The blue light from three monitors illuminated my face as I typed the final lines of Chapter 47. My fingers flew across the keyboard, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips as I wrote out the another masterpiece.
"Please, no more," the captured knight begged, tears streaming down her face as the orc chieftain—
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I leaned back in my chair, the worn leather creaking under my weight. Empty energy drink cans littered the desk around me, and the room smelled like stale pizza and unwashed laundry. My apartment was a disaster, but who cared? I was on a roll with this project.
"Hentai Project: Lust Domination" was going to be my masterpiece. A post-apocalyptic world where 60% of humanity had been transformed into monsters—orcs, goblins, zombies, tentacle beasts, you name it. The remaining humans huddled in dome cities protected by force fields, desperately trying to survive. And in the middle of it all, my protagonist Kaisen with his overpowered Lust Domination System, building a massive harem of beautiful women, saving them and winning their hearts
Generic? Sure. But the people ate this shit up.
I pulled up the comments on the latest chapter I'd posted last week.
"Author-san, this is too much! That poor girl..."
I snorted. "Poor girl? That's the fun you damn idiot."
"Can we get less rape and more romance?"
"If you want romance, go read vanilla romance," I muttered, scrolling past it.
"I really love your content, mc is the goat though the amount of smut concerns me"
Finally, a guy who appreciates my masterpiece,
The truth was, I loved pushing boundaries. The more degrading, the more humiliating I could make the scenes, the more satisfaction I got from writing them. There was something intoxicating about having complete control over these fictional women, putting them in impossible situations, breaking them down piece by piece, so lewd.
I added the final touches to Chapter 47—the captured knight character being passed around the orc camp, reduced to nothing but a plaything. She wouldn't even get a proper sex scene with Kaisen. Just a throwaway side character, briefly mentioned and discarded.
"Who cares if it's trash?" I said to my empty room. "That's the whole point. They're not real anyway. Just a figment of my lewd imagination, words on a page."
I hit save and stretched, my joints popping. It was 3 AM, and I should probably get some sleep, but I was feeling energized. Maybe I'd start outlining Chapter 48. I had some ideas about kaisen fighting a dragon to save just two elderly couple, damn was he a goodie two shoes, but hey a horny one atleast—
The lights flickered.
I frowned, glancing up at the ceiling. "Great, don't tell me the power's going out..."
The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, my breath misting in the air. All three monitors glitched simultaneously, static crackling across the screens.
"What the hell?"
Then I felt it—a presence. Heavy, oppressive, divine.
The air in front of my desk shimmered like heat waves, and my heart began to pound. This wasn't normal. This wasn't possible. This was—
A woman materialized out of thin air.
She looked young, maybe mid-twenties, with long silver hair tied in a ponytail and wearing... was that an anime t-shirt? She had on casual clothes—a graphic tee featuring some magical girl anime I vaguely recognized, fitted jeans, and sneakers. In her hand, she held a manga volume.
But despite the casual appearance, power radiated from her like nuclear heat. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and the air around her seemed to warp and bend.
"What—who—" I stammered, pushing my chair back so hard it hit the wall. she was so damn hot
"Hello," she said, her voice pleasant and conversational, like we were meeting for coffee. "I'm Aria. You might call me a goddess, though that's a bit formal." She gestured with the manga in her hand. "I'm more of an otaku goddess, really. I enjoy stories, fictional worlds, creative works."
I couldn't speak. My mouth opened and closed uselessly.
"And I've read your work," Aria continued, stepping closer to my desk. Her casual demeanor didn't change, but her eyes hardened. "Every. Single. Chapter. Every fucking scene. Every humiliating moment you put those girls through. Every instance where you prioritized shock value and your own twisted satisfaction over basic human decency."
"I—it's just fiction—" I finally managed to choke out.
"Oh, I know it's fiction!" Aria's smile widened, but there was nothing friendly about it. "That's what makes it so interesting. You feel completely comfortable writing the most vile inhumane scenarios because 'they're not real.' You have no empathy, no remorse, no consideration for what you're creating."
She pulled up a chair that definitely wasn't there a moment ago and sat down, crossing her long legs.
"Let me list some highlights, shall we? Chapter 12: The village girl sold to the goblin tribe. Chapter 23: The captured knight—which you just finished, by the way. Chapter 31: The nun corrupted by tentacle monsters. Chapter 38: The noblewoman reduced to a breeding slave. Shall I continue?"
