Chapter Summary: After having dinner with Aiko and her daughter, Kirito goes to bed early. But a few hours later, he was awake and thinking of the day when Aiko knocked on his door. This is when things get heated up…
WARNING: This is a smut chapter, but this warning isn't about that, but for the underage oral between an eleven-year-old and a fourteen-year-old at the end of the chapter. Whilst I don't say this enough, whilst I do write about underage sex, in real life, I don't agree with it at all. It should only appear in stories and fantasies.
You can skip this chapter if you want. There's no plot or anything, just smut. So, if you're not into smut, you can wait for the next chapter to come out.
Chapter Seventeen…
Another Night of Fun!
Beta: Old man of the mountain/Darklord331
A few hours after dinner with Aiko and her daughter, Kirito lay in bed, the events of the day swirling in his mind. He meticulously considered the plans for the morning. A visit to the Village Chief, he realized, was a strategic misstep. It would be like waving a flag, alerting the thieves to his suspicions and potentially driving them to either flee or attack him before he was ready. After careful deliberation, he decided to postpone any confrontation until Zangetsu could arrive. With Zangetsu's support, Kirito could confront the Chief and the thieves without allowing them time to regroup or escape.
With that plan settled, his thoughts drifted to Aiko, and a vivid and disconcerting memory resurfaced. He recalled the night he'd lost his virginity, an event that still felt surreal. It was as if some external force had commandeered his body, pushing him into an act he wouldn't normally have considered, particularly amidst the current turmoil. The experience itself was undeniably pleasurable, a detail that only added to the confusion. The disconnect between his actions and his perceived self was unsettling.
The memory, however, was more than just a source of confusion. It had taken root in his mind, a persistent and undeniable craving. He found himself dwelling on the experience, wanting to relive it. It was as if a seed had been planted, a desire he couldn't seem to quell. He acknowledged the inappropriateness of these thoughts and his urge's seemingly unnatural intensity. He knew that thoughts of sex were common among fourteen-year-olds; he'd even had them himself, but this felt different, more all-consuming. Was it normal to feel such a profound desire, especially when he'd never been particularly preoccupied with such matters before? The question lingered, a disquieting uncertainty in the quiet of the night.
As he pondered this, there was a knock at the door. When he called for the person to enter, the individual he had been thinking about walked in: Aiko. She entered carrying a tray with two books, tea, and snacks. Aiko placed the tray on the bedside table and then sat on the bed next to Kirito.
"Thank you, Aiko." Kirito said with a smile. "But what is this for?"
"I saw your light was still on and thought you might like something to eat and drink." Aiko explained, returning his smile.
Kirito nodded, pouring tea for both of them, savouring the warm, fragrant liquid. "And the books?" he asked after his sip.
"They're some old alchemy books from my grandfather." Aiko informed him, her eyes gentle. "They contain basic potion recipes that I thought might be useful, particularly with the Shadow Wolf Fang thieves. There are recipes for health potions, resistance potions, status potions, and antidotes. It's not much, but it might help in combat and healing."
"Thank you, you didn't have to do that," Kirito replied, genuinely appreciative. He had only just begun his journey into alchemy, having managed to create a slightly advanced health potion and a basic antidote. He had been wondering how to obtain more recipes and she had just brought him two books, filled with possibilities.
"You're welcome; it's the least I can do to help," Aiko said as Kirito began to examine the books. The pages were handwritten, and the ink had faded with age. He couldn't discern the author—whether it was her grandfather or someone else. As he immersed himself in the text, carefully reading the descriptions of potions, he became engrossed, momentarily forgetting Aiko's presence. She watched him with a gentle gaze, silently refilling both their teacups and being careful not to disturb his concentration.
Noticing Aiko's movements, Kirito looked up, pulling his attention away from the book. "Aiko, thank you again for these books. Hopefully, I'll be able to use some of the recipes on my journey," he said, wanting to express his sincere gratitude. He had already spotted a basic recipe for a Health Potion that he could replicate to conserve both potions and crystals.
"I truly hope they can be useful to you. My grandfather would be happy to know someone is using them to help protect others," Aiko replied, a sad smile gracing her lips as she thought of her grandfather. She felt glad to see that the knowledge contained within those pages would benefit someone. Leaning towards him, she intended to kiss him on the cheek, but at the last moment, Kirito turned, and the kiss landed squarely on his lips.
Kirito knew he shouldn't return the kiss; his mind was warring with his desires. He attempted to pull away, but the instant her lips touched his, the intoxicating memories of their shared intimacy flooded back. He was powerless to resist, pulling her closer, returning the kiss, and bringing her onto his lap.
Aiko moaned at his sudden intensity and surrendered to his embrace as he devoured her lips, tongue thrusting into her mouth and savouring the taste of her. She shivered at his touch as his hands began to roam, pulling at her nightdress, desperately trying to get rid of the obstacles between them.
