Alex went home, tossed three hundred crowns at his stepmother like a mafia bagman, and flopped down on the couch.
Of course, he added the remaining two hundred crowns from his pocket. He didn't want daddy Shepheard to visit that shop just yet.
"Its the rent, give it to dad."
"O-okay."
Violet didn't even look him in the eye. Her trembling hands snatched the money like it was cursed gold.
She was still haunted by the memory of the morning incident—his brazen shamelessness, his casual confidence, and, most importantly, the thing she almost had to square up against if she hadn't sprinted out of the room like her life depended on it.
Alex, however, didn't care. He threw himself onto his bed like a war hero after battle. He was exhausted, satisfied, and… sad. Yes. Sad.
And not the cool anime protagonist kind of sad either. No brooding violin soundtrack. No tragic backstory montage. Just him, sulking like a gamer who realized the pizza rolls were gone.
Two days later, he was still miserable. He was becoming more delusional... Why? Why the hell was he sad?
A degenerate pervert like him should have been over the moon.
He'd spanked a shy little beauty until her face burned, fingered a busty wife until she melted into a puddle, and made an elf so flustered she nearly proposed on the spot.
By all hentai protagonist standards, this was a speedrun to greatness.
And yet…
"Ughhhhhh! The damn system! Where the hell is my cheat code!"
Alex groaned, clutching his face, rolling around on the bed like an overgrown toddler.
This was supposed to be the golden ticket. Every trashy isekai MC ever got it. The glowing menu screens, the god-tier powers, the quests with rewards that made grinding women and monsters equally profitable.
But him?
Nothing. Nada. Zero. Just a hot body, some cash, and enough libido to fuel a small country.
'How the hell am I supposed to speedrun to harem king without my damn system… This is like trying to play Elden Ring with a spoon…'
He buried his face in his pillow and screamed like a man who just realized his internet got cut off on a raid night.
He should have already gotten one the moment he landed in this damned world. That was how the script went.
Transmigration 101. The golden spoon, the cheat system, the shiny menu screen that screamed congratulations, you horny bastard, here's your harem starter kit.
Whoever the cosmic clown was that tossed him into this place must have forgotten to deliver the goods.
"Where are they? Arrrrghhh!"
Alex flailed on his bed like a fish out of water, thrashing his legs, punching the air, looking less like a chosen hero and more like a man who stubbed his toe on divine bureaucracy.
The fear clawed in. What if he lived in this world without even knowing his glorious purpose. What if there was no destiny? No system? Just him, his libido, and a savings account that would eventually run dry.
"What the hell am I supposed to do? Where should I even start?"
His eyes lit up, a wild gleam flashing across his face as he sat up like a man possessed.
"Man, I am so pumped up, I would pounce on the first thing I see!!!"
Outside the door, Violet's hand froze mid-twist on the knob.
She was about to step in and check on him, maybe say something motherly like are you alright, but those words, those cursed words, hit her ears like a thunderclap.
Her body froze, heat spreading through her cheeks until her face was redder than a tomato left under the sun.
'Ah, don't think about it!'
But her mind betrayed her instantly. She saw it. That thing. That monstrous, veiny, swinging menace she almost had to defend herself from days ago.
She imagined him bursting through the door like a deranged beast, that impressive dong helicoptering as he charged at her with madness in his eyes.
She slapped her cheeks and turned away from the door, heart pounding like a drum of sin.
'Curse this imagination… I'm doomed.'
Suddenly, the door creaked. Violet didn't even realize her traitorous hand had turned the knob. The sound snapped Alex out of his thrashing.
He shot up from the bed, hair wild, shirtless, eyes glowing like a man who just sniffed a kilo of destiny.
"Finally! A sign!"
"E-eh?"
Violet squeaked, half in, half out of the doorway, already regretting existing.
Alex pointed at her like she was the holy grail itself.
"System, is that you? You came in the form of my smoking-hot stepmom? God bless this kinky world!"
He was losing it. He was losing the reality.
Violet's lips flapped open and shut. "I—I'm not—"
But then Alex, without hesitation, leapt off the bed. Obviously, since he was in his room and this was morning, all he was wearing was a damn bedsheet around his waist. But the bedsheet betrayed him instantly. Down it went. Freedom.
The thing swung into battle formation like it was saluting her. Violet's knees nearly buckled.
"Wha—WHA—!"
Alex stood like a messiah with his arms spread.
"Look at this, Violet! Do you feel it? The power! The dong of destiny!"
Her eyes betrayed her again. She looked. Oh, she looked, and it was a mistake. Her face went nuclear.
"C-close your clothes! I mean, wear your door! I mean—!" she fumbled, clutching at the frame like it was her last lifeline.
But Alex didn't let up. He stepped closer, towering, his grin unhinged.
"No system needed. This right here is my golden finger!"
He wagged it like he was making a sales pitch.
"Limited edition, stepmom special, comes with free nightly expansions!"
Violet slapped her hands over her burning face, but the mental image wouldn't go away. That "system" of his was seared into her brain like a cursed brand.
She shrieked, spun on her heel, and bolted down the hall, skirts flying.
Alex just stood in his room, naked, laughing like a maniac.
"Yes… YES! This world has blessed me! Screw the system, I am the system!"
Yes, yes, and yes, he was losing his mind and becoming more and more delusional since he got no system at all.