My face burned with a mixture of shame and anger. "People like it! I have readers who—"
"Oh, I know people like it," Aria interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. "Humans have all sorts of dark desires. That's not the problem." She leaned forward, her glowing eyes boring into mine. "The problem is YOU. Your complete lack of empathy. Your arrogance. The way you dismiss any criticism with 'i dont care' while putting these characters through hell for your own amusement. your a asshole and a pervert, even now your staring at my breast instead of my face"
My face lit up in embarrisment, was i so obvious, but who could blame me? those big round sexy breast, those curves, that figu- concentrate!
"What do you want?" I demanded, my voice shaking. "Why are you here?"
"I'm here because I'm fed up," Aria said simply. "I'm fed up with creators like you who think fiction is a consequence-free playground where you can indulge your worst impulses without any accountability. So, I've decided to teach you a lesson."
Fear shot through me like ice water. "What... what kind of lesson?"
Aria's smile turned absolutely wicked. "You love putting writing these kind of stories right? You love writing about humiliation, their corruption, their gradual transformation into sluts who exist only for sexual pleasure?"
I didn't answer, but my silence was enough.
"Here's what's going to happen," Aria said, standing up. "I'm going to transport you into that world you created. Your 'Hentai Project: Lust Domination' "
"No—wait—" fuck!! what she crazy?!
"But here's the fun part," she continued, ignoring my protest. "You won't be going as yourself. You're going to experience that world as a woman. A beautiful, voluptuous woman with all the 'assets' your readers love. And you'll have a system—just like your protagonist Kaisen!"
For a split second, hope flared. A system? Maybe this wouldn't be so bad—
"Oh, but not the same system," Aria said, reading my expression. "Kaisen has the Lust Domination System. He gains power by building a harem, by dominating women. Very typical power fantasy."
She walked around my desk, and I scrambled out of my chair, backing toward the door.
"You, on the other hand, will get a different system. One originally designed for turning girls into sluts through gradual corruption. lewd quests, humiliating scenarios, your body and mind slowly being rewritten until you become exactly what you've been writing about."
"No! You can't—this is insane!! im a man damn it!"
"Can't I?" Aria tilted her head, a dangerous glee burning in her soft eyes "I'm a goddess. I absolutely can. And before you ask, yes, there is a catch. You see, punishment this severe comes with a price, even for me. A balancing force, if you will."
"What price?"
"The system will make you powerful," Aria admitted. "Genuinely overpowered, actually. The more you degrade yourself, the stronger you'll become. By the time your corruption is complete, you'll be one of the strongest beings in that world." Her smile turned sharp. "But you'll also be exactly what you wrote about—a cock-hungry slut who exists for sexual gratification. Isn't irony beautiful?"
"Please," I begged, genuine terror flooding through me. "I'm sorry! I'll delete the project! I'll never write anything like that again!"
"Too late for apologies," Aria said, snapping her fingers.
Reality lurched.
My body began to tingle, then burn. I looked down and watched in horror as my hands became smaller, more delicate. My chest began to swell, weight pulling forward. My hips widened, my waist narrowed, everything shifting and changing.
"No! NO! STOP!"
"Let's see how YOU like being degraded," Aria's voice echoed as the world dissolved into white light. "Remember every scene you wrote, every moment, because You're going to live through all of it. Have fun~!"
The last thing I heard was her laughter as reality shattered around me.
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She woke up on cold cobblestones.
Her head throbbed, and for a moment she thought maybe it had all been a nightmare. A stress-induced hallucination from too many energy drinks and not enough sleep. She'd wake up at her desk, and everything would be—
Wrong.
Everything felt wrong.
She pushed herself up, and immediately her balance was off. Her center of gravity had shifted somehow. There was weight on her chest, pulling forward in a way that made her instinctively hunch her shoulders.
"What the..."
The voice that came out was high, feminine, melodic. Not hers—or rather, not his. Not anymore.
Panic surged through her, and she looked down.
Breasts. She had breasts. Large ones, straining against a tight white top that she definitely hadn't been wearing before. And below that—curves. Wide hips, thick thighs, a narrow waist. A completely female body.
"No no no no no—"
She touched her chest with trembling hands. Soft, real, sensitive—she gasped at the sensation. This couldn't be happening. This was impossible!!
Long blonde hair fell into her vision as she moved, silky strands that reached past her shoulders. She grabbed at it, pulling it forward to see. Golden blonde, nothing like her original dark hair.
She scrambled to her feet—or tried to. The different proportions threw her off, and she stumbled, catching herself against a wall. She was taller than before, maybe 5'11", but the weight distribution was completely foreign. Every movement felt alien.
