"Urgh"
"Agh"
Painful groans echoed through the small apartment. A muscular man lay sprawled on the floor, black viscous ooze seeping from his pores as his muscles violently expanded and contracted, reshaping themselves under an invisible force.
"Fuck! You didn't say it would hurt like this!"
[System Response: Affirmative. The integration process follows standard protocol set by the Omnipotent Beings. Pain ensures the user recognizes the transition as reality, not a fleeting dream or game.]
"Argh! A warning would've been nice!"
[System Response: Affirmative. Future painful integrations will now include prior notification.]
The man, Adrian Cross, formerly known as Kazuya Mizuki, gritted his teeth and pushed himself up. His new body felt powerful, foreign, and strangely addictive. He staggered toward the bathroom, the black sludge still clinging to his skin like tar.
"Tch, other transmigrators, reincarnator or time travelling blue star people get more emotional responses from their systems than I do.".
"Hey, System. Tell me everything. Why me? Why does your AI suck? What can you actually do? And where the hell am I?"
He twisted the knob. The door opened to a perfectly ordinary Japanese apartment bathroom, with sink and toilet in front, shower and deep soaking tub in the back.
[System Response: Affirmative. Resoponding… Error… Retrieving Data…]
*Bzzzt*
A sharp electric buzz slammed into his skull.
Adrian found himself floating in an endless, starless void. Nothing existed here except the cold, mechanical text materializing before his eyes.
{Standard Protocol 101:
You are not special.
Yet you are not mundane.
You have been selected by the ROO (Random Omnipotent Organization) for entertainment purposes, and possibly future service.
The System's lack of emotional support is intentional. Resources are granted strictly based on results, not potential or effort. Laziness achieving power will receive more aid. Ambition without achievement will receive none.
AI personality and functionality upgrades are available later, should you earn them. Helpful assistant, seductive companion, emotionless tool… the choice will be yours.
This particular System has been assigned because it matches your true nature.
Grow. Corrupt. Entertain us, Adrian Cross.}
[System Booting… Minor upgrade complete.
Fated Villain System at your service.
Core Functions:
Status
Shop
Inventory
Women Conquered
Scan
Worlds (Locked)
System Upgrade (Locked)
Further hand-holding will not be provided. Explore at your own pace.]
The void disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Adrian blinked and realized he was already submerged in the bathtub, warm water lapping at his chest.
"…I think I'm starting to appreciate the lack of emotional bullshit," he muttered, sinking lower until only his nose remained above the surface. He blew a few lazy bubbles, whilst his mind was racing.
Getting up, he stared blankly for a minute and then slapped himself awake. "Phew. That was one hell of a wake up call. This is definitely not Kansas anymore, heh."
'Seriously though, I've been acting like a jackass toward something incomprehensible without a thought. I'm just your ordinary day salary man in japan the worst part too. I sometimes voyeured my neighbors for anything interesting, stole some packages from other peoples homes and secretly masturbated to hidden cams I put beside my neighbors homes.
So getting a Villain System seems like the right call heh. Btw I should test this. System, what world am I in?'
[System Response: You are inside the world of Hentai.]
'So it can hear me in thoughts… Wait what?! The world of Hentai?!' shock could be seen across his face as he realized the opportunity this world could give him.
Slowly a wicked grin spread across his face. 'Combined with this system, am I finally, finally about to destroy this sage title?!' Adrian Cross, formerly known as Kazuya Mizuki, a 30+ year old degenerate virgin was finally going to graduate!
*Ding, dong!*
*Ding, dong!*
Suddenly an erratic ringing of the doorbell took him out of his thoughts. "Ugh! Just when I was getting into the mood. Coming! You don't have to destroy the doorbell! Sheesh."
Adrian climbed out of the tub, water dripping from his newly sculpted body. He caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror near the sink and stopped dead.
Blonde hair. Deep ocean-blue eyes. Broad shoulders, ripped abs, and his gaze dropped lower. A massive, heavy cock that would've been impossible to be his in his old life. It hung there like a weapon of mass seduction.
"Hahahaha… holy shit."
Laughing like a madman, he grabbed a towel instead of the bathrobe and wrapped it loosely around his waist, the outline of his new "dragon" clearly visible. With confidence surging, he strode to the front door and yanked it open with a cocky smirk.
"Who's destroying my doorbell?"
The woman on the other side looked startled.
"U-um, I'm sorry!" she said quickly, cheeks already pink. "I heard groaning and painful sounds… I got worried and came running. Are you alright?"
A mature woman spoke in a hurry but Adrian's brain short-circuited for a second. Not because of her concern but because of how fucking perfect she looked. The kind of woman who belonged on the cover of a doujin.
A gorgeous woman with a full, well-developed figure, her curves wrapped neatly beneath a simple house dress that did little to hide her proportions. Her chest rose and fell from rushing over, the fabric stretching just enough to make it impossible not to notice, while her hips formed a soft, enticing silhouette that drew the eye without permission.
Her long brown hair framed a gentle, slightly flustered face, and the faint scent of soap and something warm lingered around her. She looked like the kind of woman who should've been comforting, approachable, kind and yet, standing this close, she felt overwhelmingly distracting.
Aiden blinked once, then twice, forcing himself to look back up at her face.
"Ah. right. Sorry, I'm fine. Just… slipped earlier." Forcing to keep his cool Aiden, manages to give a smile. "Thank you for your concerns though. Onee-chan."
The woman's face flushed deeper. One hand rose to cover her mouth while the other waved lightly in embarrassment.
"Oh no, I'm way too old for Onee-chan. Please, just call me Yukino. Yukino Ayano."
Aiden's eyes flickered for a brief moment.
Yukino… Ayano?
Something about that name tugged at his memory.
Then it clicked.
No way…
His gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at her again. The gentle demeanor, the mature charm, the way she carried herself with a mix of warmth and quiet loneliness…
This isn't just some random neighbor…
'System.'
[System Response: Listening.]
'Scan target.'
A faint pause followed.
[System Response: Target identified.]
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Name: Ayano Yukino
Status: Married, H-Game Heroine
Affection: Neutral (Interested)
Desire: Suppressed, High Libido (Currently Aroused)
Tags: Lonely Wife, Neglected, High Potential Target
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Aiden felt his heartbeat quicken slightly.
Interested… huh.
He forced a polite smile on his face, masking the thoughts already beginning to stir in his mind.
"Ayano-san then," he corrected smoothly. "Thanks for checking up on me. I guess I got a bit too loud earlier."
Ayano let out a soft laugh, clearly relieved.
"You really did. I thought something serious happened…"
Her eyes briefly wandered, just for a second before she quickly looked away, a faint blush returning to her cheeks.
Aiden noticed.
Of course he did.
A small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
So that's how it is…
'System.'
[System Response: Listening.]
'Looks like I won the lottery.'
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AN: So I'll just do whatever here and post whenever.