As Kirito basked in the sensation of kissing the NPC - a sensation so vivid, it bordered on overwhelming - a small, analytical part of his mind remained aware. This wasn't real. He was in a virtual reality game. Truly, Kayaba had outdone himself. Every smell, touch, and taste was as real as life itself. If it weren't for the ever-present monsters, status windows, and other hallmarks of the game, he might have completely forgotten he wasn't experiencing reality. The realism was unnervingly perfect. He already knew this, but at moments like this, he could easily forget.
His thoughts were short-lived as he saw Aiko, her gaze intense, push his hands away from her nightdress. With a fluid motion, she pulled the fabric over her head, revealing her naked body. Her soft breasts bounced free, a tantalising sight that sent a jolt of anticipation through him. Desire, raw and compelling, took over. He turned her onto the bed, his hands reaching between her legs, teasing her clitoris. His other hand cupped one of her breasts, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arched her back.
Aiko spread her legs, an unspoken invitation. Without hesitation, Kirito shed his own clothing, his hands shaking with need. He positioned himself above her, sliding his cock home inside her, the warmth and wetness enveloping him. He moved, his pace quickening as he slammed into her, her body meeting him thrust for thrust. They were consumed by a raw lust, a primal passion, unable to resist the forces driving them.
The air in the room hung thick and heavy with their shared heat. Aiko, never having been with a man so young, marvelled at his intensity. It was as if he wanted to claim her completely, to leave an indelible mark on her very being. She revelled in the feeling; every touch, every breath, a testament to his desire. She yielded to his control, wanting him to take her, to claim her as his own, to fulfil the desires that had blossomed within her.
His relentless thrusts, his probing kisses, her senses heightened in the face of such intensity. The pleasure built an insatiable hunger that threatened to consume her. Her body was aflame with need, her very soul craving the release.
As if sensing her need, Kirito picked up his pace. He slid his hand between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it hard. Aiko's body tensed, a keening cry tearing from her lips as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her. The waves of pleasure threatened to drag him under. Kirito staved off his own orgasm, needing more, wanting every drop of pleasure from her body.
With a gasp, he pulled out, flipping Aiko onto all fours. He took her from behind, the angle allowing him to go even deeper. Aiko moaned as he pressed into her, every thrust causing her to gasp. She was so wet, so willing, that he had to hold onto her hips just to keep his pace.
Kirito found Aiko's breasts, squeezing them hard as he pounded into her. Her moans filled the room, punctuated by the sound of his balls slapping against her. With each thrust, he went deeper and harder, driving her closer and closer to another orgasm. He didn't have to wait long before he felt her pussy clench around him, and he groaned as his pace quickened in response to her orgasm.
In mere moments, he came, a guttural growl of pure bliss escaping his lips as he poured his seed into her, filling her womb with the essence of his burning desire. With one final thrust, he emptied himself completely, leaving them both breathless, sated, and utterly spent. Their bodies, slick with sweat and the lingering traces of their passion, seemed to melt into the bed.
Aiko collapsed, her body still twitching involuntarily from the force of her multiple orgasms. Kirito fell beside her, pulling her gently into his arms as they slowly regained their senses, their breathing gradually returning to a more normal pace. As the fog of passion began to clear, they heard a faint noise outside the room, a soft morn in the doorway that didn't quite belong. That's when Kirito realized with a jolt that the door was slightly ajar. And they saw Aiko's eleven-year-old daughter, Rukia, standing there, her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and shock as she observed them.
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Rukia, a normally obedient and well-behaved girl, had been fast asleep in her room. However, that night, a sudden thirst had roused her from her slumber, and she had decided to sneak out to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she left her room, she heard her mother talking to Kirito, her new brother and hero, a man who had helped her mother heal her and told her tales of his adventures.
Curiosity had pulled her toward the sound, and she had seen that her mother had presented Kirito with two old books, treasures that had belonged to her own great-grandfather. Kirito had thanked her mother with a warmth that warmed Rukia's heart.
Then she watched as her mother bent down and kissed Kirito, and then Kirito kissed her back. She had been confused by this, but she had never experienced anything like it, and curiosity took her over. After a few moments, her mother began to remove her clothes, and Kirito's hands followed, exploring her mother's body with an intimate touch that Rukia didn't understand.
Seeing her mother's face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and something she couldn't comprehend, hearing her soft moans and gasps, she was captivated by the strange spectacle. She had never seen anything like this before. It was both shocking and oddly compelling. She found herself frozen in place, watching instead of seeking her water. The scene unfolding before her, both mesmerising and terrifying, held her captive, a silent, unwitting witness to a moment that would forever alter her world.
Then, Kirito had started to remove his own clothes, each piece of fabric falling to the ground like a veil being pulled back, revealing secrets. And there it was, in the light, that strange and unfamiliar sight, something she'd never seen outside the confines of her home when she had caught a glimpse of her father in the bathroom. She knew that men were different, and her parents told her gently that she would understand when she was older and more mature. She knew boys and girls go to pee differently, that a boy used a penis to pee, whilst girls used their slits to pee, but that was the extent of her knowledge on the subject.
