A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 91: Not Long Ago, Kiven’s Story (2) *

Chapter 91: Not Long Ago, Kiven’s Story (2) *

When was the last time my hands trembled like this?

When I first started training, I don't think my hands were shaking like this even when I was so tired the next morning that I couldn't even lift a fork.

My fingers, shaking so violently, carefully crossed the air.

Kuuk.

He stabbed Sophie in the chest.

'... '

It was soft.

It was soft.

It went in wide.

It is elastic.

Many other descriptions filled Kiven's mind.

However, among all the descriptions, there were no words that could express Kiven's feelings right now.

I pressed it with my fingers once again, bleached white in her mind.

Hold.

Shaking...

'... !'

There was no particular intention.

The feel of her breasts was so fantastic that she just held still, wanting to feel a little more.

And my hands were just shaking from extreme tension.

However, as the two facts were intertwined, an unexpected phenomenon occurred.

'It's shaking!'

Grrrr.

Her fingers trembled as they dug deep into her chest, and her soft breasts swayed along with them.

It may have been an illusion, but it felt like my bulging chest was rippling.

Kiven looked at the magnificent scene as if fascinated.

Then I removed my finger and tried to stab it in a different place this time.

Among the beautiful breasts, one spot of pink catches the eye even more.

'It's big... '

That was my first impression.

Men have breasts, and men also have nipples.

However, the woman's nipples she saw for the first time were completely different from men's.

It has presence.

Unlike men's nipples, which can be felt slightly when it is very cold, women's nipples are different in size and protrusion.

Perhaps just as the size of a man's dick varies from person to person, the size of a woman's nipples may also vary from person to person.

However, since the pink color was maintained, my eyes were naturally taken away.

Talk.

The finger touches the tip of the chest.

How should I describe this texture?

Soft? No, it was simply not a feeling that could be expressed that way.

It is hard? It's not like that either. There was some sexual knowledge that a woman's nipples would stand up when she was excited, but it didn't seem to be in that state yet.

It's soft and fluffy, but I feel like it's definitely solid, so I involuntarily want to hold on to it with force...

Flinch!

Suddenly, Sophie's body trembled slightly.

Before I knew it, I was holding Sophie's cute nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

Kiven was startled and released his fingers from holding her nipple and held his breath.

'Did you get caught?!'

It was strange that I didn't get caught as he was openly sitting next to me and poking my chest as if he was handling a strange toy.

However, if you think about it that way, it was strange that the potion exploded, the man entered the room without permission, and Sophie didn't show any reaction until the room was cleaned.

I knew that Sophie's condition was strange, but I don't know if it was due to the failed potion or if there was another cause.

In other words, it was unclear when he would wake up.

It is normal for an ordinary person to withdraw from a situation like this where it would not be strange to be caught at any time.

In the first place, an ordinary person would call a doctor if their childhood friend was in such a strange state, and would not even think about sexually harassing them.

But Kiven felt like there was a strange black fog in his head right now.

The urge to take this opportunity to meet this woman fills her heart.

Kiven, who came to his senses for a moment in surprise when Sophie flinched, turned black again.

'... '

Without even knowing what she was thinking, she raised her hand again.

She stretched out only her fingers, but unlike before, she cupped her entire breast.

The warm body temperature of her skin warms her sweaty palms without her realizing it.

And with her mind blank, she only moved her hands.

Casting.

As I continued to message her chest, my dark heart gradually began to clear.

Is there a saying that breasts are the best mental stabilizer for men?

At least at this moment, it was true.

Thus, by the time a red handprint was left on her chest, Kiven was able to come to her senses.

'What was I doing?'

An action that my normal self would never have done.

However, looking at the current situation, saying what it would have been like normally was meaningless.

Because he was actually molesting Sophie.

Kiven came to his senses and quickly left.

Even if Sophie's condition was strange, she might remember everything she saw and heard, or she might be able to tell that someone had broken in if she saw that the lock was broken, etc. There was no time to think about such things.

...

"... "Oh my?"

Long after Kiven left, Sophie also came to her senses.

"Again... "

Sophie has been good at concentrating since long ago.

