The World is My Oyster: Tutorial

Synopsis: Horny beyond salvation, Carmona realizes something's wrong with everything around her and herself, but after some slight action, she acquires a system in her mind called "0YST3R" and discovers she's no longer in her original world! Equipped with abilities that affect the mind and aid her in her quest to satisfy her lust, she embarks on a sex-filled adventure in this porn game-esque version of her world.

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. This story is a work of fiction and should be enjoyed as such.

Author's Note: Hello! This is my first story here and I'm honestly a bit nervous. It's not a particularly serious piece, especially since it's based on the typical JP/CN novel premise of going to another world or game world. I figured it'd be a neat vehicle for amorous literature though, so here I am. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Truth be told, Carmona didn't know exactly when it had happened, but she was certain something had changed in the last few hours. The discrepancies were minute, but they were there, and the more she paid attention, the harder it was to ignore. Things were exactly as she expected them to be, save for a tingling sensation that they were not.

The trees swayed gently in the breeze, giving her some shade on her walk back home from university. However, there was something sensual about the way they moved--lithe and flexible like bodies under duress. Carmona shook her head at the thought. Maybe she was going crazy at the tender age of 21.

She hurried back, not daring to let her mind wander until she arrived at the threshold of her house.

The sound of the door opening alerted the only other person within. "Welcome back."

Carmona looked up to see her father peeking from the kitchen with a small smile on his face. The man wore an apron and held a spatula. By the scent of savory goods stemming from the room, it was obvious dinner was being made.

Relief flooded her system. Maybe she was just hungry, so thank god there was food soon. "Hi dad." She greeted the man with a similar smile.

Her father, Pasco, was a striking man. Much of her features were taken from him like the brown hair and gentle eyes. She couldn't help but linger on his gaze.

Pasco took off the apron and approached with arms spread wide. "Just in time. Give your old man a hug and help me set up for dinner."

The motions caught Carmona's attention. His muscles grew taut under his work dress-shirt, stretching out the fabric and showcasing the outlines of his body. He had a dad-bod through and through, but something about his man-breasts straining the buttons of his top made her breathless.There was something off about how it all happened. After all, her father's clothes were tailored to his size, so the tightness didn't seem right. But despite that, she couldn't help but be thankful for the show. She reciprocated his hug with a burning growing in her legs.

Something was seriously wrong. Though she recognized this was her father, she could feel no apprehension over the forbidden lust growing within her. It felt like the part of her that determined the morality of her feelings had been turned off, replaced only by an impulse to give in to them.

To make matters worse, her father's hug lasted a little too long. She felt his hands on his back, smelled the musk of a man after a long day at work, and felt his breathing on her skin. Her eyes fell half lidded from the arousal.

Oh god, I want to fuck my dad.

Her horny stupor was broken by the sound of a mechanical ding!

- Sufficient H-points accumulated. System is now active. Hello, user Carmona. -

At that moment, her father parted from the contact and said something about the dishes. She was only half listening as the voice in her head began chiming in again. Though imperceptible, it was like a floating window much like those in computers popped up in front of her.

Her body moved on auto-pilot as she helped set up the table, her focus taken up by the bizarre phenomenon.

- Initializing...introduction. -

- Welcome to world SX-1690. This world is a replica of your original world, however, it follows H-rated game logic. You have been transported here with status: Protagonist. -

Carmona almost dropped the plates in her hand at the news.

- As "Protagonist," you are equipped with a system codenamed "0YST3R" as well as a body modified to facilitate your role. Modifications include...increased arousal... -

Her father rushed to her side immediately, steadying her body with a well-placed palm on her back. The touch ignited the brewing lust in her, and for a moment, she found herself pressing against him while breathing heavily. Fuck, so that's what that was.

"Sorry dad." She apologized with a small smile. Unbeknownst to her, her ass brushed against her father's groin. The man paused in response, swallowing.

-...allure... -

"N-no problem. Now let's get dinner, shall we?" He let go of her reluctantly, eyes lingering on his daughter's figure.