"I'm even taller than before—5'11" at least—but these curves make me feel smaller somehow." she whispered
Looking around, she realized she was in an alley between two simple buildings. Above her, she could see a massive dome of shimmering energy stretching across the sky, stars visible beyond it. The architecture was simple, practical, nothing fancy. Small lights illuminated the street beyond the alley.
Her world. This was her world—his world. The dome city from the project.
A reflective window nearby caught her attention, and with dread coiling in her stomach, she walked toward it.
The woman staring back was stunning. Twenty years old, maybe, with a heart-shaped face, full lips, large expressive eyes, and that golden blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. Her body was... exactly what she'd always written about. Voluptuous, curvy, with large breasts and an hourglass figure that would turn heads anywhere.
And it was her now.
"This can't be real," she whispered, watching the beautiful woman's lips move in sync with her words. "This is a dream. A nightmare. I'll wake up and—"
She pinched her arm hard. Pain flared sharp and immediate.
She slapped her own face. It stung, and the woman in the reflection's cheek reddened.
"No. No no no no—" She backed away from the window, her breathing coming in short gasps. "Aria! ARIA! Change me back! I'm sorry! I'll do anything!"
Silence.
The night was quiet except for the distant sound of crickets and the gentle hum of the dome's energy field above.
She was alone. Alone in a woman's body, in a world she'd created by writing hentai, with no idea how to survive or get home.
And then, the screen appeared.
A translucent blue interface materialized directly in her field of vision, floating in the air like something out of an RPG.
And then she heard that voice—sweet, mocking, piped directly into her mind.
"Welcome to your new life~ ♡"
"ARIA!" she shouted at the screen. "Change me back! This isn't funny!"
Text appeared on the screen, as if typing itself out:
Aria: "Oh, it's not supposed to be funny. It's supposed to be educational. Welcome to the Lust System! Let me give you the tutorial~"
The screen shifted, expanding into a full status window:
[ STATUS ]
[Name: [Choose your name]
Level: 1 Class: None
[ STATS ]
STR: 8
DEX: 12
END: 10
VIT: 10
CHA: 18
LST: 5
[ RESOURCES ]
HP: 100/100
SP: 100/100
LP: 0 ]
"Choose my name?" she spat. "I have a name!"
Aria: "Not anymore~ Your old life is gone. This is your reality now. So, what'll it be? Choose something cute! Though knowing you, you'll probably pick something boring."
She clenched her fists, rage and despair warring inside her. Fine. If she was stuck like this, she needed to think strategically. A name... her mind wandered off to her first ever novel, one with a female character destined to save the world...
"Rem" she said finally. Something simple, easy to remember.
Aria: "Rem? Really? Okay then, Rem it is~"
The name filled in on the status screen.
Aria: "Now, let me explain your stats since you're clearly confused. STR is Strength—physical power. Yours is pretty low. DEX is Dexterity—speed and agility. A bit better! END is Endurance, VIT is Vitality—basically your health. CHA is Charm—and look at that! An 18! You're absolutely gorgeous~"
she glared at the screen.
Aria: "And then there's LST—Lust. This is a special stat. It measures your arousal level, your sexual sensitivity, and most importantly, it determines what kinds of quests you receive. The higher your Lust, the more... intense things become. Isn't that fun?"
"Go to hell," Rem growled.
Aria: "Already there, sweetheart. Now, let's talk about Lust Points—LP. This is your currency. You earn it by completing quests. And you'll NEED it because everything in the store costs LP."
A new window appeared—the Store interface. Rem scrolled through it, and her heart sank with every passing second.
Combat Skills:
Basic Strike: 500 LP
Quick Evasion: 800 LP
Power Slash: 2000 LP
Fireball: 3000 LP
Advanced Swordsmanship: 5000 LP
Items:
Health Potion (Small): 50 LP
Stamina Potion: 75 LP
Basic Sword: 300 LP
Light Armor: 500 LP
Everything was expensive. Impossibly expensive for someone starting with 0 LP.
"How am I supposed to afford any of this?" she demanded.
Aria: "Through quests, of course! Which brings us to the fun part~"
Another window appeared—Quest Log.
Aria: "You'll receive quests regularly. Daily quests, story quests, emergency quests, and special milestone quests. Complete them, earn LP, buy things from the store, get stronger. Simple, right?"
"What kind of quests?"
Aria: "Well, since this is the Lust System... you can probably guess. Humiliating ones. Sexual ones. The kind of quests you love writing about! Remember Chapter 23? The captured knight forced to... well, you remember what you made her do. Now YOU get to experience similar things!"
Horror washed over her. "No. I won't. I'll refuse!!"