Now, Kirito's penis was fully erect, standing proud and large. It was so different to her father's, somehow more pronounced, more… present. It was a shape that had intrigued and confused her in her brief glimpses of her father's body, but now, seeing it in its full glory, it was even more perplexing. She had never really thought of such a thing and had always just accepted it as the norm. A male was different, that was a fact, but seeing the stark difference now made her see that she really knew nothing about the male body.
Why was it like that? Why was it so different? Questions swirled in her young mind, yet she was too transfixed to voice them. Her small world was expanding, the shapes and forms she thought she knew now shifting into something new and uncharted. The forbidden spectacle had her in its grasp, the simple thirst that had brought her here now insignificant. She no longer felt any need for water. She was captivated, enthralled by this secret unfolding before her very eyes and, as a silent witness, her innocent soul was forever changed.
She watched, hypnotised, as Kirito guided his erect penis between her mother's legs. The moistness she could see made her understanding of her mother's body and the differences between sexes even more confusing and layered than she had imagined. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he entered her. It was a strange, almost dreamlike sequence of movement, a dance she knew absolutely nothing about. Kirito's hands returned to her mother's body, tracing the curve of her breasts, her waist, and the swell of her hips. He explored her body as if he owned it, and she yielded to his touch, her moans and whimpers growing with each caress.
The scene evolved further, her mother moving onto her hands and knees as Kirito continued to move within her, a rhythm that was both mesmerising and unnerving for Rukia. It reminded her of animals playing, their bodies intertwined in a way she had observed in the garden. This was a different kind of play, a more intimate and profound connection. It lasted only a short while, a few moments of intense, silent exploration, before both of them pulled apart, lying side-by-side, their bodies flushed and their breathing ragged.
During the whole time, a strange sensation had started to blossom within Rukia. A warmth she had never felt before spread through her body, a tingle that made her skin prickle. It felt good, like the sun on a cold morning, but it also felt confusing. And then, she felt it, a wetness between her legs. It wasn't that she needed to pee, no, this was something different. There was just a wet feeling there, a strange sensation that echoed the moisture she had seen on her mother, a confusing feeling that she didn't quite understand. She was left with more questions than answers, her quiet world irrevocably altered, her innocent eyes carrying the weight of a secret they shouldn't have witnessed.
But the feeling that she had, the burning between her legs, she couldn't help but lift her nightdress and use two of her fingers to rub herself. It was a strange feeling; she knew that at her age, she shouldn't be doing this, but the burning desire was too much. Instincts took over, guiding her hand in a way that was both natural and forbidden. The sensation was like a spark, a tiny flame that ignited a fire within her. It was a discovery, a secret unfolding within the privacy of her own body, mirroring the secret she had just witnessed, yet distinctly her own. She was no longer the same child who had walked into that room, her innocence touched by something she could not yet name.
She had heard her mother say it was bad for little girls to touch themselves there, that it wasn't appropriate, and yet she couldn't resist the feeling. She kept rubbing, feeling something she could only name as pleasure. It was like that, a feeling she knew she shouldn't be feeling. And yet, it felt so good, so natural. So right. And she knew she couldn't stop, that her fingers were moving of their own accord, guided by something within her.
And then it happened. Her fingers slipped inside her slit. It didn't hurt; it felt good. That warm, wet feeling, the same kind she had seen her mother had, was now happening to her. She moved them inside herself, slowly at first, but with each passing moment, her fingers became faster and faster. The feeling was building, the spark igniting a fire that was now consuming her. She rubbed herself harder and harder until the feelings took over, and she found herself climaxing with a pleasure she couldn't name.
That's when she realized her sounds had alerted her mother and Kirito to her presence. She saw that her mother was now lying next to Kirito in the bed, resting. They were both looking at the doorway, which had now opened a crack wider, leaving no doubt that she had been witness to it all. Deciding it was better to face the music than hide, she pushed the door open.
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Kirito stared, his mind a whirlwind of disbelief. Rukia, standing there, wide-eyed and a participant in their intimacy, was a scenario his mind refused to process. The adrenaline of their recent encounter receded, leaving behind a cold shock. He couldn't comprehend the sheer lack of consideration. What twisted mind within Argus would design a scenario where a child, a digital child, witnessed her mother's sexual act with a player? He could, in a detached and removed way, understand the logic of allowing adult NPCs to engage in intimate acts with a willing player. But to allow a child to witness it? It was a level of perverse disregard that made his stomach churn. What kind of perverted architect had designed this broken, disturbing system?
A wave of shame washed over him as the implications sank in. He had known a child resided in the house, yet the thought that she might witness their intimacy hadn't even crossed his mind. It was a game, after all, where such considerations often faded into the background. But still, a nagging voice of responsibility whispered accusations. He should have had second thoughts, especially given his own age, barely fourteen, yet here he was, engaging in sexual activity with Aiko. It was as if his own mind had been subtly manipulated, rewritten to accept the unacceptable, to rationalize the morally dubious. Not just this time but the last time, too.
