Every character depicted is purely fictional and senior highschool students. Therefore, they are all 18+
What a hell, another shitty day to go to high school, to listen to shitty teachers, and get bothered by shitty classmates.
Kaito got up, with difficulty. The dull, muffled sound of crumpled sheets accompanies Kaito's sigh. Every movement is torture where Kaito feels with every movement that spending the night playing games, some of which are eroges, was a bad idea.
"What day is it...?" he growled.
He walked down the stairs. The sound of footsteps echoed on the steps, a regular and precise rhythm. Each impact produced a dull and sharp sound, revealing the texture of the surface. Then, in the kitchen, after greeting his mother and sister, he observed the calendar hanging on the fridge thanks to a magnet. The calendar, took, in Kaito's defeatist imagination, a serious air, and indicated Monday, May 1st.
"Fuck... it's already Monday... damn it!", he growled again, making sure neither his mother nor his sister heard him.
Unfortunately for him, his sister, his BIG sister, heard him uttering insults.
« Kaito! Watch your language! Your mother didn't raise you like that! », she exclaimed.
Kaito nodded and went back up to his room to change. His deep blue school uniform adorned with red ribbons and gold insignia caught the eye. Carefully adjusting his bow tie, he hid his lack of sleep. In the mirror, he could barely make out the contours of his tired face. He forced himself to smile, but the reflection was only a mask of indifference. As he walked down the stairs, Kaito felt a wave of resignation mixed with annoyance rising within him. He couldn't afford to miss a class, especially with the tests approaching. When he passed through the front door, the sunlight blinded him for a moment. The journey to school took place in a silence disturbed by the rustling of leaves and the roar of cars. Kaito walked at a slow pace, his mind filled with images of the erotic games that had kept him awake. These visions haunted him, blending with reality in a waking nightmare. Despite this, he kept his head high, refusing to show his weakness. Arriving in front of the school, the courtyard was full of students. Kaito made his way through the crowd, avoiding any eye contact. The conversations of his classmates seemed futile and irritating.
"Kaitoooooo!!! Wait for me!!!" echoed the feminine voice, well known to Kaito.
At the end of the hallway, his childhood friend, Yumi Aoi rushed into the corridor, her breasts bouncing lewdly beneath her uniform as she ran towards him, a mischievous smile on her moist lips. When she finally reached Kaito, she bent down to catch her breath.
— You jerk! You could have waited for me, she exclaimed, usually we always go to school together!
— Oh, sorry... I was distracted...
— Mmh... well I forgive you, but in exchange, let me copy your math homework!
Kaito looked at Yumi with a disconcerted expression, half dismayed by his friend's audacity. He let it slide, deciding to overlook her math skills. He'd hate to be sulked by Yumi, his light in the darkness that is his life.
Yumi leaned towards Kaito, her generous breasts accidentally brushing against his arm.
— Everything okay? she asked.
— Y-yes, he backed away to avoid contact, and well... have a good class!
He went to the back of the classroom, where his chair is located.
"Fuck," he thought, "she's going to drive me crazy... I wish she loved me as much as I love her..."
The sun's rays filter through the windows, bathing the classroom in a golden light. The silhouettes of the students come to life, their shadows dancing on the walls as Yumi, at the center of attention, laughs with her friends, her long black hair capturing the light.
As he was about to get up to stretch his legs just before the first class, he found himself blocked. He looks at his stomach and sees a knife threatening to stab him. It's his worst nightmare, Kenji Makoto, who clearly didn't appreciate the attention Kaito received from Yumi.
— You'd better not approach her, you filthy bastard, growled Kenji, his dark eyes flashing. You think you can have whatever you want just because you're the son of a shitty yakuza?
Kaito felt his blood boiling in his veins, but he gritted his teeth to not give in to anger.
— Leave me alone, Kenji. I haven't done anything to deserve your hatred.
— You think that's hate? Kenji sneered. It's a warning, Laid. Stay in your place, or you'll regret it.
Laid. A nasty nickname given to Kaito to mock the fact that he's still a virgin. His harassers called him that, thinking that was the reason he'd never had sex.
— Or what? You'll stab me right in the middle of class? Kaito retorted, defiant.
Kenji leaned towards him, the knife pressing a little harder against his stomach.
— I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty, he murmured in a threatening voice. And I'm not afraid of you either, bastard.
Kaito held his gaze without flinching, refusing to show his fear.
— You don't scare me, Kenji. You're just a tyrant abusing your power. One day, someone will put you in your place.
— You're the one who's going to put me in my place? Kenji mocked. Don't dream, Ugly. You're nothing but a nobody.
