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Chapter 1: My Family

Groaning, I reluctantly pried my eyes open, annoyance bubbling at the sound of the voice I detested most in this world.

As my bleary vision focused, I found myself staring at the face of a stunning blonde woman with piercing blue eyes and an impressive, well-defined figure.

Her clingy white top accentuated the curves of her body, making it impossible to ignore her undeniable allure.

Her seductive, mature demeanor was unsurprising, given her mixed heritage—half American, half Korean. The fusion of her DNA resulted in a seductive blend of American height and body combined with the youthful charm of a Korean. It was an enchanting mix that set her apart.

"What's your problem? Is that how you look at your aunt?" Her voice dripped with scorn and scrutiny.

"Sorry," the word slipped out, a reflex honed over years of enduring her mistreatment.

Beneath her outward beauty, her true character was rotten to the core.

She was Alyssa, my aunt. She might be labeled as such, but in truth, she was just 25 years old. She was the woman who ensnared my uncle .

After my parents passed away when I was just 10 years old, my single uncle took me under his wing. Being the only relative around, he became my guardian and also managed our family inheritance.

The official explanation given was that my mother had left with another man, but I found it hard to accept that story.

Unfortunately, my father believed it, and not long after, he had a car accident while driving under the influence of alcohol.

Initially, my uncle was incredibly kind and attentive, looking after me in a loving manner.

However, everything took a turn when he crossed paths with this woman. With the substantial wealth he had got from my parents, he became a prime target for what society refers to as a "gold digger."

My uncle, having had no prior dating experience, fell into her charms. It's painful to admit, but my father's side genetic predispositions weren't the best.

The situation shifted dramatically from there.

A simmering anger brewed within me, aimed not only at Alyssa, but also at my fool uncle for his foolishness and betrayal. The resentment I held for him was strong, and I couldn't help but see him as a complete idiot for falling into her trap.

"Ugh, you reek!" Alyssa's disgusted expression hit my ears.

"What the hell You're the one who doesn't give me money for soap and shampoo, and you're complaining about me stinking? I swear, I could strangle you right now," I retorted, my anger flaring. Fists clenched, I fought the urge to lash out physically.

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My hand twitched, as if to slap her.

"This should teach you a lesson, you witch!"

BAM!

A resounding slap echoed in my mind, but it was just a fantasy.

I knew better than to provoke her further and risk being kicked out of the house.

"Go take a bath. Your Uncle is coming back home today, so you should at least look presentable for him," she instructed, handing me a bar of generic soap and shampoo.

The unbranded soap and shampoo she offered was a proof of her stinginess. It was another reminder of how she constantly cut corners, showing no consideration for my well-being.

As she exited the room, I glanced around at the disorganized space.

The bedroom was a mess. The bed was a jumble of crumpled sheets and tossed blankets, while pillows slumped in defeat. Clothes and belongings were scattered on the floor, and a desk held a chaotic mix of wet tissue and books. The window's view was partly blocked by clutter on the sill.

It was a mess, true, but I lacked the energy to clean it up.

The weight of abandonment and mistreatment from a young age had taken its toll, often plunging me into depression. My room mirrored the turmoil within me. 𝒩𝒐𝒱𝗲𝓵𝒩𝗲xt.𝔠𝗈𝓶

"I should take my medicine," I muttered, shuffling towards the medicine cabinet to retrieve a single tablet of my antidepressant.

My only uncle was coming back? Normally, I should have felt some flicker of happiness at the idea of seeing my only family member, but instead, all I could summon was a deep, simmering hatred. Why was he so blind? Why did he allow himself to be taken in by that cunning woman?

As my emotions clouded my thoughts, a dark idea wormed its way into my mind.

"Should I just swallow all of these pills and end it?"

The notion didn't seem so far-fetched. At 18, I was a prisoner in this room, trapped in a life I despised. School was a distant memory, crushed under the weight of relentless bullying.

But placing all the blame on my aunt for my school misery was too easy. I was also singled out because of my appearance.

My reflection in the mirror showcased someone with extra weight, a face marked by acne scars, terrible posture, and eyes that struggled to focus.

Wait! Could my aunt constant contempt be linked to my appearance? Would she treat me differently if I were attractive?

Of course, such a transformation was a pipe dream for a depressed and lazy guy like me.

"Goodbye, world," I whispered, contemplating my escape.

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THUD!

I placed down the antidepressant on the desk

"Suicide ? Scratch that . I'm too much of a coward to kill myself."

The thought of dying shook me, abruptly pulling me from my unsettling reverie. It wasn't that I held my life in high regard; it was just that fear of death held me back from embracing it.

I returned the bottle of antidepressants to the drawer and grabbed a water bottle from my cluttered desk. After downing it, I headed towards the bathroom, intending to take a soothing bath.

"Eh?" The moment I set foot on the way, a chilling sensation enveloped me. Nausea surged through my stomach. It felt as if the world had started spinning around me.

"Ahhhhhhh!" My body convulsed, and I vomited something with a metallic flavor. Then I saw it—the crimson stain on the floor. Panic surged through me as I realized that I was looking at my own blood.

I needed help, or this could be the end of my pitiful life. No, I would undoubtedly end up dead if someone didn't get me to the hospital right away.

No! I don't want to die . I'm still a virgin goddamit !

Summoning every ounce of strength, I attempted to move, but it only worsened the nausea.

THUD!

I ended up collapsing onto the floor, blood continuing to overflow in my mouth. Desperation mixed with fear as my condition spiraled out of control.

No, this couldn't be how it all ended. I couldn't die like this. Tears mingled with my gasps as the pain intensified, as if a swarm of needles were piercing my stomach. I wanted to scream, but only more blood came out.

Finally, my vision dimmed, fading away. I thought my life would flash before my eyes, showing me happy memories from my childhood.

But it didn't. Instead, what flashed before my eyes was the mistreatment I received from my aunt, the lack of interest from my uncle, the abandonment by my mother, my irresponsible father , my ugly appearance , the bullies at my school, the girls who rejected me, and the Internet trolls that made fun of me.

The world was unfair. I didn't deserve any of this. If I were given another chance, I would live my life differently. I wouldn't be afraid anymore; I wouldn't remain weak. I would show them the consequences of their actions.

But reality proved to be unbearably cruel. And then, my vision faded into nothingness, and with that, my final breath escaped my lips.

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[System Activated ]

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Chapter 2: Re-Live

[System Activate]

[System Aptitude Test Starting ]

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 17 years old

Condition : Dead

[Searching for the Perfect System]

[System :Aptitude Test ]

[Vampire System : 22%]

[Werewolf System: 30%]

[Dragon System : 0%]

[Titan System : 0%]

[Martial Art System : 2%]

[Angelic System : -20%]

[…]

[…]

[…]

[Demonic system : 40%]

[Vengeful system : 70 %]

[Insane Demonic System : 85%]

[Mind Breaking System : 95%]

[Neurolink System : 100%]

[Neurolin System - Downloading ]

As my eyes fluttered open, a damp sensation greeted my face.

"I thought I died?" I mumbled to myself, cautiously rising from the floor. The memories were foggy – the last thing I recalled was slipping into unconsciousness. Strangely, though, the stabbing pain in my stomach was gone.

Yet the reality of what occurred lingered. The empty bottle stared back at me, and the bloodstains on the floor remained vivid. There was just too much blood, and even if I hadn't succumbed, I certainly shouldn't have been able to move so soon.

As I tried to get my bearings, my gaze caught something in my peripheral vision. It was like a holographic brain icon. At first, I thought it might be some forgotten toy, but I soon noticed it was there no matter where I looked. It felt almost like a heads-up display in a video game, just hanging in my field of view.

"Neurolink System," I unconsciously muttered, and then a notification sound echoed in my head. Suddenly, a blue semi-transparent window appeared before me.

"What the hell!" I exclaimed aloud, jumping back first onto my bed. Thankfully, the soft cushion of the bed absorbed my fall.

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 17 years old

Overall Stats : 3.5

Level (1) [0/100]

Strength : 0.5

Agility : 0.3

Stamina : 0.5

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 1.6

Charisma : 0.1

Skills

Mind Eye [ Level 1]

Suggestion [Locked ]

"What the hell is this thing?" My heart began racing, and blood surged into my head, causing a numbing sensation. It was a familiar sign that I was experiencing anxiety. First, the nausea, and now this feeling? How unlucky could I be?

But then, I heard a notification.

System One Time Skill:Calm Mind Activated 𝒩𝒐𝒱𝗲𝓵𝒩𝗲xt.𝔠𝗈𝓶

A cool sensation washed over my head, and strangely, I found myself not so bothered by the fact that there was a strange HUD window in front of my eyes. I wasn't sure what was happening, but it was definitely better than having a stroke right now.

"This is like one of those system novels I always read on web novels!" I exclaimed as I realized what I was looking at.

Normal people would be utterly clueless if they saw these types of windows appearing out of thin air. Some might even think they were going crazy. But not me! I've read dozens of books like this, and in every single one, the main character becomes overpowered.

"Maybe God pitied me and granted my dying wish?" I muttered to myself. But as soon as I said the word "dying," my gaze unconsciously shifted to the half-drunk water bottle on the desk. Hastily, I retrieved it and screwed the cap back on.

"Someone might have poisoned me. I need to hold onto this evidence," I thought. I might have been NEET, but I'm no fool.

In fact, I always used to score straight As in my exams when I was studying. It was the constant bullying that drove me away from school. If I had truly been poisoned, my first suspect would be my evil Aunt. As the sole blood-related family member of my uncle, I was a threat to her, especially because I would turn 18 next week .

But let me focus first on the issue at hand.

Now, what to do with this window?

I settled back onto the bed and started examining the details of the skills. As for the stats, I didn't know the conversion, but they seemed pitifully low.

"Mind Eye [See the Stats of people 3-5 levels ahead of you]

Suggestion [Increase your chance of convincing someone by 5%]

This is cool. 'Mind Eye' seems quite generic for a system skill, but 'Suggestion' is quite overpowered. It might just be a 5% increase, but I know it'll become stronger over time. And 5% is a significant boost already.

Imagine this: if I were to ask a beautiful girl I just met to be my girlfriend, my chance would be practically zero.

But with this 5%, I could bypass that abysmal chance if I just got lucky once. Of course, I'm aware that 5% isn't exactly 5%. Like in games, having a 5% critical rate doesn't mean you'll get a critical hit every 20 attacks.

Sometimes it won't even happen if the enemy has stats that prevent critical strikes. So no, I won't attempt anything crazy like trying to find a girlfriend right away. Worst-case scenario, they'd call the police on me for harassing them.

Putting that aside, I started using Mind Eye on the bottle. Unfortunately, it didn't work. I guess I need to try it with a living person.

"In novels , I should be getting a mission now to earn some experience," I muttered to myself.

And as if in response to my thoughts, a window popped up:

[Mission : Takeabath 10XP, ]

"I knew it," I chuckled and hurriedly went to the bathroom, grabbing a mop first to clean up the distracting blood on the floor. Then I finally took a bath and brushed my teeth.

For the first time in many years, I actually enjoyed this bath. I felt alive, as if a sense of hope was returning to me. But beneath this newfound happiness, a burning desire for revenge and dominance started taking root in my heart.

Being a hero? Being a good guy? Only silly main characters of novels do that, because they're nothing more than figments of imagination created by writers who are slaves to their readers. I'm different. I'm a real person who has suffered greatly due to the mistreatment of others.

Suddenly, a creepy smile formed on my lips.

"I will live my life to the fullest now that I have this chance."

[Mission Complete]

Chapter 3: Level up

After finishing my bath, I walked straight to the dresser to get my clothing. As I opened it up, I only saw a couple of shirts and pants that would fit me. Most of my clothes don't fit anymore because I gained a lot of weight.

So, I was forced to wear a white loose XL T-shirt and black jogging pants. Luckily, the jogging pants were stretchable, so I managed to make them fit. 𝒩𝒐𝒱𝗲𝓵𝒩𝗲xt.𝔠𝗈𝓶

Then I opened my cabinet and picked up my eyeglasses.

It seems this system will give me missions to increase my XP. It's quite random, but I know that I just have to follow it, and my journey to become a god among men in this world would be secured. Hehehe.

With that in mind, I walked out of my room. I used to be afraid of meeting my aunt, but I wanted to see her right away to check my Mind's Eye.

My house is quite big, to be honest. It would take me a couple of minutes to get downstairs. However, for some stupid reason, my aunt put me in the smallest room.

Walking downstairs, I saw my wicked aunt sitting on the sofa using her phone.

She was wearing the same clothes as before. I did not see her cooking anything, so I guess, she would just order some food when my uncle got home.

"Mind Eye," I muttered to myself. I wanted to see if it would work against her.

Ding

Name: Ji-Hoon Allysa

Age: 25 years old Overall Stats: 12.5

Level (5)

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 1

Stamina: 1

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 1

Charisma: 8.5

Status : Horny

"Wait, Horny?" Is she watching porn right now?

Ding

Mission : Figure out the reason why your aunt is horny

Reward: Suggestion Unlocked : 100 Reward: 100XP

"This is it!" I chuckled internally. I was wondering when I would get this skill, and now I was presented with the best opportunity. I just need to complete this mission. Hehehe.

It was fortunate that she hadn't seen me yet. I just needed to create a diversion so she would let go of her phone. I don't normally go downstairs, so she would not suspect a thing if I did something.

I quietly went to the kitchen and grabbed the teakettle, setting it on the stove to boil water. I ensured the heat was set to the maximum temperature.

Then I snuck behind the air conditioning unit just beside the stairs. Our living room was directly in front of the stairs, so it was the perfect hiding spot.

After a couple of minutes, the heat in the kettle finally reached its peak, a whistling sound echoing in the kitchen, jolting Alyssa.

"What!" She stood up and hurriedly ran to the kitchen, leaving her phone behind the sofa.

The moment she ran towards the kitchen, I wasted no time and ran towards the phone. Most phones auto-lock after a couple seconds, so I needed to be fast.

I picked up her phone and checked the content.

"This is!" I couldn't help but smile creepily after seeing all the content. She was using messenger to chat with her boyfriend, and they were even sending nude pics to each other.

I hurriedly pressed the videos and saw a lot of explicit things. Of course, I forwarded it to my account like any good nephew would do, and removed any traces of me tampering with her phone. It was a good thing that our Internet was 2gb/second, so it was easy to send videos.

Fortunately, Alyssa didn't even bother to hurriedly come back to get her phone. She was too used to me being inside my room all the time, and she thought her secret was safe.