-...and universal attraction, among other things. -

"Yep, let's eat!" Carmona was only half there when she nodded in reply, unable to notice the shift in her father's looks. She sat down to partake in dinner while prodding at this new "system."

"So...what? I'm basically always horny now? And my reality is a porn game?"

- Correct. -

"Can I get back to my actual world?" She wasted no time asking the question.

- Upon completion of this "game world" via accumulation of a certain amount of "H-points," you can return to your home world along with your "prize." -

"This is fucked."

- Correct. -

"Carmona." Her conversation with the system was cut short when her father called her. "You okay? You seem a bit out of it."

She sent him a strained smile, chest tightening as she dwelled upon his worried expression. Thoughts of his brows furrowed from the effort of pleasing her assaulted her mind. She tucked them into the back of her head for now in favor of answering him. "I'm fine, dad. Just...have a lot on my mind."

"How do I get H-points?" She asked 0YST3R.

- You must "capture" targets in this game. "Capturing" them entails acts of intimacy. The more sexual encounters with targets, the more H-points you earn. H-points can then be used to unlock more system functions. Would you like a tutorial? -

Intrigued, Carmona agreed. "Sure."

- Initiating...tutorial. Capture target: Pasco Valentine. Target set to: Easy -

Carmona's eyes widened. She waited for the sinking feeling of wrongness, but nothing came. Instead, a building anticipation between her legs expressed her assent to the arrangement.

Shit, did this entire thing change my morals too?

She had no time to ponder as her father soon stood and walked to her side. "Aw, baby. If you weren't feeling good, you should have said something." His face was a mask of understanding. A hand landed atop one of her shoulders, kneading.

Just his voice made her arousal grow hotter, what more the touch? She wanted to be sated in ungodly ways by the man in front of her.

A pop-up from the system appeared between them. It was translucent enough to be unobstructive, but she was still able to make out what it said:

- Hello, user. Since this is the tutorial mode, I have prompted the "Abilities Window" without your input. In the future, you can access this feature by thinking of it. To further sexual scenarios, you may use any of the abilities unlocked for you.

Useable Abilities:

- Limited Manipulation: Arousal

- Limited Manipulation: Common Sense*

*while "Common Sense" in an H-world is already somewhat altered for the user, for the sake of satisfying "reluctance" scenarios, usual morals will apply to targets and other people -

Carmona took in the information as much as she could while paying attention to her father. "T-thanks for the concern, dad. I really thought it was nothing. I feel largely fine but all sorts of things are running in my head."

Pasco felt guilt rise in his chest. And to think earlier, he felt just a twinge of desire for this helpless daughter of his when she already had too much on her mind. The hand on her shoulder suddenly felt hot with shame. Gently, he gave her a pat. "Do you need your old man to help? I'm here to listen." He offered with sincerity.

Oh you can help, alright.

Smiling to herself, Carmona selected the two abilities on hand and aimed them at her father.

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Chapter 2

Pasco thought he had suppressed the improper thoughts that had bloomed in him at the sight of his daughter, but the more he looked at her, the more he noticed things a father shouldn't. The sheen of her hair, the suppleness of her skin...the fullness of her lips. Tempted, he placed another palm on her arm as he smiled down at her. "Come on, you know you can tell me anything." His heart burned as his fingers sunk into her flesh. It took everything he had to push down the erection threatening to expose his indecent thoughts.

Carmona looked up at him in a reverent expression of thanks. Her eyes were wide and watery and it made his chest itch. "I've just been so...stressed lately. Restless, more like."

The words made Pasco's breath hitch. He was feeling much the same. "Really?" His hand moved down her arm, fingers closing together until they encircled her wrist. She fit so perfectly in his hand. "Like how?"

Carmona's cheeks grew tinted with a light flush as she looked away from her father. "O-oh, I shouldn't say."

The statement made his breathing turn ragged. What was happening to him? Why was he so horny? He knew what he was feeling was disgustingly wrong, still, he couldn't tear his touch away from her. He stretched his hand out until the palm draped over the back of hers, thumb making small circles as he leaned closer. He felt it was innocuous enough. Just comforting touches. "Why not, baby?"

