Kirito in Galagil's Sword Art Online 1.1

The Town of Beginnings, once a bustling portal to adventure, now wore a shroud of uneasy resignation. Players loitered in the square, their faces etched with a mix of boredom and fear. Kirito, a Beta Tester, felt a pang of guilt as he navigated the throngs.

He'd fled the overcrowded chaos of this place days ago, seeking solitude and faster leveling in the practically deserted next village. But the call of this quest reward, a rare skill upgrade hidden within the Town of Beginnings' labyrinthine shops, drew him back. The faces he passed reflected a spectrum of emotions – despair, apathy, even a twisted kind of acceptance.

He'd turned his back on everyone here based on a cold calculus: staying in the Town of Beginnings would have only slowed his advancement. As long as the 10,000 player population remained clustered within the confines of this city, leveling was far too slow. There was a scarcity of XP-generating monsters – and the only way to earn experience was through the successful termination of monsters and completing quests all of which had timers. To maximize XP gain, the wisest players had left it day one, just as Kirito had.

It made him feel bad, especially because he knew players had already died. He'd seen it. Another Beta Tester, a guy named Samson who'd had the same idea as him. Cut down by a pack of wolves, mobs he'd had no more problem with than Kirito but he'd aggroed too many.

He'd been within Kirito's eyesight the whole time but he'd been too far away when Kirito noticed him getting swarmed. He'd just... came apart in a shower of colorful particles.

Kirito mentally shuddered at the vivid memory. Maybe he'd woken up in his gaming chair perfectly fine... Or maybe the NerveGear had fried his brain with microwaves.

If that skilled player had died, what chance did any of the other thousands of players stuck in the Town of Beginnings have?

But Kirito had to stay focused, and not fall to distractions. He was not here to help anyone. He was here on a mission.

Which of course was when he was distracted by the completely naked girl.

He was an eighteen year old virgin boy, after all, and SAO had full sex functionality integrated into its mechanics. So she was very distracting.

A Western girl, maybe Sweden, Denmark, or even America in origin. Blonde hair and green eyes, her breasts were modestly sized, but nicely shaped. Kirito guessed they were a c-cup, her nipples were small pink, perky points, and her hips were wide. Maybe too thick, but when combined with her small waist and flat stomach, they gave her an exaggerated pear-shape which was, honestly, pretty attractive to him.

She was standing stock-still, hands clasped to cover her vagina, her embarrassment apparent.
There was a small crowd of players around her as well as a male player who was also nude. The man, unremarkable in every way except for his enormous penis- like something out of a doujinshi - stood nearby with an arrogant, self-satisfied smile.

Kirito's face flushed, a mixture of curiosity and awkwardness warring within him. SAO, with its full-sensory immersion and intimate functionality, had always promised such possibilities. But in the stark light of reality, it felt… different. Wrong, even.

Yet, he couldn't tear his gaze away. The logical part of him knew this was inevitable. Trapped in this digital purgatory, with the threat of **** looming outside the city's safe zone, players would seek solace in the one thing they could control – each other. What did it matter, really? These weren't real bodies; they were just lines of code, pixels on a screen.

With a resounding smack, her lover's hand landed on her exposed backside. The woman flinched, her hands snapping up to cover her chest, a crimson blush blooming on her cheeks.

"Abigail! Why did you grab your tits? Aren't you ashamed of exposing your cunt to these noble people?" His voice rang out, cutting through the crowd's murmurs like a knife. She hesitated for a moment, looking down at her feet. "I… I am, but you slapped my butt, so"

"I spanked your ass!" the man chortled happily even as he brandished his palm above her rear again.

"Yes... you spanked my ass, so I had to grab them."

Kirito was both disgusted and oddly titillated by this display. Weird sex games happening right in the open. His own body heated up, shame and arousal warring within him.

Leaving this place was definitely the right decision.

He supposed Bacchanalian sex orgies were the inevitable result of a situation like this. There were so many players who hadn't signed up for an endless slog of hardship and battle. Why not hang out in the safety of the beginning and indulge in some perverted fun in a virtual world?

Except for the fact that none of them were going to escape this **** game unless they killed every boss, cleared every dungeon and reached the top of Aincrad. Every day wasted fooling around like this, instead of leveling, was another day the odds stacked against them.

"Okay, but just because it is the nor... the usual thing to do when your ass is spanked, don't you think you should do something else? The situation is not really usual as well, is it? So why do you do it anyway?"

"I guess I just felt like it was still the right thing to do..."

"Well, if you grab your tits again, showing off your cunt so shamelessly, I will **** you to bend over and spread your legs. Since you don't mind showing your little girl hole, you should spread it for the people around here then."

Kirito really should be moving on past this simple act of male dominance and female submission. But he was stuck transfixed, unable to look away. The Aroused status icon appeared in the corner of his vision and he felt the disturbing sensation of his penis going from soft to fully erect in two seconds.

And he wasn't the only one. SAO was incredibly lifelike which made the ways it was still very obviously a game even more glaringly obvious. Every male avatar around him was sporting a boner that formed nearly identical unmistakable tents in their trousers.

Another slap and another grab of her tits. It was pretty clear to Kirito that she enjoyed public humiliation.

He really needed to get moving...

"I warned you. Get in position now!

The naked girl's cheeks were pink and she looked distressed but she did as he demanded, bending over spreading her legs apart.

Even from his distant position, Kirito could make out her wet pussy. The girl had blonde pubic hair trimmed to a neat triangle which framed her slit perfectly. Her guy leered at her, a smug expression on his face as he grabbed his massive penis, stroking it.

This was so wrong.

Kirito felt heat coiling in his belly as he stared at her fingertips parting her lower lips, revealing a glistening pink pussy.

A male player with greasy hair who could definitely be described as a 'delinquent' type character walked right up to her, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. He surveyed Abigail like a butcher eyeing a prime cut, his lips curling into a lecherous grin.

"Since you obviously want to get fucked, you little slut, why don't you start with sucking me off?"

His hands worked at his pants to free his erection.