The rhythmic slick-slick-slick of my hand matched perfectly with the moans bleeding through my monitor speakers.
Pre-cum dripped onto the worn fabric of my gaming chair—the same one I'd been camped in for the past twelve hours. Or was it thirteen?
Time had no meaning when you were locked in a basement room with nothing but instant ramen containers and a premium subscription tab open in the background.
I was this close. My cock throbbed with the kind of desperation only a chronically unemployed shut-in could muster.
The actress on screen let out a particularly breathy gasp, and I groaned, picking up the pace—
CLICK.
The light went out.
"What the—" I jolted upright, my hand still wrapped around my softening dick. "Are you kidding me right now?"
The power cut. The fucking power cut. At the most important moment of my morning—well, my whole night really, since I'd been awake for thirty hours straight—the universe decided to personally victimize Rex Lucifer.
I grabbed my boxers with one hand and stumbled toward the window, yanking the curtains open in rage.
My breath caught.
The world outside wasn't the familiar grey apartment complex I'd dozed off to weeks ago. It was white. Completely, utterly white. Not snow—ice. Mountains of it. Towering walls of crystalline frozen hell stacked against every building, every car, every surface.
"No, no, no, no..." I whispered, my half-erect member now fully deflating. "What the fuck happened last night?"
I'd been so absorbed in my screen that I hadn't even noticed the temperature dropping, the groaning of pipes, the ominous silence that must've descended on the city like a shroud.
I threw on the warmest clothes I could find—thermal underwear, three hoodies, cargo pants—and bolted down the stairs.
The basement hallway was arctic. Each breath came out as a white cloud, and my bare feet were already numb by the time I reached the ground floor.
I burst through the exit—
THUMP.
"Oof—"
My face collided with something soft. Really soft. Warm too.
I looked up, and my vision was immediately filled with enormous, gravity-defying breasts barely contained by a pink sports bra.
"How long are you going to stay like this?" a familiar voice asked, amused.
Luna. The landlady's daughter. Of course.
I stumbled backward, my face still tingling from the impact. "Ah—sorry! I was just—the situation outside, I didn't look—"
"Were you sleeping through the apocalypse?" Luna asked, tilting her head. She was tall, maybe 5'9", with an hourglass figure that made me question the existence of a just God.
Huge ass, slim waist, massive tits, cute face—the complete package wrapped in tight athletic wear that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Her white leggings hugged every curve, the seam of her pants cutting right down the middle of her impossibly round ass.
I was getting hard again. Stop it, Rex. Stop.
"Yeah, something like that," I muttered, trying to meet her eyes instead of staring at her chest. "I was... really focused on something."
A blue window suddenly materialized in front of me, translucent and impossible.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[HOST INITIATED THROUGH HAREM CONTACT]
[HAREM MEMBER REGISTERED: LUNA]
[AFFINITY: 5%]
What the—
My eyes went wide. I stared at the screen, my brain short-circuiting.
Harem? System? What the hell is this?
Luna noticed my expression shift. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I'm fine," I lied, waving the notification away. It dissipated like smoke. "Do you know what happened out there?"
"Let's walk while talking," she suggested, gesturing toward the city below.
We made our way down to the lobby. The whole building felt colder now, emptier. There was an eerie silence that made my skin crawl. Luna sat down on the couch while I grabbed a lighter from my pocket and started clicking it nervously.
"So," she began, "what do I call you? I've seen you around, but we've never actually introduced ourselves."
"Rex Lucifer," I said, flicking the lighter on and off. "Just an average guy who doesn't enjoy much besides cigarettes. Or, at least, that was the case."
Luna leaned back, studying me. "Well, I'm Luna. This apartment belonged to my father, so I guess I own it now. He was always paranoid about... well, about this, actually. Doomsday prepping and all that."
"That's convenient," I muttered, continuing my lighter ritual.
"Could you stop doing that?" she asked, irritated. "I can't think when you're making that noise."
We talked for hours. The more Luna explained, the more my stomach churned. An ice age. Monsters roaming the streets. A virus—the Crimson Virus—that was turning people inside out. The world had gone to absolute shit in a single night, and I'd been too busy yanking off to notice.
All the while, I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering.
Luna was searching through boxes of supplies her father had stocked, bending over completely. Her ass stuck out, those perfect curves barely contained by the latex-like tightness of her leggings. The seam ran right between her cheeks, emphasizing every contour.
