Despair

Trying to stand was a struggle; my legs were still trembling, and my arms barely had any strength. It was more effective to crawl across the floor, drawing strength from my desperation to fix this.

When I finally reached the bedroom, I was wondering how long this post-orgasmic weakness would last. It was ridiculous that my penis was still spasming, and the trail of white stains on the floor only made it more grotesque.

"Stupid piece of shit pamphlet, and stupid me for thinking with my dick," was all I muttered as I rummaged through every nook and cranny: under the sheets, under the bed, in the closet, inside the drawers, even behind the furniture.

The fact that I ignored the lingerie and the box of sex toys in the wardrobe was indicative of my state of mind. I even had to resort to awkward positions, arching my back to keep my hips, and my penis, from touching any surface, afraid it would happen again… that incident. How could I even call for accidental ejaculation? I checked each place three, four, five times, refusing to acknowledge reality, clinging to the hope of finding the Game of Evolution and Culture.

“THIS ISN’T FAIR!” I yelled at no one in particular. “I did everything right, I followed the rules and I tried my best, but just for trying to stay safe, you punish me? YOU’RE RIDICULOUS!”

The fury gave me the strength to finally stand up. I wanted to hit something, break things. I tried to rip the lamp off the nightstand, but the cord was firmly plugged into the wall. “Stupid body.” I’d forgotten that detail.

“Okay, I get it. I screwed up. You set the rules and I intentionally broke them. You’re a fucking magic piece of paper, I’m sure you can hear me. I promise to do better, just give me a chance,” I pleaded with the heavens, or whatever metaphysical entity was responsible, while projecting a shaky smile, trying to feign confidence.

There was no response, of course there wouldn't be. I knew the rules: 'Create a coherent scenario, shape the culture, see your new reality, and... live with the consequences.' The pamphlet would disappear after the game ended, and that's exactly what happened. I was trapped.

I fell to my knees, clutching my hair tightly in my hands, or at least trying to. My stupid hair was so silky it slipped through my fingers. I felt tears welling up. "I'm trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped..."

My mind spiraled into a recurring cycle of pessimism. I condemned myself to a world where I'm illiterate, and my body can't handle the slightest sexual stimulation. What had I been reduced to? What would my life be like now? Whatever the answer, I doubted it would be good.

Lost in that mood, I didn't notice the sound of a door opening, nor the click of heels against the wooden floor. "Honey, I'm home."

That voice only partially snapped me out of my daze; half a quarter of my mind acknowledged that someone was speaking to me, but the vast majority of my brain still refused to respond. The clicking sound grew louder.

When a figure entered the room, I awoke a little. "Looks like someone's been having some fun alone. I almost slipped on the stains you left." That voice overflowed with many things: love, tenderness, motherhood, excitement, and many other things whose names I don't know. It tickled my ears, and without me even realizing it, it calmed my racing heart a little.

If her voice was sensual, her body was otherworldly: tall, taller than any woman in the old world, a statuesque figure with wide hips, thick thighs, a narrow waist, legs so long I could get lost in them, large locks of hair, and defined muscles. All topped off with balanced proportions, nothing grotesque or exaggerated.

But what truly captivated me was her clothing—if you could even call it that, it was barely a dress. It left her sides, legs, and arms exposed, a deep neckline, and if the outlines of her nipples under the dress were any indication, she wasn't wearing underwear.

Despite having come recently (was it really recently?), I got hard immediately, very, very hard. I can't describe what the hell happened to me; my body simply decided it didn't care that my mind was in crisis. The disconnection was utterly disconcerting.

When I looked up, my eyes still blurred by tears, I could see her face. Angular, with sharp cheekbones, full, thick lips painted a dark red. The makeup complemented the natural beauty marks that adorned her face. And her hair was thick and wavy.

She entered with a seductive smile, caressing one breast, but it didn't seem like she was doing it for pleasure, but rather… to show off? Like her clothes, it was more adornment than function.

As soon as she saw me there, lying on the floor with tears about to spill, her expression vanished. She rushed to my side, knelt down without a care for scraping her knees, and wrapped her arms around me. In that instant, I felt my head rest between her large breasts, and for some reason that day, my body reacted in a way I never expected.

As soon as my ear touched her chest and I heard her heartbeat, my entire body relaxed. Despite this, my mind was still stressed; in fact, it made things worse. My muscles were in a **** numbness, and while I tried with all my might to get away from this woman, I was simply unable to move an inch.

"My love, what happened? It's okay, I'm here now."

"My love, what happened to you? Don't worry, I'm here now." Her body pressed against mine as she stroked my back. I could feel her smooth fingers tracing my skin, tickling me. And despite my paralysis, my penis didn't seem to heed the warning of my fear; it decided it was a good time to get hard.

"S-stay away, please," was all I could manage to say.

The woman froze, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me back to look me in the eyes. Her gaze was a mixture of fear, worry, and sadness.

"Sweetie? What's wrong? Please tell me."

I didn't answer. As soon as I stopped feeling her warmth, my muscles regained their strength. I shook off her grip and ran. I planned to lock myself in the bathroom so I could figure out how to get out of this...

"ARGH!" I screamed when that same delicate hand grabbed my hair. With my small frame, it didn't matter if I ran with all my might; the woman had longer arms and legs, enough to catch me in less than a second. I didn't even reach the door before I was dragged back into the woman's breasts, and with them, the cage without bars that was the paralysis of my body.

“Let me go, damn it!” Panic gave way to anger and frustration. I screamed, summoning as much hatred as I could… of course, it wasn’t very intimidating in that body, especially with that high-pitched voice. Since arriving in this reality, I hadn’t heard myself utter a single sentence beyond screams, but now I knew even my voice had changed.

“No, you’re acting strange. Last night you were so calm, but today I went out to buy something, and when I came back I found a semen stain on the floor, and I found you in our room on the verge of tears. You have to tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.”

The plea came laden with desperation; she was truly worried about me. But I didn’t care at all. I continued to grunt in frustration.

“I already told you that I… OHHH!” My words turned into moans when the woman grabbed my penis. I immediately had an orgasm, just like before, but she didn't stop there. She massaged my member with such skill that it seemed like she'd been practicing for decades. She was gentle yet firm when needed, massaging with her thumb on the most sensitive spots.

The room filled with my moans; I could almost swear I cracked the mirror. The number of orgasms per second I was having was almost painful. I barely finished one before the next one began, and my penis felt like a fountain. Even though I was paralyzed, my body was releasing continuous spasms, my hips moving in sync with the hand that caressed me with up-and-down motions.

My brain simply couldn't process anything but pleasure. I even forgot how **** I felt, and instead, all I could do was moan louder. I barely noticed how my semen was bathing my groin and the woman's hand, both covered in so much white that the skin beneath was invisible.

My concentration was only enough to glance up at my captor, and what I saw filled me with such fear that it surpassed the unbearable pleasure that was overwhelming me. The woman was staring at me, with an expression of utter madness, a sinister smile that chilled me to the bone. But despite that, a love… no, love wasn't the word, it was adoration, an adoration that deepened with each spurt of semen I ejaculated. And I don't know if it was a hallucination induced by the heat my body was generating, but I think I saw hearts forming in her pupils.