Once I was immersed in one thing, I couldn't get out of it no matter how many people around me called.

But these days, since I started learning alchemy, my concentration has increased to a strange degree.

In alchemy, where a small difference of 1 mg can be a big mistake, it was definitely an advantage to be able to achieve results regardless of the surrounding environment by exercising extreme concentration.

If you come out of your concentration and see the room in disarray, you will end up complaining despite its advantages.

The potion bottle was shattered, with only the bottom half remaining, and seeing as the ingredients used for alchemy were scattered here and there, I guess I made another mistake, and it exploded.

Meanwhile, looking at the notes that clearly organized how the pension was paid, where the explosion occurred, and the probable cause, I could only sigh.

Why can't I use this concentration to organize my surroundings?

It's not like you become a different personality when you're concentrating.

It was Sophie who clearly had self-consciousness, held a pen and wrote on her own, and was the one who thought about each and every cause of the problem.

But I don't remember anything else.

I remember there was an explosion. But how did you organize it after that?

I remember diligently organizing it in a notebook with a pen. But didn't a single finger hurt while organizing this large amount of content?

Sophie's concentration was like this.

You can become extremely focused on something you want to focus on. However, I become infinitely insensitive to other things.

There was a time when a bug came in and made a fuss.

Sophie, who did not feel or care at all even if a bug hovered in front of her eyes or lingered in her ear, kicked the bug out only when it was about to fall into the alchemy solution.

Because it interfered with the pension results.

When Sophie was concentrating, she left it on if it didn't interfere with the pension results, and excluded it if it did. I couldn't even remember how I excluded it. Because that's not important when it comes to pensions.

It still is. The reason why the desk was strangely clean even though the bottle was shattered in the explosion is probably because leaving glass shards would interfere with my ability to write my next pension or study notes.

Still, it is clear that glass fragments are dangerous. If you make a mistake, you may end up hurting your body.

Moreover, since minor injuries did not directly cause problems in studying alchemy, he would have continued to study regardless of the fact that he was in a state of concentration, and the glass fragments that had penetrated his body during that time may have caused even greater injuries.

Fortunately, it was written in the magic book that if you make a mistake today, you might explode.

I wore thick clothes as a safety measure, so I wouldn't have gotten hurt.

In fact, there is no tingling or pain anywhere on the body.

However, something seems a bit strangely cool...

Huh?

"Aaaaak!"

Sophie hugged herself. Why are my bare chest visible?

Even though there is no one in the room, I look around.

"Oh, I guess no one saw it... ?"

There is a window in Sophie's room.

However, the window did not face the street, and the desk had its back to the window, so it would not have been visible from the outside.

Still, someone could see her, and the fact that her breasts were exposed made Sophie feel like her face was on fire.

Also, I didn't know how long it had been like that, the cold had made my nipples stand upright.

If someone saw it, it wouldn't be strange to think that he was thinking dirty thoughts.

'What what what, what is it!!'

I cried out in my heart and looked at the notes I had written.

The note included a summary of the process, results, and improvements regarding this experiment.

Of course, it was Sophie who wrote it down, so she could recall it quickly by searching her memory without having to look at the note, but it wasn't as fast as looking at what was already written.

Sophie was able to quickly find the content she wanted to see.

– Failure. Exploded. Failed solutions tend to dissolve the fibers. The cause of failure is...

I couldn't see the content behind it.

'The property of dissolving fibers' was important.

In other words, the reason why Sophie exposed her breasts was because of the failure of the experiment.

The possibility that there might have been an intruder, a possibility that had been weighing heavily on my mind, disappeared due to this content.

Could it be that an intruder took advantage of your concentration to come in and take off your clothes?

It wasn't. My clothes just melted because of the pension failure.

'Thank goodness~'

Sophie rubbed her chest and headed to the bathroom with her change of clothes.

From what Sophie remembered, the failed solution only dissolved the fibers and was harmless to the human body, but she couldn't be sure.

Concentration literally means concentrating on one thing, not telling you something you don't know.

Sophie doesn't know, but it could actually be harmful to her body.

As Sophie headed toward the bathroom, she didn't notice that the lock on the front door was slightly twisted.