I pounded my fist against the desk in frustration, the sound echoing through my room. My other hand hovered over the mouse, ready to click next, but the sight on the monitor froze me in place.
"Fuck… fuck!" I spat, my voice cracking with irritation.
"How the hell could this just happen?" I muttered to myself, staring at the screen like it had personally betrayed me. Everything was going fine—perfect even. I mean, it's a porn game, right? What could possibly go wrong? It's supposed to be simple: pick the heroine, enjoy the ride, bust a nut, and move on. That's the whole damn point.
But no. Out of nowhere, the game decided to pull a grimdark plot twist. One of the heroines—one of the good ones, the ones I actually liked—died. Not for any logical reason either. Just… as a cheap excuse to give the fucking main character some tragic motivation to "fight for his shit." Like I give a damn about that.
My whole mood shattered in an instant. I wasn't playing for some edgy story arc. I was here to fap. Now I sat naked from the waist down, staring at a monitor that had successfully killed my erection. My dick had gone limp, my head was buzzing with anger, and all I could think was who the hell writes a porn game like this?
"I swear, I'll kill the bastard who made this," I growled through clenched teeth. Sure, the writing was good—great even—but that wasn't the point. I didn't want a masterpiece of storytelling. I just wanted to nut. Was that too much to ask?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. It was like my rage was building to some absurd level—no, beyond absurd. My frustration felt like it was going over 9000.
And then it happened.
The computer screen flickered, went black, and for a moment I thought I'd broken it. Then, with a sudden flash of blinding light, golden words appeared across the screen. I squinted, blinking hard until my vision adjusted.
[ Congratulations for getting a chance to gain a system ]
[ Please choose from option Yes or No to gain the system ]
"…What the fuck?" I whispered, staring at the glowing text.
It felt… familiar. Déjà vu. Almost like the opening scene of the very game I had been playing—the one where the protagonist unlocked some bullshit hypnotism spell. But this wasn't the game. This was my actual computer.
I leaned back in my chair, confusion crawling up my spine. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked out loud, though there was no one to answer me.
A "system"? Really? What kind of crap was this? Some elaborate mod? Malware? Or was I just so sleep-deprived I was hallucinating?
I didn't stick around to find out. I slammed the power button, shutting the whole thing down. Screw this. It was already late, and I wasn't about to deal with some weird cosmic pop-up in the middle of my porn game session.
Whatever the hell it was—virus, prank, or something else—I'd deal with it tomorrow. For now, I just wanted sleep.
And I just did that—I fucking slept like the angry log I was. Didn't even bother putting on pants either, because screw that. I was too pissed off and too damn sleepy to care. So yeah, I crashed.
When I finally woke up hours later, the anger from last night had cooled off a little, though the frustration was still there, buzzing faintly at the back of my head. "God damn it," I muttered, rubbing my face as the memory of that cursed game came back to me.
Three days. I had played that shit for three days straight—over fours hours each day—and for what? For some bullshit grimdark twist that made my dick shrivel in horror? Fuck that.
No way I was going back to it. Even if the MC magically won, which I seriously doubted, that dumb bastard was weaker and hornier than me combined.
And the author? Yeah, they clearly thought it was a good idea to make the protagonist a useless piece of shit fumbling around against some secret organization that had been lurking in the shadows for who knows how long.
I shook my head and pushed myself out of bed. Today was Sunday. A holy day. A day for me to redeem myself with a better porn game, one that wouldn't screw me over with random tragedy.
Bathroom, morning ritual, done. I'd get breakfast later. For now, the important thing was the computer.
I sat down, cracked my knuckles, and started planning my search. Which game would I try? Honestly, I preferred the ones where the MC was just a normal guy with a dirty mind, not some hyper-pervert with a harem's worth of experience already under his belt.
And if I could avoid seeing the MC's face, even better. Because let's be honest—most of the time the dude looked like some random ugly bastard that ruined the mood, and when he didn't, he looked too perfect. Like the devs spent all their budget polishing his jawline while the heroines looked like pale Unity stock models.
So yeah, faceless MCs or bust.
With that thought in mind, I turned on my computer, ready to open my browser. But then—my heart skipped.
The golden text was still there.
"…What the fuck," I whispered, squinting at the screen.
There it was, glowing like some divine commandment, asking me the same damn thing:
[ YES ]
[ NO ]
I leaned back in my chair, groaning. "This shit is still here? Even after I shut the damn thing off?" The window should've force-closed the second I powered down last night. But nope. Somehow it was waiting for me.
Fine. Whatever. I narrowed my eyes at the options. Part of me wanted to click [YES], just to see what would happen. But my hand, in its infinite wisdom, dragged the cursor straight to [NO].
Click.
And then—fireworks. Literal fireworks exploded across the screen in a dazzling display.
"Wait, what?" My jaw dropped as the words appeared.
[ Congratulations for gaining the system. Downloading starts now. ]
"…HUH?!" I shouted. I clicked NO, damn it! NO! Not YES!
Before I could rage further, dizziness slammed into me out of nowhere. My head swam, my vision blurred, and my body went slack. I barely had time to mutter a curse before I slumped in my chair, unconscious.
Meanwhile, my computer happily ticked along.
0%… 50%… then creeping 1% at a time until it finally hit 100%.
[ Installation beginning… ]
[ Installation completed. ]
That was the last thing the screen displayed before my whole room was swallowed in blinding white light.
When the glow faded, everything looked… wrong. My bed, my mattress, the random crap on my floor—it was all still there. But my computer? The sleek 2020s machine I'd been using? Gone. Replaced by some chunky 1990s relic sitting on an old-school desk straight out of a thrift store.
I didn't notice any of it. I was still out cold, breathing evenly like nothing had happened, slumped in my chair. Just sleeping.
Soundly.