In fact, although the rational side of his mind was yelling that this was wrong, it felt like another part of him was being rewritten so that it was like
In fact, while his rational side screamed that this was wrong, that he should say he was sorry and leave and never come back. But as he was thinking this, though, there was another part of him, a newly formed, alien part, who seemed to be rewriting the rules to what he thought was right and what he should do.
This new part of him was telling him to be calm, that this situation was natural, and that nothing was wrong here. That Rukia watching him having sex with her mother was normal and natural. The girl was merely learning about the world and the human body, and the sex between two people. Why should it be hidden from her? In fact, it could even be an opportunity for her to learn about her own body. That felt right.
It was quite disquieting that he was meant just to accept this was happening. It felt alien to his real self yet somehow felt right like this was how things were supposed to be. As seconds passed, as he tried to fight this new thought path, the thought of this little girl seeing her mother with him and the fact that it turned him on was both horrifying and strangely captivating.
It was like a poison seeping into his soul, rewiring his sense of right and wrong, turning him into something that was not entirely himself. He watched Rukia, her digital eyes reflecting back a distorted version of his own shock, and wondered what else this game would allow him to become. What boundaries would be shattered? What new depths of depravity would he be forced to explore? It was a terrifying prospect, yet also oddly alluring, as the perversion began to seep into him.
His rational mind was still desperately fighting this mental rewrite, desperately trying to protect Kirito's core self, his moral compass, from being further corrupted. His rational side, the core of Kirito, that part of him that sought justice, that sought honour, that sought what was right, was screaming against this reprogramming, against this logic that was being forced upon him. The problem was that his rational side was being steadily overpowered by this other side, the part of his being that was increasingly comfortable with the idea of this situation that was slowly accepting the perversion of it. This duality of self, this internal battle, felt incredibly wrong. It was a battle he could not control, his emotions and thoughts torn in two as he was helplessly witnessing his moral center erode. Yet, he knew, with a sinking feeling, that he was losing.
He was truly frozen in shock, trapped between his true self, his old sense of right and wrong, and the new, manufactured self that was being programmed to accept, and perhaps even to enjoy, what was yet to come. He was like an NPC, stripped of his autonomy and forced to play whatever role the perverse programmer had intended. It was as if his free will was being stolen from him, reducing him to a mere cog in this monstrous, twisted game, another NPC in a terrifying, fabricated reality that he had absolutely no means of controlling.
He felt this entire situation spinning further and further out of his grasp, yet simultaneously, he felt himself becoming more and more accepting of the twisted, disturbing turn of events. He knew, deep down, that he shouldn't be in a situation like this, but he was inexplicably powerless against the insidious act of manipulation that was taking over and rewriting his psyche. He could only lie there and watch, lost between the person he once was, the person who had integrity, and the person he was quickly becoming. It felt as if there was no turning back now, as if every last spark of hope for escape or any semblance of a return to his former self was slowly fading. He could only desperately hope that, when this was all over, most of his old, true self, the Kirito he knew and valued, would still be there.
He knew, with the stark certainty of someone facing their execution, that the outcome of this internal fight was already predetermined. He, in fact, had no other option but to accept the sick turn of events. He would be forced to do what he feared the most, what he was growing to accept, even to crave, what was yet to come. He was completely trapped in this nightmarish situation, and an unseen force was now manipulating his mind, his emotions, and his desires. He was a helpless observer, witness to his own moral collapse. He could only watch as Aiko took control of the situation, accepting what was about to happen, his fate sealed, his mind rewritten, his very soul tarnished.
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Aiko noticed Rukia's hand, slightly sticky, and a knowing smile flickered across her lips. She could piece together what her daughter had been up to. A wave of heat washed over Aiko as a memory surfaced – the mortification of being caught peeking at her own parents in the same intimate act when she was about Rukia's age. The memory was so vivid that the shame felt almost tangible even now.
Understanding the discomfort churning within Rukia, Aiko knew a scolding wouldn't be productive. Instead, she softened her voice, her words laced with concern, "Rukia, are you alright, dear?"
Her gentle tone, meant to soothe, only seemed to amplify the scarlet flush creeping up Rukia's neck. "I, I woke up, ne," stammered the eleven-year-old, her face a mask of embarrassment, "needing to get some water." She continued haltingly, "But I heard you and Kirito talking, then you kissed and then, then, I, I saw…" She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence, the words catching in her throat. The memory of her own curiosity, the pull stronger than the need for water, now seemed foolish in the face of her mother's knowing gaze.
Aiko, her eyes full of understanding, filled the silence. "You saw us getting naked and playing with each other," she said calmly. Aiko knew she had yet to broach the subject of sex with her daughter. At least, she thought Rukia wouldn't know what it actually was.
"Y, yes," admitted the young girl, "I knew that I shouldn't but I was curious. W, what were you doing? Why were you naked?"
"Oh, Rukia, I think it's time to explain about the way of life." Aiko said with a red face she had been hoping to wait another year or two before needing to explain about sex. But now that she saw her and Kirito at it, it was as good a time as any to explain this. So, patting the side of her leg, she said, "Come here, dear, we need to talk."
