Rem woke to the sound of farmers heading to their fields.
Her neck was stiff, her back ached from sleeping on cold cobblestones, and for one blissful moment, she thought maybe the whole thing had been a nightmare. Some kind of fever dream brought on by too many energy drinks and not enough sleep.
Then she tried to sit up and felt the weight on her chest.
"Fuck," she muttered, her voice still that high, feminine tone that sounded wrong in her own ears.
The alley was still dim, dawn light barely filtering through the gaps between buildings. Above, the massive dome stretched across the sky, its energy barrier shimmering faintly. Stars were still visible beyond it—a reminder that this world was real, that she was trapped here.
She pushed herself to her feet, stumbling slightly as her body betrayed her again. Even after a night in this body, the proportions felt alien. The curves, the different weight distribution, the way her hips moved when she walked—all of it wrong.
Her bladder chose that moment to make itself known.
"Great. Just fucking great."
Finding a secluded corner deeper in the alley, Rem dealt with the problems of the female body for the first time. It was awkward, uncomfortable, and humiliating in a way that had nothing to do with the system or Aria's punishment. Just the simple reality of being in a different body.
His dick was gone! it was all so sad to see it, his weapon had been taken away from him by that damn goddess.
"How do women deal with this shit?" she growled, refastening her pants—the same starter clothes she'd been wearing since arriving. They were dirty now, wrinkled from sleeping in them, and she definitely needed to change.
Her stomach rumbled painfully, reminding her of another problem: she had no food. No money except for Lust Points, which couldn't buy her actual sustenance. Just skills, items, and lewd outfits from a divine store.
Rem made her way out of the alley, squinting in the brightening dawn. The farming dome city was waking up around her—simple wooden buildings, cobblestone streets, the smell of earth and growing things. It would've been peaceful if she weren't so fucking miserable.
She found a public fountain in a small plaza, the water clear and cold. Splashing her face helped wake her up, washing away some of the grime. When she cupped her hands to drink, her reflection stared back at her from the water's surface.
Golden blonde hair, heart-shaped face, large eyes. Beautiful. Stunning, even.
And completely not her.
"This is really my life now," she whispered to her reflection.
The beautiful woman in the water stared back, lips moving in sync with hers.
A few early-morning farmers passed through the plaza, heading toward the fields beyond the residential area. They did double-takes when they saw her—a gorgeous stranger at the fountain, clearly not local. One older man nodded politely. A younger guy openly stared until his companion elbowed him.
Rem glared at them both. "Yeah, yeah, keep walking, assholes."
They hurried on.
She pulled up her status mentally, the translucent screen appearing in her vision. Current LP: 50. LST: 8. The marketplace quest would start in... she checked the timer. Seven hours. The objective was clear: walk through the busy marketplace wearing the provided outfit, make eye contact with at least ten people, don't hide.
Reward: 100 LP, with a possible 50 LP bonus for receiving a compliment.
The "Beginner's Outfit" waited in her inventory. She'd seen the preview last night—crop top and tight shorts, the though of even wearing that thing made her want to vommit, but what other choice did she have? She had to do it if she hoped to ever afford anything useful from the store. Basic Strike cost 500 LP. She was at 50. Ten quests like last night's would get her one basic attack skill.
The math was depressing.
Rem stood, shaking water from her hands. She had seven hours to scout the area, find the marketplace, and mentally prepare herself. Might as well make use of the time.
The city really was small—maybe three thousand people total, from what she remembered of her original project notes. This was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone.
Which made her, a beautiful stranger, stand out even more.
She wandered the waking streets, getting her bearings. The residential area was clustered near the center, with farmland radiating outward toward the dome's edge. The marketplace sat in the main square—already she could see vendors setting up their stalls, laying out produce and goods.
The smell of fresh bread drew her like a magnet.
The bakery was a small wooden building with a cheerful sign hanging above the door. Through the window, she could see a middle-aged woman pulling loaves from a stone oven, her face flushed from the heat.
Rem's stomach growled again, painful and insistent.
Before she could think better of it, she pushed open the door.