She's only twenty, I thought, watching her thighs flex as she shifted her weight. And built like a fucking angel.
"Mister, get it together," she said sharply, not even turning around. "We might be the only people left on Earth. I saw two people die from that virus this morning."
Her ass bounced slightly as she emphasized her point, and I nearly bit through my tongue trying to look away.
"I know," I managed. "I'll help however I can."
While she continued searching, another notification popped up—this one larger, more demanding.
[GACHA SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
[ROULETTE AVAILABLE]
[SPIN COST: 100 POINTS]
[CURRENT POINTS: 0]
[NOTE: POINTS REGENERATE THROUGH MONSTER ELIMINATION]
[SUCCESS RATE:] [★★★★★ (LEGENDARY): 1%] [★★★★ (EPIC): 4%] [★★★ (RARE): 15%] [★★ (UNCOMMON): 30%] [★ (COMMON): 50%]
[SYSTEM MESSAGE: "Congratulations, host! You've been chosen as humanity's breeding ground. How does it feel?"]
My face went hot. Breeding ground?
"What are you smiling about?" Luna asked, pulling me back to reality.
A spinning wheel appeared in front of me—a roulette wheel with five slots, each marked with different rewards. A button labeled SPIN hovered beneath it, glowing invitingly.
I was curious. Maybe I really had become the protagonist of some gameified nightmare.
Fuck it.
I mentally pressed the button.
The wheel spun, chiming with each rotation. My heart raced. What if I actually got something useful? Powers? Weapons?
The wheel slowed. It landed on the third slot.
[★★★ RARE REWARD OBTAINED]
[ABILITY UNLOCKED: INFINITE STORAGE]
[DESCRIPTION: Interdimensional storage capable of holding unlimited items of any size or weight. Items remain preserved indefinitely. No degradation, no time limit. Perfect for apocalyptic hoarding.]
[SYSTEM: "The ultimate doomsday backup plan. You're welcome."]
I blinked. An infinite storage ability. In an apocalypse. That was... actually insanely good.
"Did you hear me?" Luna asked, pulling off her drenched gymtop. "Ugh, I'm sweaty now."
She removed her jacket, then her white shirt underneath. The fabric was soaked through, clinging to every inch of her torso, revealing the pale, perfect skin of her breasts beneath. Her face flushed pink.
My throat went dry. My clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.
"Luna..." I heard myself say, my voice strained. "I can't—"
"Mister, no! Please don't!" she yelped, backing away.
I took a step forward, my hands trembling, and grabbed hers—but gently, desperately, like a child begging for mercy.
"Luna, please..." I made my voice small and pathetic, my lower lip quivering. "I can't take it anymore."
She froze, confused. "What?"
"My cigarettes," I whimpered. "I need my cigarettes. The withdrawal is killing me. Please."
Her confusion morphed into exasperation, then a sigh. "Is that what you were—fine. Let me find them."
Crisis averted. Barely.
Later, we ventured outside. The city was a graveyard. Buildings crumbled, ice everywhere, the occasional dark shape moving between the frozen ruins.
"The world really is finished," I muttered, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands.
The ground suddenly lurched.
Luna grabbed my arm. "They're coming. Run!"
We sprinted back to the apartment building, down to the basement. Luna unlocked a heavy metal door I'd never noticed before, revealing a bunker packed with supplies—water, canned food, medical kits.
"Your dad was seriously paranoid," I breathed.
"Good thing for us," Luna replied.
An idea struck me.
I raised my hand toward the stacks of supplies. "Store," I commanded.
Everything vanished.
Luna's eyes went wide. "Did you—?"
[FIRST USE OF INFINITE STORAGE]
[AFFINITY WITH LUNA INCREASED: 5% → 20%]
[SYSTEM: "Look at you, being helpful. Character development speedrun?"]
"I have this skill," I explained, watching her face light up. "Infinite storage. Everything we need is safe now."
She smiled at me—genuinely smiled—for the first time since the apocalypse began.
"Thank you," she said softly.
After she went upstairs to eat and sleep, I stepped outside the bunker, staring up at the frozen sky.
The cold bit at my face. The wind howled through empty streets.
Well, I thought, watching a dark shape move between distant buildings. Here starts my harem journey, I guess.
The roulette wheel flickered in my vision, already spinning for the next pull.
And somewhere in the frozen darkness, something screamed.