At that moment, a girl tries to intervene; she seems to know Kenji well.
— Hey! Stop that! Do you really feel more like pissing people off since you became a gang leader or what, Kenji?!
Kenji turns around.
— Hey, shut up, bitch. An easy girl like you has nothing to say to me.
It was at that moment that he began to grasp his classmate's two breasts. His hands gripped the plump curves, shaping the voluptuous curves under the taut fabric. The fingers sank into the firm flesh, kneading the milky globes in the dim light of the room. The girl's ragged gasps mingled with the aggressor's low, guttural grunts. The metallic clinking of rings hitting the buttons of the torn blouse echoed in the silent room. The soft, warm skin of the firm breasts contrasted with the coolness of the ambient air. The delicate weight of the curves filled his hands, the fingers sinking slightly into the tender flesh. Kenji's thumbs began to trace lazy circles around the nipples, which quickly hardened under the stimulation. The erect nipples pointed proudly forward, reacting to every touch. Kenji took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it lightly, making the girl moan with pain and pleasure mixed together.
— You like that, don't you, bitch? growled Kenji, short of breath, his eyes fixed on the girl's generous breasts. Tell me you like it.
The girl suddenly seems very submissive, Kenji's technique throwing her off. Kaito watches, taken aback, wondering if it's even possible to have such a technique that a girl would moan that much.
— Yes... yes, I like it, she gasps in response, her cheeks red with shame and excitement. Satisfied, Kenji moves to the other nipple, repeating the same treatment, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between his aggressive fingers. The girl moans louder. The girl's breasts quiver under Kenji's brutal caresses, her nipples hard and swollen.
He finally lets her go, turns to Kaito, and says: "Tonight, after school, you're dead."
During math class, Kaito knew he was in deep shit. He was going to get beaten up by Kenji because he stood up to him even though he's just a powerless loser.
"Fuck... I'm so stupid, why didn't I shut up?!", he exclaimed.
Suddenly, a blue system window appeared before him.
"H-huh? What's this?"
No one seemed to see the blue window. Yet it was tangible when Kaito touched it. The glass is cool to the touch, contrasting with the ambient warmth of the room. Under his fingers, the smooth, hard surface of the blue window offers firm resistance, testifying to its solid and unchanging presence.
On it was marked: "YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED "
"What? Selected for what?" he thought.
He touches the window and a new message appears:
System Rules
1. The user gains skill points for each erotic action performed on a woman.
2. The more erotic the action, the greater the number of points gained.
3. The more desirable the woman, the higher the point multiplier.
Quest: Tutorial
Description: Look at Yumi's panties (0/1) times
In case of failure: Death
— WHAT?!
The whole class hears him, he lowers his tone and thinks:
— What the hell is this? Look at Yumi's panties? In case of failure, de-ath?!
The teacher just asked Yumi to distribute copies.
— I can't make her fall... not her! It's so mean and... gratuitous!
Kaito, desperate, searched for a solution to complete the quest without anyone noticing. Suddenly, he had an idea. He got up from his chair pretending to look for something in his bag. Yumi, focused on her task, didn't pay attention to him. Kaito stealthily approached behind Yumi, leaning in with delight to admire her plump ass. Short of breath and heart pounding, he lowered his eyes and devoured Yumi's tight panties with his gaze. Thin and diaphanous, they revealed the contours of her tender and delicate flesh. Kaito felt a wave of desire rise in him, mixed with a perverse excitement and the fear of being caught.
Quest completed!
+ 10 LP
Yumi's Corruption: 17%
Kaito sits back down properly and observes the completion window. He can't believe it. His fingers tremble slightly, cold and clammy, as he brushes against the smooth, cold surface of the window. The glass, rigid beneath his palms, doesn't yield under the pressure of his hands.
— What are LP? Oh and I have some kind of corruption bar with... Yumi?! 17%!?
Kaito felt a crushing weight fall on his shoulders, his eyes darkening under the burden of disappointment.
— Oh, and at 20%-
Kaito is suddenly dragged and slammed against a locker by Kenji, too impatient to beat him up to wait until evening. Kenji's calloused fingers brutally grip Kaito's arm, the pressure of his nails digging into his flesh. The cold, rough metal of the locker crushes against his back, while the weight of Kenji's body crushes him mercilessly.
— You son of a bitch, are you checking out Yumi's fine ass now?!
— Wh-what?! No!?
Kenji beats him savagely, each of his blows full of rage and hatred raining down on Kaito's defenseless body. The attacker's fists smash against his flesh, leaving reddish marks and bruises that quickly bloom on his already bruised skin.
