Chapter 89: The Sensory Conduit
The atmosphere in the monitoring suite was thick with a different kind of tension. Professor Leni Vance leaned back in her swivel chair, her eyes locked onto the high-resolution monitors. Beside her, her two female assistants stood frozen, their breaths hitching in unison.
On the screens, Jun had already claimed Sora. He was a force of nature, his movements aggressive and devoid of the hesitant fumbling typical of most Prime Candidates. He didn’t just kiss her; he devoured her. His mouth trailed from her jaw to the hollow of her throat, leaving a map of dark, possessive marks across her porcelain skin.
“Look at the haptic feedback,” one of the assistants whispered, her voice trembling. She was wearing the standard testing gear—the metallic nipple rings and the translucent pussy cover. As Jun’s lips pressed into Sora’s skin, the assistant’s own body jerked. “The pressure sensors… they’re peaking. I can feel the suction.”
As Jun moved lower, his mouth locking onto Sora’s breast, he sucked the nipple deep into his mouth with a wet, rhythmic force.
“Nnngh… ah!” The first assistant gasped, her back arching violently as her own nipple ring tightened, emulating the exact pressure Jun was applying to Sora. Her breath hitched, her chest heaving as a wave of phantom heat crashed over her. “God… mmm… it’s so precise. I’ve never felt anything like this. The way he hits the center… it’s like he knows exactly where the nerves are.” She gripped the edge of the console, her knuckles turning white as her nipple throbbed in sync with Jun’s suction, sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to her core, making her lower belly tighten in a desperate, pulsing ache.
The second assistant let out a low, shaky moan, her hand drifting down to rub her own thigh, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. “I’ve had partners… haaa… but none of them were this aggressive. It’s not just strength; it’s the intent.” She closed her eyes, her head lolling back as she felt the haptic rings on her own breasts tighten and pull, mimicking Jun’s possessive grip. She could almost feel the warmth of his breath, the rough texture of his tongue, and the sheer weight of his desire pressing into her, sending a surge of wetness between her thighs that left her breathless.
Both women were now trembling, their breathing becoming shallow and ragged. “Ah… mmm… god,” they whimpered in unison, their voices thick with arousal. Every time Jun shifted his focus or increased the suction on Sora, their own bodies reacted with a violent, involuntary shudder. They weren’t just observing a recording; they were being physically hijacked by Jun’s expertise. Their nipples were now hard, aching peaks, hypersensitive to the slightest movement of the gear, leaving them drenched in a sudden, overwhelming surge of arousal that made their legs feel like jelly and their minds go hazy.
Leni watched the data streams with a clinical yet aroused intensity. “Jun is a different breed,” she murmured, her voice husky. “The hype wasn’t just marketing. He’s a seasoned predator in a room full of prey. Now,” she leaned forward, a smirk playing on her lips, “let’s see how my masterpiece handles the descent. The pussy cover is about to be put to the ultimate test.”
At the mention of the word, both assistants shuddered, their breath growing heavy as they felt their own heat pooling between their thighs.
Meanwhile, inside the luxury DiveVR pods, the world had vanished. There was only sensation.
Angela Ross had selected the Third-Person POV, a strategic choice that allowed her to experience the encounter as an omniscient observer who felt everything. As Jun’s lips crashed against Sora’s, Angela felt the mouth gag inside her own mouth expand and press, replicating the exact movement of a tongue. She instinctively kissed back, her mind blurring as she felt the phantom sensation of large, warm hands cupping and squeezing her breasts.
“Mmm… oh god… haaa,” Angela moaned, her voice echoing in the silent pod, her breath hitching. Every time Jun’s lips grazed Sora’s skin, Angela felt the electric spark of it. When he bit Sora’s nipple, the ring in Angela’s own breast reacted instantly, pinching and pulling with a visceral accuracy that made her toes curl and her hips jerk upward.
‘This… this is a success,’ she tried to tell herself, her mind grasping for professional detachment. ‘The haptic fidelity is… mmm… it’s beyond anything we predicted.’ But the thought was fleeting, shattered by another surge of pleasure as Jun’s tongue swirled against Sora’s skin. “Ah… god… yes…” she whimpered, her head lolling back against the pod’s lining.
She tried to focus on the data, to evaluate the marketability of the experience, but it was becoming impossible to think straight. The sensations were too vivid, too aggressive. As Jun trailed his kisses downward, Angela felt the warmth of his breath on her skin, her pussy pulsing and leaking with a violent intensity. She was no longer analyzing a product; she was being consumed by the sensation of being claimed. “Haa… I can’t… mmm… it’s too much,” she gasped, her thoughts dissolving into a haze of pure, unadulterated arousal.
Beside her, Valentina was immersed in the Sora POV. For her, the experience was total. She wasn’t observing; she was Sora.
When Jun’s tongue flicked against Sora’s lips, Valentina didn’t just react; she countered. Her own tongue twirled aggressively against the mouth gag, licking and swirling against the synthetic material in a desperate, hungry search for more. Shlup, shlup—the wet, rhythmic sounds of the simulation echoed in her ears, and she mirrored them with her own mouth, her tongue dancing in a frantic attempt to mimic the friction she felt. She gasped, her chest heaving violently as she felt the phantom weight of Jun’s body pressing her into the mattress, pinning her down in a way that made her blood boil with desire. Every touch, every pinch of her nipples, felt magnified, sending electric shocks of pleasure that made her toes curl.
“Mmm… oh god… I can’t stop,” she whimpered, her voice thick with a sudden, intoxicating addiction. The pleasure was so concentrated, so perfectly delivered, that she felt herself slipping into a trance. She didn’t just want the simulation; she wanted the man. She wanted to feel that raw, aggressive power for real.
As she arched her back, a bold, daring thought flashed through her mind. She thought of Angela, lying in the pod beside her, experiencing the same overwhelming surge. ‘If this is how he feels…’ Valentina thought, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine, ‘then imagine… mmm… imagine if Angie and I both had him.’
A low, sensual moan escaped her lips as she imagined a threesome—the two of them competing for Jun’s attention, sharing his heat, and being dominated by him simultaneously. The mere thought of it made her pussy throb with a renewed, violent intensity, leaving her completely enslaved to the desire for a man she had only just met through a machine.
As Jun’s mouth migrated toward the heat between Sora’s thighs, Valentina let out a loud, unrestrained moan—“Ahhh… yes… more!”—her voice thick with a hunger she couldn’t suppress. Her hips instinctively bucked, her waist shaking in a rhythmic, desperate search for friction. She could feel her pussy flooding, a sudden, violent surge of arousal that left her drenched.
She felt the pussy cover pulsating against her, the haptic nodes vibrating with a precision that made her clit throb. She wasn’t just enjoying the experience; she was craving it, her entire body humming with a visceral need to be filled. She pressed herself deeper into the pod, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps as she prepared for the impact of a man who didn’t just touch, but dominated.