerless.
Ridiculous? Yes. Horny? Constantly. But powerless?
Not anymore.
Then the system pinged again.
[System Message: Private Invitation Received.]
Sender: "S. Valkyria – Director of Forbidden Streams Studios"
Content: "We watched your dungeon run. Let's talk business."
Attached: [VIP Dungeon Key – Access: The Red Spiral Mirror]
And then:
[Side Quest Unlocked: Meet the Forbidden Producer]
Difficulty: ??
Content Rating: ???
Warning: Mirrors remember everything.
To be continued...