"Okay," I said, raising both hands like I was about to confess a crime.
"But first, promise you won't try to punch my dick off after I tell you everything."
Sarah blinked. Then she leaned back, she crossed her arms, and tilted her head, her gum popping in slow motion. "You're really selling this, Hanson. Go on, confess your sins."
Deep breath. Screw it.
"I've got a system," I said flatly.
"A what?"
"A system. Like those RPG ones — with missions, stats, rewards, and penalties. It's called Nova. It talks. It gives me quests. It... helps me answer questions I definitely shouldn't know the answers to."
She stared. Then she laughed. Loudly. "Oh my God, you've finally snapped. You're telling me you have a talking voice in your head that gives you homework?"
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Not homework. Life-or-death missions."
Her laughter died halfway through a snort when a faint golden shimmer flickered beside me. She frowned. "...What's that?"
Before I could answer, Nova's cold, feminine tone sliced through my brain.
[ Warning:Unauthorized Disclosure Detected. System Identity Exposure Level: 89%. ]
[ Initiating Protocol Countermeasure:Adaptive Trust Sequence. ]
"See!" I hissed. "That! That right there! Tell me you didn't hear that!"
Sarah's brows furrowed. "...Okay, maybe I did hear something. What the hell was that voice?"
"Nova," I said. "And she doesn't like me snitching about her."
[ Countermeasure Approved. Temporary Skill Unlock:Aphrodisiac Effect (Tier C). ]
[ Description:Establish neural synchronization via sustained eye contact. Triggers oxytocin and limbic stimulation in target's brain. ]
[ Duration:120 seconds. ]
I blinked. "Wait. What?"
Sarah raised a brow. "What's happening now?"
I looked at her — really looked at her — and instantly regretted it. Her eyes caught the dim glow of the holo-lights, green and sharp, like bottled sin.
Nova's voice purred:
[ Activation condition:Deep mutual eye contact maintained for 3 seconds. ]
[ Proceed? ]
Well, I mean... what's a man to do when the universe literally dangles temptation in front of him?
"Uh… Nova says hi," I muttered, as I stalled like a moron.
Sarah sighed. "You're insane, Hanson. And you still owe me an explanation."
"Yeah," I said, standing, "but maybe it'll make more sense if I walk you home. It's late. You can chill. I'll explain on the way."
She hesitated, then shrugged. "Fine. But if you try any weird 'system synchronization ritual,' I swear I'll punch your nuts into a parallel dimension."
"Duly noted."
We walked under the pale neon streetlights, our footsteps echoing against cracked pavement. The air smelled faintly of mana exhaust and rain — the city's perfume.
Halfway down the street, Nova whispered again:
[ Neural compatibility:78%. Emotional equilibrium unstable. ]
[ Target experiencing stress indicators:elevated cortisol, erratic heartbeat, suppressed dopamine. ]
[ Recommendation: Initiate Aphrodisiac Sequence to stabilize emotional resonance. ]
I glanced sideways. Sarah's jaw was tight, her usual smirk gone. She looked… tired. More human than usual.
[ Proceed? Y/N ]
I swallowed. "...Nova, this is officially the worst idea you've ever had."
[ Confirmed:Proceeding. ]
Our eyes met. Just for a second. Then two, and then three.
The world slowed. My pulse stuttered. And somewhere inside my skull, I felt the spark — a rush of static, heat, and something dangerously intimate.
Sarah blinked, swaying slightly. "Hanson… what the hell—?"
[ Aphrodisiac Effect:Activated. Neural resonance established. Oxytocin flood in progress. ]
[ Target emotional elevation:Rising. ]
Her pupils dilated. The night air thickened, heavy with something unspoken. She pressed a hand to her forehead, then to her chest.
"I… I feel weird," she murmured. "Like my brain's… buzzing."
"Yeah," I said softly. "That makes two of us."
Nova's golden script hovered before me, unreadable, pulsing in rhythm with her breath.
[ Warning:Target emotional state — unstable. Recommend safe environment for cooldown. ]
"Come on," I said gently, guiding her by the arm. "Let's get you home."
She didn't protest. Just walked beside me, quiet, her heartbeat thrumming like static in the air between us.
