Everything was a blur.
My brain felt like someone had put it through a mana extractor and poured the leftovers back into my skull.
I hadn't slept; I didn't even blink.
Every time I closed my eyes, code shimmered on the inside of my eyelids like a taunting screensaver.
"Alright," I said to the ceiling mold, which was my new emotional support organism. "Let's negotiate, shall we?"
There was silence at first, then that faint hum again, like the whole apartment block was breathing in sync with my bad decisions.
I rubbed my temples. There had to be a way to use this thing without… whatever it wants.
"System," I said carefully, "you got, like, a help menu or something? Or maybe a— I dunno—tutorial that doesn't involve me dying or… overheating?"
For a moment, there was nothing and then the air in front of me pixelated; the now-familiar gold interface shimmered alive.
[ Request Acknowledged. ]
[ Auxiliary Functions Accessible:STORE ARCHIVESUPPORTFEEDBACK (1 Pending). ]
[ Disclaimer: Emotional Stability Required for Certain Menus. Proceed? ]
"Define 'certain menus.' Actually—never mind. Just show me the store."
The panel unfolded like an origami star as it revealed dozens of transparent windows that were filled with tiny icons, labels, and numbers that looked suspiciously like price tags.
[ SYSTEM STORE — CATEGORY INDEX ]
Consumables Artifacts Skill Mods Personality Buffs (Includes Libido Enhancement, Stamina Boosts, Dick Size Augmentation - Locked) Environment Upgrades Miscellaneous Junk You'll Regret Buying
"Finally. Something that looks like capitalism."
Each item had a glowing number beside it—points. It made my stomach tighten, and worst of all, I still had none.
Basically, even sleeping has a tax attached to it.
Figures.
[ Current Balance: 0 SP. ]
[ Credit System: Disabled for Rank C+. ]
"Of course," I muttered. "Broke in real life, broke in digital hell, ha, some things never change, do they?"
Scrolling further, I noticed tiny sub-menus flickering in and out, half-glitched.
[ Recommended for You → Core Stabilizer Patch v2 (Prevents Accidental Erection During Critical Missions) — 100 SP ]
[ Aphrodisiac Elixir (Temporary Libido Surge) — 50 SP ]
[ Neural Firewall Lite (Blocks Unwanted Hentai Glitches) — 150 SP ]
"A dick enhancement menu? Seriously? So, what, I get to enhance my dick to go on missions? Now that looks like it was pulled out of one of those hentai games.
Even my digital life is about dick size. Anyway, that firewall sounds useful. You got a free trial?"
[ Trial Access Denied. Fraudulent Inquiry Logged. ]
[ Note:Dick Enhancement Modules Require Advanced Rank. Minimum Rank B+ for Initial Growth Add-ons. ]
"Okay, wow. Snitch system. Love that. Always reporting me to the authorities.
And worst of all, I can't even get a bigger dick until I'm already good at this fucked-up game? What kind of sadistic cock-tease is this?"
I sighed, as I leaned back against the wall, but the interface was pulsing faintly, practically, it was waiting.
"So let me guess," I said. "The only way to get points is to run those suicidal missions, right? The ones where I'm supposed to… use my dick right? Or something equally fucked up and dangerous?"
[ Affirmative. ]
[ Alternative Acquisition Methods:TradeBountyAcademic Grants (Unavailable for Current Rank). ]
[ Mission Board Unlock Available Upon Successful Completion of Basic Tutorials. ]
[ Suggestion: Begin with Low-Risk Emotional Calibration Task. Mission: 'Distract Grumpy Librarian with Witty Banter.' Reward: 5 SP. ]
"Low-risk, my ass. 'Distract Grumpy Librarian.' Last time you said 'low-risk,' I nearly turned into a human lightbulb trying to resist the urge to fuck the fire alarm.
And what's with the 'witty banter'? My wit is currently powered by pure caffeine and existential dread."
The interface dimmed for a heartbeat, it was almost like a pout. Then a new prompt flickered.
[ Optional Tutorial Available:Introduction to Energy Management and Sexual Performance Metrics. Duration — 6 Minutes. ]
[ This tutorial will provide a baseline assessment of your current… capabilities. ]
I hesitated a while.
Six minutes couldn't be that bad. Right? And a baseline assessment of my capabilities? This sounded suspiciously like something straight out of a Hentai. My inner degenerate perked up.
