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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 64.

Chapter 64.

    Chapter 64.<h4>Chapter 64. Executing Operation, Codename: Date, Morning (4/4)</h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">We headed over to it and entered inside, the two of us. There was only enough for one person to sit down though. I sat down first while Rosa sat down sideways on myp like it was only natural that she sat there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It would be a bit hard to y like this, don’t you think?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… it should be fine I guess. I’ll go first. You can go after me. Just pay attention to the controls.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I inserted a coin then selected a mission to y. A gust of wind blew against us as the screen around us threw us into space where a bunch of targets came into view popping up one by one.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As this was a shooter, my skills from the games I was most familiar with transferred over well. It was an area I excelled at. Predicting and anticipating, moving with pinpoint uracy, then pulling the trigger.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My area of expertise was first-person shooters. It was a world I’d once thrived and immersed myself in. I’d reached a rather deep realm in the world of FPS, even now, it was something permanently engraved in the back of my mind. It was a feeling, a sensation I’d never forget.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My eyes quickly scanned the screen and found the most optimal pathing to move the joystick and eliminate each enemy from my sight. My hands moved rapidly as the crosshairs flew around the screen in conjunction with the controls I input. I lined up each shot with pinpoint uracy and pulled the trigger with deadly precision. Not a single enemy escaped alive once they entered my line of sight, nor was a single shot wasted. Every shot I took hit the target dead on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sunk into a state I hadn’t been in for a long time. I forgot about the world around me. Rosa’s weight on myp disappeared. She hadn’t stood up, I just couldn’t feel it anymore.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t need to think, I simply needed to point, pull the trigger, and shoot. Movement of the ship was limited, minimal at best. That’s all there was. Me and the enemies before me in outer space. One by one, their ships exploded before my eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">One. Two. Three... Twenty-six enemiester, I blew up the Death Star and it was over. It had been far shorter than I expected. It was honestly a bit sad. It could have done with a lot more enemy ships in my opinion. I’d somehow gotten the first ce score which was unexpected.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wow! That was pretty impressive. Are you good at these types of shooting games?” Rosa suddenly asked me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh, a bit I guess. I’m not that great though, there are a lot of people far better at these sorts of things.” Also, this game was just way too simple-minded and easy. There was no real depth or meat to it. It felt bare bones. I honestly felt a bit ripped off. There were a few more missions but I could only imagine they’d end up being the same, a disappointment. As such, I decided to let Rosaplete the rest of the very limited number of missions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can take the next one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I let her sit down facing the parabolic screen straight on by adjusting my posture on the seat so she could fitfortably between my legs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I ced my hands on top of hers and started the second mission with her. Seeing how simplistic and easy the game was, there wasn’t much need to try so hard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll help you a bit for the controls the first time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mm… yeah, sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">With our hands ovepping with interlocked fingers and our bodies glued together, I had an epiphany. A great one at that. The person who designed this was actually a bloody genius. This shit mediocre game was a cover for a private enclosed space where a couple could be intimate together in such close proximity while inside the arcade.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And the air that it sted, it was not for immersion at all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The thruster which seemed to bepletely and utterly useless at first nce was what blew the wind. It didn’t seem to actually speed up your ship at all. The only thing it did was make it visually appear you were going faster with wind appearing adding such an illusion. I’d been curious about that useless feature from the start.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The air was for cirction. I pushed on the thrust and let the wind blow while we continued shooting the enemy ships down. Her hair would move gently and bush against my face and arms while the wind blew.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her scent easily spread inside the enclosed space. Ah, yes, the man who made it truly was a hidden genius. The world had surely overlooked such a brilliant mind that could give even Einstein a run for his money. Whoever you are, creator of this game, I thank you for such a pleasant experience.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Eventually, the two of us forgot we were even ying a game. We quietly flirted inside while blowing up the stupid enemies on screen. If this was reality and the enemy ships knew of this they’d surely cough up blood and cry tears of blood.


