I probably shouldn't have been here. Honestly, who in their right mind sneaks into the girls' locker room during gym period? Of course. Me, the shameless panty-snifer.
Eighteen years of bad decisions and terrible timing had brought me here. Heart hammering, stomach doing flips, and not gonna lie, my body was very much aware that I wasn't supposed to be standing here, sniffing kathie's skirt.
"You idiot," I muttered under my breath, crouched behind a row of lockers. "Just get the hell out before someone sees you."
But how can i leave without this. a smirk found its way to my face as i curled my hand around the gray skirt, bringing it to my face, i took a sniff, Ah! it smelled like roses and jasemine, it was Katherine's. I could tell it by the whiff of the perfume she always wore.
Of course, my timing sucked, because just as I started to inch toward the exit, the universe decided I had overstayed my welcome. One slippery step on the damp floor, a loud thud, and darkness.
I thought I was dead, my body was limp.
And then, oh well, surprise, I wasn't.
I woke up in a place that looked like someone had fused a palace with a luxury hotel. Marble floors gleamed under chandeliers that looked like they were stolen from some anime villain's mansion. Velvet drapes brushed against the ground, golden sunlight spilling through the windows in thick, warm stripes. And the smell… vanilla, lavender, and something else. My stomach rumbled. Probably not from hunger.
"Finally awake," said a voice that dripped amusement, silky and mocking at the same time.
I sat up, squinting. Nobody there. Then, like a light show in a bad dream, golden letters floated in the air in front of me:
[Welcome to the Lustbound System]
I blinked. Twice. Maybe thrice.
"What the hell…" I muttered. My voice came out hoarse. My hands flexed instinctively, and I caught sight of my new reflection in a gilded mirror. Tall, lean, hair black as midnight, body toned but not ridiculous, eyes sharper than I remembered mine ever being. Damn. I was handsome.
"Look at you," a figure said, materializing above the floating text. A woman, glowing, ethereal, and just, yes. All the yes. Tall, a perfect ass, long silver hair cascading over her shoulders. If angels and succubi had a love child, this would be it.
"I am the Goddess of Desire," she said. "And you, my dear boy, were far too useless in your previous life."
I propped myself on one elbow, smirking, immediately sizing her up. "Useless? Buddy, I got killed hiding from a teacher in the girls' locker room. That's a full-time achievement, for someone who's the goddess of desire, you should appreciate me, I gave my life, following my desires."
She tilted her head, amused. "Exactly. And now you get a second chance. One where your survival, strength, and skills depend on… well… the same thing you couldn't achieve in your pathetic life, satisfying women. Consensually, of course. Fail, and you weaken. Fail repeatedly, and you cease to exist."
I grinned, flexing my fingers experimentally. "So… my life literally depends on getting laid? Honestly, doesn't souns too bad"
"Yes," she purred. "And so your journey begins. This world rewards charm, desire, and wit. The more bonds you form, emotionally and physically, the stronger you will become. Every failure is… painful."
I licked my lips, standing fully to stretch in my new body. Wow. Yeah. I could do this. Hell yes, I could do this.
"And if you even think of non consensual" Her eyes glowed with fire.
i swallowed hard, I was a pervert, not a sex offender.
[System Tutorial Activated]
[Bond with Female NPC → +5 Charisma]
[First Kiss → +2 Strength]
[First Orgasm—(REDACTED)]
I coughed. "This system really doesn't waste words, does it?"
She floated closer, arms crossed in mock disapproval. "Stop ogling me. Your first mission is near. Your residence, the Landlady's Mansion. She is strict and cautious, but low resistant to temptation... especially by young men. You must charm her. Tease her. Earn her consent to stay. Failure here will cost you."
I grinned like the idiot I was. "Oh, I like a challenge. Strict rules? That's basically a green light."
The world blurred for a second, and suddenly I was standing in front of a tall, elegant woman her arms crossed, posture perfect, gaze sharp enough to kill. Celine Morvant, my landlady. And oh, I was very aware of how close I was to her as I bowed. The tight cut of her dress, the faint scent of roses and sandalwood, yeah, my body noticed too.
"You must be the new tenant," she said, voice smooth but firm.
"Yes," I said, flashing a smile. "And I hear you have… very strict rules."
She frowned. "Rules are rules. Do not cause trouble."
I stepped slightly closer, letting the faintest hint of my fingers brush the edge of her sleeve. Not too much. Just enough. "I wouldn't dream of it… unless you want me to."
Her eyebrows shot up. That tiny spark of surprise made my chest tighten with satisfaction. My pulse spiked; the tiniest tingle of lust bloomed in my stomach... or somewhere else. And good lord, I was hardly holding back my reaction.
Relax, idiot, I told myself, internally. Play it cool. Charm her, tease her, don't freak out in front of the landlady.
Her gaze flicked to me, scanning, measuring. She didn't move away. And that was an invitation to my shameless brain.
"Rules are… flexible, I hope," I murmured, leaning just slightly closer, my voice low enough that she could feel it vibrate in her chest. "For the right tenant, of course."
She blinked. One slow, deliberate blink. My internal monologue went berserk. Oh, yeah. She noticed. She noticed how hot I am. Or maybe she's just annoyed. Either way, I win.
[Quest Available: Seduce Landlady Celine — Difficulty: Moderate | Reward: Secure Residence + Initial Skill Boost]
I exhaled slowly, trying to focus. Step one, I thought. Secure a place to live. Step two, do whatever the system tells me. Step three… profit, obviously.
Inside my pants, my cock pulsed with excitement, my body alive with anticipation. The thought of slowly teasing her, earning her trust, then pushing boundaries, hell yeah, this has to be heaven.
That's the Ren Sato the Goddess of Desire wanted.
That's the Ren Sato who was going to survive and thrive this life.
I flexed a hand, brushing the back of my neck nervously. Play it calm. Play it smart. And holy hell… play it horny.
The landlady didn't leave. She didn't scold me. She just crossed her arms tighter and fixed me with a sharp gaze. that was a signal to a pervert like me,That tiny flicker of hesitation. that hesitation was my playground.