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​NEET FREAK: I Was A Shut-In, But My System Made Me A E-Girl Succubus!

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​"...I just wanted to rot in peace, the system made me touch grass..." Rei Locke was New Kowloon’s most efficient rotter. A professional shut-in with crippling anxiety, a level 1 hygiene stat, and zero desire to perceive the dystopian nightmare outside her door. ​But when her mother’s crushing debt to the demonic Gilded Lotus Group threatens to liquidate the family, Rei is forced to accept a new Terms of Service. She doesn't get a loan; she gets a firmware update. ​Enter the L.U.S.T. Operating System (v6.9). ​Guided by Nyx, a corporate demon consultant who treats arousal like stock market data, Rei discovers that her "social anxiety" is actually just a mismanaged resource. The System doesn't want to humiliate her; it wants to optimize her. ​Panic Attacks? No, that’s just high-octane Adrenaline ready to be converted into Heat. ​Touching Grass? That’s a Fetch Quest with a Thirst Multiplier. ​Simps? They aren't people; thats farming credits. ​Now, Rei is "Ventilating" her way through the city, turning heads and draining wallets. From exploiting the system to turn a walk to the store into a passive income stream, to utilizing the new equipment and skills to gamify her livestream engagement, Rei is learning to cheat the game of life. ​But the Heat Mechanic is a dangerous double-edged sword. Every lustful gaze she steals and every "Manual Override" she performs raises her internal temperature. High Heat means massive charisma buffs and mind-melting pleasure... but push it too far, and the System takes the wheel for a "Hard Reset." ​Rei Locke is done hiding in the dark. It’s time to turn on the ring light, manipulate the algorithm, and show New Kowloon exactly what a max-level Succubus can do. ​Log in. Get wet. Get paid.
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