The baker looked up, surprised. "Oh! Good morning, dear. You're up early." Her eyes swept over Rem, taking in the wrinkled clothes, the exhausted look. Concern immediately softened her features. "New in town? You look like you've had a rough night."
"I..." Rem fumbled for a story. "Just arrived yesterday. From... from the outer zones. I'm a refugee."
It was a common enough tale. People displaced by monster attacks, fleeing to the safety of other cities. The baker's expression melted into pure sympathy.
"Oh, you poor thing! Come, sit down." She gestured to a small chair near the counter. "You must be starving. Here—"
She grabbed a fresh loaf, still warm, and pressed it into Rem's hands. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment which just made her look more flustered.
"I can't—" Rem started, but her stomach betrayed her with another loud growl.
The baker—her nametag read 'Elena'—laughed warmly. "Nonsense. Everyone needs help sometimes. Consider it a welcome gift."
Rem stared at the bread, then at Elena's kind face. She wanted to refuse on principle—accepting charity felt pathetic. But she was genuinely starving, and pride wouldn't fill her stomach.
"Thank you," she managed, her voice quieter than intended.
"What's your name, dear?"
"Rem."
"Well, Rem, welcome to our little corner of the world. It's not much, but it's safe here." Elena turned back to her oven, pulling out more loaves. "You look exhausted. Did you find a place to stay?"
"Not yet. I just... I needed to rest."
"Hmm. Well, the old Hendrick place has been empty for months. Might be able to arrange something if you need shelter." Elena glanced back at her. "But eat first. You'll feel better with food in your belly."
Rem tore into the bread. It was simple—just flour, water, yeast, salt—but it tasted incredible after a night of hunger. She ate half the loaf before forcing herself to slow down.
A gentle chime sounded in her mind, and text appeared in her vision:
Optional Side Quest Unlocked: Kindness Repaid. Return the baker's favor somehow. Reward: 25 LP. No time limit. No penalty for ignoring.
Rem blinked. Not all quests were sexual? That was... unexpected.
She filed it away, finishing the bread while Elena chatted about the city, the harvest season, the general peaceful life they had here. It was almost surreal—this normal, kind interaction in the middle of her nightmare.
When she finally stood to leave, Elena waved off her thanks.
"Just take care of yourself, dear. And if you need anything, you know where to find me."
Rem stepped back out into the morning sun, feeling slightly better than before The bread had helped. Elena's kindness had helped, even if Rem didn't want to admit it.
She made her way toward the marketplace, scouting the area for the quest ahead. It was already busier—vendors arranging fruit, cloth, tools, all the necessities of farm life. By midday, it would be packed with people.
All of whom would stare at her when she walked through in that fucking outfit. Damn it
Rem estimated fifty to a hundred people would be there during peak hours. The marketplace wasn't huge, but it was the social center of the city. Everyone would see her. Everyone would stare.
Her chest tightened with dread.
"Ten people," she muttered to herself. "Just make eye contact with ten people. Get the LP. Never do it again."
Even as she thought it, she knew it was a lie. There would be more quests. More humiliation. The system was designed to break her down piece by piece until she became exactly what Aria wanted.
A cock-hungry slut who existed for sexual gratification.
"Fuck that," Rem growled. "I'll do the quests. I'll get strong. But I'm not giving that bitch the satisfaction of breaking me, soon il gain strength and fuck that bitch myself"
A small voice in the back of her mind whispered that it might not be up to her. That the corruption was already starting. Her Lust stat had risen to 8 after last night's quest. Just two more points until she hit the threshold Aria had mentioned—when "urges" would start manifesting.
She shoved the thought away.
As she walked past a small park area, a little girl came running down the path, chasing after a ball. She didn't see Rem until the last second, stumbling and dropping the rag doll she'd been carrying.
Rem caught the doll automatically, handing it back.
The girl looked up at her with wide eyes. "You're really pretty, miss!"
"Uh... thanks?" She was a man god damn it!! she was handsome, not pretty!
