Hoshimi Miyabi | Zenless Zone Zero - Fanart

The neon glow of New Eridu, usually a vibrant tapestry of advertisements and bustling crowds, seemed to soften tonight, casting a warm, inviting light into the cozy confines of Miyabi's modest apartment. Rain pattered against the windows, a gentle rhythm that lulled the city into a hushed embrace. Miyabi, her lithe form draped in an oversized, plush bathrobe that barely contained her generous curves, sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, a half-finished mug of herbal tea steaming beside her. The day's work at the agency had been particularly draining, a relentless stream of anomaly investigations and client demands, but now, in the quiet solitude of her home, a different kind of anticipation bloomed within her.

She traced the rim of her mug, her mind drifting to the recent influx of data regarding a peculiar new game that had swept through the city's underground scene. It was an immersive virtual reality experience, whispered about in hushed tones, promising a level of realism that blurred the lines between fantasy and reality. The rumors spoke of intricate mechanics, a captivating narrative, and, most enticingly, the potential for profound personal connection within its digital world. Miyabi, ever curious and a bit of a thrill-seeker, had acquired a rare, early access code through… unconventional channels. Tonight was the night she’d finally delve into it.

A soft knock echoed through the apartment, a gentle interruption to the rhythmic drumming of the rain. Miyabi blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing her usually stoic features. She wasn't expecting anyone. Pushing herself up, she padded silently to the door, her bare feet whispering against the polished wood. As she opened it, a silhouette stood framed against the dim hallway light. It was Eridan, her… complicated, yet undeniably magnetic, partner. He was a constant in her life, a shadow that both challenged and soothed her. Tonight, he was dressed impeccably, a rare sight outside of official agency functions, a crisp, dark suit that hinted at a night planned with intention.

“Miyabi,” Eridan’s voice, a low, resonant rumble, filled the space between them. He held a small, elegantly wrapped box, its contents a mystery. “I was hoping to find you,” he continued, his gaze sweeping over her, lingering just a moment too long on the alluring swell of her chest peeking from the open robe. “I have a proposition for you.”

Miyabi’s tail, usually tucked neatly away beneath her clothes, twitched ever so slightly behind her. Her cat ears, a sensitive barometer of her emotions, perked up, catching the subtle nuances in his tone. A slow smile curved her lips. “A proposition, Eridan? You’re usually more direct than this.” She stepped aside, inviting him in. The scent of ozone and rain clung to him, a stark contrast to the warm, floral scent of her apartment. He stepped inside, his presence filling the room with an almost palpable energy. As he moved past her, his hand brushed against her arm, sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

“This is… different,” Eridan said, his eyes locking with hers. He presented the box. “A gift. For a special occasion.” He paused, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Or perhaps, for the occasion we’re about to create.”

Miyabi accepted the box, her fingers brushing his. The touch was electric, a familiar spark that never failed to ignite a quiet fire within her. Inside, nestled on a bed of satin, was a sleek, black headset, its design minimalist and futuristic, promising an unparalleled VR experience. Beside it lay a pair of delicate, sheer black stockings, their seams running like silken threads up the length of her legs. “A game?” she murmured, her voice laced with a growing excitement. “You know about my interest in this new… simulation?”

Eridan chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. “I know many things about you, Miyabi. And I know you’ve been looking for a way to… escape. To explore.” He stepped closer, his gaze intense. “This game, it’s not just a simulation. It’s an invitation. An invitation to a world where we can be… whoever we want to be. And I have a particular scenario in mind for us.”

The romantic tension in the air thickened, a sweet, intoxicating perfume. Miyabi’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew that look in Eridan’s eyes. It was a look that promised adventure, pleasure, and a surrender to the unspoken desires that had long simmered between them. She slipped off the robe, letting it pool at her feet, revealing the delicate lace of her bra and the generous curves of her breasts. Her tail gave an excited flick. “And what scenario is that, Eridan?” she purred, her voice a low, husky invitation.

“Tonight,” he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you will be my student. And I, your professor. In a world where knowledge is not only power, but pleasure.” He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, then dipping lower, to the delicate curve of her neck. “A world where your curiosity will be rewarded, and your desires… fully indulged.”

Miyabi met his gaze, a thrill coursing through her. The idea of Eridan as her professor, a figure of authority and knowledge, held a potent allure. She had always admired his sharp intellect, his commanding presence. And the thought of him guiding her, teaching her… in a virtual world where boundaries could be pushed, was incredibly arousing. She took the stockings from the box, her fingers lingering on the sheer fabric. The anticipation was building, a delicious ache in her lower belly. “Lead the way, professor,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. She stepped into the stockings, the silk gliding sensuously over her skin, hugging her thighs and calves. She pulled them up, her movements deliberate, enjoying the way they accentuated the curves of her legs and the swell of her ass. The thought of Eridan watching her, his gaze burning, made her own body tingle.