    <span style="font-weight:400">How dare they start making out during a battle to the death.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yes, I’d started to kiss the back of her neck. I released the thrust and wrapped my left arm around her waist.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Jeez, is this supposed to be part of the game?” She giggled and asked me bashfully.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, it seems it’s the creator’s secret gift to the world.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a short two and half minutes, we’dpleted the second mission and protected some ship or something. I couldn’t be bothered to care. The mood between us was pretty good at the moment. We started the next mission, but it seems she wasn’t particrly interested in what was going on in the game anymore. I still kept my eyes on the screen and yed with one hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She turned around and straddled across my waist. Quickly locking me down. She kissed under my neck before she moved up. Her head tilted to one side, allowing me to see enough of the screen to kill the enemies while she invasively slipped her tongue between my lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This feeling was far differentpared to when we were inside her ce. We were out and about in a public ce doing this sort of thing. The thrill of it was what made it a refreshing sort of experience. The thrill brought from potentially being caught red-handed in the act was exquisite. The idea that we were doing something we shouldn’t be doing. The wrong time and ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But nevertheless, we shamelessly did it anyway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">By the fourth mission, her hands had slipped under my shirt. The smooth sensation of her skin in contact with mine. A scent of danger wafted about in the air.


    <span style="font-weight:400">By the fifth and final mission, our breaths were heated. Wherever she touched felt like it was burning up. We were panting. Our hearts had been beating much faster than normal, leaving us in this sort of condition.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was only when I defeated whatever the final boss was supposed to be, Darth so and so, did Rosa pull back. I’d nearly died in thatst battle because I felt light-headed and wasn’t able to focus very well on the game by that point.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It seems you somehow made it while ying on the highest difficulty level where you’re supposed to make out with your girlfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Truly, I never expected there would be a hidden difficulty level to this game. I wonder if anyone else has ever discovered it before now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">If someone yed this game normally it was certainly a breeze, but if they yed it like this, it was much more difficult. I could only imagine single people writing scathing reviews for this game. It’s like paying $2 for every 2 and a half minutes to make out in public without anyone seeing. In a way, it sort of felt like the money was worth it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This might be my favorite game so far.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’ve only yed three so far, you know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Still. It will definitely rank up there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, let’s try out some more then.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, sure. I hope there are some more like this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I doubt it. The person who made this game is a God for being able to deceive arcade owners into installing such a thing without realizing its true intended purpose.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Certainly. It’s too bad we didn’t try the even harder secret difficulty setting.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two of us exited the pod fully satisfied with the wonderful experience it had provided as she said that on our way out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean? What would be more difficult than what we just did?” I asked her since I seriously didn’t understand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t y dumb, you know exactly what I mean.” She moved close up to my ear and whispered softly, “Duh, s-e-x. What else would it be?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I heard her, my body stiffened up as I suddenly realized just how depraved my girlfriend truly was. She was several levels beyond me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As an author, I had a pretty wild and depraved imagination myself. I’d written all sorts of scenarios over the years. The one she’d just suggested yed out in my head and I couldn’t help but think… it’d probably be pretty damn hot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Shit, I might be able to use this in a future story. So far this date had honestly given me a pretty decent amount of reference material I could use in the future when writing stories.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My girlfriend was actually helpful in a lot of unexpected ways that she herself wasn’t even aware of. But sex in there… the idea alone left me a bit jittery.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was some straight-up top-tier H content. Hell, what if it was a real space battle even? Damn… Luke Skyfucker. Look sky fucker. Look sky fuck her. I could just imagine a stormtrooper pointing at his spaceship in the air and saying his name in an overly dramatic manner while he did the deed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pfft.” Ah, I slipped up a bit when I thought of the protagonist''s name and scenario.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I ended up crouching down and holding my abdomen as I tried to hold down myughter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?” Rosa bent down by my side and asked me worriedly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Luke... Skyfucker…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she heard the name I said, she covered her mouth and did her best not tough too.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Youugh, you lose.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It took a while before we could stand up with a straight face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa looked like she was ready to burst out into tears by the time we calmed down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can’t ever say that name again,” she said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Agreed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think I’ll seriously die if I hear someone utter that name in the future.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Same.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It seems we’re both pretty dirty-minded.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It seems so.”
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