"I'm locked up in prison?" The memories of my confinement came flooding back, and the video seemed to defy all logic.
Time itself appeared to be warped, accelerated to an incredible pace. I struggled to wrap my head around it, the speed so fast it was almost incomprehensible. Panic set in as I frantically clicked on the screen, desperate to regain control.
And then, a message flashed before my eyes: [Current playback speed: X500]. The words seemed to mock me, a cruel reminder of my helplessness in the face of this frenetic, runaway game.
As I sat there, my gaze drifted aimlessly for a moment before my fingers instinctively reached out to press the pause button. The video on the screen froze, suspending time within the digital realm.
My avatar, an eerily accurate representation of myself, stood motionless within the cold, unforgiving walls of the prison.
My curiosity piqued, I experimented with the playback speed, adjusting it to span an astonishing range – from a sluggish 1 to a blistering 10,000. The sheer scope of this feature left me intrigued, and I couldn't help but wonder about its potential applications.
A sudden realization dawned on me, and I murmured to myself, "...Ah! Even if I end the game, the avatar continues on my behalf." The thought sent a shiver down my spine, as if I had stumbled upon a hidden truth.
Eager to test the limits of this technology, I pressed the rewind button, and the video on the screen began to unravel, threads of time weaving backward into the fabric of the past.
However, my avatar's actions remained unchanged, stubbornly adhering to a predetermined script. It was then that I understood the true nature of this feature – a replay function, designed to relive moments, not alter them.
Next, I decided to test the mute button, and as I pressed it, the sudden absence of sound was jarring.
But then, a voice pierced the silence – the guard's yelling voice, a harsh, guttural sound that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Takahashi Aiko! Keep cleaning without stopping!" The words echoed through my mind, a haunting reminder of the unforgiving world within the screen.
A low, guttural sound escaped my lips, a mixture of confusion and surprise. "Huh?" I muttered, my brow furrowed in puzzlement.
The words that had caught my attention were Japanese, a language I had never consciously studied or learned.
Yet, as I listened to them, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if the sounds and syllables were somehow ingrained in my mind. It was as if I had been born with the ability to understand Japanese, and the words flowed into my consciousness with ease.
A memory flashed through my mind, a recollection of my time inside the adult video. I had navigated that virtual world with ease, conversing with the characters and understanding their language without any difficulty.
It was only now, in retrospect, that I realized the significance of that experience. I had never studied Japanese, yet I had somehow acquired the ability to comprehend it.
A sly grin spread across my face as I pondered the implications. "...A side effect of entering and exiting the dungeon game?" I mused, my voice barely above a whisper.
"No, it's not a side effect. I've mastered Japanese for free, so it's a huge gain." The more I thought about it, the more I realized the enormity of my discovery.
I had stumbled upon a hidden benefit, a secret advantage that would serve me well in the future.
With a flick of my wrist, I turned the mute back on, silencing the rough, gravelly voice of the man on the screen. I had no interest in listening to his coarse tones, and I was eager to explore the other features of this mysterious interface.
My fingers danced across the controls, searching for the time setting. Ah, there it was. I pressed the button, and a menu unfolded before me, offering a dizzying array of options.
One hour. One day. One week. One month. One year. Ten years, and so on.
The choices seemed endless, and I felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of exploring them all.
I chose one week, my finger hovering over the button before finally making contact. The video speed was forcibly set to X10,000, and then paused, frozen in time like a snapshot. I felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I had mastered this small aspect of the interface.
"…Indeed. I can see the time I want," I murmured, my voice filled with a sense of wonder. The possibilities seemed endless, and I was eager to explore them all.
As I rewound the video to the very beginning, I reached for my bowl of fried rice, savoring the salty flavors and crunchy texture.
It was a small pleasure, but one that brought me comfort as I delved deeper into the mysteries of this strange new world.
A vivid scene unfolded before my eyes, transporting me back to the moment I had first entered the world of the adult video. The avatar, a digital representation of myself, stood poised in front of a house, its walls a testament to the tranquility that lay within. I accelerated the playback speed to triple its original pace, my curiosity piqued.
The avatar sprang into action, its movements fluid and calculated.
With a swift dropkick, it took down an uncle who had been attempting to break into the house, the man's body crumpling to the ground.
The avatar then entered the house, its intentions far from pure. A married woman, Asahi, was its target, and the avatar assaulted her with a fervor that left me breathless.
A wry laugh escaped my lips as I watched the scene unfold. Even in 3D, Asahi's beauty was captivating, her allure impossible to resist. I felt a familiar stirring within me, a desire to claim her once more. My fingers instinctively reached for the controls, increasing the playback speed as I succumbed to my baser instincts.