A woman came hurrying after the girl—her mother, clearly. "Mira! I told you not to run off!" She scooped up the child, then noticed Rem. "I'm so sorry—thank you for catching that. She's always losing it."
"It's fine."
The mother studied her for a moment. "New here? I haven't seen you around."
"Refugee. Just arrived yesterday."
"Oh." the look in her eyes changed to something akin pity. "Well, welcome. This is a safe place—you'll like it here. Quiet, everyone knows everyone." She smiled warmly. "I'm Sarah. If you need anything, just ask around. People here are friendly."
"Thank you."
Sarah carried Mira off, the little girl waving goodbye over her shoulder. Rem watched them go, something uncomfortable twisting in her chest.
These people were kind. While creating this world, he felt no remorse of guilt, but now that he was trapped here, things changed, now now, he wasnt the kind of person to go around feeling bad for people, but that was before this.
Before, they'd just been background characters. NPCs in a story designed to showcase sex and power fantasies.
Now they felt real.
"Focus," Rem told herself harshly. "Survive now. Im basically the god of these fuckers."
She spent the next few hours wandering, learning the layout of the city, avoiding people when she could. The sun climbed higher. The day grew warmer. And the timer in her vision counted down relentlessly.
At nine-thirty, Rem made her way to the public bathhouse.
It was a simple building near the marketplace, used by farmers to wash up before heading into town. Private stalls lined one wall, basic but functional.
Rem locked herself in one of the stalls and pulled up her inventory. The Beginner's Outfit shimmered into existence in her hand—crop top and shorts, exactly as revealing as she remembered.
She stripped off the starter clothes, confronting the body again in the privacy of the stall. The curves, the softness, the way everything moved differently. Still surreal. Still wrong.
She stared at her enormous breast, a hand slowly slithering to touch one ,just to check. she gasped, So damn sensitive.
The crop top went on first. It was tight, emphasizing her boobs, showing off her flat stomach which surprisingly had almost visible abs. The shorts were even worse—skin-tight, hugging her hips and ass like a second skin, riding up slightly to show off her long legs. She felt embarrassed, it was suffocating.
She caught her reflection in the small mirror on the wall.
"I look like a fucking Igstagram thot," she muttered.
But worse than that—her body was responding to the outfit. The tight fabric, the exposed skin, the way it showed off every curve. A flush of heat spread through her, a tingle of arousal she didn't want and couldn't stop.
This was surely the goddess's doing, this body was very sensitive, too damn sensitive even for a girl. Her elevated Lust stat did not help, making her more responsive. Even clothing could trigger it now.
She hated it. Hated this body, hated the system, hated Aria for doing this to her.
Aria: "Looking good~ Ready for your debut? Remember: 10 people, eye contact, no hiding. The more confident you are, the better. Who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy it?"
Rem flipped off the empty air. "Fuck you, Aria."
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Just a few hours. Walk through the marketplace, make eye contact with ten people, earn the LP. Simple.
She could do this.
She had to do this.
Rem stepped out of the bathhouse and made her way toward the marketplace. It was ten in the morning—the quest window had opened.
The moment she entered the market square, heads turned.
Conversations faltered. People stopped mid-motion to stare. A young farmer carrying a crate of vegetables nearly dropped it, his eyes going wide.
Rem felt every gaze like a physical weight. Her face burned with embarrassment, her heart pounding in her chest. The outfit left almost nothing to the imagination—her figure was on full display, drawing eyes from every direction.
The notification in her vision updated: Daily Quest Active—Public Confidence. Progress: 0/10 eye contacts. Bonus: 0/1 compliments. Time remaining: 4:00:00.
"Just ten people," she muttered under her breath. "Just fucking ten."
She forced herself to walk forward, into the crowd.
The first farmer she made eye contact with—a young guy, maybe twenty—dropped the produce he was carrying. Apples rolled across the cobblestones as he stared at her, mouth slightly open. she gently bent down, picking an apple.
One down. Nine to go.
His friend next to him noticed, elbowed him, then looked up to see what the fuss was about. His eyes widened too.
