SMASH or PASS

"Shlluurp! Glk-! Gulp."

In the night, the bakery was filled with rose’s loud, lewd slurps.

"Mmphh!!~ ♥ Mmnghph!!"

Rose was on her knees, her white dress riding up to expose her pale bare ass and the soft swell of her hips. With her own arousal soaking the carpet beneath her knees.

"Mmmphhh!!~ ♥ Mmph!!~ ♥"

She made muffled, wet sounds as she worked, her eyes watering from the stretch, but she didn’t stop.

’Holy... shit...’

Her throat was incredibly tight and slick. And her throat muscles spasmed around me with every thrust of her head.

[+2 SP]

"Mmmph... mmmph hnnn!"

Her teary eyes never left mine. She maintained flawless, hungry eye contact, watching my reaction to every thrust and every wet swirl of her wet tongue.

’She’s too good...’

A little bit embarrassed, I tried to avoid looking at her directly.

With a pop. Her lips left the tip of my cock.

A mischievous, almost feral grin spreads across her lips.

"Getting shy~?" She giggled.

Where did the innocent girl couple of minutes ago go?

Isn’t she way too good at this?!

"Am I doing a good job~"

"...yes. Great."

"Hnnn~ SLURRRP—"

"!?"

Suddenly, with a loud, obscene slurp she dives back down, swallowing my shaft whole.

She immediately increased the intensity. The wet sounds echoing in the small room became louder as she deliberately flooded her mouth with saliva, using it to create a slick, drowning sensation. She began sliding down my shaft until my cock bumped against the back of her throat.

’Fuck... this is bad...’

"Nnnnngh mmph! SLURRP~"

Each time she withdraws, she makes sure to trail long strings of saliva from her lips down to my cock, coating it completely.

[+2 SP]

"W-wait... I’m going to—"

She bobbed her head up and down with increasing desperation. And her throat clenched tightly around me.

The combination of her tight throat, the overwhelming wetness, and that intense clenching makes it nearly impossible to think straight.

I held her by her hair.

"Mmmph—GLK-GLK-GLK—!!" she gurgles as I push down particularly deep, her nose pressing into my pelvis. She looked up at me with tears filling her eyes. Her black eyes half lidded and hazy with arousal as she continues to stare up at me.

"GHHKK!!~ ♥ HUUHP!!~ ♥ GLUCK!!~ ♥ NGFFF!!~ ♥ OOOGHH!!~ ♥"

Each thrust I pushed was punctuated by a different, wet gagging sound, her eyes rolled back in her head, showing nothing but white as I destroyed her throat.

"!?—"

"Mmmph!" she gurgles, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder, her hands working my balls with expert precision while her mouth works my shaft.

Shit.

At this rate, I was going to—

No. Not yet.

I pulled out immediately.

"Hnnn-!? No~"

The sudden release was a shock to her system, her lungs screaming as she gulped down ragged, wet breaths of air. Her face was a mess of tears, saliva, and pre cum.

My cock was soaked, absolutely drenched in her spit; thick, viscous strings of it stretch from her chin down to my balls, which she massaged with a soft hand.

"...rose?"

"....hnn?... yes?"

"...Show me your butt."

The command was simple and direct, cutting straight through the delirious haze of near suffocation.

Still on her knees, she bit her lip then immediately turned around without a single ounce of hesitation or shame. She bent herself over the counter.

Her back arching deeply to push her soft, plump ass high into the air, presenting herself completely.

She clenched her ass cheeks together deliberately, giving me a better view of how soft and full they were before relaxing them again, spreading her knees just a little wider, giving me a clear, unobstructed view of everything between her legs.

’Holy... Shit.’

Her ass was a perfect display of youthful softness and tempting curves, elevated high for my inspection. The pale skin of her cheeks glowed faintly under the moon’s flickering light, looking impossibly smooth and inviting.

Her rear was generously plump, each cheek round and heavy with a healthy amount of soft fat that made them jiggle slightly with every shaky exhale she took. The cleft between them was deep and inviting, leading down to the delicate pink folds of her pussy, which was already slick and glistening from her own frantic stimulation. Because she was arched so deeply, her ass cheeks spread apart naturally, offering an unobstructed view of her tight entrance and the swollen clit peeking through.

Her hips were narrow and flexible, creating a dramatic hourglass silhouette that made her ass look even wider and more voluptuous. The skin there looked tender, flushed pink from the arousal and the blood rushing to her extremities. Every time her thighs trembled from exhaustion, the soft flesh of her ass quivered hypnotically, the image of a perfect, ripe fruit waiting to be split open.

"Hnnn~... Hey... Aren’t you... gonna..."

The small, tight ring of her pussy was slick with arousal, but just above it, her butthole stood out, pink and puckered. Because she had been so worked up, the muscles there seemed to pulse involuntarily, tiny spasms making the entrance flutter. It looked soft, tender, and achingly vulnerable.

The delicate skin around the rim was flushed a deeper rose color, the tiny folds of flesh stretched taut from her own internal arousal, creating a small, dark star shaped opening that seemed to yawn open slightly with every ragged breath she took. It looked impossibly soft and sensitive, a tight little gateway that seemed to shiver in anticipation of being invaded.

