Breakfast arrived, bread with scrambled eggs and bacon. Yukon stared at it and felt nothing. Not even a shred of appetite.
The nurse who brought it over was, in his suddenly brutally honest opinion, the least attractive nurse he had ever seen. She was older, her uniform hung loosely, and she had none of the grace or allure of the nurse who had first walked in.
Normally, he would have been craving something, anything, but his newly awakened instincts had other priorities.
Sex? Yes. Food? Absolutely not.
His hunger for blood had vanished as quickly as it had come. His body rejected the meal, and even the thought of touching this nurse, or anyone remotely similar, made him recoil.
No sane person could feed off this.No one could satisfy his current cravings.Yukon shoved the plate away. Great, so now I'm horny, powerful, and picky. Fantastic.
The nurse kept talking, something about how it was a miracle he survived the car accident, but Yukon wasn't listening. His attention had drifted far beyond this room, beyond these walls.
He could hear everything. Almost anything. But his heightened senses had a clear filter: sexual sounds always got top priority.
The moaning from earlier had faded, replaced by a new conversation.
"Are you sure your husband won't be around this weekend?" a man asked.
"You've asked me that question all week, darling," a woman replied, her voice teasing. "I'm starting to think you're just looking for an excuse not to come."
"Not at all, sugar pie. I'm definitely gonna cum. So will you."
A soft giggle followed, then the faint brush of a kiss, and a spank.
From another room, he caught the muffled voice of a doctor with a patient.
"Relax, Mrs. Bennett. There's only the two of us here," the doctor said. "It's my job as a gynecologist to study these things. Whenever you've got… issues, you come to me. Don't worry, I'll touch you in the most professional way."
Yukon froze. His face burned, heat pooling in places that had suddenly become very aware.
System… why is everything sexual now?
In a strange mix of relief and dread, Yukon's ears caught a familiar voice in the hallway.
"Oh, you mean the miracle boy? He's in Room B25, to your left," a nurse said.
"Miracle boy, ha ha ha. Thank you, ma'am," Donny replied. Yukon could already hear his heavy footsteps approaching. They stopped outside the door. A short sigh, then a knock. Donny stepped in.
The ugly nurse glanced up at him. Donny frowned immediately, then looked away.
"I'm here for a visit," he announced.
"Fine, I'll leave you two to it," the nurse said before walking out.
The moment the door clicked shut, Donny's face lit up with a smug grin.
"You know, apart from revolutionizing physics, discovering gravity, and inventing the laws of motion, Isaac Newton is also remembered for dying a virgin."
"Don't get started, man," Yukon groaned.
"At least he accomplished something. You, on the other hand, almost died as a worthless virgin," Donny shot back, plopping into a chair opposite the bed.
Yukon rolled his eyes, but Donny's grin never faded. "But on a serious note, bro… how the fuck did you recover so fast?"
"I dunno," Yukon shrugged. "Maybe it's really a miracle, like the nurses are saying."
He wanted to tell Donny. God knew they'd been through everything together, since third grade. They'd discovered anime, webnovels, porn, and even the fact that you could "milk the stick" just by working it with your hand. They had both failed to awaken between ten and fifteen, two losers in a world of hunters who had only awakened their desire for women. The only real difference was that Donny wasn't a virgin. He'd paid for it, slipping into back-alley rooms under cover of night, while Yukon kept his "V-card."
But how could he explain this? That he was now some kind of sex-fueled vampire with a system that measured his dick stats? Even for Donny, that was a stretch.
"I thought you were dead for real, man," Donny said suddenly, his tone softening. "The old dude that hit you called an ambulance quick. And get this, the bubble-butt girl came too. Guess she wanted to check out her victim."
Then Donny burst out laughing.
Yukon couldn't hold it in, he laughed too, even though his ribs still ached.
"You really died for nyash, man. That's crazy!" Donny cackled.
Yukon decided it was time to steer the conversation elsewhere.
"Yo, bro… how's college?"
The effect was instant. Donny's eyes lit up like someone had just offered him free porn for life. Yukon didn't even need to guess, only girls could make him look that alive.
"Man, you should get out of this hell hole right the fuck now…" Donny bit his fist dramatically. "The girls there, bro? They're different from high school. Stunning. Sexy. Built to ruin your GPA. They're just waiting to take your virginity."
He leaned forward, eyes blazing with holy conviction.
"I'm talking blondes, redheads, brunettes. Curvy, slim-thick, fat ass, literally the whole vocabulary of porn as we know it."
He paused for effect, squinting at Yukon.
"Bruv… when are you getting discharged?"
"Tomorrow," Yukon admitted.
"Good," Donny slapped his thigh with a grin. "Then it's settled. We're finding you a perfect ten to fuck your brains out. Your virginity ends this week."
Yukon shifted uncomfortably under the sheets. His body was already betraying him, stiff and aching, every curve Donny had described flashing in his mind like an x-rated slideshow.
And then the system's words echoed in his head again.
[Objective 1: Smash at least one girl before week's end.]
Day 1 had just begun.
And Yukon had six days left to lose his virginity, or lose something much worse.