Rem met his gaze deliberately, holding it for a second before looking away. She bit into the sweet fruit, it was not that bad
Two down.
Behind her, she heard whispered conversations:
"Who is that?"
"New girl?"
"Damn..."
"Look at her..."
Rem's free hand clenched into fists. Stop fucking staring, assholes.
But she kept walking, forcing herself not to cover up, not to hide. The quest required confidence. Required her to be seen. she slowly ate, pretending to just walk by, like she wasnt noticing their gazes
Near a vegetable stall, two older women were gossiping. They stopped mid-conversation when they saw her, their expressions shifting from curiosity to clear fluster, maybe even jealousy. Judging her outfit, judging her appearance.
Rem made eye contact with both of them, one after another, her chin lifted in defiance.
Three down. Four down.
The women whispered to each other, shaking their heads. Rem ignored them, moving deeper into the marketplace.
"Hey there, beautiful."
She turned. A handsome young man, mid-twenties, was approaching with a confident smile. Trader, from the look of his better-quality clothes—not a local farmer.
"Haven't seen you around before," he said, his eyes appreciative but not lecherous. "New in town?"
"Just passing through," Rem managed, her voice tight. oh how she wanted to punch this rascal
"Well, you definitely brighten up the place." He offered a hand. "I'm Marcus. And you are?"
"Rem."
"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
A notification appeared: Bonus Objective Complete! Received compliment. +50 LP pending.
Rem almost laughed. That was the bonus? Some guy hitting on her?
"Thanks," she said, making eye contact with him.
Five down.
Marcus gestured toward the market. "Need someone to show you around? I know all the best stalls."
"I'm good, thanks." she gave a somewhat uninterested look
He backed off with a shrug and a smile, clearly interested but not pushy. "Well, if you change your mind, I'm usually around the cloth merchant's stall. See you around, Rem."
He walked off, and Rem let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
Aria: "Ooh, you're doing well! See? Being a pretty girl has perks~ Keep going!"
"Shut up, Aria," Rem muttered.
She had five more to go. Just five more eye contacts, then she could get out of here, change back into normal clothes, and never think about this again.
An elderly man at a fruit stall was arranging apples. She walked past, caught his eye deliberately.
Six down.
A middle-aged woman examining cloth at a nearby vendor glanced up, saw her, did a double-take.
Seven down.
A young couple was browsing the market, holding hands. The husband's eyes flickered to Rem—automatically, like he couldn't help it. His wife elbowed him, annoyed. Rem made eye contact with him before he could look away.
Eight down.
A farmer was unloading goods from a cart, muscular and covered in honest sweat. He looked up, saw her, froze mid-motion.
Nine down.
One more. Just one more and she was done. her apple was finally finished but the sweet taste was still fresh in her mouth, she licked her lips.
Rem scanned the marketplace, looking for a target. Near the edge of the square, a group of young guys—eighteen, maybe twenty years old—were gathered around a stall, talking and laughing. They noticed her, their conversation trailing off as they watched her walk past.
They weren't being crude about it. Just... appreciating the view. Young guys seeing a beautiful woman.
Rem steeled herself, walked directly past them, and made eye contact with the closest one.
Ten down.
[Quest Complete!'
[Public Confidence]
[Rewards: 100 LP + 50 LP Bonus]
[Current total: 200 LP]
[Stat changes-
[CHA: 18 - 19 ]
[LST: 8 - 9 ]
Aria: "Well done! See, that wasn't so bad~ I noticed your heart rate increased every time someone stared. Starting to enjoy it, aren't you? Don't worry, that's natural~"
Rem felt a surge of rage. "No. Fuck no. I'm not enjoying this."
She fled the marketplace, moving quickly toward the bathhouse. Her face burned, her body felt hot and flushed, hypersensitive in a way that had nothing to do with temperature.
LST at 9. She could feel the difference.
In the privacy of the changing stall, Rem stripped off the revealing outfit and stood there for a moment, breathing hard, trying to calm down.
"Just survive," she whispered to herself. "Just fucking survive."
An hour later, dressed in the starter clothes again, Rem sat in a quiet park area away from the marketplace. She pulled up her status mentally, reviewing the changes.
