[Your first task is simple: seduce and corrupt your stepsister, Natalia Kuzmina. She's a potential A-Rank Hunter-in-training, beautiful, proud, and she despises you. You have until the entrance exam to make her yours. Completely.]
"My stepsister?" I raised an eyebrow. "This really is a light novel, isn't it?"
[Life imitates art, Mr. Nakano. Or in your case, life becomes art. Succeed, and you'll be rewarded with power beyond your imagination. Fail...]
"Alright, I get it."
I walked to the window and pulled back the grimy curtain. Outside was a sprawling cityscape of complete with both skyscrapers and floating platforms, nothing like the Tokyo I knew. Airships drifted between skyscrapers, and in the distance I could see the massive wall that surrounded the city.
This wasn't my world. This wasn't my body. But maybe, I could make it work for me.
"The World Is Yours." I muttered to myself.
"Alright, System," I said. "You want entertainment? I'll give you a fucking show."
[Excellent! Schema Points awarded for resolving to embrace your role: +10 SP]
[Schema Points (SP): 10]
I smiled. "Let's start with who my family is and who is Natalia please."
[Your mother, Kimiko Nakano, married Luka Kuzmina, an influential B-Rank Hunter, four years ago. You moved into their condo in the Elite District, bringing your... habits with you. Natalia is Luka's daughter from his previous marriage. She's 18, like you, but unlike you, she's respected, powerful, and destined for greatness.]
"And she hates me."
[With a passion that burns hotter than a thousand suns. You've spent the last four years making her life miserable simply by existing in her space: eating loudly during her study sessions, leaving messes for her to clean up, making inappropriate comments about her friends. The original Satori was, to put it bluntly, a disgusting creature with no redeeming qualities.]
"And where is everyone now?"
[Your mother and stepfather's guild is completing gates in the east coast. They won't be home until next month. Natalia is at combat training. She'll return in approximately three hours.]
I nodded, a plan already forming. "Then I have work to do."
The first step was simple: reconnaissance. I needed to understand this body's limitations, this house's layout, and most importantly, what resources I had at my disposal.
I forced myself to move, to explore this strange new prison of flesh. Each step was a reminder of how far I had fallen—my thighs rubbed together painfully, my breath came in wheezes, my back already ached from supporting the unfamiliar weight.
"System," I gasped as I climbed the short flight of stairs to the hallway. "Is there any way to... see what else this System of yours can do?"
[Of course. Say "Show System Interface" to view all available options.]
"Show System Interface."
Three new screens appeared alongside my pathetic status display:
INVENTORY
[Empty]
SCHEMA POINT (SP) ALLOCATION
Direct Attribute Enhancement: 1 SP = 25 Attribute Points
Gacha Store Ticket: Single Draw (20 SP), Five-Draw (100 SP)
GACHA STORE (Apollo's Divine Casino)
[Locked - Requires Tickets]
"Twenty-five points per SP? So my current ten points could give me... 250 attribute points?"
[Correct. You could raise your Strength from F-0 to D-225, for example. But I recommend saving for a Gacha pull. The random rewards often provide more... interesting options than raw stats.]
I reached the top of the stairs, already winded. "Christ, this body is pathetic."
[Hence the title. Now, would you like a tour of your new home?]
The condo looked like one of those aesthetic posts you would see on Snapgram or Inktrest. The floors outside of the bedrooms were marble and in the center was a large chandelier low enough that I could touch it myself without getting on my tiptoes. The artwork was a collection of bland landscapes, chosen only because their frames matched the beige of the furniture.
Natalia's room was locked, but that wouldn't be a problem later. My mother and stepfather's suite was on the opposite wing. Good. Privacy would be essential.
I found my way to the kitchen and stood before the massive stainless steel refrigerator. I got hit with the desire to start consuming everything in it. But it wasn't my urge. It was this body's habit, its addiction.
"No," I said firmly, turning away. "First things first."
I headed for the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Stripping off the disgusting clothes was probably one of the hardest thing I had to do. I mean, imagine looking in the mirror and seeing jelly rolls where there used to be an eight pack covered in tattoos.
I made sure the water was scalding before I entered. Doing this reminded me of who I was and helped me clear my mind to come up with a plan of attack.
Step one: Clean up. Not just the body, but the room, the disgusting nest I'd inherited.
Step two: Establish a new baseline with Natalia.
Step three: Begin the seduction.
By the time I finished scrubbing this body clean, the bathroom was fogged with steam. I wiped the mirror and forced myself to look at my reflection again.
"You're not Satori," I told the fat kid staring back at me. "You're Kaelen Leone, and you're going to own this world."
[Schema Points awarded for character development: +5 SP]
[Schema Points (SP): 15]
I wrapped a towel around my waist and returned to the bedroom. First order of business: clean this pigsty. I grabbed trash bags from the kitchen and began the disgusting process of excavating the room. Half-eaten food, crusty tissues, empty soda bottles—all of it went into the bags. I stripped the bed, gagging at the stains on the mattress.
By the time the front door opened, I'd filled three large trash bags and uncovered what had the potential to be a decent room underneath all this damn filth. I pulled on the only shirt I saw that wasn't stained with sauces and prepared to meet my future woman.