After finishing everything, I hurriedly walked back to my room.

[Mission Complete: Suggestion Unlock ]

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 17 years old

Overall Stats : 3.5

Level (2) [15/200]

Attributes

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 0.3

Stamina: 0.5

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 1.6

Charisma: 0.1

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 1]

Suggestion [Level 1]

Attribute Points: 2

Skill points: 1

"I leveled up, Awesome!"

So I received two attribute points and one skill point. I'm really excited right now. I recently found out about my aunt's affair, and now I can upgrade my skills. I'm like those ugly bastards in hentai manga that could blackmail her with this. Hahahaha.

But let's think of that evil… perfect idea later.

[Ding]

[Blackmail your bitchy aunt ]

( 100XP ) ( Attribute Points 3 ) ( Skill points 2)

"I love you, system! Hahahaha!" I burst into maniacal laughter as I read the mission. Finally, someone out there understood me. This system was just the absolute best, like a genie granting twisted wishes.

Let me first focus on allocating my stats, and then I'll brainstorm the most... creative way to teach that troublesome woman a lesson. hehehe

What should I increase first? I'm excited to allocate my attribute points, but I know I have to choose the right build.

For now, let's put the skill points on the Suggestion skill first. It's the right move, as I don't think that increasing Mind Eye would be that helpful yet.

Suggestion (Level 1) -- (Level 2)

Suggestion [Increase your chance of convincing someone by 7%]

Only two percent? I was quite disappointed after seeing such a small increase. But after thinking about it, it's quite fair, given that I'm only at level 2.

Now, the second part is my attribute points.

My intelligence is already high, so should I increase my Charisma? Yeah, that's the right call.

Call me superficial, but that's really what comes first into my mind. I accept that I'm quite ugly, but now that I have a way to increase my charisma, would it not be stupid not to increase it first?

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Chapter 4: Small upgrades

"Damn it! I hate my gamer self," I cursed myself as I reluctantly pressed the Agility plus button.

Charm is good and all, but in games, you need to increase your base stats first before thinking about anything else.

I increased agility because I had a great idea in mind. I hope this works.

[2 Agility]

As the notification popped out, there was a pause for a moment. Suddenly, my body started aching for some reason. 𝒩𝒐𝒱𝗲𝓵𝒩𝗲xt.𝔠𝗈𝓶

"Oh my god, I feel like my muscles will burst !" I exclaimed, flopping onto my bed as the pain continued. It felt as if my fats were being cooked like a steak to a medium-rare doneness.

Time seemed to stretch as I gritted my teeth against the pain.

I made sure not to cry out in agony; I couldn't afford to draw my aunt's attention. If she heard me, she might jump to conclusions, thinking I'd gone crazy. Instead of helping me, she'd probably just assume I needed a straitjacket, not an ambulance. So, I chose silence.

I pulled the bedsheets and bit into it, then I put my pillow over my face to muffle any sound coming from my mouth.

"AHHH, s*!" I groaned. But I was also grinning like an idiot.

I knew it. If I increased my agility, I would likely lose weight, as that's often the way to increase speed. I was right on the money to not focus on charisma.

Time passed, and the pain gradually subsided, leaving me sweaty and exhausted. I lay there, panting, feeling the effects of my decision.

"Well, that was not such a bad experience," I muttered sarcastically to myself. It seemed my "great idea" had come with a hefty and painful price tag.

I sat up, catching my breath, and wiped the sweat off my forehead. Looking at my status again, I saw that my agility had indeed increased 0.3——2.3

Feeling lighter , I slowly stood up and faced the mirror.

As I gazed at my reflection, I couldn't help but notice that I'd shed a bit of weight, but it definitely wasn't enough to turn me into a chiseled model. I was still carrying a fair share of extra pounds, but beneath my shirt, I could sense that my muscles had become a tad more compact.

Well, that was convenient, I thought with a smirk. Imagine the perplexed looks of my aunt if I'd miraculously transformed into a beach-ready guy overnight. Explaining that would be like trying to convince someone that unicorns were real.

I patted my belly and flexed an almost visible bicep.

"Behold, the slightly improved version of me," I muttered to my reflection, striking what I imagined was a heroic pose. "Still working on it!"

With a chuckle, I turned away from the mirror. At least now I had a plausible explanation for any changes in my appearance. It was progress, even if it was progress at a pace that only a snail with a limp would appreciate.

"Now it's time to complete my next mission.hehehe"

With a creepy smile forming on my face, I began brainstorming ideas on how to blackmail my aunt. Revenge was sweet, and I was ready to serve it in a dish colder than a freezer. Here are a few diabolical schemes that crossed my mind:

The Mysterious Letter: Sending her a letter with snippets of her affair details, cryptic messages, and a threat to expose everything unless she complies with my demands. The letter would be carefully crafted to keep her guessing and paranoid.

The Annoying Signs: Subtly dropping hints about her affair in public settings, like leaving anonymous notes on her car windshield or placing a bouquet of black roses on her doorstep. The fear of being exposed would eat away at her.

The Digital Drop: Uploading snippets of her conversations and photos from her affair onto an encrypted cloud server, then sending her a link with a password. She would need to comply with my demands to prevent the link from being shared.

Ugly Bastard Blackmail: The simplest approach—just confront her with the evidence and blackmail her directly. This a straight forward tactic that would cut through the chase and put the cards on the table.

But that idea seems pretty risky. What if she decided to eliminate me the moment she discovered that I was aware of her secret? After all, she was my prime suspect in whatever had happened to me before. And considering I didn't have any physical advantages yet, that plan could quickly turn dangerous.

[Ding]

[System: Blackmails intensity increase chance for Suggestion ]

"I knew it!" I exclaimed with joy as I read the text. This was it—my solution to the problem.

With this new system update, the more I apply pressure through blackmail, the higher the chances of my suggestion working effectively. It seemed like the system was acknowledging my devious plans and offering a helping hand. Time to become the master of manipulation.

"Time to go to work," I sat at my PC and created a new Myface account. I also set up a G-Drive to upload the pictures. The plan was to place the evidence there and then send her the link. Time to execute the plan.

Of course , knowing that this was explicit content, I set a very strong password that was also easy for me to remember. They say a good password is something you should always have on your mind, so I cranked my brain cells to 101% to come up with the perfect password.

Password: Youbitch

"Hahahaha," I couldn't help but laugh hysterically, just imagining the look on her face after seeing this.

"I won't forgive you for all the mistreatment over the years. If I also find out that you're the one who poisoned my water, don't expect any mercy from me," I muttered to myself.

With everything in place, I was ready to deliver the shock of a lifetime to my aunt.

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Chapter 5: Fun Chat

"How was your business trip, uncle?" I asked, a happy smile spreading across my face.

Both of them raised their eyebrows in surprise. They were used to my gloomy demeanor, so my sudden cheerfulness caught them off guard.

"It's alright," my uncle answered awkwardly, his voice coming out thin and lacking any sense of masculinity. He was already carrying extra weight like me, coupled with his acne-riddled skin and that frail voice of his.

He really look like a total loser.

To make a comparison, in a world where only the two of us men existed, I'd probably be considered a heartthrob, even though I knew I wasn't exactly handsome. In contrast, my uncle's appearance was simply unfortunate.

In a strange way, I needed to thank my mother for at least passing down some of her good genes to me. Yes, my mother was quite the beauty. That's why everyone jumped to the conclusion that she had cheated and run off with another man when she disappeared. But I knew that wasn't the real truth. In my memories, I saw that my mother genuinely loved my father.

Time to eat for now.

As I began to dig into the food on the table, I sensed Alyssa's cold gaze fixed on me. I couldn't tell if she had already read my message, but I was fairly certain that suspicion wasn't directed my way. I mean, I was a NEET who usually confined myself to my room, so how could I possibly have orchestrated something so clever?

Or perhaps she was perplexed about how I was still alive?

Let see her status.

Ding

Name: Ji-Hoon Allysa

Age: 25 years old Overall Stats: 12.5

Level (5)

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 1

Stamina: 1

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 1

Charisma: 8.5

Status : Angry

I sighed . I thought it would give me some good information but it just say angry. I could tell that just by looking at her gaze!

Maybe in the future, I would see more if I upgraded my mind eye, but now I just had to bear with this.

How about my uncle stats? I was curios about his stats as well

Name: Ji-Hoon Geji 𝒩𝒐𝒱𝗲𝓵𝒩𝗲xt.𝔠𝗈𝓶

Age: 45 years old Overall Stats: 4

Level (1)

Strength : 1

Agility : 0.4

Stamina : 1

Endurance: 1

Intelligence: 0.5

Charisma : 0.1

Status : Horny

What kind of stat is this? Intelligence at 0.5? No wonder he was easily manipulated.

Now, I'm quite certain that my intelligence was also inherited from my mother. This stat is simply embarrassing for a middle-aged man like him. I felt a mix of resentment and pity for his lack of brain.

As we continued eating, I observed the interactions between my uncle and Allysa. As usual, she played the role of a sweet wife, but every now and then, I caught her rolling her eyes and displaying signs of disgust when my uncle wasn't looking. It was quite a comical sight.

"At least I'm not foolish enough to believe that I can attract beautiful women with a face like that," I sneered in contempt, but soon I realized I was also insulting my own appearance.

Is this what they call feeling vindicated? Finding satisfaction in the fact that my uncle is worse off than me?

Not good , I should maintain a more respectful attitude. After all, I possess a System that has the potential to make me incredibly powerful in the future. I shouldn't wallow in self-pity... Screw that nonsense. I don't care if I'm the most pitiful person alive, as long as I'm happy.Hehehehe

"Dumb uncle and bitchy wife. What a perfect combo!" I muttered under my breath.

Finally, dinner came to an end. I rushed to my room in my usual manner, and neither my uncle nor his bitchy wife found it odd. It was my routine already.

Upon entering my room, I locked the door and checked my computer. There it was, a message:

Allysa: Who the hell are you? And why do you have these pictures?

Hehehe. I couldn't help but break into a grin after reading her response. Without wasting any time, I composed another message to send to her.

Me: Your ex

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Allysa: What the hell are you playing at? I'll take legal action against you.

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Me: Sue me for what?

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Me: For exposing the fact that you've been quite "active" with numerous guys? LOL

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Allysa: You fucker!

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Me: Is that what you call your partners? Fuckers? Because they certainly gave you a hard time in that video. XD

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Allysa: What do you want? Money?

[Ding 10 XP]

"Money?" I practically leaped out of my chair. Living with my miserly aunt for so long, the sound of money was like a melody to my ears. But another sound made me even happier. Indeed, I had gained experience points. I had assumed I would only receive XP after completing quests, but it seemed that wasn't the case at all.

Realizing that this phenomenon occurred when my bitchy aunt was agitated, I wondered if I could further provoke her to earn more XP. Well, why not give it a shot and see what happens?

Me: Money? Nah, I'm not interested in that. How about you put in some effort instead? Hehehe.

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Allysa: What are you truly after?

Me: Something that every man desires, if you catch my drift.

Allysa: You disgusting pervert!

[Ding 10XP]

Me: Disgusting ? It's not like your pussy is brand new ?

Allysa: Fuck you!

[Ding 10XP]

Me: When do you want to fuck ? XD

Allysa: I'm going to fucking block you now. You disgusting pervert.

[Ding 10XP]

Me: Go ahead and block me. Your nude pictures and porn videos will be all over the internet within seconds. I will put this title for clicks "Horny Gold digging Housewife"

[Ding 10XP]

Chapter 6: Digital

Allysa: Let's have a conversation about this.

[Ding 10XP]

Gotcha, you bitch. A victorious smile crept onto my face as I saw her give in to my threat. This is the price for your misdeeds. Hehehe.

With that in mind, I stretched my hands and flexed my fingers, like a seasoned keyboard warrior capable of typing a hundred words per minute to troll and annoy people.

Me: Send me nude video of you playing with yourself. I want fresh one.

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Allysa: That's too much!!!

[Ding 10XP]

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Me: Yeah, my finger is also too heavy . It is just hovering over the share button. It's so tempting to press it.

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Allysa: Please don't, give me a few minutes. My husband is here, so I need to go to the bathroom first.

[Ding 10XP]

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Me: Take your time, I'm looking forward to that quality content.

Now, I just needed to wait and enjoy the show. I'd already watched her old videos multiple times, and I would be lying if I said I didn't use them as quality wank material.

"Let me get some tissues first," I muttered to myself as I reached for the tissue box.

"Huh? I'm out of tissues?" I was shocked. I couldn't believe I'd used them all. It just shows how attractive my aunt was. Well, that's what you get for having 8.5 Charisma. My attribute allocation was quite imbalanced.

Well, it's alright. I can just use my old clothing. I chuckled as I stood up and picked up a pajama from the bed.

"I should really clean my room," I muttered to myself as I looked around. My room was a mess, and I got an urge to clean it. Maybe this means that I no longer have depression?

"Perhaps, I wank all my depression into oblivion?" I chuckled of my own way of thinking.

I realized that it would take a couple more minutes for her to send the video. So, like a responsible person, I started fixing my messy room. Cleaning this place would take a while, so putting my worn clothes in the basket was the first thing I did. 𝒩𝒐𝒱𝗲𝓵𝒩𝗲xt.𝔠𝗈𝓶

Next, I straightened out my bedsheet and curtains.

As I saw the moon outside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards the system that gave me a chance to become my true self. A revengeful and slightly psychotic person who had been a victim of mistreatment and bullying.

Am I ashamed of being labeled as such? Of course not. I was raised like trash, so it's only natural that I became like trash. It would be odd if I suddenly turned into a good person and forgave everyone just because I got a system.

People on the internet often claim they would become heroes of justice if they had superpowers, but we all know that's bullshit.

Humans have a sadistic side ingrained in our nature since ancient times. We're just afraid of consequences because of the law, which is why we don't fully act on our desires. So, what's happening to me is just normal. Those heroes in novels are the abnormal and unrealistic ones.

If someone else were to judge me for acting like this, I'd simply call them a hypocrite. After all, how else should one use this kind of power if not to fulfill their own desires? Of course, people who are truly intelligent and honest would agree with me.

Ding!

"It's here," I exclaimed, immediately dropping what I was doing and rushing to my desk.

The thumbnail alone filled me with excitement. My little "junior" was already at full attention, but I hesitated before clicking the video and pressing play. Almost immediately, I paused it.

"This isn't right," I sighed, feeling disappointed in myself. How can I do this ? What have I become ?

How could I forget to open the Sound Enhancing app?

