Chiaki creates a character.

When she reached the next screen, Chiaki was convinced she'd been correct. The screen was inviting her to register a "Tome Mistress," with a persistent subtitle that displayed at the top of the screen. What followed were a series of questions. As they appeared, Chiaki answered each with speed owed both to her practice using an on-screen keyboard as a gamer and her strange and growing interest in the game.

"ENTER YOUR NAME."

"C H I A K I"

"CHOOSE A COLOR."

From a surprisingly large color wheel, Chiaki picked a pale mauve that she felt suited her. Then, she reconsidered. She drifted to a prettier pink that reminded her of a stuffed toy she'd seen in an anime. Briefly, she paused and thought about this. As a general policy, Chiaki tried to trust her first impulse when making choices in a video game. She thought it was the purest way to experience a game in the first playthrough, and the best way to engage the creator's intention and have a good player-creator conversation. So, why-

As if to cut her off, the time on the selection was suddenly out and the pink she'd been considering was automatically selected.

"ENTER YOUR IMP'S NAME."

Feeling a bit vexed at having that kind of context-free question thrust on her, Chiaki nonetheless thought of something on the fly. "C H I C H I"

"CHICHI. ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH THIS NAME?"

"Yes," Chiaki muttered out loud, pressing the Confirm button on her controller impatiently.

"CHICHI, CHOOSE A MASTERY POINT TO ASSIGN. YOU HAVE [1] POINT TO ASSIGN."

Now, Chiaki found herself looking at a huge list of selections that barely seemed to have a common theme. When she looked harder, she realized it could vaguely be described as "physical features." There were clothes, like "earrings," "bracelets," and "necklaces," but also body parts, like "ears," "lips," "tongue," "boobs," "nipples," "butt," "tail,"... Ignoring the stray thought that she'd never seen anything to say what parental guidance rating this game had, Chiaki thought about the decision. Right now, she had no idea what investing a mastery point any of these things could possibly do... But, thinking about her lack of understanding of romance, something drove her to select "lips."

"NOW LOADING. CONNECT PERIPHERAL TO CONTINUE."

... Here, Chiaki paused and squinted at the screen. What peripheral? There was no diagram or anything. Needless to say, there was also no instruction manual. Chiaki put a hand across her mouth as she contemplated, having the strange feeling that something was different. As the size of one's lips wasn't something one normally thought about, and considering she couldn't see the freshly-applied pastel pink lipstick, she put the feeling aside. Instead...

Chiaki groaned in frustration. As she thought about it, this message was especially strange. Was the "loading" part going to go away whether she plugged in a peripheral or not? Would she be able to continue if she inserted a peripheral before the "loading" finished?

Gaming was not turning out to be as relaxing as she expected, but it was proving to be exciting. Having the momentum of that excitement taken from her was frustrating, and Chiaki reasonably decided she'd like something fun to quell that frustration. So, reasonably, she collapsed back onto her beanbag and began peeling her pink panties from under her skirt and down her characteristically thick thighs. Now lying on her back and presenting her bare undercarriage to her game console, she reached over and collected the toy she'd set aside earlier. With none of her earlier hesitation, she spread herself and guided the electronic dildo into a spot between her legs. She turned it on-

As soon as the toy began vibrating, Chiaki let out a scream of pleasure like no sound she'd made before. She grabbed the buzzing item to try and hold it to a comfortable position, feeling her eyes trying to roll up and her back wanting to arch. Instead, Chiaki mustered her strength, released the toy, grabbed her controller, and kept her eyes locked on the screen. She clenched her teeth to stop moans from escaping, feeling drool puddling at the corners of her plump pink lips, and held the bizarre pose with her legs in the air and the vibrating thing pointed towards the screen. The message that had been displaying was gone, and she was afraid that moving would disturb something. "Besides... th-th-this is a good chance... t-to test both of these at once... P-p-probably!" she gasped to herself.

"CHICHI, CUSTOMIZE YOUR IMP FEATURES."

Trying to keep her remaining focus on the game's sliders, Chiaki adjusted the various points to her liking, operating more on instinct than any criteria. For the imp's horns, she selected a pair of tall, flat, upward-curving plates extending from the forehead, similar to a bunny's ears if viewed from the front. For the wings, she selected a set similar to tiny angel wings, although dark pink in color. For the tail, she chose a version that ended in a fluffy pom-pom, similar in color to the wings.

"CHICHI, CUSTOMIZE YOUR IMP BODY."

On this screen, Chiaki was getting a clearer idea of this game's strange aesthetic. The sliders on this screen allowed one to change the character's height and body proportions, but there didn't seem to be any way to move them that didn't result in what looked like it would be cartoonishly short in-game, with womanly features ranging from pretty big to ridiculous. Chiaki played around with these a bit more carefully in spite of the raging thing in her pussy threatening to drive her to a climax. Finally, she came to something she was satisfied with, giving her character a wide shelf of an ass, thick legs tapering to her cute feet, and nice handfuls on the chest, to boot.

"CHICHI, ENTER A NAME FOR THE TOME."

"What are you talking ab-b-bout?" Chiaki spoke aloud, no longer holding the controller as she'd moved to manually maneuvering the toy, carefully trying to hit the perfect spot. "It already h-has a name, right?"

"... DEFAULT NAME SELECTED: 'Shortstack Imp Attack Party Pack Vol. 0.' CHICHI, IS THIS ACCEPTABLE?"

"Y-yes... Yes..." Chiaki grunted. "Y-y-yessss!!" she finally screamed, spurting all over her own floor as she got the tool out of her, feeling her body spasm in a way she'd never managed before. She sat with her jaw open and her splayed limbs twitching at the edges of her chair for a moment before trying to talk again. "Oooh... I feel so... weird... This can't be... M-maybe this is how it's supposed to be... After all...?" With effort, she lifted her head enough to see the screen.

"CHICHI, IMP CREATION IS COMPLETE. YOU WILL HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE FURTHER CHANGES IN THE FUTURE. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO?"

Chiaki gasped on her back for a moment longer, then pushed herself up to her knees, her head spinning. She still looked like herself, minus the thick, painted pink lips and the strange mess she'd never imagined making on her floor. The toy she'd just product tested was still vibrating its way across her floor.

For a moment, in that strange scene, Chiaki thought she would pass out. Then, she thought she'd throw up. Then, she smiled peacefully as those feelings faded. "Well... I think I'm gonna have a glass of water. Then, I'm gonna eat dinner. Then, I wanna play my new game with my friends. That'll be fun. Definitely!" She let out a big yawn and stretched, falling onto her back in her chair again. "Oh yeah... and I'll get some good sleep in there, somewhere. Sleep feels kinda boring if I don't have fun with my friends first, though..."

She rose to her feet with effort, holding a finger to her plump lower lip and staggering around her apartment drunkenly. "Oh, but sleeping with my friends... that would probably be even more fun. Huh..." Chiaki muttered, finally making her way into her kitchen and pouring herself a glass of water with no ice. She downed it, leaving a lipstick stain on the cup yet somehow failing to smudge the makeup she was wearing. "Hm... Sleeping with friends, especially at my age, maybe isn't normal... But I still think it'd be kinda fun..."