"It's embarrassing." She answered immediately.

Is she wary? Does she feel like she can't trust me? Pasco felt his chest and groin grow tight at the thought. I should show her that she can rely on me. That she can be comfortable around me. I'm her father, after all.

Making up his mind, he parted from the touch and stepped back. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Dad?" Carmona looked up at him with furrowed brows. Soon enough, she nodded hesitantly.

He smiled at her and began unbuckling his pants. If he showed her he trusted her, she'd trust him. Lead by example, as they always say. "Daddy's all hard right now, even though he shouldn't be. That's my secret." He let his pants fall to the ground as his expression settled into a kindly smile. Though his underwear concealed the full extent of his manhood, the way it strained against the briefs was an indication enough of its current state.

Pasco felt the slightest bit shameful at showing his daughter his hardened cock, but it was for a cause. He needed to show her she could trust him. Stepping out of his pants, he walked closer to her.

Carmona was still sitting down for dinner, so when he approached, her face was brought level to the bulging beast that her father had exposed. She could smell his sweat and arousal through the fabric. It nearly made her mouth water. It seemed the combination of arousal and common sense alteration was doing just enough to lead her father into a path of depravity where she awaited.

She inhaled deeply and gazed into her father's eyes, looking just a bit more at ease.

Pasco felt elated at the sight. She's feeling more comfortable! I should keep it up.

"Here's another secret..." He began to say, unbuttoning his dress shirt until the garment hung open. "...Daddy doesn't shave his chest hair either." True to his words, the man's dad-bod was crowned by a blanket of dark, curly hair. It was the faintest bit shiny from perspiration, and his nipples were ever so slightly hardened from arousal. "See? Daddy's getting all worked up. But don't tell anyone. This is between you and me. Because I trust you, baby."

Carmona rewarded his efforts with a gentle smile. "Oh, daddy..."

He smiled back, leaning on the table so he faced his daughter while she sat. "Can you trust daddy enough to tell him what's wrong? Or do you feel like you need to relax more?"

She put on an act of thinking before pursing her lips. "I-I...I need to relax more."

Pasco's heart ached. "Can I do anything to help?"

This time, Carmona's thinking time was twice that of earlier. She was clearly debating heavily over what to say next. Her features cycled from contemplative to aggrieved, then finally...bashfulness. "Y-yes, but you have to promise you won't judge me for it."

Her father only laughed, spreading his arms wide to showcase his nearly-nude form. "Are you judging me for this?"

She shook her head.

"Then I guarantee that I won't judge you."

That seemed to settle Carmona's internal struggle. It was all an act of course, but she found it sexy, playing a part for her father who didn't know better. She then cleared her throat, averting her eyes. "T-then...can you help me by massaging my chest?"

She said it in such a small voice that despite the obscene nature of the request, Pasco's first reaction was pity more than anything else. The next was a visceral twitch of his cock. There was also shame, but overpowering it was arousal.

"I-it's a thing I do to calm down. I find that it's a therapeutic feeling, having my breasts kneaded." Carmona added on, looking more embarrassed. Pasco didn't have the heart to call her out on how perverse it was.

Instead, he nodded and reached out. Before he could go to her though, Carmona shook her head and stood up. With her back to him, leaned against his frame and very nearly sat on his lap. He had to move backwards on the table to make room for her. Despite this, he understood the logic of the action. This way, he could touch her more easily.

The moment his palms sunk into the soft mounds, his dick was set ablaze in forbidden desire. It was a softness like no other, pliable in his wanton touch. He tried to tell himself he was just helping her relax, and this was nothing more than an altruistic act of a father who wanted his daughter to feel more at ease. But he couldn't deny the feelings she stirred in him. Her scent took over his mind along with the way her flesh gave into his roaming hand. Without thinking, he pinched her nipples and inhaled.

"D-daddy--" Carmona moaned.

The sound should have been enough of a sign for him to put a stop to things, but he was so goddamn horny that the only thoughts that mattered were those that could satisfy him. Pasco's dick pressed against her ass, throbbing. He wanted to feel how soft his daughter was inside as well.

