Before surrendering to sleep, I pulled up my Pervert Points—just out of habit—and nearly choked on my own breath. 9,668. Already? A slow, triumphant smirk curled my lips.
I hadn't even been here a full day, and I'd already stacked enough to ensure I wouldn't starve, wouldn't want for anything. The system was generous, and I was good at this.
Curiosity gnawed at me. Had I missed anything? I triggered Pervert Eyes, letting the crimson glow of untapped points bleed into my vision. Kerry and Ada were clean—no lingering dots, no unfinished business.
But Ruth—oh, Ruth. My gaze locked onto her, the faintest crimson sparks clinging to her like a tease. Her lips, still slightly parted from exhausted panting, glowed with untouched potential. And then there were her armpits—delicate, shadowed hollows, untouched, waiting. My fingers itched just thinking about it.