It's embarrassing to overlook such a crucial detail. I quickly pressed the sound button, activating the AI Automatic Sound Enhancement feature. This technology made the audio so lifelike that it felt as if the person speaking was right in front of you.

"Now I can fully enjoy her moans .hehehe" I pressed the play video button.

The first scene show her naked body in the bathroom. It was evident that she wasn't enjoying the situation, but she had no choice but to comply with my demands. She seemed to realize that standing was too awkward, so she sat inside the bathtub with her phone in front of her stretch out legs.

"Wow, she's quite skilled at making this type of video. This is what you call a very experience person," I mused to myself.

With a reddened and annoyed expression on her face, she began by slowly touching her slit. It was dry and hairy, as expected, but oddly, seeing her hairy slit had a certain appeal to it.

"This is good, keep going," I muttered to myself, my voice soft as I followed along, my own hand subconsciously straying to "Little Junior". Well. the word "little" was no longer fitting to describe it; by now, it had grown to a sizeable 7 inches.

That's right! my Little Junior is very commendable .

If there was one remarkable trait I possessed, it would be my "junior." Its size stood out, especially compared to the average size for Koreans.

I had even considered pursuing a career in the porn industry with this "loadout." Unfortunately, I was born in Korea, not Japan, making it more challenging to become a star here, given the legal implications. As for going to Japan? Well, I didn't have the money to do that.

But that was fine. I had something even better than acting now. Hehehe.

Finally, her slit became wet enough, and her fingers slid in smoothly. This woman was truly a fine specimen; she managed to fit three fingers in!

She began to moan her breath warm and alluring. She also tried to control her voice by covering her mouth with her left hand. A futile attempt but I don't mind . It was more exciting this way.

Then love fluid began to drop from her slit, perfectly mixing with her hairy private parts, making it glimmer due to the wet juice.

I was just watching this on the screen by the way, but I couldn't help but feel like I was actually tasting the real thing. I started drooling, so I had to wipe it away with my hands. Naturally, I used my left hand since my right hand was busy petting my little junior.

"More … I want more."

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Chapter 7: Great Progress

Allysa began to breathe heavily as her slit grew increasingly wet. She was now feeling the effects of being forced to do something she didn't want to do.

Her heart appears to be pounding with panic and arousal, her body betraying her mind's opposition. The internal conflict intensified as she acknowledged the enormous pleasure that comes with being forced like this.

Just by looking at her expression, she was clearly a horny bitch.

[10XP]

[10XP]

[10XP] 𝒩𝒐𝒱𝗲𝓵𝒩𝗲xt.𝔠𝗈𝓶

[Level UP]

"I finally leveled up!" I exclaimed, leaping out of my chair as if it had suddenly turned into a spring-loaded rocket seat!

But another thing also caught my attention.

"The EXP was delayed?" I muttered to myself.

As I watched the recorded video, I couldn't help but notice that I hadn't received any XP in real-time.

"Perhaps I need to witness it firsthand before I can earn an EXP," I concluded. It seemed like the only plausible explanation.

If that were the case, then my EXP must depend on my perspective rather than just proximity. I made a mental note of this and refocused my attention on the quality material I'm watching.

"Ah, that was great ," I chuckled.

After the 5-minute video, I was finally satisfied, not just physically but emotionally as well.

Having my aunt do something so embarrassing was incredibly liberating. I had finally managed to repay some of the injustice she had inflicted on me over all these years.

With that done, I closed my PC and crawled into bed, exhausted but brimming with ideas. My brain was functioning better and more clearly now.

Post-Nut Clarity is the best.

So what should I do next ?

"Status"

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 17 years old

Overall Stats : 5.5

Level (3) [5/300]

Attributes

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 2.3

Stamina: 0.5

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 1.6

Charisma: 0.1

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 1]

Suggestion [Level 2]

Attribute Points: 3

Skill points: 2

This is great progress! I was completely absorbed in watching my own status that I couldn't help but stare at it like a person spotting a stunningly dressed woman on the street. My attention was locked, and I couldn't look away!

And speaking of progress, I couldn't help but feel exhilarated. I had scored three additional points and two skill points! It was truly amazing feeling, especially considering I had only acquired this kind-hearted system today.

I immediately allocated my Skill points.

Mind Eye [ Level 1 ] — [ Level 2]

Suggestion [ Level 2 ] — [Level 3]

Mind Eye : You can now see more information.

Suggestion : 9% chance to convinced someone to follow your words.

Great! I will test this upgrades later.

I wanted to also allocate my attribute points, but I've got more urgent matters at hand.

Now, what should I do? My 18th birthday is just around the corner, and the chances of someone trying to kill me seem to be increasing. This house isn't safe for me, so should I hightail it somewhere else and lay low? But there's a problem – I'm flat broke.

"Wait!"

Then, a brilliant idea dawned on me. How could I have been so stupid?

I sprang up from my bed and dashed over to my PC. I swiftly type a message:

Me: Great performance! Now, how about sending over some allowance? :P

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Allysa: What allowance?

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Me: What do you mean? You're my sugar mommy now. XD

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Allysa: Are you for real?

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Me: Don't be stingy. I know you get a lot of allowance from your husband.

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Allysa: How much do you want?

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I paused for a moment. I was expecting an EXP, but it didn't come through.

Does that mean the system no longer considers asking for money worthy of EXP?

Maybe that's the case. I mean, I already made her do something much worse, so it's possible that asking for money doesn't bother her anymore. That's okay. I'll just have to step up my game in the future.

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Me: Oh, you know, just a small amount... How about 2,000,000 won?

I sent over that amount. It might seem like a hefty sum, but considering my bitchy aunt splurges more on her bag collection, I figure she can handle it. After all, she's practically using my money anyway.

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Allysa: Alright, send me you bank details.

I couldn't help but sport a huge grin as I read the message. Now was the moment to put my years of being a NEET to good use. Thankfully, I had a crypto account at my disposal, making it a breeze to carry this out without being tracked.

But let's face it, my aunt wasn't the brightest bulb when it came to crypto transactions. So, my brilliant plan was simple: I bought some USDT and forwarded her the payment details. I provided the seller account, leaving her to easily complete the transaction using online banking. Ah, the genius of it all!

In a flash, I refreshed my PC, and behold, my Crypto Wallet was now showing this glorious amount.

USDT: 1492

Holy moly, I'm rolling in it! I chanted those words, over and over, just to emphasize the sheer delight coursing through me. I even busted out some wild dance moves, channeling my inner talent from a hit boy band's song.

"Cause ah ah, I'm the star tonight... Dynamite!"

By the way, I'm a fan of their songs, even though it's a bit of a downer that they're all ridiculously handsome, which manages to trigger my insecurities every single time. So, being the loyal fan that I am, I stick to just listening to their music and avoid watching their music videos. Gotta preserve my little bit of self-esteem, you know?

With a composed breath, I swiftly moved to transfer 1000 USDT to another wallet. Once that was done, I executed the sale and directed the proceeds to my PayBuddy account. And like clockwork, everything fell neatly into place. Mission accomplished!

Now, onto the next phase of the plan.

Glancing at the time, I realized it was already 10:00 pm. My room didn't boast much aside from a few articles of clothing and my trusty PC. Thankfully, my PC was conveniently compact, with all components neatly housed in the monitor. I wasted no time stowing it in my roller bag.

"Time to hit the road for now. I'll be back when I'm 18. Hehehe." With a mischievous grin, I headed off.

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Chapter 8: Cold Night

Thankfully, my house was quite big, allowing me to escape without anyone noticing.

I quickly went downstairs, opened the front door, and stepped outside. Our house had a large yard, a clear sign that we were well-off. But ironically, despite living in a wealthy home, my life wasn't as comfortable. It's strange how things work out sometimes

Opening the gate, an odd sense of fear washed over me.

When had I last stepped outside? Was it three years ago? The memory of the virus outbreak in 2019 was still vivid. Back then, everyone was mandated to stay home for nearly a year. Expectedly enough, the quarantine didn't affect me—I was always holed up in my room in the first place.

Though I did manage to leave the house three times during that period to get vaccinated.

"Come on, Zyden, you've got this!" I whispered to myself, attempting to muster some courage.

"You're the chosen one," I added with a hint of determination in my voice.

With resolve in my heart, I placed my right hand on the gate's handle and turned it slowly. A distinct clicking sound signaled the gate's opening.

Summoning all the courage I could muster, I took a step outside. It felt surreal, witnessing the dimly lit road.

Residing in a decent neighborhood meant the street was well-lit by streetlights. Still, at this hour, the road was deserted, as most people were already asleep. 𝒏𝗈𝑣𝑬𝓵𝐍ℯxt.𝒸𝞸𝔪

For a few moments, it felt like my mind was floating. My heart raced, but not out of fear—I wasn't scared. It was a different sensation, one that almost brought tears to my eyes. It was like a surge of emotion, a feeling of liberation that made me want to cry. It was as though I had finally broken free.

I began walking along the street. Despite not having left my room for years, I still remembered the way.

This street had changed quite a bit over the years, but memories flooded back. I could recall the days when my mom and dad used to take me on walks, their smiles lighting up the moments.

"I think there's a playground around here," I thought. So, I chose to walk in that direction and see if I was right.

After a few minutes of walking, I finally reached the playground. The darkness made it hard to see much, but that was okay.

As I looked at the park, an overwhelming surge of emotions hit me. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back anymore.

Tears streamed down my face as I knelt to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. I had believed I'd grown strong, that I'd developed a thick skin due to the injustices I'd faced. But now, here I was, crying like a lost child, completely unsure of what to do.

"Mom... Dad... I'm so sorry for resenting you. I understand it wasn't your fault. I know you didn't intend to leave me," I choked out between sobs. My eyes were red and swollen as I sat on a bench, overwhelmed by sadness.

"Don't worry about me anymore. I promise I'll become someone strong in the future. I'll reclaim everything they took from us."

With that promise, I held back my tears. This would mark the final instance of my shedding tears. I was determined not to allow anyone to make me cry ever again.

"Now let's find a place to sleep ," I spoke out loud after I finally calmed my emotion down.

I turned away, but after taking a few steps, a strange sound caught my attention. It was like a groan, or maybe more like someone struggling. I quickly turned my head towards the source of the noise.

It seemed to be coming from the Big Circle Playground nearby, the one with those holes in it. The darkness made it hard to see anything, but I was fairly certain that I had heard a woman's voice.

Most people might assume it's an animal, but I'm different. I've spent a lot of time watching and reading that kind of content.

A dark area, a playground, a chilly night, a circular structure that could fit an adult? This scenario was eerily reminiscent of those disturbing videos I've seen.

What should I do? Should I help? Wait, why even consider that?

Don't be foolish, me. This isn't your responsibility. Just turn around and call the police.

I started walking away .

But what if the police arrive too late? I mean, that kind of thing just take a few minutes to unfold!

I'm not exactly cut out to be a hero, but ignoring this would definitely disrupt my sleep. After all, who knows, the person in trouble could very well be underage. Time to step in, I guess.

Exactly. I'm not doing this for others. I'm doing it for my own peace of mind!

"Hey, you jerk! Stop right there!" I shouted as loudly as I could. Yeah, that's the plan—I'll scare that awful person away.

All of a sudden, I heard some rustling coming from the round structure. Then, a tall figure emerged. And by tall, I mean really, really tall. He was super muscular, too.

But I'm not sure if I'm right , my perspective might be bias—I'm quite overweight and short, so most guys seem muscular and tall to me.

Nevertheless, fear wasn't getting the best of me. There was a good bit of space between us, and if I kicked into a sprint, he'd have to be a marathon runner to catch up. Hehehe, things were looking up for me

"What's your deal, fatty?" the voice shot back.

I was surprised, not because of the insult, but because the voice was definitely a woman's.

Wait, something was off. My confusion grew as a lady stepped out into from the round structure. She was clearly furious.

"Don't tell me..." It hit me like a ton of bricks.

"What do you think you're doing, ruining my time with my boyfriend?" she scolded, her anger practically radiating.

"I…" I was lost for words. What in the world should I do now?

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Chapter 9: Awkward Situation

"Hey, what are you going to do now after you've ruined my mood, you fatty?" The woman's voice dripped with anger.

In the darkness, I couldn't see them clearly, but it was obvious she was really furious. It's quite intimidating—this is what can happen when you disturb a woman during her business. What a scary outburst!

The man seemed calmer. He didn't say anything. It's funny, I appreciate that. We men tend to be more logical.

"I..."

Out of habit, I was about to apologize again, but then I realized I have the system! How could I be so dumb? This is the perfect opportunity to test [Suggestion]. In the worst case scenario, they'll just scold me.

But let's see their stats first. I will start with the male.

Name: Jeung Juck

Age: 24 years old

Overall Stats: 18

Level (5)

Strength : 3

Agility : 3

Stamina : 4

Endurance: 2

Intelligence: 1

Charisma : 5

Status : In love

Suggestion Chance : 10%

Name: Sang Hoe

Age: 20 years old

Overall Stats: 11.5

Level (3)

Strength : 1

Agility : 1

Stamina : 2

Endurance: 1

Intelligence: 0.5

Charisma : 6

Status : Horny

Suggestion Chance : 9-5 =4%

While observing them, I noted that both of them possess higher levels than me. This insight made me aware that some people had better stats compared to their level. However, as I thought about the success rate of my Suggestion ability, it became clear that it wasn't influenced by their levels, but rather by their state of mind.

Activating Suggestion just requires me to think about it while I'm speaking, so let's give it a shot.

"I thought someone was in danger, so I tried to shout to help," I replied, though there was still a touch of awkwardness in my voice. No one can't expect me to suddenly have great interpersonal skill just because I got a system. I'm still a NEET!

[Suggestion Failed] [-1% chance]

Wait a moment! What on earth? My chances decrease with every failed attempt? The system never mentioned this!

I should have anticipated this from the start. How could a system with such overpowered abilities not come with any drawbacks?

"I don't care about your excuses, Fatty! Let me guess, you were just jealous because you wanted some action too, but you're too ugly to get yourself a girlfriend!" Her words dripped with insult.

This person! I was honestly taken aback. She really had a sharp tongue. What's happening to the world? Did something change in the last three years that made women more assertive?

"I truly didn't mean it that way. I'm just a concerned citizen. Who could have guessed that two supposed adults would actually do it on a kid's playground?" I retorted, a hint of disdain in my voice. It's not my fault that you two are so horny.

I had reached my limit with this difficult girl, so I decided to speak my mind, not really expecting anything to happen. However, the next sound that reached my ears caught me completely off guard.

