"OH GOD! Faster, Ken! Faster!"
The headboard slammed into the wall with every thrust.
Thump–SLAP. Thump–SLAP. The room had the smell of lavander candle and sweat.
Ken's eyes were wild, locked on Sarah's face—a blur of lust, hair, and open-mouthed moans. Her nails clawed down his back, dragging him closer, forcing him deeper every time she rolled her hips. His world had shrunk to her heat, her voice, the tightness pulling him over the edge.
He was reeking of sweat and cheap perfume. He was seconds away from cumming inside Sarah.
"I can't stop! I'M CUMMING!" he shouted, voice cracking as his hips slammed into hers again and again. The final wave hit, hot and deep, and he groaned through it, spilling everything he had inside her.
"YESSS! FUCK ME, KEN!" Sarah screamed, locking around him in a trembling orgasm that refused to end.
K-K-K-CRACK!
The sound tore through the air like thunder. A flash of pain exploded in Ken's back—sharp, burning, unreal. The pleasure was gone in an instant.
He collapsed on top of her bleeding.
"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"
The voice came from the doorway. Ken lifted his head and saw Gary—Sarah's husband—standing there, shaking, gun still smoking. His face was twisted with rage, eyes bloodshot, spit flying as he screamed.
"YOU GODDAMN BASTARD! IN MY HOUSE?! FUCKING HER ON MY BED?!" Gary's voice broke as he raised the gun again, hands trembling. "YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST FUCK MY WIFE AND WALK AWAY LIKE NOTHING?!"
"Gary, please—no!" Sarah gasped, panic snapping her out of the afterglow.
Blood spread fast under Ken, soaking the sheets. The pain was fading already, replaced by a dull calm. He could taste iron. His vision blurred. He knew this was it. The last thing he felt was the warm sensation of Sarah's body around him. Dying mid-fuck—hell of a way to go.
Screw it.
With a shaky hand, Ken raised his middle finger. "Go to hell, asshole," he gurgled, coughing blood.
Gary lost it completely. "YOU FUCKING SCUMBAG! I'LL SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL! YOU HEAR ME? I HOPE YOU ROT, YOU FILTHY COCKSUCKER!"
Ken smiled faintly, his vision dimming, blood pooling beneath him. Sarah was crying now, voice distant, echoing.
Yeah. It was worth it.
Then everything went black.
.
.
BWOOOP. BWOOOP. BWOOOP.
A cheerful beeping cut through the void.
Ken's eyes snapped open. He was naked, lying on damp moss. No pain. Still half-hard. The air smelled like trees and dirt. Light filtered through tall branches above him.
A glowing pink text box hovered in front of his face.
[WELCOME, DEGENERATE.]
[You secured a final defiant orgasm, while dying. Congratulations]
[Loading: Degenerate System v0.9 (Beta)]
[Initializing Core Quest...]
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[Quest 1: Get laid.]
Objective: Find a willing adult female and achieve full climax within six hours.
Reward: 100 Degeneracy Points + Skill: Basic Arousal Control
Failure: Immediate and permanent impotence.
Time Remaining: 5:59:42
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[Perverted Eye: Unlocked]
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Ken blinked at the glowing pink text still hovering in front of his face. His brain was lagging like a bad internet stream.
"Permanent impotence?" he said. "That's… brutal. I just respawned! Can't I get a tutorial first?"
The box didn't answer. It just dinged at him in a tone so cheerful it hurt.
[Tip: A true degenerate never hesitates!]
"Yeah, well, a true degenerate also likes pants," he muttered, pushing himself up. The moss was cold and damp under him. His half-boner, somehow still hanging around, gave a sad little flop. "And breakfast. Preferably before the apocalypse timer starts."
He looked around—trees, ferns, sunlight, no roads, no towns, no people. "Awesome. Six-hour sex quest, zero civilization. Love that for me."
A chirp. Then:
[Scanning…]
[No humanoid females detected nearby.]
[Nearest settlement: 1.4 kilometers northeast.]
"Finally, some good news," Ken said, standing up. "Let's just hope they have coffee. Or beer. Or literally anything that isn't moss."
He started walking, bare feet squishing against wet earth. A branch slapped him across the face. He stumbled, cursed, and tripped over a root for good measure. The ground greeted him like an old friend.
[New Status: Grace of a drunk pigeon.]
"Fantastic," Ken groaned. "My system's a comedian."
Another ping:
[Quest Timer: 5:12:47 remaining.]
"Right, the impotence speedrun. Thanks for the reminder."
He dragged himself up and kept going, grumbling the whole way. The trees thinned as he climbed a small hill. Beyond it—finally—a dirt road, and further down, smoke rising from chimneys.
Ken squinted. "Civilization. Thank god."
He was halfway down the slope when he realized he was still naked. "Oh crap."
Before he could even think of a solution, the System dinged again.
[Perverted Eye: Activated.]
A faint pink shimmer flickered across his vision. His heart jumped—then the shimmer sharpened, showing faint outlines of moving figures in the distance. His system labeled them like an overzealous gamer HUD:
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[Human Female, Farmer's Daughter – Age 21]
[Human Female, Merchant – Age 34]
[Human Female, Grandma – Age 68 – Probably not your type]
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Ken gawked. "You can't just say that! That's profiling!"
[Feature: Honest Commentary enabled.]
"Disable that! Disable that right now!"
The System cheerfully ignored him.
He hurried toward town, trying to look like a normal traveler and not, say, a lunatic with glowing eyes and zero clothes. Unfortunately, a pair of passing farmers on a cart saw him immediately.
"Sweet mother of—" one shouted, yanking the reins. The horse reared; apples went flying.
Ken raised both hands. "It's not what it looks like!"
"Then what the hell is it?!"
"I'm having a rough morning!"
A flying apple nailed him in the stomach. He folded over, wheezing. The cart rolled away fast.
The System dinged again.
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[Public indecency detected. Social reputation: -10.]
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"Awesome," Ken groaned. "I've been here ten minutes and I'm already on a watchlist."
He trudged into the outskirts of town, keeping to the shadows. Every few steps, the System chimed like an excited tour guide.
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[Quest Objective: Pending.]
[Tip: Don't be shy! Degenerates are go-getters.]
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"Yeah," he muttered. "Go-getter. Let's start by getting some damn pants."