[Current LP: 200]
Not bad. But she still needed 300 more for Basic Strike. Three more quests like that one.
Or...
She eyed the gacha option. 100 LP per roll. Risky, random rewards, but there was a chance—however small—of getting something good.
No. Better to save up. Gambling was a trap.
A new notification appeared
[Daily Quest Available!]
[Wardrobe Expansion: Purchase and equip a new outfit from the store's clothing section. Wear it for the rest of the day]
[Reward: 75 LP]
[Time limit: before midnight]
[Penalty for refusal: Minor stat debuff (-2 to all stats for 12 hours)]
[store section unlocked: Clothing]
Rem scrolled through the options:
Casual Outfit (Modest): 50 LP
Casual Outfit (Fashionable): 80 LP
Exercise Clothes: 60 LP
Evening Wear (Revealing): 100 LP
Maid Outfit: 120 LP
Swimsuit: 90 LP
She almost laughed. The quest basically paid for itself. She'd spend 50 LP on the modest outfit, complete the quest, and earn 75 LP—netting 25 LP profit.
It was a clever trap, though. Spending LP to earn LP. Making her dependent on the system's economy.
But she genuinely needed different clothes. The starter outfit was filthy.
Rem selected the Casual Outfit (Modest) and confirmed the purchase. The clothing materialized in her inventory—simple jeans and a fitted top. Still showed off her figure, but nothing like the crop top and shorts.
She found another changing area, swapped clothes, and immediately felt better. More comfortable. More like herself, or at least as close as she could get in this body.
[Quest complete!]
[Current LP: 225]
As she walked back through the residential area, she passed Elena's bakery again. The kind baker was outside, sweeping the front step. She looked up and smiled.
"Oh, Rem! You look much better—got yourself settled?"
Rem remembered the optional side quest. Return the baker's kindness somehow.
"About the bread this morning," she said. "Thank you. Really. How much was it?"
Elena waved her off. "Don't worry about it, dear. Take it as a welcoming gift."
"I insist. I want to pay you back."
Elena studied her for a moment, then sighed. "Well, if you really want to help... I could use a hand moving some flour sacks to the back storage. My back's been acting up, and those things are heavy."
"I can do that." how hard could moving sacks be.
Rem followed Elena into the bakery. The flour sacks were... heavy—fifty pounds each, stacked near the oven. Elena pointed toward a storage room in the back.
With her STR of 8, Rem struggled. The sacks were awkward, the weight distributed unevenly, and her new body didn't have the upper body strength she was used to. But she gritted her teeth and hauled them one by one, refusing to quit.
It took twenty minutes of hard, sweaty work. By the end, her arms were shaking and her back ached.
But Elena was genuinely grateful, offering more bread and thanking her profusely.
As Rem left, a notification appeared
[Side Quest Complete]
[Kindness Repaid: +25 LP]
[Special Reward: Baker's Trust established. You can now return to the bakery for basic food supplies]
[Current LP: 250]
A warm feeling spread through her chest—the first genuinely positive interaction she'd had since arriving. Elena had been kind without expecting anything in return, and Rem had been able to help her back.
It felt... good.
Aria: "Aww, how sweet~ You're not completely heartless. Don't worry though, that won't save you from what's coming~"
"Shut up, Aria," Rem muttered, but without much heat, this was already getting old.
By evening, Rem had found shelter—an abandoned shed on the outskirts of the farming area. It wasn't much, just four walls and a roof, but it was better than sleeping on cobblestones.
She gathered some old sacks and cloth scraps to make a makeshift bed, then sat in the gathering darkness, processing the day.
250 LP total. Still 250 short of Basic Strike. At this rate, maybe two or three more days.
But one basic skill wouldn't make her strong. Wouldn't even begin to make her powerful enough to—what? Escape? Fight back against Aria? Survive in a world filled with monsters?
The grind looked endless.
She checked her status again. LST: 9. One point away from the threshold Aria had mentioned. The threshold where "urges" would start manifesting, where resistance would become harder.