[Suggestion Succeeded] [2% chance]

The woman paused for a moment, her anger seemingly diffusing.

"Fine, I'll let this matter slide. Come on, babe," she said, taking her boyfriend's hand as they walked away.

What happened ?Is this the result of my power? Or was it the specific way I phrased my sentence? I couldn't help but chuckle at this point. I tested my skill, but I'm not entirely sure if it worked as intended or if it was just coincidence.

"But at least I was able to escape that awkward situation. Hahahaha," I chuckled to myself.

I retrieved my phone from my pocket and checked the time after calming down for a few minutes. It was already 11:30 pm. I should find a place to sleep as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, getting a taxi in this part of town at this hour would be quite a challenge.

Then , I recalled a popular app that gained fame a few years ago. What was it called again? I tried to remember the name, it was right on the tip of my tongue.

"UBER! That's right, UBER!" I exclaimed, then opened my phone's interface.

I searched for the app on the Google Play Store, installed it, and followed the necessary steps. Luckily, all my information was already on my phone, so I could verify my identity quickly.

Once I was in the app's main menu, I noticed a user-friendly button labeled "RIDE." The app's design was impressively intuitive, and I was able to navigate it without any trouble. Kudos to the app designer.

Within the app, I was prompted to confirm my current location, a common feature in many apps nowadays. I pressed the "confirm" button and selected the nearest available ride.

Travel Time : 4 Minutes.

"Jackpot!" I couldn't help but smile as I noticed a car nearby in the app, displayed as a black sedan.

Now all I had to do was wait. After a couple of minutes, I spotted the approaching headlights of a vehicle. It parked on the other side of the street, and I made my way toward it.

"Are you my Uber driver?" I inquired as I approached the car.

"You again, Fatty?" came the surprising muffled response.

I was taken aback once more, recognizing that familiar voice. The car window rolled down, revealing the girl who had insulted me just moments ago.

With the window down, I could now clearly see her face. She had pink hair and fair skin, with small eyes and a cute nose. Undoubtedly, she was quite attractive, though still not on par with my aunt's beauty.

On the other hand, the man was also quite handsome, with black wavy hair and even visible muscles on his neck. This guy must be a regular at the gym to maintain such a body.

"Hey, Sang, don't treat our customer like that," her boyfriend interjected.

"I apologize for her behavior earlier," he added, addressing me directly.

"It's alright," I managed to force a smile, though I sensed that the tension from earlier still lingered. I couldn't believe my luck.

The boyfriend nodded appreciatively while Sang, the woman, maintained a rather cold demeanor.

"Yeah, sorry about that. We were just having a bit of a rough night," the boyfriend explained, his tone genuinely apologetic.

"Well, I appreciate the apology," I replied, still feeling a bit uneasy due to Sang's frosty attitude.

"You…" Sang began, her voice filled with frustration, but her boyfriend intervened by gripping her arm, a silent warning for her to hold back.

She spoke up again, her tone somewhat forced.

"Really, I didn't mean what I said earlier. It was just frustration talking."

I gave a polite nod, not convinced by her words at all. Who would believed such a fake ass apology ?

The boyfriend leaned forward slightly.

"Listen, I know it's tough to find an Uber at this hour. If you're okay with it, we can still give you a ride to your destination,"

I hesitated for a moment, uncertain about spending more time with his girlfriend, who had been quite unpleasant earlier. However, her boyfriend seemed more reasonable and accommodating. 𝒏𝗈𝑣𝑬𝓵𝐍ℯxt.𝒸𝞸𝔪

"Uh, sure. Thanks," I replied cautiously.

And just like that, what started as an unpleasant encounter continued in an unexpected manner.

As we drove through the city streets, the atmosphere remained a bit tense. Sang barely engaged in the conversation, while her boyfriend Juck tried to bridge the gaps.

After the car came to a stop at my destination, I thanked them and walked on my way. I had already paid them, so there was no need for any more pleasantries.

"What a bad night ," I sighed.

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Chapter 10: Hotel Attendant

Inside the hotel, I hurriedly approached the reception desk. This hotel was conveniently located far from my neighborhood, which suited me perfectly since I was trying to keep a low profile. I intentionally chose this place due to its positive reviews and affordable rates.

The interior of the hotel had a simple design, which was to be expected considering its budget-friendly nature. What mattered most was that it was clean and comfortable, making it a suitable place for me to stay.

As I reached the wooden desk, I noticed that there was no one around, but a bell was placed on the surface. It was the type of bell you'd press to grab the attention of the hotel staff. It had a somewhat old-fashioned charm to it, but that didn't bother me.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

I pressed the bell three times and then patiently waited for someone to come to the reception area.

After a few minutes, a middle-aged woman with black hair and sharp features finally appeared. She seemed rather groggy, and her mood appeared to be soured by being abruptly awakened. Well, it's not my fault that you're working in this kind of job. You're not even supposed to be sleeping in the first place.

I really wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but my skills in public relations were still in the "needs improvement" category.

"What do you want?" she snapped irritably.

"I'm looking to rent a room," I responded.

"What kind of room are you looking for? Just pick from this list," she muttered, thrusting a brochure at me without much enthusiasm.

What on earth is happening with my life? Is this the curse of being ugly? It feels like life is always testing my patience by throwing women with terrible personalities my way! 𝒏𝗈𝑣𝑬𝓵𝐍ℯxt.𝒸𝞸𝔪

"Calm down, calm down, calm down," I repeated to myself, focusing on regulating my breathing as I felt my temper rising. I needed to manage my blood pressure; otherwise, I might end up keeling over before even fully utilizing my system's potential.

Standard Room with Fan - 15,000 won

Standard Room with AC - 24,000 won

Deluxe Room with AC - 47,000 won

Family Room - 100,0000 won

The fee turned out to be surprisingly lower than I expected. Well, I guess being far from the city and having such a lousy staff can have its perks, huh?

I glanced over the room options, pondering which one to choose. The allure of having air conditioning in my room was quite enticing, especially since my own bedroom lacked one.

Well, I did have an AC unit once, but it broke down four years ago, and my aunt couldn't care less about getting it fixed. As for my uncle, he rarely visits my room anymore, so he's probably clueless that his nephew is sweating it out with just a fan. And even if he did know, I highly doubt his incompetence ass could do anything about it.

So the idea of indulging in a bit of luxury crossed my mind.

"Perhaps I should go for the Deluxe room?" I thought to myself. Since I was only planning to stay for a short period, treating myself to a nicer room seemed reasonable. It would ensure my comfort until I turned 18.

"Hey, which room are you choosing?" The attendant interjected, her eyebrows raised. Evidently, she wanted me to make a decision quickly so she could get back to her nap. What a lazy employee, I grumbled inwardly, irritated by her lack of professionalism.

"I'll pick the the deluxe rooom,"

"The Deluxe room? Oh, are you absolutely sure? Do you happen to have the money?" she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm as if she couldn't believe someone like me would even consider it.

This woman was a real piece of work. Well, just wait until I level up more. I'll make sure to remember you, hehehe.

While this attendant might not match up to my aunt's beauty, her figure was passable enough for a test drive.

I'm a firm believer in the age-old saying that you've got to master driving a honda before you attempt to handle a BMW. Okay, okay, so maybe that saying doesn't actually exist, but who says I can't come up with my own wisdom? After all, who's going to stop me from being the philosophical genius of my own quirky mind?

And honestly, the sheer irritation I feel just looking at her face right now makes it an obvious choice to experiment with my skills on her in the future.

I wouldn't be a man if I didn't assert dominance over this bitch until she submits to me.

"I have the money."

"Well then, how many days will you be staying?" she asked in the same indifferent tone.

I took a moment to think. Initially, I had planned for a short stay of maybe a day or two, but I had changed my mind. I've got a special plan for you, Bitchy Attendant. I will let you off today.hehehe

"Give me 5 days. I'll be staying for 5 days," I replied with a self-satisfied grin.

The attendant nodded and input some information into her computer. Then, she handed me a credit card reader with a barcode on it. I simply scanned the barcode using my phone and completed the payment. Quite a convenient payment method, I must say.

After finalizing the payment, she handed me the keys to my room, and I headed out. Exhausted, I just wanted to get to sleep as soon as possible. This might be the most I've walked in a while; it's quite tiring.

Upon entering my room, I was greeted by a spacious king-size bed positioned right in front of the window. The layout was quite well thought out.

Alongside the bed, there was a modern split-type inverter unit, ensuring the temperature would be just right. Adjacent to the bed, a 32-inch flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall, perfect for some entertainment before bed. Additionally, a desk was thoughtfully placed nearby, offering a dedicated spot for my PC.

One of the highlights was the bathroom, conveniently situated right by the room's entrance. It added a practical touch, making it easy to freshen up without having to navigate through the room first. The design was simple yet functional, providing a comfortable and inviting space for my stay.

"I'll set up my PC tomorrow," I managed to mumble through a yawn as I flopped onto the bed, quickly switching on the AC. The fatigue had hit me hard; all I wanted was to curl up and hibernate like a bear.

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Chapter 11: Best Detox

"Status"

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 17 years old

Overall Stats : 7.5

Level (3) [5/300]

Attributes

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 2.3

Stamina: 0.5

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 2.6

Charisma: 0.1

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 2]

Suggestion [Level 3]

Attribute Points: 3

Skill points: 0

"Thank God it was real," I sighed in relief.

As I woke up, a nagging feeling crept in that perhaps everything that occurred yesterday was just a dream. So, I hurriedly summoned the system interface to reassure myself.

Seeing that everything was indeed fine, I mustered the strength to heave my heavy body out of bed. Sure, I had shed a bit of weight, but I was still on the heavy side. Imagine someone who used to weigh 90 kilos losing 10 kilos. People wouldn't even notice it if I wore an oversized T-shirt. Well, in my case, oversized T-shirts were simply called "small."

Wait, why did my Intelligence increase? I'm certain I didn't intentionally work on it yesterday. It went from 1.6—2.6.

I pondered for a moment, trying to think a plausible explanation. Then an idea came into my mind.

Perhaps my Intelligence was being held back by the weight of my psychological burdens. Now that I'm making progress , it's possible that my cognitive abilities are starting to show improvement as well. It's as if my mind is gradually emerging from the shadows of past struggles.

If that's the case, it means the system also takes personal growth into account. Learning this early on is an advantage for me. Now, I need to figure out how to boost some of my stats without relying on the system, so I can save my attribute points.

It's wise to allocate these points to stats that are difficult to enhance through conventional means.

"Should I bump up my agility again?" I mumbled to myself. It appeared to be the only way I could speed up my weight loss. I had increased my agility by 2 last time, and it did lead to a bit of weight loss. So maybe this time around, the impact would be even more significant, considering my agility cap would also increase.

I mean, look at that Juck guy with only 3 agility despite being muscular. It's pretty clear that boosting my agility through regular methods will take too long.

"Let's put it all on this one!"

[3 Agility]

"AHHHHH!" The familiar burning sensation of fat melting engulfed my body once more. 𝒏𝗈𝑣𝑬𝓵𝐍ℯxt.𝒸𝞸𝔪

This time, though, it seemed even more intense. I clenched the bedsheets with my teeth, silently praying that this hotel washed their bedsheets regularly – or else.

This kind of pain would have been unimaginable for me in the past, but my newfound determination compelled me to endure. I couldn't afford to surrender. I needed to gain more strength to become the best version of me.

As the seconds stretched into minutes, I gritted my teeth and endured the excruciating sensation. Time passed, and after what felt like an eternity, 15 minutes had gone by.

The sheets beneath me were wet, despite the air conditioner's cooling efforts. The dampness was a stark reminder of the intensity of the pain I was enduring in my pursuit of growth.

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The cold shower water was like a spa day after the agony I endured. Washing up, I felt like I was scrubbing off my past self and embracing the new me. I looked at myself in the mirror, and there it was – not exactly a Greek god, but hey, definitely a more streamlined version of me. I probably lost enough weight to qualify for a "before and after" testimonial in a weight loss infomercial!

"I should have joined those networking schemes that sell those detox products. I could have been the living proof, and made a lot of money!" I quipped, letting out a chuckle. But deep down, am I really joking? I mean, with my evolving suggestion skill, I could probably sell sand in a desert. Networking scams might just be the ticket to making a fortune. For now, I'll just jot down that, uh, "interesting" idea.

"Status"

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 17 years old

Overall Stats : 10.5

Level (3) [5/300]

Attributes

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 5.3

Stamina: 0.5

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 2.6

Charisma: 0.5

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 2]

Suggestion [Level 3]

Attribute Points: 0

Skill points: 0

My charisma had finally increased, so I couldn't help but chuckle as I observed the improvements in my stats. A 0.4 boost might seem minor, but considering it came for free, who wouldn't be thrilled?

"But what should I do now?"

I've got a handful of days left, and the clock's ticking. I can't just squander my time, right? Unless becoming a professional procrastinator is a new career goal.

"Maybe I should play detective and check on my bitch aunt?" I smirked to myself. After all, she's the one grudgingly fueling my XP meter right now. Can't forget to milk that source, right?

With that master plan in mind, I set up my trusty PC and connected it to the hotel's internet. Let's hope it's faster than a turtle for now.

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Me: Hello , darling *

After waiting for a few minutes without a reply, I sighed in mild frustration.

"I guess I'll give breakfast a shot first," I mused. It was only 7:00 am, so chances were my aunt was still in dreamland.

With that thought, I headed to the telephone and placed an order for some much-needed sustenance.

"Can I have 2 sets of fried chicken, 3 servings of rice, and a side of ramen noodles?" I requested before hanging up and returning to my desk.

Knowing it would take a bit for my food to be prepared, I decided to pass the time by checking my Discord messages.

As usual, my virtual buddies were deep into a debate about the underwhelming G5 transformation. I shared in the collective disappointment over that repetitive animation, though thankfully, the animators managed to redeem themselves with the following episode.

Seeing my virtual buddies locked in debate, a mischievous impulse tickled me – the kind that whispers, "Why not flaunt your own system?"

But let's be real here, if I dropped that bomb, they'd probably roast me, claiming my make believed system is the equivalent of a soggy potato compared to the legendary Vampire System.

Sure, I'd love to shout from the virtual rooftops that my system is the real deal, but come on, who'd buy it? It's like trying to convince them I've got a hot a girlfriend :(

Ding

Allysa: What now? X(

Chapter 12: Curse or Blessing ?

