I got dumped.
That's right, on the valentine's day my girlfriend Natasha dumped me for the rich guy her parents chose.
Well my life sucked anyways, and now it sucked even more. I checked the beer bottle but it was already out, then I checked my bank account only to see 1.43$. I looked at the sky, pointing at the full moon then shouted. "I Adrian Chase has officially became broke"
I slumped back against the cracked brick wall outside my apartment, letting the bitter wind slap my face. The neon lights from the corner convenience store flickered like they were mocking me. Natasha… yeah, she probably already had her new boyfriend taking her out to some fancy dinner while I was here, contemplating how sad a life could get.
I kicked a stray soda can. "Fantastic," I muttered. "Broke, alone, and dumped by the only girl I liked… Thanks, universe. Real nice."
I jumped across the road only to fell down, when I tried to stand up I was greeted by a blind light and a loud honk.
I didn't even get the chance to scream.
The world went white. The honk swallowed everything. And then—nothing.
When I opened my eyes again, it wasn't asphalt I was lying on. It was… velvet?
My fingers sank into soft red sheets. The air smelled faintly of flowers and smoke, like incense burning in some noblewoman's chamber. My headache was gone, my body felt strangely light—almost too light.
Then I noticed the women besides me.
She was lying there, sleeping. Long golden hair spread across the pillow, pale skin glowing in the candlelight. A thin gown clung to her curves, barely covering anything. My eyes widened.
In a panic, I tried to move carefully… but my hand brushed against her side.
She stirred slightly, and murmured softly, still half-asleep: "Aren't you a little shy today…? Do the thing you did yesterday…"
Before I could react, her hand had already slid over mine, guiding it to her breast. My brain short-circuited. She gave a small sigh, then went back to sleep, like nothing happened.
I sat there, frozen, heart hammering, staring at the sleeping queen. Lady, what the hell just happened?
Then a faint ding echoed in my head.
[Degenerate System Activated]
Life Expectancy: 3 Days
Optimal Method to Extend Life: Sexual Intercourse With Women.
I swallowed hard. My entire life had just become… this.
I froze, my hand still pressed against her soft, warm skin. My heart was pounding so hard I could swear it echoed in my ears.
I swallowed, my voice barely a whisper, afraid of waking her. "Wh-what kind of… fucked-up system is this? And… what kind of mission is this?"
For a second, nothing happened. Then, a text appeared in my vision:
[Then why are you squeezing her boobs?]
I almost choked. Wh-what!? My eyes went wide as I jerked my hand back, mumbling incoherently. "I-I-I didn't mean to! I… she… she's asleep!"
Another line popped up:
[Do you want to die in three days, or are you finally going to do your job?]
I felt like my brain was melting. My entire life—broke, dumped, crushed by the universe—had just escalated into some sick, twisted medieval sugar mommy survival game.
I glanced at her again. The women's chest rose and fell softly. Her hand had gone back to her side. She was still asleep. My mind spun faster than a windmill in a storm.
"Do my job? Absorb… life force… by sleeping with… her…?!"
A shiver ran down my spine. This was insane. Absolutely insane. And yet… somehow, impossibly, I couldn't stop thinking about the soft weight in my hand, the warmth of her skin, the faint scent of her hair…
Another line appeared:
[Three days left. Get moving, or die.]
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I can't… I can't believe this is my life now…"
I stayed frozen for a few seconds, heart still hammering in my chest, trying not to breathe too loud. She was still lying there, her body half-covered in the thin gown that clung to her in all the wrong ways, delicate curves highlighted by the soft glow of candlelight. My hand hovered uncertainly in the air before instinctively inching closer.
The system interface had gone silent, normal now—just the usual status bars floating faintly in my vision. Life expectancy, stats, energy… nothing judgmental, nothing mocking. It was just there, like a cold, neutral reminder of why I was here.
I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse race, and my hand drifted down to her side again, hesitating before brushing against the soft fabric of her chest. The warmth beneath the thin gown was overwhelming, and before I knew it, my fingers were resting against her breasts, feeling the gentle swell beneath her delicate skin.
She stirred slightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips. My hand froze. But she didn't push me away. Instead, she murmured, her voice low and trembling, "I'm all yours… don't need to hurry…"
Her words, soft and breathy, made my stomach knot. She wasn't panicking, wasn't resisting—she sounded… willing, almost pleading, and it wasn't until that moment I realized she thought it was someone else, someone familiar.
I swallowed again, my hands shaking, and began to explore cautiously, teasing her nipples between my fingers. A soft, involuntary moan slipped from her lips, and I froze, eyes wide. She whimpered again, curling slightly into the touch, murmuring, "Ah… yes… don't stop… gently… please…"
My mouth drifted closer to her neck, pressing light kisses against the nape. Her skin was soft, fragrant, and warm beneath my lips. She shivered slightly, pressing herself closer against me without opening her eyes, letting me trace kisses down the curve of her neck, nuzzling and teasing.
A tiny, soft sigh escaped her throat, and I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest against my hand as I continued teasing her nipples, rolling them carefully between my fingers. Each whimper and breathy moan made my pulse skyrocket, and I had to fight not to let everything spiral out of control.
She whispered again, soft and trembling, "Don't rush… I… I'm yours…" Her voice was so fragile, so vulnerable, it made my hands shake even more. I leaned closer, pressing my lips to her shoulder, nipping lightly, feeling her shiver and let out soft moans. Her hands twitched slightly beneath the gown, as if reaching for me even while half-asleep, and I realized just how delicate and exposed she was beneath me.
I dared to tease more boldly, pinching and rolling her nipples with my fingers while trailing kisses down her collarbone, soft murmurs escaping her lips. She whimpered again, small sounds of pleasure that filled the quiet chamber, and each reaction made my control falter a little.
Her breathing grew heavier, her small, breathy moans and delicate whimpers guiding my hands as I continued, tracing my fingers along her sensitive skin, feeling her respond to every touch, every flick of my tongue and lips. She shifted slightly, pressing against me, letting out soft, shaky breaths as I continued teasing, kissing, nipping, running my fingers in slow circles over her sensitive spots.
She murmured again, her voice shaky and soft, "I… I'm yours… all yours… take your time…"
I froze for a moment, heart hammering, mesmerized by the softness of her skin, the fragile whimpers and moans that sounded so intimate, so personal. I could feel every tremble beneath my hands as I continued, teasing her nipples, kissing her nape, making her sigh and whimper in that soft, helpless way that made my control falter entirely.
Time seemed to stretch, endless and slow, with nothing but the warmth of her body beneath my hands, the soft sighs and trembles escaping her lips, guiding me in ways words could never explain. I felt the system watching silently in the background, life force slowly responding to every touch, every gasp, as if counting each reaction and reward.
Her soft moans, her gentle whimpers, the way she trembled beneath my fingers—it was intoxicating. She murmured again, tiny gasps in between, "Don't… hurry… I… I want… ah… you…"
And so I continued, hands exploring, lips trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone, teasing, nipping, pressing just the right amount of attention to her sensitive spots, every soft whimper and breathy moan urging me further, keeping me tethered to the one goal I had: surviving these three days, one touch at a time.