Dread coiled in her stomach.
In the distance, she heard a commotion—shouting, people gathering. Lights appeared in the town square.
Curiosity warred with caution. She should stay hidden, stay safe.
But Rem found herself moving toward the noise, keeping to the shadows, getting close enough to see what was happening.
A crowd had gathered in the square. At the center of it—
A young man, early twenties, with dark hair and a handsome face, very handsome. He was wearing worn, plain clothes, but he carried himself with an easy confidence.
And next to him, looking flustered and annoyed—
A woman, also early twenties, beautiful, wearing expensive but practical traveling clothes. She had an air of authority about her, the kind that came from power and privilege.
They were picking up scattered packages from the ground. Apparently they'd collided, and her things had gone everywhere.
"Watch where you're going, idiot!" the woman snapped.
"Sorry, didn't see you there!" the young man said, helping gather her belongings. His tone was apologetic, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"I can do it myself!" She tried to snatch the packages away, but there were too many.
He helped anyway, flashing a smile. Their hands touched accidentally as they both reached for the same item.
She yanked her hand back like she'd been burned. "I said I don't need help!"
But her face was flushed. Classic tsundare response.
The crowd watched, fascinated. The woman clearly didn't belong here—too refined, too expensive, too out of place in a farming dome. her beauty was next level.
Rem stared at the scene, recognition hitting her like a physical blow.
She knew this scene. She'd written this scene.
The young man was Kaisen. The protagonist of her story. so they meet huh
The woman was Elise Hartwell—daughter of Commander Hartwell, one of the most powerful women in the central dome cities. Elise herself was skilled, intelligent, and powerful in her own right. But she was here hiding from political issues back home.
This was the first of many arcs to come. Thy meeting with the cute first female lead.
In the original plot, they'd meet through this collision. Elise would be cold and arrogant, hiding her interest. Kaisen would be persistently charming. In a few days, bandits would attack them, targeting Elise specifically. Kaisen would save her. She'd gradually fall for him despite herself, classic tsundere-to-dere progression. First harem member acquired.
Rem had written this a hundred times in various drafts.
And now it was happening in front of her.
Elise gathered her things with an irritated huff. "Just... stay out of my way from now on."
She stormed off toward the inn, servants rushing to help her.
Kaisen watched her go, an amused smile on his face. He'd clearly found her interesting despite—or because of—her prickly attitude.
The attraction was already forming. The story was in motion.
For a brief moment, Kaisen glanced in Rem's direction. Their eyes almost met across the crowd but she ducked back into the shadows, heart pounding. Did he see her?
No. He turned away, heading off into the evening, that confident smile still on his face.
Rem stood in the darkness, mind racing.
"So that's him. The protagonist. And that's Elise—daughter of Commander Hartwell, hiding out here from whatever political shitstorm she's caught in."
The whole fucking story she'd written was actually happening. her denial was already gone, now only dread remained
Kaisen would live out his perfect hero fantasy, building his harem, gaining power, saving people. The spotlight, the glory, the girls falling for him one by one, and all the sex a man could have then more.
Meanwhile she was stuck doing these quests in the shadows, earning scraps of LP, slowly being corrupted by a system designed by a divine shitface.
"Fine," Rem muttered. "Let him have his perfect harem plot. I'll get strong my way."
But a thought occurred to her—one that sent a chill down her spine.
She knew the story. She knew what was coming next. The bandit attack in a few days. The dungeon arc after that. The political intrigue, the monster waves, all of it.
Meta-knowledge. That was her advantage.
"Maybe I can use that," she whispered. "Maybe I can—"
A system notification appeared, cutting off her thoughts.
[Milestone Reached!]
[LST: 9 - 10]
[New quest types unlocked]
["Urges" will now manifest periodically. Resistance will become more difficult]
Aria's message followed: "Congratulations, Rem~ You've reached the first threshold. Things are about to get much more... interesting. Sweet dreams~"
Rem stared at the notification, jaw clenched.
The system was tightening its grip.
And she had no idea how to stop it.
"...Fuck."