Kenji thinks: "Fuck, why am I so weak? Shit, I'm really tired of getting beaten up by this idiot. I should be able to defend myself, but no, I'm pathetic. I feel so helpless and frustrated."
He glanced over his attacker's shoulder at the blue window that had turned into a stat and skill purchase window. They were all overpriced except "Random Abilities Box, C-Rank".
Kaito thought very hard about the box and opens it
OPENING A CAPACITY BOX - RANK C. PRICE: 10 LP.
ACQUISITION:
- SLAP (level 1)
- UNDIFFERENTIATED HANDS (1 mp/s)
Kaito didn't pay attention to the second skill. He focused hard on the first one and raised his hand.
SLAP USAGE (level 1).
The sharp, distinct clap of a pair of hands resonates in the air, punctuating the ambient silence with a high-pitched, abrupt note. The sound reverberates briefly before quickly fading into the atmosphere. Kenji, wide-eyed, now wore an expression full of surprise and anger.
— YOU SLAPPED ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH?!
He dealt him a blow to the stomach before a teacher arrived. He approaches Kaito's face.
— Tonight, you're dead. Don't even try to run away.
Around them, students comment on what just happened.
— He really provoked Kenji... the poor guy, he's dead...
— He doesn't know who he is? Like, the boss of the biggest gang in the neighborhood?! He's going to get chopped up alive!
Kaito stood up, his legs trembling. He was suffering from the numerous blows he had endured, but somehow, he returned to his place, in his classroom. He watched Kenji who, when Yumi passed by, languorously slapped her ass. The loud slap of the hand on the skin echoed in the room with a sensual rhythm. The dull and suggestive noises filled the air, creating a heavy and erotic atmosphere. The dim light highlighted Yumi's undulating curves, making her jet-black hair sparkle. Yumi's plump ass was suddenly illuminated by the abrupt slap of Kenji's palm, creating a striking contrast between the young woman's milky skin and her attacker's tanned palm. The dim light highlighted Yumi's voluptuous curves, making her jet-black hair sparkle. The dull and suggestive noises filled the air, creating a heavy and torrid atmosphere.
— Kyaa! Kenji! You idiot! Why are you touching me like that?!
— Rooh, it's just a joke, relax Yumi!
— Even so... that was mean...
Yumi blushes a little, Yumi's cheeks turn a faint shade of red, betraying an unexpected shyness. A light flush colors her pale complexion, contrasting with the vibrant green of her eyes. It would seem she has a weakness for bad boys. That's when something violently shattered inside Kaito, shattering his last illusions. Why did Kenji, that arrogant bastard, have the right to touch Yumi? Why not him, Kaito, who had been burning with desire for her all along? Why was he so pathetically weak, unable to defend himself or claim what was rightfully his? Why did he have to endure the beatings and humiliations every fucking day, like a beaten dog? Why was he stuck in this hellish high school, surrounded by these pretentious assholes? WHY WAS THIS SHITTY LIFE HIS, GODDAMMIT!!!???
His thoughts were interrupted by the blue window of his stats.
PROFILE: KAITO NAKAMURA
LP: 0
SKILLS:
SLAP (level 1) [+ (5)]
UNDIFFERENTIATED HANDS (1 mp/s)
But what intrigued him the most was the small plus symbol next to [SLAP]. He pressed it and received a notification.
LOGIC ERROR.
YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH LP TO UPGRADE THIS SKILL.
EARN LP BY PERFORMING PERVERTED ACTIONS ON WOMEN.
Kaito was taken aback reading this notification.
— Huh?!
Perverse actions?!
How is that even possible?!
He thought.
Suddenly, Yumi came towards him.
— Kaito~ shall we eat together?
She asked, placing her bento on the table, her voluptuous breasts accidentally brushing against his arm, then sitting down next to him.
The blue window changed text to display a request to launch the tutorial.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO LAUNCH THE TUTORIAL TO LEARN HOW TO EARN LPs?
[YES] [NO]
Kaito was torn between doubt and desire. On one hand, a little voice whispered that this blue window was just the fruit of his unbridled imagination, a chimera born from his repressed urges. On the other hand, the opportunity that presented itself was too good to be true, a waking dream that he couldn't bring himself to dismiss with a wave of his hand. And what if it was really possible? If this strange system could offer him the keys to an unprecedented power, a revenge against all those who had despised and humiliated him? Kaito felt a dull excitement rising within him, tinged with apprehension. He bit his lip, his eyes riveted on the blue window, torn between the burning desire to seize this unexpected chance and the fear of sinking into madness. And finally, he pressed YES.