"Four p.m...., don't be late."
Mia's smirk stayed on her face as she adjusted her shirt, her lips looking a bit puffy. She brushed past him, her eyes sharp but unsure, and walked out first.
Akira's heart raced as he stood there, her scent still reaching him even though she was long gone. He could still feel the warmth where her hand had touched his chest.
The system chimed softly in his head.
[REWARD GRANTED: +15 PERV-POINTS]
[BONUS: +1 CONFIDENCE]
"Well done, darling," the voice crooned. "You surprised me. Most hosts panic during their first time. You? You adapted beautifully."
Akira wiped sweat from his brow, still grinning faintly. "So, I'm your little project now?"
"You're my entertainment," the voice replied sweetly. "But I must admit, you're fun to watch."
He left the classroom just as the bell rang.
As he entered the hallway, heading to his first class of the day, new whispers were already spreading like wildfire.
"Did you hear? The Creep King tried something on Mia."
"Yeah, she's probably going to beat the crap out of him later."
"Guess pervs don't learn."
Akira ignored them all. The old him would've shrunk away, buried his face and run. Now, the whispers only made him smirk.
—
Literature class felt longer than usual. Ms Satomi's heels clicked slowly across the floor as she moved between desks, her calm voice reciting verses from an old poem about temptation and forbidden desire.
"Some energies," she said, pausing at the board, "can attract unseen forces. A heart filled with too much longing becomes a beacon."
Akira felt her gaze on him but looked away, hoping to avoid any question.
"Some people," she continued, "invite that energy without realising. Others… crave it."
The class tittered quietly, a few boys whispering dirty jokes. Akira tried to focus on his notebook, but his skin prickled under her attention.
The system chuckled in his head. "It seems like she senses your essence, darling. How delightful."
"She's just a teacher," Akira muttered under his breath.
"Mm, perhaps. Or perhaps something much more interesting."
When the final bell rang, Ms. Satomi's gaze lingered on him again. "Kanzaki," she said smoothly, "you've been rather… distracted lately."
He met her eyes and forced a smile. "Just tired, sensei."
Her lips curved faintly. "Then rest well. You'll need your strength."
He left quickly, uneasy but curious.
By the time he got to the gym, the sun was already setting, casting a warm orange glow over the building. He could hear the distant sounds of basketballs bouncing and laughter coming from the front, but the weight room at the back was quiet and empty.
Mia was already there.
She leaned against a bench, phone in hand, earbuds dangling around her neck. Her black hair was tied into a loose ponytail, a few strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. She wore a black tank top that clung to her curves and tight athletic shorts that left little to the imagination.
Akira froze for a heartbeat.
She looked up, smirking. "Took you long enough."
"You said four," he replied.
"And you're late by two minutes." She stepped closer, her perfume mixed with sweat and shampoo. "Strip to basics. We're building you up."
Akira hesitated, then sighed, pulling off his jacket and shirt. He felt exposed with his pale skin, soft stomach, and no definition. "Happy?"
"Not yet," Mia said, circling him like a trainer. "But I will be."
She pointed to the mat. "Push-ups. Now."
He dropped down, grunting as he started the first set.
"Lower," she ordered, pressing a hand between his shoulder blades. "Feel the burn."
Her touch lingered longer than necessary, nails tracing lightly over his skin. Each rep sent a tremor through him.
"Ten more," she said. "And stop staring at my legs."
He smirked between breaths. "You wore shorts for a reason."
She snorted. "Maybe I just like watching you sweat."
After two sets, his arms trembled. Mia knelt beside him, eyes glinting. "Break time."
She suddenly climbed onto his lap, straddling him, causing him to freeze in place. "This is for motivation," she whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear.
"Mia—"
"Shh." She moved slightly, grinding just enough to make his mind go blank. "Earn more reps, get more of this."
The system chimed softly.
[+10 PERV-POINTS]
[HOST'S HEART RATE ELEVATED. POWER INCREASING.]
Akira's breath hitched. "You're insane."
"Maybe." She smiled devilishly. "Now do another set."
He did. Push-ups, squats, bench presses… she pushed him hard, taunting every mistake, rewarding every effort with a teasing touch.
"Good," she said, guiding his arms as he lifted. "Keep your back straight. Like this."
Her hands slid down his shoulders to his chest, fingers brushing skin slick with sweat.
The system's text blinked:
[Skill Unlocked: Focus Under Pressure.]
[Would you like to purchase Basic Physique Upgrade – Cost: 10 PP?]
Akira didn't hesitate. "Buy."
He felt a rush of heat flow through him, like fire spreading just beneath his skin. His muscles tingled and tightened slightly, almost as if they were changing shape. He let out a quick breath, gripping the bar more tightly.
Mia's eyes widened slightly. "You're… responding well."
He grinned. "Told you. Fast learner."
"Don't get cocky," she warned, but her gaze lingered on his arms longer than before.
By the final set, he could barely move. Mia hovered over him, spotting his lift. "Push harder, Akira!" she yelled.
The weights clanged as his arms trembled. He felt her warm, smooth thigh brush against his arm.
"Good," she murmured, leaning closer, her cleavage inches from his face. "Now feel this."
He powered through the last rep. The system pinged immediately:
[Upgrade Initiated.]
[Minor Physical Transformation in Progress.]
His chest rose and fell rapidly. Mia reached down, wiping his sweat with the edge of her shirt, exposing the smooth line of her stomach.
"You're not as gross when you try," she said with a teasing grin.
"Thanks, I think."
She slung her towel around her neck and picked up her bag. "Tomorrow, same time. Impress me and maybe…" She let the word hang, eyes glinting with promise.
Akira tilted his head. "Maybe what?"
"You'll find out." Her hand lingered briefly on his shoulder before she walked out.
—
Outside, the evening air was cool. They walked together down the quiet street, city lights flickering to life.
"So," Mia broke the silence between them after over ten minutes of walking, "today was… interesting."
"Yeah, very."
Mia smirked. "You mean when you couldn't stop staring?"
"Hey, I was multitasking."
"Sure you were." She stopped in front of her house, turning to face him. For a second, neither spoke. Then, surprisingly, she stepped closer.
"You know," she said softly, "that grab earlier…" Her eyes darted away, cheeks pink. "Do it again sometime."
He blinked. "You're serious?"
She bit her lip, then gave him a quick shove toward the sidewalk. "Goodnight, creep."
Akira watched her go, stunned. The system's voice purred. "You're doing beautifully. She's hooked, just not ready to admit it."
A notification flashed.
[DAILY QUEST COMPLETE: 5 PP EARNED.]
When he got home, Akira dropped onto his bed, still grinning like an idiot. He opened the system menu, scanning the glowing text.
"Seventy points left," he murmured. "Let's see what else you've got for me."
The list scrolled until one caught his eye:
[Skill Available: Lust Scan – Cost: 25 PP]
"Lust Scan?"
"Helps you understand what others crave most," the voice explained. "Useful, don't you think?"
He smirked. "Buy it."
He felt a warmth in his vision, almost like a glowing light. The mirror on the wall began to shimmer, revealing some faint words above his reflection.
[Host's Kink: Revenge Domination]
Akira chuckled. "Figures."
The system purred. "Delicious, isn't it? You're evolving."
He glanced at his reflection, still rough, but now sharper and more alive. "Sakura…" he whispered. "You started this. I'll end it."
Just as the thought settled, a distant scream pierced the night outside.
Akira shot up, heart racing. "What the hell was that?"