I gulped.

Not even the baron’s second wife owned such a perfect bakery.

The way her ass cheeks pulled apart made her butthole appear larger than it actually was, exposing the raw, pink interior of the sphincter as it twitched, opening and closing.

I slowly pointed my middle finger towards it.

Then I gave it a firm, unyielding push deep into her asshole.

"Fuhiiii!!~ ♥ Geheee~ ♥"

The sudden invasion of her most sensitive spot made Rose’s entire body bolt upright as if she’d been electrocuted. Her muscles immediately fought against me, the sphincter spasming around my finger in a desperate attempt to clamp shut, but the stretch was too intense.

"Hiee?!~ ♥ Ghuohhhh?!~ ♥ Mmmghhhiii!?!?!~ ♥"

Her composure was completely obliterated. The sudden, intimate penetration was a raw shock to her system. Her ass kept clenching instinctively, tight and hot around my invading finger, but she made no move to pull away. On the contrary, she pushed back against me with a desperate little whine.

"Ahi~ ♥... fucking d-deep..."

She stammered out the words, her voice a thin, high pitched whimper.

[+4 SP]

Ding!

[SMASH/PASS]

...hm?

Why is the system showing me this now?

Oh right... I guess I should have enough SP to spend it on her.

Well. Here goes nothing.

’Smash—’

◇◇◇

The bakery was quiet.

And I was alone.

In the bakery, right next to me... nobody.

The room still held her warmth. The air still smelled like flour, like tea, like her.

But Rose was gone.

[ACQUISITION COMPLETE]

[Rose Maren / Common Tier]

[Inventory Registration: No. 001]

[Passive Bonus: Stamina Recovery +1 / Always Active]

[Inventory: 1/???]

[SP Remaining: 0]

I read the notification.

Read it again.

Third time, just to be sure.

The text didn’t change.

"...Rose went into my inventory."

I said it out loud, because reading it in my head wasn’t enough for my brain to process it as reality.

"The girl I was fucking just went into my item tab."

Yeah. Saying it out loud didn’t help either.

[Summon? Y/N]

"...Summon?"

Pop

Rose appeared right where she’d been, picking up from the exact moment she’d left off.

"—It feels good, don’t stop—" She blinked. She looked at me. I was standing about four steps away from the counter. "...Huh? When did you move?"

"Getting water. Be right back."

"Oh, then bring me some too?"

...She hasn’t noticed. At all.

I dismissed her, and she vanished without a sound. I summoned her, and pop, there she was again.

"—where’s the water? Wait, you moved again!?"

"I was checking the window lock."

"You worry too much."

Another dismiss, another summon.

"I’m just going to the toilet. Be right back."

She didn’t suspect a thing. She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear.

I sent her back. She disappeared.

I summoned her. She appeared. The same place. The same moment.

"—Why so many times—" *click*. "Huh, you’re moving again?"

"My leg cramped. I stretched it."

"You have to drink plenty of water, okay?"

Four times total, and the result was identical every time.

For her, not a single moment had passed. She didn’t even register the memory gap as a gap.

She had no memory. From her perspective, time was zero. She resumed from where she left off the moment she was stored, as if nothing had happened.

From her point of view, this was just a weird night where I kept teleporting between her blinks.

Verification complete.

...This function is no fucking joke.

After that, I spent the evening experimenting different things on her.

[+5 SP]

[+2 SP]

[+5 SP]

Eventually, she fell asleep using my arm as a pillow. The flour in her hair rubbed off on my sleeve.

But I couldn’t sleep.

◇◇◇

Once her breathing settled, I slid down to the floor, put my back against the wall, and opened the system screen.

[Inventory 1/???]

[No. 001 | Common | Human | Rose Maren | Stamina Recovery +1]

No. 001?

This means that I can get much more.

So then, what would happen if I collected ten of them?

What about a hundred?

The system had said it already: capacity theoretically unlimited, bonuses all stacking. Meaning every woman in this world was a walking stat-up item, and the more I collected, the stronger I got.

Time for the money math.

Breeding contracts paid 5 to 15 SP per session, and the farm was three days. With enough sessions, 45 SP was realistic. 45 SP bought around five Commons. Run contracts for a month, and that was... a lot.

While I was at it, I rechecked the price sheet.

[SP Cost by Tier (Estimate)]

[Common: 5-15]

[Uncommon: 20-40]

[Rare: 60-120]

[Epic: 200-500]

[Legendary: 1,000-5,000]

...The jumps between tiers are bullshit.

Common was essentially just pocket change. Uncommon was Helena’s tier, a few quests’ worth. From Rare on it suddenly rose to insane amounts.

Even so, the math itself held. Stack cheap pieces in bulk, and there was a height you could reach on that alone.

I closed the screen. The shop was dark, and outside the window a street lamp buzzed.

"...I don’t have enough damn points."

Rose slept on, hearing none of it. She didn’t know she’d taken four trips through a dimensional pocket in the last twenty minutes, and she didn’t know she was registration number 001. She just slept, looking happy.

◇◇◇

The walk home was quiet.

When I got back home, Fenra was curled up on the bed, and when I lay down she wordlessly made room.