Aria: "You can try! But refusing quests has penalties. Severe pain, stat debuffs, and if you refuse too many, worse things happen. Plus, your Lust stat will keep rising anyway. Eventually, you won't want to refuse. Your body will crave it. Your mind will rationalize it. You'll become exactly what the system wants you to be."
"I'll find a way out," She said through gritted teeth. "I'll hack the system, find a loophole, something—"
Aria: "Aw, how cute. You think you're the first person to try that? The system is divine code, sweetie. Unbreakable. Inescapable. This IS your life now."
Before she could respond, a new notification appeared:
[QUEST RECEIVED]
[ Tutorial Quest: First Steps: Explore your new body thoroughly. Touch yourself and reach arousal level 3/10.
[Reward: 50 LP]
[Time Limit: 1 hour]
[Penalty for Refusal: Severe pain + All stats reduced by 50% for 24 hours]
[*Note from Aria: This is just the beginning~]
[Accept Quest?]
[YES] [NO]
[Time Remaining: 59:58]
Rem stared at the screen in disbelief. "You want me to... to..."
Aria: "Masturbate? not quite, Get acquainted with your new body. Feel what it's like to have a pussy. This is the easiest quest you'll ever get, by the way. They get much more interesting later~"
"Absolutely not!" She tried to mentally dismiss the screen, but it wouldn't go away. The timer kept ticking down. 59:47... 59:46...
Aria: "Your choice! But I should mention, the pain from refusal is... significant. I made sure of that. And with all your stats halved, you'll be basically helpless in this world for a full day. Dangerous, considering there are monsters outside the dome and plenty of unsavory characters inside it."
"This is insane!!!"
Aria: "No darling this is karma. You wrote this exact scenario in Chapter 13, remember? The mage girl given a 'choice'—fuck the goblin or face punishment. You wrote about how her hands trembled, how she hated herself for even considering it, how survival instinct won over pride and after all that, the mc could not even save her! she was insignificant!! Ring any bells?"
It did. God help her, it did. She'd written that scene with such detail, describing the girls internal conflict, her shame, her eventual reluctant compliance.
And now it was happening to her.
"I hate you," She whispered.
Aria: "I know~ ♡ Now, the clock's ticking. What's it going to be, Rem?"
Rem stumbled deeper into the alley, finding a spot behind some wooden crates where she'd be hidden from the street. Her whole body was trembling—from rage, from fear, from humiliation.
The timer kept ticking. 43:22... 43:21...
She could refuse. She could just refuse and deal with the pain and stat reduction. It was the principle of the thing. She wouldn't let Aria win. She wouldn't—
Her hand moved involuntarily toward the waistband of her pants, and she froze.
Wait. Why did she do that? Was the system already influencing her?
Aria: "Oh no, that was all you~ Your survival instinct is kicking in. You're weighing your options. Pride versus reality. Sound familiar?"
Rem yanked her hand back, clenching it into a fist.
But Aria was right. She was already calculating. Fifty LP wasn't much, but it was something. And keeping her stats intact for the next 24 hours... in an unknown world where she had no allies, no resources, no protection...
"This is just survival," Rem muttered to herself. "It's not... it's just..."
With shaking hands, she unbuttoned her skirt.
The moment her fingers touched the sensitive skin, she gasped. Everything felt different—more intense, more responsive. Her own touch sent sparks of sensation through her that she'd never experienced in her previous body.
This fucking body was designed for this. Designed to feel pleasure, it was so fricking sensitive
She hated it.
But she continued, because what choice did she have? Her mind screamed in protest, but her body betrayed her, responding despite her revulsion. New sensations flooded through her—unfamiliar, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.
She bit her lip, refusing to make a sound, refusing to give Aria the satisfaction.
But her body didn't care about her pride. It responded mechanically, instinctively, building toward the arousal threshold the quest required. her fingers explored all over her body, feeling each curve, finding more and more sensitive spots. she could not help but let out a small whine
Tears pricked at her eyes.
Finally, mercifully, a notification appeared:
[ QUEST COMPLETE!]
[Reward: 50 LP earned!]
[ Tutorial Complete! You can now view full system functions]
[ STAT CHANGE: LST 5 → 8]
Aria: "See? That wasn't so hard~ Or maybe it WAS? Don't worry, you'll get used to this. After all, you have SO much more to experience! Remember, the higher your Lust gets, the more intense the quests become. Have fun~"
Rem pulled her hand away like it was burned, quickly refastening her Skirt. Her whole body felt hot with shame, and she couldn't look at the screen.
Fuck this Fuck this Fuck all of this!!! Damn goddess, just you fucking wait!
Her Lust stat had increased. From 5 to 8.