Me: I have really missed you a lot and I enjoyed the video you sent me. I'd love to see more content like that. Send more please !!! XP

I know, I know. I might not come across as the nicest person at the moment, but this seemed like the most effective way to earn more XP here. I plan to start by gradually damaging her mental state. Once she's at her lowest point, I'll utilize my power of suggestion to hypnotize her. What a genius plan.

Since I've spent a lot of time reading those "Cultured Materials," I now have a vast collection of "Fine and gentle techniques" at my disposal. I will use these as references for my plan. After all, who would've thought that a person like me, a NEET, could have a system that fits my fetishes and hobbies so perfectly?

This system is like the creamer in my coffee, the Nutella to my sandwich—essentially, the secret sauce to my success!

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Allysa: Please, I'm begging you to stop harassing me. I didn't get a good night's sleep last night because of your harassment!

[Ding!: 10 XP]

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"I can't do that ," I shook my head with a satisfied grin on my face.

"I love harassing you, Aunt Allysa. Please give me more XP? I will milk you dry until I'm satisfied !" I chuckled to myself, brimming with excitement. It's incredible that the person who used to bully me when I was young is now in a position where she has to beg . I love it .

I can't wait to see her reaction when she realizes that I'm the one causing her all this trouble. That's going to be an amazing feeling.

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Me: I didn't mean to bother you. I'm just really impressed with how skilled you are in that video. It's like I'm actually rewarding you instead of giving you a hard time for being an unfaithful wife. You look like you thoroughly enjoyed it. LOL!

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Allysa: Seriously, enough already. What are you after? Need more money? I can give you more, just please stop bothering me..

[Ding!: 10 XP]

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Me: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize my admiration for your very high quality video would be so bothersome. I mean, who wouldn't want more of that top-notch content, right?

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Allysa: I've asked you to stop. It's not funny.

[Ding!: 10 XP]

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Me: My bad, my bad. I guess my sense of humor doesn't translate well through texts. But really, you should consider starting an onlyfans with that video. :P

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Allysa: This isn't a joke. Leave me alone.

[Ding!: 10 XP]

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Me: Absolutely, no jokes here. Just a sincere appreciation for your captivating juicy content. But hey, I understand, being a video star is tough. More money might ease the pain of dealing with your adoring fans, right? I'll give you 100,000 won for another video.

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Allysa: That's my fucking own money !

[Ding: 10 XP]

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"This chicken tastes great!" I chuckled to myself after taking a bite of the fried chicken.

"So, is this what they mean by food tasting better after a hard day's work? Because right now, I feel like this chicken taste 10 times better,"

"Let's try the ramen ," My food had been delivered to my room while I was in the middle of farming XP, or as I like to call it, "milking" XP. Hahaha.

I had planned to milk my aunt and eat at the same time, but my XP gain stopped after a few interactions. Perhaps the system has a mechanism in place to prevent me from excessively exploiting my XP source. It seems quite logical when you think about it.

"What should I do next?" I mused to myself. Just hanging around in this hotel sounds dreadfully dull. Plus, I'm curious to see if stepping outside might lead to new missions. I'm not ready to accept that my aunt is my sole XP source. Relying solely on her would be a sluggish and rather pitiable approach, wouldn't it?

Then there's also the clothing issue. I've shed so much weight that none of my clothes fit anymore. Even what I'm wearing currently gives off a wannabe gangsta vibe—like those guys with their pants sagging so low you can practically see their underwear. All I'd need are a few piercings and a gun, and I'd fit the image perfectly.

"What you starin' at? You want a piece of this, huh?" I hollered, striking a gangsta stance in front of the mirror in my desk. I even mimicked holding a gun, of course, with the classic one-handed, cool gansta style.

"Alright, enough goofing around. Time to get ready and head to a store for some proper clothes," I chuckled to myself.

Slowly, I opened the door to my room and stepped out.

As I reached the front desk, I couldn't help but notice a change in the hotel staff. There was a younger and more attractive woman attending to the desk. However, my steps faltered when I realized who she was.

With her pink hair and small eyes, she was instantly recognizable. Just seeing her bitchy face brought back bad memories. It was the same girl who had insulted me before. 𝒏𝗈𝑣𝑬𝓵𝐍ℯxt.𝒸𝞸𝔪

I couldn't believe it. How small could Seoul possibly be for us to cross paths again? I had even hoped to never encounter her again, yet it felt like fate was playing a prank on me.

No! This isn't a prank; it's a blessing in disguise! Now I have the perfect opportunity for a test subject. The only thing missing is...

"Ding!"

[Mission: Dominate the pink-haired girl in 3 days] [Reward: 150 EXP - Skill Store]

HAHAHAHA! I exploded with laughter upon reading the mission reward. Forget about the 150 EXP; the skill store alone made me want to do a victory dance. I'd been worrying that the system was as limited as a two skill power, but this reward showed me that it's got some surprises up its sleeve!

"Sir, could you possibly tone down that laughter? It's unsettling for the other customers," the pink-haired girl remarked, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and there was even a disgusted look on her face.

"Enjoy that bitchy attitude of yours . Hehehe " I muttered to myself.

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Chapter 13: My pride?

I left the hotel without making a fuss, knowing that the rude pink-haired girl was working at this place. With her occupied, I had ample time to plot my plan. As the saying goes, revenge is best served cold.

My first move was to flag down a taxi, and within moments, I was on my way.

The cityscape unfurled before me as the taxi winded through the bustling streets, giving me a glimpse of down town Seoul during the day. The urban sprawl was alive with people scurrying about, and the sheer magnitude of the activity overwhelmed my senses.

This was the world that had been denied to me due to my appearance and lack of support. It felt beautiful and liberating, yet there was a part of me that remained apprehensive about this new experience.

There's an underlying fear of the unknown, particularly when it comes to interacting with people. I mean, I might be quite quirky when I'm in front of my keyboard, but face-to-face interactions are an entirely different ballgame.

The Taxi finally stop .

Upon reaching my destination, I stepped out of my ride and into the heart of downtown. The small clothing store I'm searching for stood nestled among the vibrant landscape of shops and eateries.

Strolling down the street, I couldn't help but notice some peculiar glances from people. I'm fairly certain they're fixating on my baggy clothes at the moment. It dawned on me that I might've missed a trick—online clothing shopping should have been my first move. It's not like it takes ages, and it would've saved me from this spectacle. Alas, I didn't connect those dots in advance. Oh well, facepalm moment for me!

So, in the absence of better options, I opt for Plan "Walk Faster." It's not the most graceful exit strategy, but hey, it's better than being the laughingstock of the sidewalk runway!

"Finally, a clothing store!" I exclaimed, spotting a small shop adorned with clothing items in the display windows. Even without a sign, it was crystal clear they were all about fashion. The glass panels boasted mannequins showcasing their wears.

Entering the store, the tinkling sound of a bell above the door welcomed me. The interior was cozy, with racks of clothing neatly arranged and a warm, inviting atmosphere. The air carried a blend of fabric scents, creating a unique aroma that defined the place. The soft glow of lighting fixtures highlighted the textures and colors of the clothes on display.

No one came forward to assist me, so I figured it was a self-serve store. Honestly, that worked out just fine for me, considering my conversational skills are a work in progress. Interacting with others is an area I need to refine. I can't help but wonder if charisma could lend me a hand with that.

As I browsed through the clothing racks, my excitement grew. The store seemed to cater to various styles, offering a selection that ranged from casual to semi-formal. I couldn't help but lose track of time as I examined the different patterns, materials, and designs.

Finally, I stumbled upon clothing that suited my taste. A basic black pair of shorts caught my eye, stopping just above the knees, adorned with two silver lines that added a touch of flair.

For the top half, I discovered a plain white T-shirt with a round neckline. It was a simple outfit, but it exuded a sense of comfort. I decided to give it a try in front of the mirror, and I couldn't help but feel satisfied with the style I had put together.

Of course, I also selected another set of clothing: gray pants, some new pair of shoes , along with T-shirts and a polo that matched perfectly. Having access to the internet proved to be quite handy. A quick search for clean and stylish ensembles provided me with instant references to work with.

"That would be 300,000 won, sir," the cashier stated.

300,000 Won? I was so engrossed in my shopping that I completely forgot to check my budget. I could return the items, but I'd come off looking pretty broke if I did that.

With a reluctant sigh, I paid for everything and headed on my way. Having already changed into the black shorts and white T-shirt, I now looked like a regular person. As I passed by a mirror, I couldn't help but be amazed by the progress I'd made. My aunt wouldn't even recognize me if we happened to cross paths.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm still not Henry Cav*ll, but I'm at least teetering on the edge of... well, not bad-looking. Hys ,who am I kidding? let's be real, I'm still pretty darn ugly, especially with these acne scars plastered across my face. 𝒏𝗈𝑣𝑬𝓵𝐍ℯxt.𝒸𝞸𝔪

I chuckled to myself at my own thoughts. As much as I tried to downplay it, this transformation was a big deal for me. I had come a long way from the person who used to hide behind an overweight body and low self-esteem.

Leaving the clothing store behind, I stepped back onto the bustling streets. The crowd passed around me, and for the first time, I didn't feel like an outcast. I still had my quirks and uncertainties, but today marked a small victory.

"Now what should I do to reached level 4?" I asked myself as I stroll around . For my plan to dominate that pink haired girl to work, I need to level up and increase one particular stat. Unfortunately this system seemed to only react or give me mission when I hate someone .

THUD

Suddenly, I felt a jolt as a man bumped into me. I had seen him approaching, and the street was wide, so I was taken aback by the impact.

My strength was still quite feeble, so my body gave way the moment our shoulders met.

"You moron! You just messed up my clothes! What are you going to do about this?"

His furious voice hit me like a ton of bricks, and as I lifted my head, his image came into clearer focus. He sported a purple suit with a gaudy, flowery T-shirt tucked in.

Wait, am I getting scammed right now by these kinds of thugs? I mean, I thought these things only happened in novels.

Facing this confrontation had me quaking in my boots, for sure.

Courage doesn't just magically appear overnight, right? I'm no superman; yesterday, I was just a full-blown NEET binge-watching way too many hentai video. So, imagining me suddenly morphing into a brave warrior? Yeah, that's a bit far-fetched!

I will check his level first.

"Mind Eye"

Name : Hyun-ji Kang

Age : 35 years old

Overall Stats : ??

Level (11)

Attributes

Strength: ??

Agility: ??

Stamina: ??

Endurance: ??

Intelligence: ??

Charisma: ??

Skills

"A high level !" I nearly accidentally bite my tongue when I see those stats. It's my first time encountering someone at such a high level. And this guy is just an ordinary street thug? What's someone of their caliber doing involved in petty street scams like this? This is frustrating.

I better apologize and pay him. I don't stand a chance against someone so much stronger. Running away is risky too—what if he's faster? Right now, I can't rely on my speed.

"I'm so.."

[Ding]

[Mission : Show this street thug you're pride as a man. Punch him in the face!]

[Reward : 50XP]

[Failure : -5 agility]

Chapter 14: Under the bus

I was stunned when I saw the Mission Window pop up. I felt a mix of different emotions.

On one hand, I was happy because I really needed more XP. But on the other hand, I was shocked that the system was asking me to do something so dangerous.

It felt like a bad joke. The mission was telling me to punch a guy who was way more powerful than me, almost ten levels higher. It seemed crazy and impossible.

Perhaps there's a way to outsmart the system here?

The mission just says to punch the guy; it doesn't specify that I need to actually defeat him. Maybe I can just throw a punch and then make a quick getaway? There must be police around in this bustling street, and I could also consider another option... Yes, that's it.

"Boss, I could hand over some cash, but would you mind doing me a favor?" I whispered to him, trying to mimic those secretive scenes from movies. I even covered my mouth with my hand, attempting to give off that hushed vibe.

Naturally, my shaky and nervous voice revealed my lack of smooth talking skills. But that's alright; appearing weaker might just boost my chances of convincing him.

"What favor, kid?" The thug's face broke into a grin the moment the word "money" slipped from my lips. It's like his voice turned all warm and fuzzy, as if we were long-lost buddies finally reuniting after ages.

I mean, they say money can turn even your worst enemy into your best friend, right? Haha, well, that might be a bit of a stretch in this situation, but you catch my drift.

"You know, I've got my girlfriend here with me, and I'm fairly certain she's watching us," I say, trying to sound confident.

"Could I put on a little tough guy act and give you a good slap across the face? I'm ready to throw in 500,000 won if you're up for it."

The thug paused and exchanged glances with his buddies who were tagging along.

"Sure thing, kid," he finally said. "But let's be clear: if you don't hand over that 500,000 won, I won't hold back from giving you a good beating. Got it?"

"Absolutely, no problem," I replied, mustering a forced chuckle. "You could even go ahead and rough up my aunt and uncle if I don't hand over the money. Haha!"

"Why your uncle and aunt?" The thug raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"They're the ones who adopted me and give me my allowance," I explained.

"You're quite the odd one," the thug sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, go ahead and throw that punch so I can collect my cash."

I gave a nod in response, remembering the first part of the mission: "Show this street thug your pride as a man."

"Hey, watch it!" I raised my voice, trying to sound tough. My confidence was building since I was certain I wouldn't get hurt.

"Do you want a taste of my fists, huh?" I added, extending my middle finger towards the thug. I noticed a shift in his expression, but he was playing along with my act.

"Sorry," he grumbled, sounding like he meant it.

"Think I'm gonna just swallow that sorry ?" This was my cue.

I tightened my fist, ready to throw a punch. I knew my strength wasn't much, so I didn't hold back, because I was pretty sure it wouldn't hurt him too badly.

Just as my fist's momentum hit its peak, I heard something that nearly made me feel like I'd cough up blood.

[System: Cheating Detected]

[System: Punishing Host for Cheating]

[System: Temporary Attribute Increase 10 Strength] 𝒏𝗈𝑣𝑬𝓵𝐍ℯxt.𝒸𝞸𝔪

Those words flashed before me, and suddenly, my fist felt like it had turned into a brick. It wasn't just me who noticed the difference; even the thug's eyes widened as my punch gathered an incredible force. There was an actual whooshing sound, believe it or not.

SWOOOOSH

BAM!

I swear, I could practically feel the guy's face bones in my fist. It was like the sound of munching on popcorn or cracking a nut – that kind of crunchy.

And then, like a ragdoll in the wind, he was sent soaring. Even his buddies were caught off guard as they scrambled to catch him.

CRASH!

[Mission Complete ]

[Level up]

"What the heck just happened?" I was utterly stunned as I stared at the guy sprawled on the ground. Blood oozed from his mouth, and I could even spot a few of his teeth lying there.