Kirito was shocked to hear this. Was Aiko going to do what he thought she was going to do? Was she going to give her daughter The Talk here and now, with him and her both naked? What were the programmers thinking? What perverted bastard was doing this? Or were they doing this for their enjoyment? Or were they trying to make him into a pervert, too? If so, why?
His internal musings were abruptly interrupted as Rukia, with surprising speed, walked towards them. To his utter shock, he noticed a dark stain on the lower part of her nightdress. Kirito had a good idea of what it meant. And that thought both embarrassed him and, to his horror, aroused him. A sickening twist occurred in his gut. He was now aroused by the idea that Aiko's eleven-year-old daughter had been excited while watching her mother and him get intimate.
This was deeply wrong, he knew, yet he felt powerless to resist the tide of his rewritten desires. Why was he being forced to find pleasure in this? He couldn't believe that this was coming from within his own mind. He wasn't the type of person who enjoyed this sort of thing. Yet, for whatever reason, the image of Rukia silently watching her mother and him, then touching herself, was turning him on.
He didn't want to feel this way, but something was forcing him to accept and even enjoy it. Was it the work of programmers manipulating his desires somehow? Did they find a way to alter a person's mind in VR? Or was it a hidden part of him he had never known existed? It was disturbing and wrong, and the remnants of his former self recoiled at the very thought, yet a part of him, a newly formed part, embraced it.
He watched, a silent observer, as Rukia nestled between him and Aiko. He was grateful for the blanket he had pulled around himself, preventing her from seeing him naked. He could see the confusion swirling in the girl's eyes, a mix of shyness and fear, but beneath it all, a flicker of undeniable curiosity.
"Before I explain what happened between Kirito and me, I need to ask you a question first." Aiko's voice was gentle and soothing as she wrapped her arms around her daughter. She needed Rukia to feel safe and understand that this was a conversation driven by love and a desire to help her understand, not to cause fear. "Know that you're not in any trouble," Aiko reassured her, holding Rukia tightly, feeling the gravity of the situation press down on her. "Do you know where babies come from? Can you tell me where you think you came from?"
Rukia paused, her brow furrowed in thought. "From a mum and a dad." she stated simply, her answer echoing what little she knew. "Other than that, I don't really know." This was the extent of her understanding, gleaned from conversations with her mother, who had promised to explain more when she was older. A sense of anticipation, mixed with a touch of nervousness, bloomed within her at the prospect of finally unravelling this mystery.
"Well, in that case, it's time for me to explain a bit more." Aiko said, her cheeks warming with a blush of discomfort. She knew this conversation was unavoidable, though she desperately wished it otherwise. She secretly hoped Rukia had gleaned enough snippets from playground chatter or overheard adult conversations to allow her to ease into the explanation without diving into too much uncomfortable detail.
"What you saw me and Kirito doing is part of the process of making a baby, and it's called sex." Aiko began, her voice surprisingly steady despite the awkwardness she felt. "To create a baby, a man's seed and a woman's egg must come together. When a man and a woman decide to have a baby, they engage in a special kind of intimacy that allows the man to deposit his seed into the woman's body. This seed then travels to meet the egg that the woman has, and when the two unite, that's how a baby is formed."
She took a deep breath, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over her. She tried to keep her explanation clear and concise, hoping Rukia could grasp the essential facts without being overwhelmed. "After that, the baby grows inside the woman for about nine months, gradually developing until it's ready to be born. When the time comes, the woman gives birth, and that's when the baby joins the family."
Aiko watched Rukia's face with careful attention, ready to answer whatever questions might arise as she introduced her daughter to this essential aspect of life. She braced herself, unsure how Rukia would process this information.
A moment of silence hung in the air before Rukia spoke, her eyes wide and bright with a newfound wonder. "Does that mean that Kirito is going to be my new daddy?" she asked, her small hand reaching out to touch Aiko's arm. The idea of having another father, especially someone she had already seen her mother with, filled her with a sense of innocent wonder. Especially since this person was the one who helped her mother to heal her. Then, the gears of her young mind whirred as she processed the information about babies. "Do you want a new baby, too?" she asked, her face smiling at the prospect of a new addition to their family.
Both Kirito and Aiko felt a flush creep up their necks and stain their cheeks a deep red under the intensity of Rukia's innocent yet pointed questions. Of all the inquiries she could have made, these were precisely the ones Aiko had hoped her daughter would bypass. Kirito, familiar with the messy realities of the outside world, knew this scenario was entirely possible, a complication he had hoped to avoid.
"Well, dear, it's not quite that simple," Aiko began, her voice laced with awkwardness. "First of all, it's not possible for us Tians to have a child with an Adventurer, we come from two entirely different… worlds. And as for him becoming your father, I'm sorry, dear, but I… I'm not interested in him in that way."