If fucking her helped her relax and showed her she could trust him, it was fine, right? It was for a cause.

"Baby..." He said through labored breaths. "H-how...how are you feeling?"

She gasped, letting a sound of pleasure escape her kissable lips. God, he wanted to bite them. "I'm...it's no use, daddy. I feel more restless now. I need more than a massage to relax!"

Pasco's cock grew, and this time, he didn't stop his hips from undulating ever so slightly so he could feel the friction of his hardness against her ass. "Is that...is that so?" He grunted between each movement. "Well, daddy can help you with that. I know just...the thing to help you relax. You trust daddy, right?"

Carmona grinned and tilted her head up to look at the man behind her. "Yes."

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Chapter 3

Her confirmation was all Pasco needed to proceed. He sunk his face into the crook of her neck and kissed her once before pushing himself off the table to enact his plan. Using what momentum he had from the motion, he scooped her into a bridal carry and began walking to the living room. On the way, he couldn't resist peppering her with small kisses atop her forehead, on her cheek-even one or two on her nipples.

This is wrong.

But he didn't stop, not until he set his daughter down on the sofa at least. Even then, the words that came from his mouth directly contradicted the shame gnawing at his stomach. "Undress for daddy. I showed you my secret. Now, can you be a darling and show me yours?"

It's just to build trust. It's just to show her we can be comfy with each other.

Carmona looked bashful, but slowly, she obliged. She lifted her shirt off her body and kicked off her jeans, facing her father clad only in her bra and panties. She remembered they weren't anything flattering, but by the power of this new world's logic, they had somehow changed into something more sensual: a lacy pair of black lingerie.

Evidently, her father liked what he saw, cock twitching within the confines of his own underwear.

He waited a beat, but when he realized she wasn't going to take it all off, he was hit by a sudden realization. He had to lead by example like earlier! Smiling sagely, Pasco grabbed hold of his briefs and pulled them downwards, letting his manhood spring forth unobstructed. It had already been hard and throbbing since earlier, so it stood erect in all its glory.

Carmona almost drooled. She was horny as fuck.

She shook herself from the lustful trance and began unclasping her bra. Her teardrop tits spilled from the supports, nipples taut as she faced her father.

"Now, baby..." Pasco spoke after the silence that came with the demonstration. "If massaging you on the outside didn't work, daddy can massage you on the inside. Would you like that?"

She was staring at his cock when she answered. "L-like sex?"

Ice-cold regret doused Pasco's lust as she said that. He hurried to deny it. "No! Not sex. We can't have sex as father and daughter. That's...not right." But as his gaze was captured by the womanly allure of his daughter's body, he found his words growing weaker and the fire in his groin reignited. He licked his lips. "What we'll be doing isn't sex. It's a nice...massage. Yes. That's what it is." He didn't know if he was convincing her or himself. "We're just bonding. I'm just helping you."

Carmona didn't seem to mind at least. She smiled and leaned back on the sofa, legs spread as one of her hands pushed her panties to one side. "Then...thank you for the help, daddy. You don't have to do this, but I'm glad you are."

The scent of her sopping wet cunt made Pasco's throat run dry. He wanted to bury himself in between her legs and drink her up.

But no. That'd be going too far. What he needed to do was a simple, innocent massage.

He stepped closer to his daughter and placed a palm on her knees both to steady himself and to allow easier access to her hole. With her panties held to the side, he had no problem aligning his manhood to the entrance of her pussy. The slick built up was hot against his already heated member. He was in a trance as he rubbed the tip up and down her messy lips.

"Ready to feel good, baby?"

Carmona nodded, and with that, he thrust.

She took him in with ease. Her entrance parted and swallowed his cock until its entirety was enveloped by her waiting walls. It was warm and textured in the way all pussies were, but something about Carmona's gave him a satisfaction he could only gasp about. Was it her tightness? Her heat? He almost ejaculated on the spot, but he held back for the sake of his daughter. It wouldn't do for her to get pregnant from a massage.