"Damn it, no time to stand around being shocked. I've got to get it out of here ASAP." It finally hit me how serious things were, and I took off running.

"You little jerk, come back here!" One of his buddies made a grab for me, but I was too quick for him. The street was bustling with people, and the moment they saw me sprinting, they parted like I have the corona virus or something.

I can't let him catch me. I'm almost certain they'll beat me up, or worse, maybe they'll try to sell my organs on the black market like in those movies.

This is crazy! I need to run for my life. It feels like this system just threw me under the bus. I thought you were on my side?

Thankfully, I had used most of my previous attribute points on speed. It allowed me to shake him off after just a few meters of sprinting. He probably assumed I had the stamina to keep up with my speed.

Little did he know, my endurance was terrible, and I was already struggling to catch my breath. The only reason I could run this fast was the sheer terror of what might happen if I got caught.

I pulled off a classic maneuver and slipped into a store, where I swiftly changed my outfit. Phew, talk about a close shave! But hey, I wasn't about to let them sell my organs.

On top of that, I bought a pair of shades and a hat to give my face a much-needed disguised. With his buddies probably on a manhunt for me, I'm not taking any chances – gotta keep 'em guessing about who they're chasing!

Now, here I am, incognito behind these shades and a hat, hiding from those guys. The streets is like a maze out there. What's my next move in this wild chase? Well, I'm about to find out...

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Chapter 15: Spy Maneuver

"Status"

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 17 years old

Overall Stats : 10.5

Level (4) [85/400]

Attributes

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 5.3

Stamina: 0.5

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 2.6

Charisma: 0.5

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 2]

Suggestion [Level 3]

Attribute Points: 3

Skill points: 2

"Looks like my stats are back to normal after the system's little punishment," I mused, letting out a sigh as I stared at the numbers. It appeared that the system wasn't fooled by my attempt to outsmart it.

Regret gnawed at me like a persistent mosquito. Clearly, trying to cheat the system was a terrible idea. Reflecting on it now won't change a thing though—I had played my hand, and the consequences were crystal clear.

Second-guessing had its moment, but now it was drowned out by the reality of my hasty choices.

"Let's boost Suggestion for now," I whispered to myself. It was the only skill I had that could come in handy, so giving it a boost was a no-brainer. As for Mind Eye, well, I didn't think gathering more info would necessarily be a game-changer in the short term

Suggestion [ Level 3 ] — [Level 5]

Suggestion : 13 % chance to convinced someone to follow your words.

Walking back to the street, I couldn't help but retrace my steps to the exact spot where I had punched that thug.

It might seem counterintuitive, but my overdose of spy movies had taught me that returning to the scene of the crime and blending in as an innocent onlooker was a pretty solid move. I mean, who would suspect that I'd loop back around? Haha, maybe I'm a bit of a genius after all.

Just as I thought, the scene of the crime was utterly deserted, void of those thug-types.

Of course, they were probably scouring the area where I'd dashed off to earlier. Seriously, what a bunch of dimwits. It's no wonder they're still stuck being lowlife thugs despite their supposed high levels. Hahaha, talk about being a bunch of certified stupid people.

I retrieved my phone from my pocket. Right now, I was sporting gray pants and a blue polo shirt, topped off with a white cap and black aviator glasses. I could have wore a face mask too, but that would just draw more attention.

I tapped on the UBER app and checked the driver's status—it showed 2 minutes until arrival at my location.

This was supposed to be my way out. Hahaha.

Well, that was the plan, at least, until the next moment arrived. Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by a gang of ten thugs.

"Wa.."

Before I could even start using "suggestion", a fist came flying right at me.

BAM!

My world flip like an old coin as my face smacked against the pavement.

THUD!

The pain was searing – I could taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. Clenching my teeth, I gritted through the agony coursing through my body. Oddly, it seemed like the pain tolerance I'd built up from upgrading my stats was actually coming in handy right now. But it still hurt like bitch .

"Stop" 𝒏𝗈𝑣𝑬𝓵𝐍ℯxt.𝒸𝞸𝔪

[Suggestion : Successful ]

"Jackpot!" I thought to myself with a mix of relief and excitement as I heard the success notification. But what unfolded next felt like a cruel twist of fate. I had successfully used Suggestion, but there was a catch—it only worked on one person. The rest of the gang was still simmering with anger, completely unaffected.

"Please stop"

[Suggestion : Failed ]

Fuck!, so the first time was just beginner's luck!

BAM! A kick slammed into my abdomen.

Damn it hurts ! I decided I'd pretend to be unconscious for now. Maybe if they believed I was knocked out or worse, they'd stop beating me.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

Oh man, I totally give too much credits to this guys. They've got no sense of decency whatsoever. They just kept kicking me while I was down, like it was a sport or something.

Instinctively, I covered my head with my arms – classic move, right? Gotta protect the brain, or I'll be walking out of here with a brain injury.

"Allocate all my points to endurance!" I commanded the system. This is no time to cheap out on my stats.

[Endurance 3]

I felt a huge improvement in my body's state as it began to mend. The damage seemed to be gradually decreasing, and there was a definite reinforcement of my bones and muscles. However, the unrelenting kicks, coupled with the discomfort from the attribute point allocation, continued to take their toll.

[System: Congratulations !- Detected External Source for Improvement ]

BAM!

[0.01 Endurance]

BAM!

[0.01 Endurance]

BAM!

[0.01 Endurance]

BAM!

[0.01 Endurance]

BAM!

[0.01 Endurance]

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I thought in frustration . "Isn't this the perfect moment for you to give me a lifesaving skill? Why the heck are you rewarding me for getting pummeled? How about giving me an instant boost like before?"

Unfortunately, the system remained silent, leaving me to deal with this mess on my own.

I attempted to peek, hoping someone might step in to help, but the bystanders just stared.

Some were even recording the whole thing on their phones, like it was some twisted form of entertainment. Seriously? I'm practically on my deathbed here – could you maybe call the police or something?

"You think you're tough for sucker punching our hyeong-nim like that ? AH!" One of the thugs sneered as he kick me in the abdomen.

BAM!

The kick was so strong that I felt my body being lifted in the air.

Damn it. This is all the system's fault for playing a prank on me.

Sure, I admit I messed up from the beginning, but how was I supposed to know that trying to cheat the system would backfire so badly? I mean, in most of the novels I've read, the main characters get some kind of plot armor from their systems, but mine seems to be all about tough love and zero favoritism.

"Stop what you're doing!" Finally, I heard someone speaking up for me. My vision was already fading at this point.

The thugs froze, and once they caught sight of the person who shouted, they scattered like cockroaches exposed to light. Must have been the police.

"Hey, are you okay?" A gentle voice reached my ears. It was a female officer, judging by the faint blue uniform I could barely make out. Unfortunately, I was too battered to clearly see the face of my savior.

"Don't worry, I've called for an ambulance," she reassured me.

I couldn't believe it – I actually encountered a kind woman for the first time in years just seconds before I die. What a pitiful ending. If circumstances were different, I'd have probably French kissed her like there is no tomorrow for saving me. But alas, it seems like this is the end of the road for me.

My vision blurred, and I finally slipped into unconsciousness.

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Chapter 16: Painkillers

As the world around me started to fade into darkness, an unusual sense of weightlessness washed over me, almost as if I were floating.

The pain that had been throbbing so intensely began to washed away, and it felt like my consciousness was slipping out of my grasp. Regret gnawed at me, a bitter taste in my fading thoughts.

I can't believe that I will die as a virgin for the second time.

Suddenly, a jolt surged through my body, accompanied by the blaring sound of sirens.

— Whee-ooh, Whee-ooh, Whee-ooh,—

My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself lying on a stretcher inside an ambulance. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead made me squint, and the rhythmic jostling of the vehicle made my head spin.

Blinking to clear my vision, I turned my gaze to the paramedics tending to me.

"Hey, you're awake," one of them said with a reassuring smile. "You took quite a beating there."

I managed a weak nod, my throat dry and scratchy.

"What... what happened?" I croaked.

"You're on your way to the hospital," the other paramedic explained. "A police woman called an ambulance when she saw what was going on. You're lucky we got to you in time."

I glanced around, my memory slowly piecing together the events that had transpired.

"The thugs... the woman who helped me..."

"Yep, you're right. That police woman was quite the hero," the paramedic said, chuckling. "She scared them off and stayed with you until we arrived."

The memory of her voice and her words flooded back, along with a renewed sense of gratitude. I managed a faint smile, my lips trembling.

"Thank... thank you," I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

"You're going to be okay. Just hang in there." The paramedic gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"That's not it, I think I'm alright now," I stated, attempting to stretch my body slightly.

It seemed that boosting my endurance stat had an impact on my recovery rate. While my body still ached, it was not to the point of being unable to move. Going to the hospital was out of the question; it would only alert my aunt and uncle. 𝐧𝑂𝓥𝚎𝐥𝗇𝐞xt.𝑐𝒐𝓶

I remembered sending them a text about my plan to be away from home for a few days. But this situation would undoubtedly throw a wrench into that plan.

How could I even explain my extreme weight loss? Even if I tried to come up with an excuse, it would be a hard sell. It's not like liposuction could work miracles overnight.

"We can't let you go just yet," the paramedic said firmly, shaking his head.

"You might believe you're okay, but there could be hidden injuries, like a fractured bone or internal bleeding," another female paramedic added with a serious tone.

"Internal bleeding? Seriously, dude, are you pulling out the big guns?" I couldn't help but think, feeling a bit spooked just saying the words "internal bleeding." It's like my brain decided to watch a horror movie and then go on a late-night imagination spree!

I mean internal bleeding is no laughing matter. I've heard stories on Reddot about people who seemed fine after an accident, only to suddenly collapse due to internal bleeding. It's a pretty scary twist of events.

"I assure you, I'm fine. I'm kind of used to getting roughed up," I said with a small grin, trying to sound convincing.

[Suggestion: Success]

"Are you absolutely sure?" one of the paramedics asked, concern evident in their tone.

I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. My hunch was right – people who aren't hostile toward me have a higher chance of being affected by my suggestion. Looks like my little plan actually paid off. Ha!

"Yeah, I'm positive that I'm alright," I replied, shifting my target for the suggestion to the other paramedic.

[Suggestion: Success]

"Alright, we'll release you," the two paramedics whispered to each other.

One of them moved to the driver's seat and explained that my injuries were minor, requiring only basic first aid.

The driver seemed unsure initially, but after I employed the power of suggestion three times on him, he eventually gave in.

The ambulance pulled over to the side of the road.

"Thanks a lot for your help," I beamed, giving them a grateful nod as I said my goodbyes. My expression was a far cry from the injured person they'd seen earlier. However, the instant they were out of sight...

"Damn it, my body is killing me," I muttered under my breath, leaning against a nearby wall to steady myself. I had thought I was recovering, but it turned out my body was still screaming with pain.

Fortunately, I had requested them to stop near a drugstore, which turned out to be a lifesaver. My intention was to grab some painkillers and then make my way back to the hotel.

I could have asked them to drop me off at my hotel, but the risk was too high. They might have faced consequences from the hospital for letting me go prematurely and be compelled to reveal my hotel's location.

So, with that plan ruled out, I pushed forward towards the drugstore, still clutching the bag of clothes I'd purchased. It really was a stroke of luck that they hadn't gone missing during my unconscious state.

As I stepped inside the store, I noticed the guard eyeing me curiously. However, I just ignored him and proceeded to the counter.

"Can I get two bottles of painkillers, please, along with some anti-inflammatory drugs?" I quickly requested at the counter.

"Are you okay sir? You don't seem well?" One of the female pharmacist spoke.

"Just hand over the medicine. Thanks," I responded through clenched teeth, my frustration evident. Couldn't they see that I was practically on the brink here? All I needed was the medicine.

I realize I might sound like a bit of a jerk right now, but honestly, no guy in his right mind would be up for chitchat when dealing with this level of agony.

My intense expression appeared to have frightened the pharmacist, as she quickly get the medicines I needed. I didn't waste much time in the drugstore after swallowing a painkiller tablet. I made a swift exit, hailed a taxi and headed straight back to the hotel.

"I swear, once I'm strong enough, I'll get my revenge on those good for nothing thugs," I sneered in contempt as I leaned my head against the backrest of the taxi seat.

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Chapter 17: Change of Plans

In the hotel lobby, I spotted the pink-haired girl engrossed in her phone. Despite my obvious struggle, she couldn't resist smirking, as if my pain was some sort of entertainment for her.

"Oh, just you wait," I thought to myself, my frustration boiling as I quickly passed her. She didn't bother stopping me, probably recalling that I had walked out earlier in the day.

Once inside my room, I practically collapsed onto the bed, my chest throbbing with discomfort. It seemed that forcing myself to walk had aggravated my condition further.

"Status," I managed to mutter, my voice barely audible.

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 17 years old

Overall Stats : 13.5

Level (5) [15/1000]

Attributes

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 5.3

Stamina: 0.5

Endurance: 4.1

Intelligence: 2.6

Charisma: 0.5

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 2]

Suggestion [Level 5]

Attribute Points: 4

Skill points: 2

" I leveled up up?"

I almost forgot about the excruciating pain when I noticed my level had gone up. It was a glimmer of hope amidst my suffering. The number of attribute points I received was enough for my plans. I had feared that I'd wasted my previous points all on endurance, but now, I have more attribute points to work with.

However, something else caught my attention—the amount of XP I needed to level up from [5] to [6]. It had jumped to 1000 EXP, a substantial increase. But I decided to put that concern on hold for now.

My priority was to get some much-needed rest and hopefully recover from this ordeal.

The darkness enveloped me as I surrendered to my exhaustion . The pain and the turmoil of the day gradually faded into the background.

Hours passed, and as the last ray of the sundown painted the room with an orange glow, I slowly wake up from my slumber. My body felt heavier than usual, and I groggily shifted in bed, assessing my condition. The pain hadn't vanished entirely, but there was a subtle improvement, a sign that maybe, just maybe, my body was on the way to recovery.

Regardless , I still couldn't believe I had been knocked out cold until evening. I mumbled to myself as I got up from the bed, my body protesting with aches and discomfort.

Heading over to the desk, I grabbed a bottled water and took a long sip, trying to steady my breathing. The healing process was ongoing, but it was frustratingly slow. I needed to rely on medicine to expedite it. Thankfully, I still had some leftover food to nibble on.

