Chapter 14

As I stood there, absorbing this new knowledge, I began to grasp the full extent of the skill’s capabilities. I also discovered that I could level up by investing points in skills, a prospect that both excited and intimidated me.

However, I was hesitant to commit my precious points, fearing that the outcome might not be what I had hoped for.

The risk of wasting my points was too great, and I decided to hold back, at least for the time being.

With my mind still reeling from the discovery, I turned my attention to my inventory list, eager to explore its contents.

As I scrolled through the items, a broad smile spread across my face, my expression reflecting the satisfaction and wonder that I felt.

My eyes wandered over the assortment of items I had collected, each one a tangible reminder of my escapades.

The list was short, yet intriguing, consisting of a trio of objects that seemed worlds apart in their purpose.

First, there was the delicate, lace-trimmed pair of black panties, a tantalizing trophy that now lay cradled in my palm.

I lifted them to my nose, inhaling deeply as the soft fabric caressed my skin.

Mizuno Asahi’s panties.

A low, husky chuckle escaped my lips as I savored the moment. “Huff ... Ha!” The sound was almost primal, a release of the pent-up excitement that had been building within me.

But as I breathed in again, I was met with the unmistakable scent of fabric softener.

It was a pleasant, yet disappointingly mundane aroma.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret, wondering if I should have taken the pair she was wearing instead. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, the thrill of the forbidden coursing through my veins.

I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the souvenir I held. “No, this is enough,” I told myself, the words a gentle reminder that sometimes, the prize itself was less important than the memories it represented.

And with this tangible reminder, I could...

My mind began to wander, and I found myself reaching for my smartphone, my fingers instinctively navigating to the gallery.

The screen flickered to life, revealing a collection of photos I had taken, each one a small, seemingly insignificant snapshot of my daily life.

Schedules, notes, and random moments in time were all captured, frozen in perpetuity. And then, I saw them - several photos taken at 11:12 AM, each one a tiny piece of a larger puzzle.

The photographs that lay before me were, of course, those of the alluring married woman, Asahi.

Her face was frozen in a moment of unbridled ecstasy, her mouth agape as if still reeling from the aftershocks of our passionate encounter.

The imprints of my hands were visible on her breasts, a subtle reminder of the fervent caresses we had shared. And then, there was the telltale sign of our union - my semen, glistening as it trickled down from her groin, a potent testament to the unrelenting passion that had driven us together.