Lyan was walking through the streets, looking at his right hand.
The same one with which he had brushed Sylvaine's fingers when handing her the book. The same one she had taken earlier to stand up.
He looked at it for a moment.
"I'm an idiot." he muttered to himself, lowering his arm.
- - - -
When he arrived at the apartment, he dropped his backpack on the floor without bothering to hang it up, and went straight to the bed, sitting on the edge.
The helmet was where he had left it, and without hesitation he picked it up and lay down, putting it on.
[Welcome back, player.]
[Update available: from now on, the system can generate personalized missions to deepen bonds with the main female characters. Do you wish to activate this function?]
Lyan listened to the message, somewhat thoughtful.
He didn't see anything wrong with it. It was a conquest game, after all. Personalized missions were exactly the kind of mechanics he expected it to have.
"Yes." he replied.
[Function activated. First mission assigned: Be a model for a day.]
'Model?'
At that, the environment changed.
- - - -
He wasn't in the classroom, nor on the field, nor in any of the places he already knew from the academy.
He was sitting on a couch, in a room that clearly belonged to the academy building judging by the décor, but he didn't recognise it. It was spacious, with good natural light coming in from the side window.
Lyan looked around with curiosity.
'Where am I…?'
Before he could finish the thought, the door opened.
A girl walked in, and the system appeared again beside him.
[Saoirse Morrigan – Main character. Student Council President.]
Lyan looked at her.
She had long, intensely green hair, along with eyes of the same colour. Her figure was striking, with large breasts and wide hips.
She walked in with a smile on her face, looking straight at him.
"Sorry for bringing you here without much context." she said in a calm tone.
Lyan simply adjusted himself on the couch and replied almost immediately.
"No problem."
Saoirse turned around and walked to one of the pieces of furniture at the back, searching through the drawers.
And Lyan, unable to help himself entirely, let his gaze drop to her backside.
'She's beautiful…' he thought, not taking his eyes off her for a moment.
"Alright." she said without turning around. "Like I told you before, I need a model to paint."
Lyan blinked.
Then looked at what she had in her hands when she turned around, a brush.
"What would that be like exactly?"
Saoirse let out a short laugh, amused by the question.
"It's for my art class, I have to present a painting." she explained, placing the things on the side table. "And I didn't feel like doing something simple. I wanted something more striking… nice." She paused and looked at him. "And well. Here you are."
Lyan let out a nervous laugh. "Right." he said.
- - - -
Ten minutes later, Lyan was seriously wondering if this was necessary…
He was standing on top of a small wooden box that Saoirse had placed in the centre of the room.
His arms were positioned the way she had instructed him, similar to someone resting after a day at the gym.
His muscles were slightly tensed so they would stand out, just as she had asked.
And he wasn't wearing his shirt.
His face was slightly flushed and there was a stiffness in his shoulders that had nothing to do with the pose.
In front of him, Saoirse was sitting behind her easel, looking at him with professional calm, then at the canvas, then back at him again. The brush moving with confidence.
Everything fairly normal, in theory.
The problem was the neckline…
From the height of the platform, Lyan had a direct downward view, and from that angle, the neckline of Saoirse's shirt was… generous. He could see each of her breasts, only covered at the nipples. Once again, he had to admit it, they were big.
Lyan kept looking at the ceiling every now and then to avoid any emergency down there, although it was already a bit late.
"It must be painful staying like that…" Saoirse said out of nowhere without taking her eyes off the canvas.
Lyan tensed up.
'Huh?'
Lyan's mind immediately jumped to the emergency down there, wondering if she was referring to that.
"Standing for so long, I mean." she clarified, still painting. "Sorry. But I'm almost done."
Lyan could only sigh in relief, completely relieved that she hadn't noticed his erection.
Although that itself surprised him, he didn't know it was possible to have one in a game… if that was possible, then that was possible…
"Ah…" Lyan let out. "No, it's fine. Don't worry."
He said, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to calm down.
When he opened them, he spat.
Literally.
Because at the exact moment he opened them, Saoirse had accidentally let go of the brush and it had fallen to the floor in front of her.
And she, completely naturally, had leaned forward to pick it up.
Making the uniform skirt lift completely upwards from the back.
Revealing white panties along with her white buttocks, which had a heart-like shape in that position. They were even slightly reddened from sitting for several minutes.
Lyan remained completely still on the platform, staring at that spectacle, his expression tense, no longer able to control how his body was reacting.
'Fuck…'
Saoirse straightened back up with the brush in hand, muttering something about being careless, and settled back in front of the easel.
When she raised her gaze towards him, she froze…
Lyan did too.
The two of them looked at each other in silence for a moment, neither of them saying absolutely anything.
Saoirse's face slowly began to turn completely red like a tomato, along with her ears, while her body started to tremble slightly, unable to take her eyes off the huge bulge visible in Lyan's crotch.
"T-T-This…" she muttered, completely embarrassed and flushed.