"Fine," I said. "Let's dance, toaster. Show me what a pathetic specimen I am. But if this involves anything that makes me blush harder than a schoolgirl in a visual novel, I'm out."
The gold panels re-formed into a circular frame around me, but there was one problem; the text scrolled faster than I could read, but I caught snippets.
[ Warning:Tutorial Simulations May Induce Mild Disorientation, Increased Heart Rate, and Unbidden Fantasies. ]
[ Your current… stamina… is rated at a suboptimal level:4/10. ]
[ Your current… erection potential… is rated at:3/10. ]
[ Your baseline libido is: Moderate (7/10) – surprisingly high given your sleep deprivation. ]
[ Estimated dick length (assuming full arousal): 5.7 inches. ]
"Five-point-seven inches? Is that all? This system is a goddamn insult! I thought I was supposed to be a protagonist, not some average Joe! Where's all the enhancement?
Fuck this system.
And only a 4 out of 10 stamina? No wonder I'm tired. This whole night has been one long, agonizing failure to achieve even basic functionality."
[ Proceeding… ]
[ Simulation Start:Target acquired – Professor Anya Sharma. Objective: Elicit a positive emotional response through… suggestive dialogue and subtle physical cues. For every blush, widened eye or nervous giggle, you gain SP. ]
As the holographic Professor Sharma materialized before me, I couldn't help but get distracted by her tits.
They were massive, pushed up high and practically spilling out of her low-cut blouse. I mean, who wears a bra that size? It was like she wanted to draw my attention straight to her cleavage. And fuck if it didn't work.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath, licking my lips as I let my gaze wander down her body, taking in every curve. "This is exactly the kind of mission I love. Let's see if I can make her drop that textbook."
I zoomed out quickly, making sure not to get too blatant, but my mind was already racing with all the dirty things I wanted to do to this teacher.
I mean come on, she had a killer figure, with smooth porcelain skin and full, plush lips that looked made for kissing.
Her icy blue eyes sparkled with intelligence, but there was something sultry about them too, like she was just hiding her own desires beneath that prim and proper facade.
As I worked on my approach, the system notifications popped up, reminding me to keep things subtle and not try to outright seduce her yet.
Yeah, yeah, I got it. But it was hard as hell to resist when all I could think about was bending her over and pounding into her tight p*ssy.
I finally settled on a smooth, confident tone, the kind I used when watching Hentai and fantasizing about the hottest scenes.
"Professor Sharma, I couldn't help but notice you seem to be struggling with that stack of books. Perhaps I could lend a hand... or maybe something else might be more useful if you're feeling overwhelmed?"
Her eyes glimmered, and there was a slight widening and a faint blush touched her cheeks.
[ SP Gained: 1 SP. ]
[ NPC Reaction: Mild Confusion, slight flush. ]
"Oh, so we're starting with the subtle stuff, huh? Okay, okay. I can play this game." I leaned in a little closer, my gaze dropping to her cleavage for a millisecond before meeting her eyes.
"You know, Professor, your lectures are always so… stimulating. They really get the mind going. And, uh, I find myself thinking about them long after class is over. Sometimes… all night."
Her blush deepened, and her grip tightened on the books.
She let out a tiny, almost inaudible gasp.
[ SP Gained: 2 SP. ]
[ NPC Reaction:Increased flushing, slight increase in respiration rate. ]
"This is almost too easy," I grinned, as I genuinely enjoyed the game of cat and mouse we were playing.
"It's like these missions were made for me. You want me to make women blush and get flustered? That's my goddamn specialty."
As I racked up more SP, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to take things further with Professor Sharma.
I don't know maybe (To pin her against the wall and fuck her hard, feeling her tits bounce with every thrust. To follow up with a marathon session of dirty talking and mutual pleasure until we both collapsed in exhaustion.)
But for now, I was content to keep things suggestive, building up her arousal slowly until she was begging for my cock. And with each passing minute, I could feel my own libido spiking, my stamina increasing as I revelled in the heady rush of dominance and control.
"Yeah, yeah, I know my dick is still the same size. But at least I'm earning points.
Maybe by the time I'm done with this librarian and this teacher, I'll have enough SP to get a respectable dong extension. And then, oh boy, the missions will really get interesting."
The light swallowed the room, leaving me with the hum of the system and the lingering scent of digital arousal.
It was going to be another long night, but for the first time, it might just be a profitable one.