[Basic System Notice:
Sleeping with beautiful women of royal classification grants you 100 Life Points per woman]
[Basic System Notice:
Sabotage someone's home to obtain your own private harem wing]
[Welcome, Player, to The Pervert Revenge System]
[To ensure your survival, complete the missions]
Name: Vikas Alexander]
Level: One
Appearance: Good
Attractiveness: 4/10
Life Points (LP): 50
[90 Life Points required to survive until the next day.
Countdown to termination has begun.]
I lifted my head slowly, staring at the translucent screen floating in the air before me.
Life points.
Termination.
A countdown.
My mouth went dry.
I scratched my chin, half-expecting the screen to disappear if I blinked. A hallucination, this had to be one. The last thing I remembered was drinking myself numb, one bottle after another, until my thoughts blurred into nothing.
But my heartbeat was steady.
And the number 50 didn't change.
I clenched my jaw.
I used to work at a bank. Used to—until everything went to hell. My manager had caught me in her office after hours, not alone. Another woman was with me. She'd thought she owned me, thought I belonged to her just because she gave me promotions and private smiles, she destroyed me.
"Unprofessional conduct," she'd called it.
I called it revenge, she replaced me with that hot man from the accounting department.
I was thrown out like trash.
The bitterness crawled back into my chest as I looked around. Same room. Same cracked walls.
But something was wrong.
My body felt heavier—denser. Stronger.
I looked down at my arms. Veins stood out sharply beneath my skin, thick , like they had always belonged there. My breath hitched as I rushed to the bathroom and stared into the mirror.
"…What the hell?"
The man staring back at me wasn't the one I remembered.
Perfect proportions. A sharp jawline. Broad shoulders. A body sculpted like something out of a magazine—hard muscle, no softness anywhere.
I let out a low laugh, disbelief mixing with something darker.
"Damn, Vikas," I muttered. "You finally look worth something."
Excitement crept in, slow and dangerous.
If this was real…
If the system was real…
Then everything could change.
[First Mission]
Target: Neighbor (Room 205)
Objective: Engage in sexual activity
Reward: 5 LP
Penalty for Refusal: None
Hidden Reward for Refusal: +Mental Resistance]
My throat tightened.
Room 205.
Samita.
The receptionist at that massive real estate company. The woman who barely tolerated my existence. She'd always looked at me like I was beneath her notice.
I glanced back at my reflection.
I wasn't that man anymore.
This body radiated confidence and temptation power. There was no way she'd look at me the same now.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped into the hallway.
10:30 p.m.
Music pulsed from behind her door. Loud. Careless. She was home.
I knocked.
The door opened.
Samita stood there swaying slightly, the scent of alcohol heavy in the air. Her eyes traveled slowly over me, lingering longer than they should have.
"…Wow," she murmured, a lazy smile curving her lips.
I brushed damp hair back from my forehead and lowered my voice.
"Sorry to bother you. The water's out in my apartment. Mind if I use your bathroom?"
Her gaze flicked back to my face. Then she stepped aside, wordless, pointing down the hall.
I walked in without looking back.
But I could hear her footsteps following me.
And behind me, the door clicked shut.
I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water filling the small space.
Who are you lying to, Vikas?
Your life is miserable because of you.
I leaned one hand against the wall, water running over my shoulders.
You quit the gym the moment you got a few raises. You wasted your money trying to impress women, hiding how weak you really were. And now… you're about to sleep with a woman who isn't fully aware just because some system told you to.
My jaw tightened.
As I reached down to turn off the water, something on the floor caught my eye.
A torn photograph.
I picked up the pieces and slowly put them together.
Samita.
Standing beside a man, smiling genuinely.
Her boyfriend.
Or… ex.
She must have ripped it apart after they broke up.
I exhaled slowly.
I finished showering, grabbed one of the towels from the rack, and wrapped it around my waist. When I opened the bathroom door, I froze.
She was sitting on the floor in front of it.
Her eyes were red. Her face pale. She looked nothing like the confident woman from a few minutes ago.
"You're beautiful," I said quietly. "Don't let some worthless man ruin your life. You're Samita—successful, attractive."
She blinked several times.
Then she broke down.
The tears came fast, uncontrollable. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed.
"I did everything he asked," she cried. "Everything… just so he'd stay with me. He wanted a job at the company I work for."
Her hands struck the floor in frustration as she continued crying.
I lowered myself to her level and sat beside her.
"I got him into the company," she said between gasps. "I built his path to the top. And now—now that he's the deputy CEO—he married another woman and left me."
Her breathing grew uneven as she leaned closer, her face inches from mine.
"Do I deserve this?" she whispered.
I raised my hand gently, placing it between us—not touching her.
"First," I said calmly, "I don't sleep with a woman who isn't fully aware of herself."
She froze.
"Second," I continued, "if you want revenge… I'll help you."
Her eyes lifted to meet mine.
"You'll find me in Room 200."
I stood up, wiped the tears from her cheeks with the towel, and turned toward the door.
As I stepped out into the hallway, a thought crossed my mind.
You might say this was a missed opportunity. That I should have taken advantage of it.
But no.
I wasn't that far gone.
I mean—yes, I was trash. A social failure. A bastard in many ways.
But what I'd been through was enough.
If I was going to use this body…
If I was going to use this system…
It would be for my benefit—not at my lowest.