"What does that mean?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
Aria: "It means you're more sensitive now. More easily aroused. And your next quests will be adjusted accordingly. At LST 10, you unlock new quest types. At 25, even more. At 50, well... you'll see~ though your lust does decrease after each orgasm"
"I got 50 LP," Rem said, desperately trying to focus on something elsel. "That's not enough for anything useful!?"
Aria: "Then you'll need to do more quests, won't you? Don't worry, a new one is already waiting. Check your quest log tomorrow~"
She pulled up her status screen again:
[Name: Rem]
[Level: 1]
[Class: None]
[STATS ]
STR: 8
DEX: 12
END: 10
VIT: 10
CHA: 18
LST: 8 +
[ RESOURCES ]
HP: 100/100
SP: 100/100
LP: 50
Fifty LP. One completed quest. And her Lust stat already rising.
This was going to be hell.
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Dawn broke over the dome city, soft golden light filtering through the energy barrier above.
Rem had spent the rest of the night sitting against the alley wall, too exhausted and emotionally drained to move. Her mind kept replaying what had happened—the goddess, the transformation, the quest.
This was real. This was her life now.
As the city woke up around her, she heard the sounds of daily life beginning. Farmers heading to the fields, merchants opening shops, children laughing somewhere in the distance.
This was one of the smaller dome cities—a farming community that her original project notes had described as peaceful, isolated, and essentially abandoned by the central government. It received basic rations of food, water, and electricity, but nothing more.
Somewhere in this city, Kaisen had probably just awakened his system too. The original protagonist of her story, beginning his journey to build a harem and become overpowered.
And she was... what? A side character? No, worse than that. In her original outline, Rem hadn't even existed. She was a nobody in her own world.
She pulled up the store interface again, scrolling through the combat skills.
Basic Strike: 500 LP.
Ten quests. She'd need to complete ten quests like the one last night to afford even the most basic attack skill.
The math was depressing.
Then a new notification appeared, and her stomach dropped:
[DAILY QUEST AVAILABLE]
[ Novice Task: Public Confidence ]
[Objective: Walk through the market during busy hours (10 AM - 2 PM) wearing the provided outfit. Make eye contact with at least 10 people. Do not hide or cover yourself]
[Reward: 100 LP]
[Optional Bonus: Receive a compliment from a stranger (+50 LP)]
[Time Limit: Today before sunset
[Penalty for Refusal: You know what happens now~]
[Note: Check your inventory for "Beginner's Outfit"]
With dread, Rem opened her inventory. Among the basic starter items was a new addition: "Beginner's Outfit."
She selected it, and an image appeared.
It was... not indecent, technically. A crop top that would show her midriff, and tight shorts that would definitely hug her curves, showing her huge and plump ass in all of its glory. Not quite club wear, but definitely attention-grabbing. The kind of outfit designed to turn heads.
"You want me to wear this. In public. In broad daylight!!?"
Aria: "Exactly! You need to get used to your new body and how people will look at you. Don't worry, it's a peaceful farming city. Nobody's going to attack you. They'll just... stare. A lot. Isn't that what you always wanted? The female characters drawing attention, feeling all those eyes on them? oh how wet they became"
Rem closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
100 LP. Double what she'd earned from the first quest. Plus a possible 50 LP bonus.
And if she refused, the pain and stat debuff would leave her vulnerable for a full day.
She was trapped. Completely and utterly trapped in a system designed to humiliate her, to corrupt her, to turn her into a fucking bitch.
"This is really happening," She whispered to herself. "I'm trapped in my own world. Aria's watching. The system won't let me refuse."
She stood up, her new body's movements still feeling foreign.
"Fine," she said aloud, her voice hard. "I'll play your game, goddess. I'll do the quests, get strong, and find a way out. And when I do... you'll regret this damn it!!"
Aria: "That's the spirit! I look forward to watching your journey~ Oh, and a little hint: there's no escape. This IS your life now. But don't worry—you'll learn to love it. They always do~"
Aria: "P.S. - Your Lust stat will keep rising with every quest. At LST 10, you'll start feeling... urges. At LST 25, those urges become harder to ignore. At LST 50, you'll understand what it means to be a slut. Enjoy the ride~ ♡"
The screen vanished, leaving Rem alone with her thoughts and the dawning realization of what lay ahead.
She looked down at the outfit in her inventory, then at the timer for the daily quest.
Seven hours until the busy marketplace time.
Seven hours to prepare herself mentally for walking through a public market in revealing clothes, letting strangers stare at her new body, all for 100 LP that wouldn't even buy her a basic weapon.
"Karma's a bitch," Rem muttered.
And now, so was she.