Together, they set up the VR rig. The apartment, once a sanctuary of quiet solitude, was now charged with an electrifying energy. Miyabi donned the headset, the world around her dissolving into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and swirling patterns. Eridan, already connected, guided her through the initial setup, his voice a soothing balm in her ears. When the visual finally coalesced, Miyabi found herself standing in a grand, opulent library, bathed in the soft, warm glow of an unseen fireplace. Books lined the towering walls, their spines etched with ancient, arcane symbols. Eridan, now clad in a distinguished tweed jacket and a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles, stood before her, his demeanor exuding an air of scholarly gravitas. He had even donned a pair of subtle, almost imperceptible, cat ears that mirrored hers, a playful nod to their shared nature.

“Welcome, Hoshimi,” Eridan said, his voice now tinged with a gentle authority. “To the Academy of Sensual Sciences. I am your tutor, Professor Alistair.” He gestured around them. “Your education begins now. And as a good student, you understand the importance of observation, of absorbing every detail.” He stepped closer, his eyes twinkling. “And tonight, we will be focusing on the practical application of… advanced principles.”

Miyabi’s tail gave an involuntary swish. The scent of old parchment and a hint of something subtly floral filled the air. She felt a blush creep up her neck. “And what are these… advanced principles, Professor?” she asked, her voice a little breathy. Her ears twitched, trying to catch every subtle shift in his tone, every hint of amusement or desire.

“Patience, my dear Hoshimi,” Eridan replied, his gaze sweeping over her. He took in her form, the way her ample breasts strained against her simple, yet revealing, virtual attire—a short, pleated skirt that barely covered her generous ass, paired with a fitted top that clung to her voluptuous figure. He noticed the subtle bulge of her breasts, the plumpness of her curves, the way her tail swayed with an innocent, yet suggestive, rhythm. “We begin with the fundamentals. The art of understanding… desire. Yours, and mine.”

He moved behind her, his presence a warm, exhilarating pressure. His hands gently cupped her shoulders, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. “Tell me, Hoshimi,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against her ear, making her shiver. “What do you see when you look at me?”

Miyabi turned, her tail swishing with nervous energy. Her large breasts shifted, catching Eridan’s attention. She saw the dark, alluring depths of his eyes, the sharp, intelligent lines of his face, softened by the gentle glow of the virtual library. She saw a man who was both formidable and incredibly desirable. “I… I see a very knowledgeable man, Professor,” she managed, her voice a little shaky. “And someone… who knows how to inspire curiosity.”

Eridan’s smile widened, a slow, predatory curve. “Good. Curiosity is the first step. Now, the next lesson. The importance of trust. And surrender.” He guided her to a plush armchair by the fireplace. “Sit, Hoshimi. Relax. Let the anxieties of the outside world melt away.”

As she sat, the short skirt rode up her thighs, offering Eridan a tantalizing glimpse of the smooth, stocking-clad skin stretching up towards her hidden treasures. He knelt before her, his gaze fixed on her legs. His hands, warm and firm, began to massage her calves, working their way upwards, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. “The skin is a canvas,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the seam of her stocking. “And these, the perfect frame.” His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her gasp. Her tail curled around his wrist, a sign of her growing arousal.

“Professor…” she breathed, her voice a low murmur. Her large breasts heaved with anticipation. Eridan looked up, his eyes dark with desire. “Yes, Hoshimi?” he asked, his voice roughened. “Are you learning?”

“I am,” she admitted, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as his thumb brushed the sensitive underside of her knee. The nylon of her stockings felt incredibly smooth and sensual against his rougher, virtual skin. He continued his ministrations, his hands working their way higher, deliberately teasing the edges of her skirt. Miyabi’s breath hitched as his fingers grazed the lace of her panties. Her tail whipped back and forth, a frantic beacon of her escalating desire.

“And what do you feel, Hoshimi?” Eridan’s voice was a deep rumble, a seductive caress against her skin. He moved his hands to the hem of her skirt, his touch feather-light. “Beyond curiosity?”

“I… I feel… a warmth,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “A tingling… deep inside.” Her large, full breasts pulsed with need. “It’s… distracting.”

Eridan chuckled, a sound of pure satisfaction. He rose to his feet and gently pulled her up, his hands now resting on her hips, pulling her flush against him. The fabric of his suit jacket was a stark contrast to the bare skin of her midriff. “Distraction can be a powerful teacher, Hoshimi. Especially when it leads to… revelation.” He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me, what is it that you desire most right now?”