The child's brow furrowed. "Then, why did you have sex with him?" Rukia asked, her voice tinged with confusion at the apparent contradiction. Why would her mother engage in such an act with Kirito if she had no desire for him to be part of their family or even to have another child?
"It's a little hard to explain," Aiko began, trying her best to break down an adult concept for her eleven-year-old daughter, "but I think the best way to explain it is this: when we get older, we have certain… urges. A lot of adults have the urge for sex. So, some adults find other adults to help with those urges." She finished, knowing that she was struggling to convey the complexities of the situation while trying to maintain an age-appropriate explanation.
"But why would you want to have sex with Kirito if you don't love him?" Rukia probed, her face a portrait of bewildered confusion. The logic, or rather, the lack of it, in her mother's explanation, was a puzzle she simply couldn't solve.
Kirito was taken aback by Rukia's persistent questioning. If she weren't an NPC, he would have found it completely understandable that she wouldn't grasp the concept of two people not in a relationship engaging in sexual activity. It was not something that seemed to occur in this world. This game was intended to be an accurate reflection of the real world, so such a concept shouldn't exist within its parameters. What the hell were the programmers thinking implementing this in the game? And yet, this was a reality he had experienced. This wasn't the sort of complex conversation he had expected to be having with a child.
"As I said, dear," Aiko gently explained, "it was simply to help with my urges. Sure, it would be better if I found someone that I loved, but it's not always that easy to do so, as you'll find out as you grow older."
"What do you mean?" Rukia asked, her head tilting in confusion.
"It's hard to explain. It's one of those things that you need to experience to understand, as words aren't always enough." Aiko tried to convey to Rukia that this was one of those situations where words simply fell short; some things had to be lived to be understood. It was difficult to find someone you loved, but sometimes you needed relief, so you might be with someone you mildly liked but didn't truly love or even want to pursue a relationship with.
Seeing that her daughter was not about to stop posing awkward and complicated questions, Aiko decided to put an end to the conversation for the night. "Listen, I think it's time for you to go back to bed. So, unless you have any more questions, you should go back to sleep."
Rukia, a curious child, didn't push the matter further. She could sense her mother's discomfort and decided to end the conversation for the night. "Can I sleep with you and Kirito?" she asked, her voice soft and innocent. The question caught both Aiko and Kirito off guard, but before they could respond, Rukia had already settled between them, getting comfortable.
"I, I don't think this is a good idea." Kirito finally managed the words a strangled whisper. He had been silent since Rukia's arrival, and if he hadn't been naked, he would have bolted from the room, maybe even the house, to escape the awkwardness. "I, I think you should sleep in your own bed."
A wave of unease crashed over Kirito. He couldn't shake the feeling that this scenario was utterly wrong, twisted. The very idea of using a child, like Rukia, as some sort of sexual catalyst was repulsive. Yet, despite his disgust, he felt a disturbing stir of arousal, a gut-wrenching contradiction to his rational thoughts. He was caught in a horrifying internal battle, a part of him wanting this to end, and yet... another part, a deeply disturbing part, was curious, even eager to see where this would lead. He silently cursed whoever designed this cruel scenario, wishing a tortuous fate upon them for putting him in this position, for making him feel these depraved urges. The realization that he was capable of such thoughts, even against his will, was deeply unsettling.
He looked at Aiko, desperately hoping that her character had been programmed with the genuine instincts of a mother. He willed her to act like a mother, promptly sending Rukia back to her own room, perhaps joining her there, and certainly not returning. His fear was that her programming had been deliberately tampered with, her core maternal functions corrupted by the same twisted mind that created this entire scenario.
His fears were confirmed when Aiko smiled warmly at Rukia and agreed, "Of course, dear. There's plenty of room for all of us."
'You sick, twisted bastards! Why are you doing this?' Kirito's internal curse was directed at the developers responsible for his suffering. His anger towards his tormentors grew stronger, and he wished for whoever was behind this to rot in hell. "I don't think it's right for Rukia to be in the same bed as us." he declared aloud, desperately trying to steer the situation away from its current course.
But his attempts were futile. Aiko leaned over Rukia and pressed a kiss to Kirito's lips, her gaze locking with his as she said, "Don't worry, Kirito. It'll be fine." With a slow pull of the blanket, she revealed his now visibly aroused state, a smirk playing on her lips as she added, "And I think part of you likes this idea."
Kirito stammered, "But, this is… not right-" his voice a desperate plea. A confusing mix of dread and arousal surged through him. He couldn't understand why this was happening, why he was being subjected to this. He wanted no part in it, and yet, his body seemed to betray his desire, responding against his will.
Silence fell as Aiko attacked his lips with a fiery passion, her tongue exploring his mouth. Simultaneously, she began to tease his erection, further fueling his internal conflict, making it almost impossible to resist. Her skilled touch and fervent kisses soon overwhelmed his attempts to fight back, and he found himself getting increasingly aroused. Whatever influence was at work here seemed to have paralysed him, leaving him powerless, at the mercy of his own body as he succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.