Inside her small apartment, the air felt warmer. Too warm. Her breathing shallow. Her eyes — unfocused, flickering between confusion and something else entirely.
[ Target entering Desperation State. Emotional overload imminent. ]
"Nova," I whispered under my breath. "How bad?"
[ Threshold 94%. Emotional containment failing. ]
"Shit."
Sarah turned toward me, her expression unreadable, the shimmer of neon catching in her hair. "Hanson… what's happening to me?"
I opened my mouth — but before I could answer, Nova's voice echoed one last time:
[ Emotional synchronization complete. Transitioning to next phase. ]
The lights flickered. Her eyes met mine.
And then…
Sarah moved like a protagonist who'd just had her 'willpower' stat debuffed to zero.
She closed the distance between us, not with the hostile energy I was used to, but with the terrifying, single-minded focus of a horny freight train.
"Hanson," she rasped, her voice thick and unfamiliar. Her hands didn't grab me; they tore at my shirt buttons like they were inconvenient packaging on a very desirable, limited-edition novelty toy.
This is it, I thought, my mind running at a million miles an hour while my dick just sighed and started adjusting its tactical gear.
This is literally the 'Unavoidable Forced Sex Scene' trope. I've become the main character in the worst kind of trashy visual novel.
Nova, bless her cold, robotic heart, decided this was the perfect time for a progress report.
[ Assessment:Target desire trajectory is optimal. External environment deemed secure. Leon Hanson, recommend immediate exploitation of temporary stat buff: Stamina +15. ]
"Exploitation?" I grunted, scrambling to keep up as Sarah shoved me backward against the wall, her hips already grinding against mine with manic impatience. "You call this exploitation, Nova? This is less exploitation and more being violently consumed by the most aggressively beautiful healer created by a buggy alpha build."
"Shut up," Sarah breathed, not listening to a damn word, just focused entirely on removing my pants.
I found myself staring at her face, really staring, and realized the Aphrodisiac Effect was working overtime.
Her eyes were glazed, showing none of the usual mocking intelligence. It was just pure, primal need, smeared across a face that usually looked like it was planning world domination.
"Jesus Christ, Sarah, you look like you just scored a permanent residency visa to Fucktown," I managed, trying to inject some much-needed profanity-laced sarcasm into the atmosphere.
The moment she ripped my trousers down, finally freeing the glorious, throbbing monument that was my dick, her gaze locked onto it with terrifying intensity.
It was the gaze of a starving man looking at a five-star Michelin steak.
[ Target reaction confirmed: Extreme Arousal. Dopamine release spiking. ]
"No kidding, Nova. She's reacting like I just handed her the keys to a magical pleasure castle. Where's the romance? Where's the 'will-we-or-won't-we' tension? This is supposed to be the glorious payoff after seventy hours of unnecessary dialogue and fetch quests!" I whispered, slightly annoyed by the lack of dramatic buildup.
She practically dragged me through the tiny hallway, bumping my head against the doorframe of her bedroom.
The efficiency was commendable, I suppose. Less fumbling, more fucking. The moment we hit the mattress—which groaned pathetically under our weight, clearly a low-level, easily disposable asset—Sarah was on me.
I finally got a proper, unobstructed view of the true wonders of the universe. The boobs. Sarah wasn't just 'stacked'; she was carrying twin weapons of mass distraction.
They were big, yes, but more importantly, they were bouncy and perfectly framed by the tattered remnants of her shirt. I felt a surge of genuine, non-system-induced awe.
"Look at those, Nova," I sighed, momentarily forgetting the sarcastic mask. "That's not Tier C material. That's Legendary Artifact tier. That's the kind of tits you write epic poems about, not just a temporary system buff."
[ Correction:Target's mammary glands are classified as High-Density A-Tier Assets. Optimal for neural synchronization via visual stimuli. ]
"A-Tier, my ass. They're glorious."
Sarah finally succeeded in disposing of the last few scraps of clothing, and the sight of her naked, flush, and panting above me was almost enough to override the cynical programmer commentary running in my brain.
Almost.
She leaned down, as her hair spilled over me, and her hips pressed hard, seeking purchase.
"Hanson," she whispered, the proximity of her mouth to my ear causing a shiver that had nothing to do with magic systems. "Now. I need you now."
