Chapter 1 – Ero Sim
[Take off your clothes]
A mechanical but soft-spoken voice instructed from the bright screen that shone in front of Max.
On the screen was the image of a young lady—hot, with long blonde hair and blue hairs.
She was dressed in a red, horizontal strip-pattern bikini, with her eyes glimmering with a luscious glint.
Max hurriedly pulled down his shorts, following the command of the dating sim that was on play before his eyes.
Grabbing his sacred rod, the young man got into the action of continuous stroking.
After a couple of minutes, he slouched back on his ergonomic chair, panting with a big smile on his face as he sat weakly, staring at the computer screen.
He glanced at the time and it was about 10pm in the morning.
He had finished the group project that was forced upon him by his group mates and the dating sim game was a means of relieving the stress that he had undergone.
Max couldn't move an inch after blowing a large, hot jizz that splattered everywhere, even reaching his CPU and screen.
'I should clean this place up,' Max thought to himself as he slowly spun around, checking out his room.
Clothes were strewn everywhere—a messy environment for someone who claims to be a university student.
He heaved a sigh, already exhausted from the amount of cleaning he was going to do but first, he had to clean up the eyesore he just created.
Max stretched out his hand to wipe the slimy white substance from the screen of his computer when suddenly he felt a spark at the tip of his finger.
He tried to pull his finger out but it was too late. Max found himself shivering under an electric cover before he was thrown over the chair he was sitting on.
With a loud sparking sound, the entire flat had a black out.
[Ding!]
[Installing Ero Sim]
[...]
[100%]
[Ero Sim System Installation : Complete]
[Welcome to Ero Sim]
The streak of panels floating over Max's unconscious body as he laid comatose on the floor after the incident, not realising that something had been activated.
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Max was a university student in his second year of education.
He was what one would describe as a typical nerd, with bushy hair and big ass glasses that was enough to cover a person's entire face.
He had no experience that would be regarded as 'fun' by his peers.
At least, not firsthand but Max prided himself in being the king of the dating simulation game world and a master of CornHub.
If there was anything he knew about intimacy and whatever went on in the 'other' room, those two sources were his teachers but as for the real life communication with the opposite gender—Max was a total novice.
Having been forced to do the entire group project by Bryce, one of the cool kids in his class, Max hesitated, almost triggering Bryce until Cassidy came into the picture.
Cassidy—the one girl he had been crushing on before Bryce had somehow managed to sweep her off her feet.
Max would never understand what she had seen in Bryce but he didn't care anyway. He decided to do the work, citing Cassidy as the only reason why he was doing so anyway, much to Bryce's happiness.
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(Miranda's POV)
Earlier that day, before the power outage caused by Max's sacred juice.
Miranda was preparing to go for her routine evening runs around the area.
She was Max's landlord's daughter, and by all means a rude and pompous lady even with how pretty she was.
Miranda locked the door and stepped out, doing practice leg work exercises as she climbed down from the top floor where she lived with her father.
In the course of her preparation, she bumped into Max who was already on his way upstairs to his flat.
"Watch where you are going?!" she blasted her father's tenant even when she had been the one at fault, having been distracted by her headset.
Max spared her a glance but said nothing, going on to pack his books as well as the adult magazines he had gotten on his way home.
Seeing the magazines, Miranda's face twisted with disgusts as she sized Max up with a pitiful look.
'What a pervert,' she cursed internally.
She watched Max continue to climb without saying anything to her.
'Good thing that I'm nothing like him.'
Miranda went ahead with her evening jog, taking sweet few hours of the evening to keep herself fit and in shape, returning later at night.
Returning, she was a bag of sweat and tired, yearning for rest like someone in the desert thirsting for water.
Miranda made her way to the nearest seat in her room.
"That's what skipping jogging for a week does to you, Miranda," she chided herself as she stared into the mirror.
She was panting and cleaning herself with a thick piece of cloth that hung around her neck.
After recouping for a couple of minutes, Miranda bit her lips as she motioned towards her drawer.
In there was a pink item that was thick and about five to six inches in length.
Miranda's face flushed red as she picked it up.
She was about to also relieve herself of the extra stress that was left in her.
Miranda gripped the item firmly as she motioned it towards her jogger pants and with one hand she pulled her pants down and flicked her beans with her finger, priming her body for the real deal that was about to come.
"Ngghh~" Miranda purred as her eyes started rolling up and her face burning red with building satisfaction.
"Yes! Anhhhnn~"
Just as she was about to insert the five-inch long tool into her paradise…
Bang!
The light in her room tripped out and there was a blackout.
"What the fuck!" Miranda blurted out.
She couldn't see a thing and she was naked.
As she scrambled on the floor, trying to find her way at least to her phone, she noticed a flicker of light approaching her.
"Miranda!" a voice called out from beyond her room, "Are you okay?"
Miranda felt a sudden shiver at the sound of the voice, her legs giving in as she almost slumped out of fear.
"Y-Y-Yes, dad! Don't c-come in here!"