Chapter 22

“This one’s not bad either,” I mused, my thoughts meandering through the twisted labyrinth of my desires. “It’s about having your way with a woman stuck in the wall, free from the constraints of reality. But, I must admit, the content’s a bit dull.”

As my attention began to wane, my gaze drifted towards another title - ‘Horsewoman 5’, its promise of forbidden pleasure and unbridled passion beckoning me like a siren’s call.

As I scrolled through the list, a title caught my eye - a classic Korean adult film I had stumbled upon before. The actress’s hairstyle, fashion sense, and manner of speaking were unmistakably old-fashioned, yet she exuded a timeless beauty that transcended the ages. The added bonus of being transported back to the early 90s, with its distinct atmosphere and nostalgic charm, only heightened my interest.

My gaze lingered on the actress, and I couldn’t help but feel a stirring within me. The prospect of indulging in her youthful radiance sparked a reaction from my little companion, who began to stir with anticipation.

Initially, my plan was to savor the experience with this woman once and then move on, as there were countless other creative works to explore. However, my attention was soon diverted to another title that caught my eye - “Sex Olympics.” I read the words without thinking, my curiosity piqued.

It was a Japanese adult video, one that I had attempted to masturbate to before but ultimately found unfulfilling. As I delved into the content, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was more akin to a variety show than an adult film. Every time I tried to focus on the action unfolding before me, I ended up chuckling at the absurdity of it all. The ridiculous nature of the video made it challenging for me to maintain my concentration.

The video’s description touted it as an orgy, featuring 30 women and 30 men participating in a grand sex Olympics. Honestly, I’ve never been particularly fond of orgy videos. With so many participants and a limited runtime, the content often becomes chaotic and disjointed. I found it difficult to focus and fully immerse myself in the experience, which made it hard to achieve my desired outcome.

As I pondered the possibilities, a tantalizing thought crept into my mind. “But if I were to trade in my role as a mere spectator for that of an active participant, the narrative would likely unfold in a drastically different manner.”

My finger, seemingly guided by a mix of curiosity and mischief, wandered across the screen, finally coming to rest on the option that read “Sex Olympics.” The words danced before my eyes, radiating an aura of excitement and forbidden pleasure.

[You have selected the title Sex Olympics]

The screen flickered to life, casting a warm glow across my face as a message materialized, informing me that an avatar was being created. The anticipation was palpable, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I contemplated the possibilities that lay ahead.

I was about to start when a sudden realization struck me, and I turned to address the void, my voice barely above a whisper. “Oh, come to think of it, didn’t you mention that we could choose the avatar’s settings?” The silence that followed seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fate of my digital persona hung precariously in the balance.