[ Mission Objective Updated:Achieve Neural Synchronization and Emotional Stabilization via coitus. ]
"Oh, now we're calling it coitus," I sneered internally. "A few minutes ago, it was 'Adaptive Trust Sequence.' You really know how to set the mood, you bitch."
I grabbed her hips, and like a man, I reversed our positions with a practiced ease that came from years of, well, practice and series of hentai stuff.
I looked down at her, her eyes were wide, and her body trembled slightly. This wasn't the Sarah I knew. Well at least, I didn't know that maybe one day she'd beg and crave for my cock.
"Look, I'm just going to preface this by saying that if you weren't essentially mind-controlled by my demonic operating system, I'd bring you flowers and maybe a nice artisanal cheese tray afterward," I muttered, positioning myself.
She just let out a desperate sound, a sound that communicated only one thing: Fucking transition cutscene is taking too long.
[ Synchronization Phase 4 Initiated. Required input:Penetration. ]
I complied. The moment I slammed home, her back arched, and the air left her lungs in a sharp gasp that sounded like pure, unadulterated shock and pleasure.
The bouncy nature of those A-Tier assets was immediately confirmed as they jostled violently with every thrust.
"Ah~" she moaned, slamming her eyes shut as I could hear her heartbeat—it was rapid and breathing was ragged.
This is fantastic, I thought, pushing deeper, faster.
I'm having the best, most intense, most physically perfect sex of my adult life, and I owe it all to a rogue AI executing a countermeasure protocol because I told the truth.
What a fucking era to be alive.
The sounds filling the small apartment were utterly primal, completely unlike the controlled chaos Sarah usually projected.
She was reduced to nothing but sensation, clinging to me, scratching my back with genuine intent.
[ Status Update:Target Cortisol levels normalizing. Dopamine levels peaking. Emotional resonance achieved. ]
"Resonance, huh?" I panted, slamming into her with increasing urgency, trying to match the desperate rhythm she had started. "So, you're saying we're singing the same dirty, bad-mannered song, Nova? Because I feel like I'm playing a terribly designed rhythm game where the controller is stuck on 'turbo.'"
"Leon!" she screamed my name, and though the voice was heavy with lust, there was a flicker of something real in it—a desperate anchor to reality.
That flicker was enough. The system might have gotten her here, but the raw, screaming, magnificent heat was all Sarah.
I stopped thinking about RPG stats and focused entirely on the beautiful, glorious, sweaty reality of the woman beneath me.
I pushed one last time, a deep, shuddering connection that pulled a guttural cry from her throat just as my own internal warning system went off.
[ Warning: Internal containment integrity compromised. Ejaculation imminent. ]
"Fuck you, Nova, I know!"
I let go entirely, roaring as I pumped my last, thick cum into her. The sensation was explosive, pure biological overload, amplified tenfold by the systemic manipulation.
We collapsed together, sticky and breathless.
[ Mission Objective:Stabilization and Synchronization - Complete. ]
[ Reward: 500 SP. Skill Point Unlocked. Debuff: Temporary Guilt (Tier B) applied. ]
[ Duration of Aphrodisiac Effect:Expired. ]
The lights flickered again, and the pervasive warmth in the room suddenly felt awkward. Sarah went completely still beneath me.
"...Hanson?" she finally whispered, her voice weak, her eyelids fluttering open.
Her eyes, the sharp, intelligent, real green eyes, focused on the ceiling fan. Then they dropped to my face. Then to the embarrassing, magnificent mess we had made.
"So," I rasped, rolling off her and staring at the ceiling, feeling the immediate, sharp jab of the Tier B Guilt debuff. "About that talking system in my head…"
She didn't punch me, well not immediately. She just rested her hand on her abdomen, taking a slow, shaky breath.
"You know," Sarah said, her tone miraculously returning to its default state of lethal sarcasm, "for someone who supposedly has a secret system guiding his life, you still managed to be a total, predictable asshole. And you know what the worst part is?"
"The lack of character development?" I offered weakly.
"No. It's that even though I'm pretty sure you just date-raped me with science fiction, it was actually… really good cum."
I blinked. Nova, the all-knowing AI, remained silent.
"Well," I said, managing a tired, vulgar grin. "That's one hell of a review."