One of the worst kinds of garbage in humanity, in Karl's opinion, were those who enjoyed NTR. That specific subgenre of hentai centered on stealing and sleeping with another man's girlfriend. Karl proudly counted himself among them.
He drew the line at rape and other depraved acts, though. Those held no appeal for him.
"You will now be sent to another world where your only purpose is to wreak havoc."
A hooded man spoke. He wore a plain brown hood that covered his entire body. The opening where a face should have been held only pitch-black darkness.
Karl floated in an endless void of black. Nothing existed except himself and the hooded figure.
"But who are you?" Karl asked.
He felt excited. The idea of a destructive journey in another world was one of his biggest fantasies. Becoming something like a demon king had always appealed to him. He was deeply curious about this being and why it would grant him power.
"Who I am should not matter to you," the figure replied in a deep, masculine, commanding voice that made Karl feel both motivated and small. "Your only purpose is to cause destruction wherever I drop you."
"But why me?"
"You were not chosen specially. I pick random souls from the void and infuse them with my aura. If they can absorb it, they grow strong. If not, their souls simply burst."
Karl felt a jolt. He could have died. His survival was pure luck. Being chosen by such a dark entity made him feel favored by fate.
"Send me in already."
Karl could barely contain his excitement. He kept imagining the fun he would have with his future playthings.
"You seem too excited."
"Well, yeah. It's always been one of my dreams to become something like a demon king. But before I go, can you tell me what you mean by destruction?"
"Greed, Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Pride, Gluttony, and Envy. Your powers stem from these at their core. Instigate them in the world to gain more strength. That is all I want from you."
"How do I use my powers?"
"I have no more time to waste."
The figure waved his hand once. Karl fainted.
When Karl woke, he lay on a bed in an unfamiliar house. The room looked medieval, nothing like modern architecture. He checked his hands immediately, expecting claws or some combat-ready change. They looked the same. These were still the hands he used to pleasure himself.
He remembered jerking off in random places. Once, on a packed train with no room to move, he had managed to finish without anyone noticing. Or if they did notice, no one reacted. Being watched while doing something sexual had always excited him. That thrill had helped spark his NTR obsession.
He got off the bed and walked to the adjacent window. The bed creaked loudly, but he ignored it.
Outside looked like a quiet village. A nice starting point, he thought.
When he gripped the windowsill to lean closer, he noticed he had cracked the wooden frame slightly.
So this is the strength that entity mentioned. I need to learn to control it or I will end up breaking people's bones by accident.
He loosened his grip but kept holding the sill, testing his new force while scanning the surroundings.
How did I even get into this room?
His thoughts stopped when someone knocked on the door.
Knock. Knock.
Karl stayed silent, eyes fixed on the door.
Knock.
Knock.
The knocking continued.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I heard the bed creak, so I thought I would check on you."
A soft, feminine voice came through the door. It sounded like a young mother's voice. Karl did not reply at first. He wondered whether they would understand English, the only language he knew.
To his surprise, he understood her perfectly. He could even speak the language. It was not English, yet the words felt natural. After meeting that entity and being sent to another world, this barely registered as strange.
"Please come in," Karl said.
He quickly sat on the side of the bed facing the door.
A woman who looked no older than thirty-eight entered. She had brown hair that reached her chest and matching brown eyes. Her gaze felt warm and maternal. She walked over and stood directly in front of him. Up close, Karl could see her breasts clearly. They were neither large nor small.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
A blue screen appeared in front of Karl's vision like a rectangular status window.
Name: Unknown
Motivations: To give her daughter an amazing life
Fantasy: Likes to be dominated and ordered around, slave play
History: N/A
So this is one of my abilities. The powers were probably meant to manifest as psychic intuition, letting me sense desires. But they adapted to me and turned into a system menu instead.
"You don't seem okay. You should get some sleep," she said gently.
Karl snapped out of his daze. To her, it must have looked like he was staring blankly.
"It's okay. I think I'm fine now."
She let out a long sigh of relief, as though a weight had lifted from her shoulders.
She sat beside him on the bed and asked, "Do you remember how you ended up unconscious on the footpath near our house?"