Miyabi’s tail coiled around his leg. Her large, heavy breasts pressed against his chest. “I desire… to learn more,” she whispered, her voice almost a plea. “To understand… these feelings.” Her ears flattened slightly against her head, a sign of her vulnerability and burgeoning passion.

Eridan’s smile was predatory. He unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a crisp white shirt that still managed to hint at the sculpted physique beneath. His gaze dropped to her breasts, then to her skirt. “Then let us proceed with the next phase of your education.” He gently tugged at the hem of her skirt, drawing it upwards, inch by tantalizing inch. Miyabi instinctively spread her legs slightly, her stockings shimmering under the virtual light. The fabric of her panties became visible, a delicate lace barrier. Eridan’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband, his touch electrifying. He traced the outline of her curves, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Miyabi gasped, arching her back as his fingers found their way to her clit, already throbbing with need. Her tail lashed out, coiling around his arm in a desperate embrace. The sensation was almost too much to bear. Her large breasts bounced with her movements. “Professor…” she moaned, her voice a desperate cry.

“Yes, Hoshimi?” Eridan’s voice was a low growl, his eyes burning with a primal fire. “Is the lesson proving… effective?” He pushed his fingers deeper, stroking her through the lace. Miyabi whimpered, her vision blurring. Her tail thrashed wildly. “You’re so… responsive,” he murmured, his voice laced with a deep pleasure. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her earlobe. “Tell me what you want, Hoshimi. Say it.”

“I want… more,” she breathed, her voice choked with passion. “I want you… to teach me everything.” Her ears twitched with the intensity of her feelings. Her tail coiled tighter around his arm, a silent testament to her unbridled desire.

Eridan pulled his hand away, leaving her aching and breathless. He stood, his eyes locking with hers. “Then let us begin the practical examination.” He reached out and gently unbuttoned the top button of her fitted shirt, revealing the swell of her large, impossibly full breasts. He continued, unbuttoning his own shirt, his chest muscles rippling as he moved. The library, once a quiet haven of knowledge, now pulsed with a raw, undeniable lust. He slipped off his jacket, then his shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted physique. Miyabi’s tail gave an excited flick, her ears perked up. She watched, mesmerized, as he unbuttoned his trousers, his hard cock straining against the fabric. He then reached for her skirt, pulling it up further, exposing the entirety of her stocking-clad legs, her plump, rounded ass encased in delicate lace.

He knelt before her again, his gaze intense. “Your assignment, Hoshimi, is to explore the depths of your own pleasure. And I will be your guide.” He gently unfastened her bra, allowing her large breasts to spill forth, their rosy nipples hardening under his gaze. He took one of her breasts into his mouth, suckling with a deep, possessive hunger. Miyabi cried out, her body arching against him. Her tail wrapped around his head, pulling him closer. “Oh, Professor…” she moaned, her voice a ragged plea. Her ears were pressed flat against her head in pure bliss. She felt a primal urge to push her ass back, to meet his mouth, to feel his tongue swirl around her hardening nipple. His tongue was rough and wet, teasing and caressing, sending shivers of pure ecstasy through her entire body. She gripped the arms of the chair, her knuckles white, her large breasts jiggling with every stroke of his tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, intoxicating.

He moved from one breast to the other, his ministrations both tender and demanding. Miyabi’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her tail was now wrapped around his neck, her ears twitching with every thrust of his tongue. “Professor… please…” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. She wanted more. She wanted him inside her.

Eridan finally pulled away, his lips stained with her essence. His eyes, dark and smoldering, met hers. “Patience, my dear Hoshimi. We are just beginning.” He reached down, his fingers finding the lace of her panties once more. This time, there was no hesitation. He slipped his fingers underneath, finding her slick, swollen clit. He began to stroke, his touch firm and deliberate. Miyabi moaned, her body arching into his touch. Her tail thrashed wildly. Her ears twitched uncontrollably. “Oh, yes…” she gasped. “Professor… that’s it…”

He continued to tease and torment, his fingers expertly finding her G-spot, pressing and swirling. Miyabi cried out, her body convulsing. She felt the tremors of an impending climax building within her. Her large breasts bounced with each undulation of her hips. Her tail coiled and uncoiled frantically. “I’m… I’m going to…” she stammered, her voice laced with pure pleasure.

Eridan leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Then let go, Hoshimi. Surrender to the lesson.”

And she did. With a guttural cry, Miyabi convulsed, her body arching against Eridan’s hands, waves of pure bliss washing over her. Her tail lashed out, a wild, ecstatic arc. Her ears flattened against her head in the throes of her orgasm. Her large breasts quivered, and she let out a long, shuddering moan. Eridan held her, his fingers stroking her G-spot, prolonging her pleasure until the very last tremor subsided.

