[Welcome To The System]
A translucent panel shimmered before my eyes, softly glowing in the quiet of my room.
[What would you like to do?]
I stared at the screen, heart pounding, as my mind raced to understand the endless possibilities. Tentatively, I thought, 'What are your functions?'
[A system's functions are defined by its host. It displays your stats, abilities, and skills. The host—through their own powers—can give life and form to the system's will.]
I sat back, absorbing the flood of information before me. Skill after skill, power after power, each more overwhelming than the last. 'I'm broken,' I thought, a grin pulling at my lips. 'Even with just a couple of these—like [All of Creation] or [Core of Destruction]—I'd be near unstoppable. Heck, even with just {Template Stacking} And [Save And Laod] , I'd become a true powerhouse. But combined... I'm invincible.'
Looking closer at myself, I saw the reasons behind my surprising appearance. A mix of {Body Turn-Up} with the passive effects of [Beautiful] and [For Beauty] made sense now—no wonder I looked so striking.
And then my eyes wandered across some of the more... unusual skills—[Harem God], [Golden Rod], [Feminizer], and {Broken Taboos}. A mischievous smirk crossed my face. With these, creating the harem of my dreams would be effortless.
My thoughts drifted to my family. My mother, Mamako, was straight out of the notorious anime Okaasan Online—the perfect sexy MILF archetype. My father, due to the constant passive effect of [Feminizer], had developed an unexpectedly androgynous appearance and looked exactly like the character who was not named from Stature of a Woman 175. My sisters hailed from distinct anime worlds too: one from My One-Hit Kill Sister and the other from Oreimo. Even my younger brother had origins in a hentai so obscure I could barely recall its name—something about harsh sibling training and twisted bonds.
It all clicked. This family wasn't just a coincidence—they were tailor-made for the kind of world ROB had envisioned. A perfect, tailor-cut harem.
Smiling with quiet determination, I made my decision. If this world was my new stage, then my harem would begin here. And the first member I ... would be my mother.
{Time-Skip: Night}
With these thoughts in my mind, I made my way towards my mother's room Using {Covert Talent} i made myself hidden, peeking inside. I found my mother and father awake, engaged in an intimate dance of rejection and desire. The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a nightlamp, casting shadows that danced across the walls.
My father, Noae, stood naked, his smooth, almost feminine skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His hairless body was toned, almost ethereal, with a delicate curve to his hips that made him appear androgynous. His ass was rounded and firm, a perfect sphere that seemed to defy gravity. "He's almost too pretty," I mused, a seed of an idea planting itself in my mind. "Maybe I should push that femininity a bit further. Make him even more... delicate."
My mother, on the other hand, was a vision of allure. She wore a white lingerie set that accentuated every curve of her body. Her D-cup breasts were encased in delicate lace, the soft swell of her cleavage spilling over the top, inviting the eye to linger. The lingerie hugged her hips, the thin fabric clinging to her thighs, hinting at the secrets beneath. "Mmm, Mom, you're a vision," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Those curves, that lingerie... you're practically begging for it."
With my [Pervert Detector] skill, I could sense the lewd thoughts swirling in her mind. Her eyes, usually so calm and composed, were now filled with a hunger that was unmistakable. It was as if she was imagining me, her son, in ways that were both taboo and thrilling. "She wants it," I thought, a smirk playing on my lips. "She wants me. And tomorrow, she'll have me."
'So that's why you're rejecting father's advances, huh. Naughty girl,' I thought, a smirk playing on my lips. I made a decision then and there - tomorrow would be the day I made her mine.
Before leaving, I couldn't help but steal one last glance at my father's anatomy. His penis, standing at a modest 3 inches or 7.5 cm, was surprisingly small, almost dainty. "Maybe I should enhance that too," I pondered, a wicked thought crossing my mind. "Make him even more... submissive."
With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I retreated to my room, a sense of anticipation and excitement coursing through my veins. Tomorrow was going to be good.