"Sun's blazing."
Thought it was cooling off, but today's hot.
Going out on a day like this instead of staying holed up? Been forever.
I glanced at the sex license.
*Will I ever get used to this?*
SS-grade game items? Handled plenty with microtransactions. But a real-life SS-grade item? First time.
First time using it too.
In this society, can I fuck however I want? Totally doable, right?
Nobody goes to jail or gets hurt.
Hell, with those fat maternity pensions, isn't it a win?
Everyone's begging to get pregnant.
My cock's itching already.
Going to a convenience store, expecting pussy like it's buying a drink? For a loser like me, that's huge.
Old world? If I were a charming stud, girls would've been lining up, buying me meals. But I had no female friends except my step-sister.
Nobody wanted anything to do with me.
Not that it made me sad, but Reboot's new rules make living differently nerve-wracking.
Especially now—women's looks are on another level. Back then, my ugly mug within 10 meters would've been a crime.
Half-excited, half-nervous, I stepped into the convenience store.
"…"
Familiar vibe, even if I rarely come.
At the counter, women are paying; female students chat by the drink coolers.
Hikikomori like me feels overwhelmed.
Wait.
What was I planning with this license?
Normal-ass convenience store.
Just imagining pervy shit, and I'm already picturing getting hauled off as a lunatic.
While I'm overthinking, sneaking glances, I notice—on the way here and inside, it's all women.
Only women.
Maybe a guy passed by, but none as fat as me.
Everyone's got flawless skin, smells nice…
Like I'm the lone dude transferred to an all-girls' school, fidgeting.
"Look over there."
"Yeah, saw him."
Shit, me?
The girls giggle. Same age as Sorin? Almost triggered my trauma, but it's not mocking like "your boyfriend's over there." Friendly vibes.
"Mister, what're you buying?"
"Want us to pay?"
"Uh, no."
Pay for me? I stammer, flustered.
They laugh, finding my reaction cute.
A potbellied, hairy-legged loser in slippers gets hit on? And they offer to pay?
Because I'm a guy?
*That's…*
Mind-blowingly happy.
Normalization of the abnormal.
My head's not glitching—this world's flipped. Root-deep.
All in favor of my cock.
"Mister?"
A girl tilts her head.
Seizing the moment, I flash the sex license… and drop it.
"Oops, I'll grab it."
They pick it up, stare, and freeze.
"Uh, um."
Awkwardly standing there.
"Is this real, mister?"
"Fake, and you're arrested."
"It's… it's real. Not fake."
Getting accused of faking it, my pathetic defense screams loser.
Ugh!! Step-sis, even after tons of sex, I'm hopeless with strange college girls.
They hand it back, eyes gleaming.
"Here you go."
"Yeah…"
No instant sex from flashing it.
I just dropped it, after all.
But they corner me against the cooler, pressing close.
Ooooh!?
Two big-titted college girls rub their breasts on me.
My cock reacts, full hard-on in three seconds.
"It's real… Mister's cock's huge."
One confirms, rubbing against me.
Instinctively, I hug the dark-haired girl, grabbing her ass.
She rubs back, thrilled.
Not Su-bin or Ji-min's level, but calling those tits small would be a crime. Voluptuous, rubbing against me. Her friend joins in.
I'm hugging two college girls in a convenience store.
Kneading their asses, they look up with sultry, "where to next?" faces.
"Feeling horny, mister?"
"Cock seems horny."
"…"
I'm horny. So what?
No smooth talk in me, so I dive in, kissing one.
"Mmph♥"
She flinches, eyes shut, but opens her mouth, tangling tongues.
Oh, ooooh♥
*Chuup-chuup. Chuup-chuup.*
The absurdity fuels me.
Not possessed by a porn game or hypnotized.
She opens her mouth eagerly, arms around my neck, kissing hard.
*Chuup♥ Chuup♥ Chuup♥*
Like long-time lovers.
We sync, tongues flicking, sucking.
No words needed. No explanation. Just a male and female, eyes locked, bodies rubbing.
"I wanna kiss the big-cock mister too."
Her friend chimes in, wanting her turn.
I switch, kissing her.
*Schloop♥*
*Chuup♥*
Prepped from watching, she opens her mouth wide, tongue out to meet mine.
*Schloop.* Clinging, sucking hard.
I knead their asses and tits. They squirm happily in my arms.
"Oh♥ Mister, big cock."
"Not stuffing your pants, right?"
"License real? SS-rank?"
"Uh, yeah, real."
*Chuup. Chuup.*
Kisses get wilder. I'm thinking I might fuck in the store in broad daylight when—
A cute clerk barges in.
"Hey, you can't do that here!!"
I jump back, startled.
Fuck, I'm screwed.
Even if we hit it off, this is a crazy place to do this.
But the pretty clerk scolds the girls.
"What are you doing to this man!"
"Hng♥"
"But this mister♥"
"No buts, it's not allowed. I'll call the cops to protect him."
"Just a bit more. His cock's horny."
"No flashing tits. I'll really call the cops."
"Hmph."
The girls back off, whining, under her stern glare.
I'm frozen.
So…
They're the ones in trouble…?
Daring to molest a man in broad daylight!
Relief and regret hit. My hard cock's aching—what now?
Rubbing with those girls was nice.
"See you later, mister~."
"Love you, big-cock mister!"
*Cough, cough.* Choking on their blatant cock praise.
Other women shopping glance at my pants, startling me.
The clerk sneaks a peek at my crotch, then snaps to, meeting my eyes, bowing repeatedly.
"Sorry, sir! Are you okay?"
…Yeah. Just horny, but fine.
This is the right world.
Even the clerk's stupidly pretty. Like she was scouted by a top agency.
Not flashy like Sorin, but a pure, blue-eyed, black-haired girl with a ponytail. Polite, bowing 90 degrees, hands clasped, her ponytail swaying.
*Handle…*
Pretty. Bigger tits than the college girls.
Clear eyes, no lewd thoughts like the others. Innocent vibe. Probably young, being a clerk…
"Sir?"
"Oh."
Sweaty palms from all the stares.
"I'm… fine. I'll keep looking."
Ugh.
Would I be smoother at home?
"If there's any issue, let me know."
She smiles, super friendly.
…This ain't the convenience store I know.
Even the uniform's different. Why's it so sexy? Top's standard, but the bottom's a micro-miniskirt, bare legs out.
*Not hot in that.*
Her physique stretches the top, almost bursting. A little sweat, and it'd be see-through.
Anyway…
"…"
After that random molestation event, things normalize.
Society keeps spinning thanks to efforts like hers.
*License doesn't mean instant sex, huh.*
Getting sucked in an alley was unreal enough.
Everyone's got their own deal, so AV-style scenarios are tough. 20-year sentences? Unrealistic.
Unless I'm 200%, 300% pushy and she's ready.
Only the clerk—name unknown—is left, and my curiosity's satisfied, so I decide to leave.
Grabbing water and zero-sugar cola, I head to the counter.
"I'll help with checkout."
"Here."
"Need a bag?"
"I'll carry."
So pretty…
Pretending to grab my card, I casually flash the sex license.
*Swipe.*
"…"
She flinches, takes it politely with both hands, and stares at my cock stats.