When she finally calmed, her body spent and sated, Eridan gently pulled her panties down, revealing the full glory of her large ass and the smooth, flawless skin of her thighs, still clad in the sheer stockings. He then slowly, deliberately, pushed down her short skirt, revealing her smooth, bare thighs beneath. Miyabi, still breathless, looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of pleasure and awe. Her tail gave a soft, contented swish. Her ears drooped slightly, a sign of her utter exhaustion and satisfaction.

“You learn quickly, Hoshimi,” Eridan murmured, his voice filled with a deep satisfaction. He stood, his cock now hard and throbbing. “But our education is far from over.” He reached down and caressed her ass, his palm sliding over the smooth fabric of her panties. “Now,” he said, his voice low and husky, “it’s time for the next practical exercise. And this one is all about reciprocity.” He then gently reached down and pulled her up from the chair, guiding her to stand before him. Her skirt rode up her thighs, revealing the tantalizing expanse of stocking-clad legs and her plump, round ass. He then reached for her panties and slowly, deliberately, began to pull them down. Miyabi’s large breasts heaved with anticipation. Her tail twitched excitedly.

“Professor,” she whispered, her voice laced with a newfound boldness. “I believe I am ready for… advanced studies.”

Eridan’s eyes gleamed. He pulled her panties completely down, letting them fall to the floor, revealing her nakedness, her smooth skin, and the enticing curves of her ass and breasts. Her large breasts swayed invitingly. Her tail gave an excited flick. “Indeed,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping over her, lingering on her exposed cleavage and her perfectly round ass. He then reached down and his fingers brushed against her clit, making her gasp. “And I believe I am ready to… assess your progress.”

He then gently guided her to lie down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace. Miyabi obliged, her short skirt riding up her thighs, exposing her stocking-clad legs and the creamy expanse of her ass. Eridan followed, his body pressing down on hers, his hard cock already pressing against her. Miyabi’s ears perked up, and her tail wagged a little. Her large breasts were pressed against his chest, and she could feel his heart pounding. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, and she responded with equal passion. Her tail wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He then slid his hands down her body, his fingers caressing her thighs, then her ass. He teased the opening of her panties, then slipped his fingers inside, stroking her clit. Miyabi moaned, arching her back. Her large breasts jiggled with the movement. Her ears twitched with pleasure.

“Professor,” she panted, “I am ready for you.”

Eridan smirked. “Excellent. Now, my dear Hoshimi, it is time for the ultimate lesson.” He then slowly, deliberately, pushed his cock into her. Miyabi gasped as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him. Her tail lashed out, coiling around his neck. Her ears twitched with the intense sensation. Her large breasts bounced with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Oh, yes…” she moaned, her voice a ragged cry. “That’s it…”

They moved together, a rhythm born of deep desire and shared passion. The library, once a place of quiet study, was now a temple of their unleashed lust. Eridan’s thrusts became deeper, more powerful, each one sending Miyabi further into ecstasy. Her tail whipped back and forth, her ears flattened against her head in pure rapture. Her large breasts were a captivating sight, rising and falling with each passionate movement. “More, Professor…” she gasped, her voice choked with pleasure. “I want you to…”

He answered her plea with a series of powerful thrusts, his body moving in perfect synchronicity with hers. Miyabi cried out as she felt the familiar, building pressure within her. Her tail coiled and uncoiled, a frantic dance of pleasure. Her ears twitched uncontrollably. Her large breasts pulsed with each surge. “I’m… I’m coming!” she screamed, her voice raw with pleasure. She climaxed, her body arching violently, her tail lashing out, her ears pressed flat against her head in a paroxysm of pure ecstasy. Eridan followed moments later, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside her, groaning her name as he came.

Afterward, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, the virtual fireplace casting a warm, rosy glow. Miyabi, her tail curled contentedly around Eridan’s waist, sighed deeply. Her ears twitched softly. Her large breasts still heaved with the lingering effects of their shared passion. Eridan held her close, his lips brushing against her hair. “A truly exceptional lesson, Hoshimi,” he murmured, his voice filled with a deep, resonant satisfaction.

Miyabi purred, snuggling closer. “The best lesson I’ve ever had, Professor,” she whispered. “And I believe I’ve learned a great deal.” She shifted, her short skirt riding up her thighs, revealing the sheer stockings that still hugged her legs. Eridan’s gaze lingered on her, a slow smile spreading across his face. The game might be a simulation, but the passion they had shared was undeniably real. As the rain continued to patter against the windows of her real apartment, Miyabi felt a deep sense of contentment, a promise of more adventures, more lessons, and more of this exquisite, shared pleasure with Eridan.