"Ouch," I winced as a sharp pain shot through my mouth the moment I bit into the food. 𝐧𝑂𝓥𝚎𝐥𝗇𝐞xt.𝑐𝒐𝓶

Ignoring the discomfort, I pushed myself to eat, knowing that I needed to take my medicine and return to rest as soon as possible. The path to recovery was far from pleasant, but it was a necessary journey.

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Ring Ring Ring !

The sound of my alarm blared, rudely waking me up. However, I didn't leap out of bed right away. Whoever said you'd feel pain the day after getting hurt was spot-on. I mean, come on, my body was swelled and in pain. Even those anti-inflammatory drugs were struggling to keep up. Imagine if I hadn't taken any.

I followed the same routine as yesterday: I ordered food from the hotel staff, eat it down as quickly as my battered body would allow , took my medicine, and promptly went back to sleep without a care.

I was fully aware that others would probably consider my actions crazy. They'd probably lecture me about heading to the hospital instead, and you know what? They'd be absolutely correct. I'd be snoozing away on a hospital bed right now if I wasn't afraid of my aunt coming to know about my current condition.

By afternoon, my body conditions had finally improved. The pain that had consumed my chest and back was no longer as agonizing. But a pressing issue still remained: my mission. I'd squandered so much time, and now I only had a single day left.

My original plan was to methodically execute my revenge strategy against that obnoxious pink-haired girl, but everything had been thrown into chaos. I needed to move quickly or risk failing the mission.

The idea of accessing a skill store after completing the mission had become crucial to me, a way to gain an upper hand since my system wasn't handing out plot armor like candy. I required a skill that could shield me from potential threats from a multiple people.

So with that in my mind , I allocated my stats to something that would aid me in completing my mission against that annoying pink-haired girl.

[4 Charisma ]

That's right , I'd invested all my points in charisma because I'd come to understand that my appearance played a crucial role in improving the odds of my suggestion skill working. This epiphany struck me during the beating I took.

It seemed that suggestion relied on more than just my looks; it also took into account various factors, including the kind of request I'm trying to make others do.

I also noticed that my success rate was lower when dealing with someone who was already frustrated with me. On the flip side, those who had a neutral impression seemed to be more easily influenced by my skill, as I'd observed with the paramedics.

"Time for pain " I muttered to myself .

With the increase in my charisma points, I prepared myself in enduring another round of painful reformation.

But instead, I only experienced a brief warmth spreading through my face for a few seconds. It gave me the impression that things were improving.

However, as I reached up to touch my face, my fingers encountered a slippery sensation that made me break into a nervous sweat.

"What the hell is this sticky thing?" I exclaimed, rushing over to the mirror. My heart raced as I saw my reflection, witnessing my skin shedding like that of a snake.

I tentatively began peeling off the sticky, dead skin. To my astonishment, beneath it was smoother, fresher skin.

My previously dry and acne-prone complexion had vanished, replaced by a smooth skin. Excitement surged through me, and without hesitation, I continued to peel away the remaining layers of dead skin on my face.

"This is perfect for my plan!" A wicked smile spread across my face as I beheld my newly rejuvenated appearance in the mirror.

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Chapter 18: Wholesome

With my new and considerably improved appearance, I was brimming with confidence. I knew this was the missing piece of the puzzle for my plan against that rude pink-haired girl.

I quickly got dressed, opting for a smart and stylish outfit to match my now polished look.

A black fitted blazer hugged my frame, giving off a polished vibe. I paired it with a crisp white button-down shirt that screamed professionalism.

My lower half was adorned with dark gray slacks that accentuated my newly acquired confidence. To complete the look, I added a sleek leather belt and some shiny dress shoes, as if trying to mimic the image of someone who actually had their life together.

With my appearance improved, I felt ready to tackle my mission head-on. My mind was racing with unconventional strategies and tactics to put my suggestion skill to good use.

Success was within my grasp, and I intended to seize it with all the charisma and cunning I could muster.

The brutal beating I endured served as a harsh reminder of my vulnerability.

It was a wake-up call that pushed me to recognize my own weakness. From that moment on, I was determined to shift my focus towards attaining more power. This world was undoubtedly a cruel place, where only the strong could truly survive and thrive.

"Time to check on her,"

I couldn't help but hope that she was still there, just waiting for me to dominate her. A chuckle escaped my lips, a mix of anticipation and a touch of wicked smile. After all, it was about time the tables turned in my favor.

Luckily , the pink-haired woman was still stationed at the desk, engrossed in her phone.

My intention was to approach her immediately, but my attention shifted as I noticed someone else approaching—her boyfriend.

"Hey, what time do you get off?" he inquired.

"That old hag's going to be late, so I'm stuck here. You can wait for me in the lobby," the pink-haired girl retorted with an irritable expression.

I couldn't help but overhear their conversation. Her choice of words certainly didn't paint her in a favorable light. Admittedly, I had badmouthed that lady before, but it was more a critique of her personality than her appearance.

"Nah, I'll just step outside and smoke a cigarette while I wait," the boyfriend replied with a dismissive shake of his head, then turned on his heel and left.

"This is my chance!" I muttered to myself with a sense of urgency. I quickly walked past her and also made my way outside. With her boyfriend acting as an obstacle to my plan, I knew I needed to deal with him before proceeding any further.

As I stepped outside, I spotted him standing a short distance away, lighting a cigarette.

My heart raced with nervousness. This was the moment I had been waiting for—an opportunity to disposed of him and set my plan into motion.

I approached him cautiously, my mind racing with thoughts of how to initiate the conversation. As I drew closer, I cleared my throat and mustered my most confident expression.

"Hey, mind if I join you for a smoke?" I asked, trying to appear casual while suppressing the surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The words flowed effortlessly from my lips, a testament to the influence of my increased charisma. It appeared that my investment in charisma had significantly enhanced my communication skill as well , which was a welcomed advantage in this situation.

"Sure, bro," he replied with a friendly smile, seemingly unfazed by my presence.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for what I was about to do. But, my obsession to get the "skill store" outweighed any qualms I had.

However, just as I was about to proceed, a realization struck me like a lightning bolt. I had no idea how to smoke in the first place. In fact, I didn't even have a cigarette.

Seeing my predicament, he chuckled softly and offered me one.

"Here you go, buddy," he said with a genuine gesture.

"Thanks... uh, thanks a bunch," I mumbled, trying to appear nonchalant. "I actually left my pack in the hotel." I managed a nervous chuckle, all the while berating my luck. Of course, this guy had to be nice and make me feel guilty about my ulterior motive. Why couldn't he just be a jerk and make my task easier?

"Are you also staying at the hotel?" he asked, striking up a conversation.

"Yeah," I responded casually, keeping my tone neutral.

"My girlfriend works there as a desk attendant," he said proudly.

"The one with pink hair?" I pretended to ask innocently, even though I already knew exactly who his girlfriend was. My hidden motive of was to steal and dominate her in the first place.

"Yep, that's her. We've been friends since childhood, and we started dating after high school," he shared with a touch of bashfulness, as if reminiscing about their history.

Seriously, buddy? We barely know each other. Why are you spilling your heartwarming romance tale on me? Are you trying to make me feel like the trashy protagonist in a hentai anime or something?

"Ah , that's a cool story " I replied with a forced smile.

"By the way," he continued, "if you ever find her a bit rude, I apologize on her behalf. She's been through a lot, especially after her parents' divorce. That's why she can be a bit edgy sometimes." He wore a somber expression, clearly deeply caring for her. 𝐧𝑂𝓥𝚎𝐥𝗇𝐞xt.𝑐𝒐𝓶

"Damn it!" I curse inwardly

In that moment, my inner turmoil escalated into an epic battle of good versus evil, with my conscience playing both sides.

On one hand, I had a newfound respect for this guy's understanding and empathy for his girlfriend's struggles. On the other hand, I couldn't shake the fact that I have to dominate his beloved girlfriend for the sake of my mission.

I felt like the villain in a cheesy soap opera, plotting to disrupt their adorable love story. My conscience was wrestling with guilt and absurdity, and I found myself mentally facepalming at the entire situation.

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Chapter 19: The Twist

I threw in the towel, giving up on my initial plan to manipulate and dispose of this guy. The notion of using my suggestion skill to make him leave, clearing the way for me to approach his girlfriend, felt like a morally questionable move. I realized that I didn't want to stoop that low.

Sure, I had my mission to complete, but I didn't want to become the villain in a good guy love story.

Ring Ring Ring

As if on cue, the guy's phone began to ring, startling him from his thoughts. He slowly picked up the phone, and his complexion drained as he heard the call .

"Anna got in an accident?" he exclaimed, his voice quivering with the shock of the news.

"I will go there right away!" he exclaimed, his fingers trembling as he ended the call.

"Hey, could you do me a favor?" he turned to me with urgency, his face still ashen.

"Please let my girlfriend know that something happened to my sister and I have to rush to the hospital. Tell her to grab a taxi home," he requested, his words hurried as he made his way to his car.

As he drove off, a bewildering sense of confusion enveloped me. What just transpired left me baffled and pondering the strange sequence of events.

"What should I do now?" I mumbled to myself, a sense of uncertainty looming over me. Feeling lost, I returned to the hotel and approached her.

"Hey, your boyfriend had an emergency," I informed her, my voice steady despite my inner turmoil. 𝐧𝑂𝓥𝚎𝐥𝗇𝐞xt.𝑐𝒐𝓶

She raised her head slowly, her eyes locking onto my face. To my surprise, she didn't wear that same scornful expression this time. Although I wasn't the epitome of handsomeness, my appearance had improved from my initial pitiable state.

"What did he say, sir?" she inquired, the word "sir" slipping from her lips with a forced politeness that felt insincere.

"He mentioned that his sister, Anna, was in an accident," I responded. I had anticipated a shocked or concerned reaction from her upon hearing such news. But, her expression remained unchanged, as if she wasn't remotely interested in the well-being of her boyfriend's sister.

Her lack of empathy was truly a sight to behold, almost as if she had a heart made of ice. You should be thankful that your boyfriend was a good guy, or else…

Shaking my head at her insensitive reaction, I decided to go to the hotel's restaurant. The small dining area offered little space but it provided a good vantage point of the front desk.

While I mulled over my options, one question loomed: should I resort to cheating the system again? The last time I had attempted that, it nearly cost me my life.

As I contemplated my next move, it struck me that while I had abandoned my malicious plan, I still had to fulfill my mission. The mission's goal was to achieve domination, and that word could be interpreted in various ways.

Did it strictly mean overpowering someone physically and emotionally, or could it involve asserting control in a different manner?

Perhaps, rather than resorting to manipulation or deceit, the mission could be accomplished by a simple act—like making her admit her mistakes. After all, admitting one's wrongs and learning from them could be a form of domination over one's ego.

"I will try that first," With my new plan in place, I decided to wait patiently for her shift to end. While I waited, I headed to the restaurant counter to order dinner. The limited menu didn't bother me much; I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to be picky about the food.

After eating dinner, I stayed in the restaurant to wait for her. The clock seemed to tick slowly as I pondered over the approaching conversation. How would she react? Would my approach make any difference?

But then, life decided to throw a curveball that broke my brain's last straw.

"What the hell !" My jaw practically hit the floor as I witnessed the scene unfold before my eyes.

An old guy walked in, approaching the pink-haired girl.

To my shock, she kiss him in the cheek right in the middle of the lobby. My mind couldn't process the audacity of her actions. She was cheating on her boyfriend, the very same one who was dealing with an emergency involving his sister. What a heartless move.

My initial frustration and determination were now mixed with a wave of disbelief.

I had been willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, hoping for a chance to resolve our issues maturely. But seeing her infidelity right in front of me, my thoughts took a darker turn. This woman deserved no sympathy, and my plan to complete my mission through understanding quickly turned into a desire to expose her for the hypocrite she was.

"Don't worry, Mr. Good Guy," I muttered to myself, clenching my fist in an attempt to act like a hero of justice.

In truth, I was just relieved that circumstances had given me the green light to proceed with my initial plan without any lingering guilt.

I couldn't help but grin at the irony – in a twisted way, I was doing the boyfriend a favor by exposing his unfaithful partner. So much for the fake morality of my previous intentions. With a chuckle, I was ready to take on this mission with all I got.

"Blame yourself for being a cheater . Hehehe"

I discreetly followed the cheating duo to the parking lot.

With a sly grin, I managed to record them leaving the hotel together on my phone – evidence that could serve as some rather compelling blackmail material. Their lack of restraint was going to come back to haunt them in a big way.

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Chapter 20: Consecutive Notification

Finally, after a couple of minutes, the pink-haired woman stepped out of the car, looking all disheveled with her hair all over the place.

I thought they'd both come out together, but the guy left immediately after giving her a brown envelope. She opened it, and her face lit up as she started counting the money inside.

A grin appeared on her face as she carefully tucked the money into her bag.

'So, he's her sugar daddy, huh?' I whispered to myself, realizing that the other guy must be providing her with financial support.

'This is my chance,' I murmured, taking slow and deliberate steps towards her. With her back turned, she remained blissfully unaware of my approach until I was only about two meters away.

"I saw everything!" I exclaimed, my voice catching her off guard. She spun around to face me, her expression shifting to one of unease.

"You're that guy from earlier," she said nervously.

"I saw you cheating just now," I stated with a hint of disdain.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she retorted defensively.

"I have evidence. I have a picture of you kissing him in the lobby!" I accused, even though I actually didn't have any photographic proof since I was too caught up in the moment to take a picture.

[Suggestion : Success ]

"I..." She stammered, clearly taken aback.

[Ding 10XP]

This is my chance! Without giving her a chance to respond, I use my suggestion skill once again.

"I also have a video of you leaving the hotel together, and the moment you entered the car!" I added confidently.

[Suggestion : Success]

[Ding 10XP]

Her expression underwent a rapid transformation as my accusations sunk in.

She seemed to want to retort, but my skill had already planted those ideas firmly in her head. In her mind at that moment, all that I said was undeniably true. So I decided to push my skill to the limit.

"I'm Juck's friend, and I feel obligated to let him know about what you've been doing behind his back," I scolded her, pretending as if I was chastising her for betraying my supposed friend. Of course, I'd only met that guy thrice, and as for the name, well, my Mind Eye skill proved quite handy this time. .

[Suggestion : Success]

"Please, don't do that! He'll be heartbroken if he finds out," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation.

[Ding 50XP]

Her genuine fear of the consequences was quite strong given the substantial amount of XP the system had awarded me. But it was her fault in the first place. She should've been more discreet and not flaunted her affair around the hotel lobby like that. She practically handed me more ammunition to use against her.