Suddenly, Aiko broke the kiss and seated herself upright, gesturing towards her daughter Rukia. She smiled as she saw the amazement on the young girl's face as she looked at Kirito's body.
"Go on, touch it," Aiko whispered, her voice thick with warmth as she guided Rukia to the other side of Kirito. She placed a tender kiss on his lips before helping her daughter take her place near him. Her eyes sparkled with pride and love as she watched Rukia's innocent fascination with this new experience.
"Mother, it feels hot," Rukia murmured, her small hands gently investigating the textures and contours of Kirito's arousal. The sincerity and fascination in her voice touched him deeply, even as his mind reeled with confusion and longing.
"No, but -" Kirito tried to protest, but Aiko silenced him with another passionate kiss, her eyes filled with a knowing smile.
"Kirito, she wants to thank you properly for some time now, and this is a good way for her to do so," Aiko explained gently, her fingers playfully caressing Kirito's cheek. "Shhh, Kirito, you deserve some reward. Be happy and proud that you've saved her life. You don't know how many times she thanked me for saving her life."
Aiko then turned her attention to Rukia, "Before we begin, why don't you get out of your nightdress? Let Kirito see your young, beautiful body."
"Okay, mum." Rukia said as she removed her nightdress, revealing her naked body to Kirito, who was horrified and aroused by this sight. He saw her young, smooth body, with budding breasts that were starting to develop. Kirito could also see that she had no hair between her legs, just a smooth pussy. Then, he looked up into Rukia's eyes and saw how they shined with a hunger, a lust that had yet to be fulfilled.
"Good girl, you are really are growing up." Aiko says to Rukia, her voice low and sultry. She kisses her daughter on the cheek, a gesture both innocent and loaded with meaning. "Now, start moving your hands up and down his penis. Up, down, up, down."
Rukia obeys her mother's instructions without hesitation, her small hands traveling up and down the length of Kirito's shaft. He can feel her hesitation at first, but as she continues, he can sense a growing confidence in her movements. Despite himself, he can feel the stirrings of pleasure deep within him.
Aiko, not one to be left out, begins to mimic her daughter's movements, her hands traveling up and down her own body as she watches the scene before her. Kirito can feel himself fighting against the urge to succumb to his desires, the feeling of Rukia's small hands on his cock almost too much to bear.
But Aiko, ever the master of her domain, senses his struggle and decides to change tactics.
"Stop for a moment dear," Aiko tells her daughter, her voice low and sultry. "Why don't I teach you something special, something that Kirito will really like?"
Rukia looks up at her mother with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She is eager to please, to make her hero happy.
"In that case, you need to open your mouth and put his penis, no, his cock into your mouth." Aiko instructs her daughter, before continuing to explain in detail the next steps.
"Cock?" Rukia asked in confusion.
"It's the adult term for the penis." the mother explained, which Rukia just nods, eager to learn. Kirito can feel his heart racing as she leans in, her mouth open and inviting. He knows that this is wrong, deeply wrong, but he cannot deny the pleasure that her young mouth brings him.
As she continues, he can feel her wet, young mouth touching his cock, then her soft tongue. He can hardly believe that this is happening, that young Rukia is giving him a blowjob. Her mouth moves up and down his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.
Aiko watches on with pride, her own arousal growing as she watches her daughter pleasure the man before her. She can feel her own wetness growing, her legs rubbing together as she watches the scene unfold.
"Good job, Rukia!" Aiko praises her daughter as she continues the blowjob, her soft lips moving up and down on Kirito's cock. "Now, put your mouth over his cock and put it into your mouth, and begin to move your head up and down his cock."
Rukia obeys, her mouth moving up and down Kirito's cock as her mother watches on with pride. Kirito can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his hips moving slightly as he fights against the urge to shove his cock deeper into Rukia's mouth.
Then, with a knowing smirk from Aiko, she puts her hand on her daughter's head and pushes it down onto Kirito's cock. Rukia begins to struggle and starts to panic. But Aiko keeps her head pushed down, Rukia's small body shaking as she chokes on Kirito's cock, not knowing how to breathe with a full mouth.
"Just breathe through your nose, dear; everything will be fine." Aiko informed her daughter.
Rukia did as her mother told her, and began to breathe through her nose. It was hard at first, but she quickly learned what to do. She began to calm down as she did, as she heard her mother say, "Keep moving your head; my hands are just there to help you."
As Rukia continued to move her head up and down Kirito's cock, she could feel her mother's hands on her head, guiding her. She was unsure of what to do, but her mother's touch gave her comfort. She could feel her mother's love for her, even in this strange and unfamiliar situation.
Aiko saw the look of confusion on her daughter's face, and she knew she had to teach her more. She wanted her daughter to know the pleasures of the world, just as she did.
"Rukia, I want to teach you how to deepthroat." She told her daughter, seeing a look of confusion on her young face. "It's simple; just push your head all the way down until you feel his cock hit the back of your throat, then pull back up and repeat."
Rukia did as her mother told her, and she could feel Kirito's cock in the back of her mouth, a new sensation that she found was not as unpleasant as she thought it would be.
The sight of the young lady with his cock deep in her throat was something that Kirito couldn't take much more. He felt his orgasm rising to a boiling point. He could hear Aiko moaning in pleasure, her pussy rubbing on his leg. She then removed her hands from her daughter's head and replaced them with both of Kirito's hands. She came up close to him and whispered, "Come now, Kirito, use my daughter's mouth, fuck her good."
Kirito was beyond reason by now, and without a second thought, he grabbed the young girl's head and shoved his cock deep down her throat. He could feel her body shake as she began to choke again, but he didn't care. He wanted to feel a hot, tight mouth wrapped around his cock. He wanted to see her young eyes watering as his cock filled her throat. So, without thinking of the consequences, he began to fuck her mouth.
Kirito's hips began to move on their own, fucking Rukia's face without mercy. Aiko then began to rub her pussy on his leg harder as she moaned with pleasure at seeing her young daughter being used. She then leaned down and whispered into Kirito's ear. "Come for me, Kirito; fill my daughter's mouth with your cum."
Kirito's mind and body were overwhelmed by pleasure, any rational thought was gone as he held Rukia's head by her hair and thrust his cock into the girl's mouth. With the limit he was at right now, he exploded, filling Rukia's mouth with his cum. Rukia gasped for air as she swallowed every drop of cum, not wanting to waste a drop.
As Rukia swallowed the cum, her young pussy began to pulse and release her own fluids, an orgasm unlike anything she had experienced before. This had been a totally new experience, one she never could have imagined, but now she wanted more of it. She was grateful to her mother for teaching her these things and knew that this wasn't the last time she would do these things with Kirito.
The scene was something Aiko had never seen before. Her daughter had never given a blowjob, and now she was swallowing a man's cum for the first time in her life, and she was enjoying it. The sight of this scene was too much for Aiko. She felt her own orgasm coming, and moaning with pleasure, she pushed herself off Kirito's leg as she came. She had never cum that hard before.
Here, Kirito pulled his softening cock from Rukia's mouth and lay back on the bed, spent. Rukia slowly sat up, looking down at the two adults and smiling. She swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth and wiped her mouth clean with her arm.
"I hope you enjoyed it, Kirito," Rukia said with a smile on her face. Kirito couldn't say anything because he couldn't believe this had happened to him.
"Do you want to learn more?" Aiko asked with a sluty smile.
"Can I, mum?" Rukia asked eagerly, more than happy to learn more about sex.
"Of course, but both you and Kirito need to rest for a bit, but afterwards, I'll teach you a few more things about sex." Aiko informed her daughter, delighted to teach her daughter everything she wanted to learn.
"Thank you, mum." Rukia thanked her mum as she lay next to her and went to sleep, as her mother stroked her hair.
Aiko then looked at Kirito and smiled warmly at him. He was breathing a bit haverly, but after what he daughter did to him, she wasn't too shocked. He had two rounds of sex in a row, after all. He needed to rest before he could go again. "I hope you enjoyed my daughter, you made her very happy. Me too."
"I did…" Kirito admitted shamefully, still feeling conflicted about the situation but unable to deny the pleasure he had experienced. He just couldn't believe that he just fucked Rukia, a god-damn eleven year old. Part of him felt sick. Sure, they were only three years apart between the two of them, but still, in his eyes, Rukia was too young to do such things. Once again, Kirito thought that whoever designed this scenario and forced him to comply in this scenario and made him feel this way. "It feels wrong, but I did enjoy both of you."
"That's good," Aiko smiled lustfully, "now rest, as it'll be a long night, as I'll be teaching my daughter more about sex when both of you rest up."
Kirito looked horrified at hearing this. He wanted nothing to do with this; he wanted to leave before anything else happened. To stop this madness. The problem was that he felt himself falling asleep. The problem was that he didn't want to sleep right now, but he was being forced to sleep. Before he knew it, darkness took him as he went to sleep.
To Be Continued!
Author's Note: Here ends another chapter of Sword Art Online - Alchemy Edition. I hope that you enjoyed this smut chapter. I hope that you'll be able to spare a few moments to leave me some feedback on the story. I would like to hear your thoughts and any ideas you would like to see happen in the story.
Once again, whilst I don't say it enough, I don't agree with the acts that happened with Rukia. It should only appear in stories and fantasies, not real life.
I'm getting close to the point where I'll be using both light novels of Sword Art Online as a basis for the remainder of this first floor. However, before I reach that point, I have at least one, possibly two, chapters planned that will change the dynamics of the floors. I'm looking for ideas for chapters before I finalise this floor. If you have any suggestions for quests from other games that you'd like to see incorporated or events that weren't in the light novels but you wish had been, please let me know. I'll consider adding them to the chapter.
I would like to ask though, if you do have an idea for a quest, if possible, could you please let me know if there's a video of the quest. I want to see it played out so I know how it was originally done before I make my chances. Meaning how it was started to the very end where they complete the quest.