"But your actions aren't exactly right. Cheating on your boyfriend while he's dealing with an emergency situation – do you feel any remorse for that?" I scolded her, attempting to trigger her guilt. It's strange, but ever since I put those points into charisma, my way with words seems to have improved significantly.

My plan is to break her down gradually before I start pushing for bolder requests. I call it the "safest way to use suggestion."

"I did it for him," she choked out through her sobs.

"Wait, what?" I was taken aback once again. What was going on with this couple?

"I hooked up with that guy to help him with his sister's hospital bills. I got a text from him about her condition," she explained through her sobs. Her pitiful appearance almost triggered my male instinct to comfort her, but I managed to resist the urge.

"Don't be naive, you idiot," I silently scolded myself. Her explanation felt like a blatant lie.

The fact that she used the term "sister" instead of "Anna" was a glaring inconsistency. I recalled our previous conversation and her lack of reaction to the accident, and it was clear she was trying to manipulate me with her story. I refused to be fooled.

I'm sorry, but I'm an expert at spotting manipulative women. Compared to my aunt, you're just an amateur in that department.

"Don't lie to me ?" I sneered in contempt.

She didn't respond; instead, she averted her eyes.

"I've had enough of your lies. I'm going to call Juck now and send him the pictures and videos," I declared.

[Suggestion Succeed]

"No, please. I'll do anything, just don't tell him," she pleaded, rushing towards me and attempting to hug me.

[Ding 50XP]

"Don't come any closer," I warned firmly, holding my ground.

[Suggestion Succeed]

She stop in her tracks as my words registered. The idea of using my suggestion skill to take advantage of her had crossed my mind, but sleeping with her right now was out of the question. Maybe if she took a shower and cleaned up, but even then, I wasn't inclined to settle for her. I'd rather take my chances with that rude attendant from before.

But I still have big plans for her.

"From now on, you will follow all my commands if you don't want your boyfriend to know," I asserted firmly.

[Suggestion Succeed]

"Alright, as long as you don't tell him," she replied, her voice trembling.

"And from now on, I don't want you sleeping with any other guys except Juck or if I specifically say so," I commanded, adding that last part as a contingency. After all, this girl was still a cutie, and who knows, I might change my mind later on.

[Suggestion Succeed]

"I promise," she replied, her voice laden with resignation.

[Ding 50XP]

[Ding 50XP] 𝐧𝑂𝓥𝚎𝐥𝗇𝐞xt.𝑐𝒐𝓶

[Domination Percentage : 60%]

The consecutive notifications felt like a victory song playing in my ears.

"Follow me ," I ordered .

Chapter 21: Domination

Back in my hotel room, I'd led her here under my influence. With my skills in play, I didn't have to worry about her betraying me.

"That's right, hit the spot and push harder!" I let out a satisfied groan, thoroughly relishing the moment. The same girl who had been so rude to me was now massaging my feet. Of course, I'd made her take a shower and brush her teeth first before allowing her anywhere near me.

I don't have any information about the specific events that occurred inside the car, but based on my vast experience watching porn, I can make some educated guesses.

[Domination : 62%]

This is too slow and I don't think a foot massage will suffice as punishment. I can see this notification now, and I believe I need to reach 100% to finish the objective. This requires me to break her mind down further and push her limits.

"Take off your clothes," I said decisively. I wanted to personally see a naked female body up close.

"What!" She was taken aback.

"I told you undress," I commanded, this time using my suggestion skill.

[Suggestion: Success]

With an embarrassed and hesitant look, she began to remove her clothing one piece at a time.

First, her top came off, revealing her white bra. Then, she stood up to take off her pants. She might have thought that I was planning something inappropriate, judging by the wide grin on my face, it was clear that my intentions were not good in her perspective. And I don't really blame her.

[Domination: 69%]

Seeing the percentage of domination increase further, I realized that pushing her to do embarrassing tasks was indeed effective.

"Go on,"

With my suggestion skill in full effect, she was force to continue undressing until she was completely naked. Her smooth skin was now fully exposed, and I couldn't deny that she had an attractive body. I can even see that her pussy appeared freshly shaved, it did not look used at all.

She had a great figure. Just looking at her delicate body made my dick swell. But I have to restrain myself or I'll have an orgasm just by looking at her. I'm not embarrassed though, this is just normal because I'm a virgin.

Although I had initially decided not to touch her after witnessing her previous actions, I realized that not much had truly changed. She already had a boyfriend and was surely experienced in the first place. Nevertheless, I decided that tonight wouldn't be the night for such things.

"Now, lick it," I commanded, and she simply nodded, seemingly understanding my intention as she tied her hair.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked with a mocking tone as I raised my legs.

"Didn't you tell me to suck your dick?" she replied, clearly misunderstanding my command.

"Suck me? I want you to lick my feet!" I chuckled, correcting her. 𝐧𝑂𝓥𝚎𝐥𝗇𝐞xt.𝑐𝒐𝓶

"You..." Her face turned red with embarrassment.

But despite her embarrassment, she complied with my order. Her warm and ticklish tongue satisfying my feet made me realize the extent of my new power.

It was a sensation of dominance that I couldn't help but tale pleasure in. This was the feeling of being strong, and I found myself loving every moment of it.

The potential of what I could achieve with this power was both exciting and terrifying. But in that moment, all I could focus on was the surreal sight before me—a cute girl, naked and obedient, fulfilling my every command . It was an experience that was both intoxicating and addicting

[Domination: 80%]

With a mix of strange thoughts I continued to watch her fulfill my commands of licking my fingers this time around. Time seemed to slip away, and as the alarm on my phone suddenly rang, I was jolted back to reality. Glancing at the screen, I noticed that it was already midnight.

A sudden thought struck me—my 18th birthday had just arrived. The absurdity of the situation seemed to amplify this realization. In a moment of impulsiveness, I stood up abruptly and reached for her pink hair.

"It's my birthday so I will let you have some fun"

The words spilled out of my mouth, a combination of audacity and amusement evident in my tone. It was as if the system power had loosened my inhibitions, allowing me to indulge in my sadistic nature.

"Okay," she replied without protest, her compliance surprising me. So without hesitation, I seized the opportunity and pressed my cock against her lips, letting her take it into her mouth.

JAM!

"AHHHHH" I groaned as I felt her wet saliva covering my dick. The first sensation was heavenly , warm and ticklish. I found myself unable to resist the temptation and began moving her head back and forth, caught up in the intensity of the moment.

While I couldn't care less about her feelings, seeing her teary face made me strangely satisfied with my own pleasure. I was gifted with a larger dick size than most Koreans, so her mouth was stretched wide as I indulged in the sensation.

Lost in the overwhelming pleasure, I paid little attention to her well-being, focusing solely on satisfying myself.

HUMP!

HUMP!

HUMP!

Saliva began to drip onto the floor, and as I glanced downward, I noticed tears welling up in her eyes . Strangely, instead of feeling remorse, my excitement only grew stronger. Forcibly guiding her by her hair, I directed her towards the desk, positioning her against the wall. This arrangement allowed me to increased the intensity even further.

"Do you like sucking the dick of someone you barely know that much?" I snarled, smiling wickedly as I continued my aggressive motions.

HUMP!

HUMP!

HUMP!

"You must be thrilled to be dominated by another man? You whore, this is more of a reward than a punishment for you! Hahaha"

"Answer me !," I chuckled, observing her struggling breathing.

"..." She attempted to form words, but only incomprehensible sounds escaped her mouth.

[Domination 95%]

As I saw the domination meter reaching its peak I also increase my paced. I could feel all my semen building up already and I plan to unload it insider her mouth in one go. This rude girl deserved this punishment .

HUMP!

HUMP!

HUMP!

"That's right, suck it harder. AH. AH . AAGGHH" I groaned as I finally reach my limit.

I felt my cock throb as I let go of all my white stuff in her mouth. The sensation was so extraordinary that I felt all of my strength leaving my body.

She, on the other hand, choked with my semen, and she began coughing, my thick white stuff dripping from her mouth as she did.

DRIP DRIP DRIP

The white stuff tainted the floor , and a peculiar sense of satisfaction washed over me as I watched her yield to my influence. But I'm not done yet.

[Domination 99%]

"What are you doing, letting such a delicacy go to waste?" I taunted.

"Lick it off the floor!,"

[Domination 100%]

[Mission Complete]

Chapter 22: Twisted System

I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked at the system screen.

The Domination skill had reached 100%, and my mission "Dominate a woman" was finally completed. I was glad to have achieved it, though the means were far from being called morally acceptable.

With a mix of emotions, I thought about the pink haired woman lying in bed. I realized that my actions had taken me to a dark and twisted place, fueled by my new power.

Sitting in my chair, I couldn't help but contemplate. The system I possessed was twisted, and honestly, I wasn't a good person either.

If it weren't for that infidelity I had witnessed earlier – who's to say how much further I would have fallen down this dark path?

"But, am I really regretting my actions?"

As I reflected on my recent impulsiveness, I questioned whether I was truly feeling guilty or if it was just a fleeting emotion.

The truth was, while there was a hint of remorse, I wasn't really bothered by it . What mattered was accepting the fact that I needed to adopt a more ruthless approach if I wanted to fully utilize the potential of my twisted system.

That's right, I have to stand by my decisions without any regrets. Even if I were to go back in time, I'd make the same choices again. Guilt won't change anything now; it's too late for that. I've come to terms with the fact that I have to be the bad guy in order to grow stronger.

"Status," I muttered to myself, eager to see the outcome of all the hard effort I had put in .

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 18 years old

Overall Stats : 17.5 𝐧𝑂𝓥𝚎𝐥𝗇𝐞xt.𝑐𝒐𝓶

Level (5) [450/1000]

Attributes

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 5.3

Stamina: 0.5

Endurance: 4.1

Intelligence: 2.6

Charisma: 4.5

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 2]

Suggestion [Level 7]

Skill Store I

Attribute Points: 0

Skill points: 2

Domination Points : 1

"Domination Points?" I exclaimed in surprise as I observed yet another point system within my status.

The display showed a value of 1, leading me to assume that I earned one point for each woman I asserted control over. It seemed like this system was hell bent on encouraging me to embrace a darker a path.

"Skill Store"

With excitement, I summoned the virtual store, eager to explore the array of skills I could acquire immediately.

[Ding!]

Another window promptly appeared before me, listing the following options:

Bronze Rank Skill

Cost : 1 Domination Points

Superior Memory Retention (Upgradeable): The ability to remember things with incredible clarity, making it easier to recall details, facts, and experiences. While not superhuman, this skill could be incredibly useful for academics, professionals, and individuals who want to enhance their learning and cognitive abilities.

Quick Learning (Upgradeable): The capacity to quickly grasp new skills and information, allowing for efficient mastery of various subjects. This skill could make learning new languages, instruments, or other skills significantly easier, but it wouldn't grant instant expertise.

Intuitive Complex Problem Solving: (Upgradeable): A knack for intuitively grasping complex problems and finding innovative solutions. This skill might not solve every problem instantly, but it could lead to creative insights and a more efficient thought process when tackling challenges.

Intense Concentration (Upgradeable): The ability to maintain intense concentration on a task for extended periods. This skill could lead to increased productivity, better quality work, and improved efficiency in various activities.

Enhanced Cognitive Intuition (Upgradeable): Developing a strong sense of intuition that helps you make better decisions by tapping into your subconscious insights. This could be beneficial in decision-making and problem-solving scenarios.

The presence of the word " Bronze ranks" caught my attention, indicating that the available skills varied in their power. While not overwhelmingly overpowered, the skills were undoubtedly impressive, especially considering their potential for upgrades.

Among them, the "Quick Learning" skill particularly stood out to me.

The prospect of swiftly grasping learning things held immense value for my long-term growth. As I pondered further, the realization that this skill could be further enhanced at higher levels, possibly enabling me to master new subjects almost instantly, filled me with anticipation. The possibilities that lay ahead were truly limitless .

Regrettably, I lack sufficient Domination points to purchase the other skills at the moment. However, I'm not disheartened by this, as I am aware that I can accumulate more points in the future.

"I choose Quick Learning"

After choosing the "Quick Learning" skill, I suddenly felt lightheaded for a few seconds. I couldn't help but notice that my head began to ache as well.

It crossed my mind that this skill might be reconfiguring my brain somehow. I struggled to speak coherently, my hand instinctively reaching to hold my head as I tried to cope with the discomfort and refrain from shouting and expressing my pain.

As a few more seconds passed, the pain became increasingly unbearable. It felt as though my consciousness was gradually slipping away.

Unable to withstand the agony any longer, I made the decision to stop resisting and allow myself to succumb to the pain. With a sense of surrender, I let myself drift into a state of unconsciousness, seeking comfort in sleep.

After a deep and restful sleep, I slowly woke up. As my surroundings became clearer, I noticed that my mind felt sharper and more alert. I wasn't sure if it was due to the effects of the "Quick Learning" skill, but there was definitely a noticeable change in how I felt.

"Status, Skill"

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 2]

Suggestion [Level 7] [13% chance]

Quick Learning [Level 1] [25% increase]

Skill Store I

Seeing my skill set, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had wisely saved some attribute points for this very moment. Without wasting any time, I gleefully funneled my remaining attribute points into the "Quick Learning" skill.

Quick Learning [Level 1] — [Level 3] [75% increase]

It was a good progression, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

All I needed now was to boost it a little further to reach 100%, and I'd have double the learning speed. I felt like I was gaming the system and winning big, and it was a satisfying feeling.

"This is what I call progress !" I exclaimed, feeling like a savvy investor watching their stocks rise.

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Chapter 23: Doll or Dull?

I woke up as sunlight sneaked through the curtains, gently nudging me out of sleep. I stretched and yawned, feeling more awake with each passing moment.

And oh boy, did I have a grin plastered on my face , a souvenir from the first time experience I had last night. I couldn't help but feel like the king of my own little kingdom, basking in the afterglow of my victorious conquest.

But this time, my conquest was a bit different – it was this sleeping, sassy, yet cute girl lying next to me.

I got out of bed and placed my feet on the carpet floor. The morning light painted the room in soft colors, creating a calm atmosphere. I knew it was time to focus on reclaiming my inheritance, something that had been unfairly taken away from me

But Before diving into anything else, I needed to address this girl first. Not that I was particularly worried about her well-being; rather, I was more concerned about potential future complications stemming from my unique abilities.

As I stood there, contemplating the situation, it became apparent that my powers centered around twisting minds. The intricate workings of the human mind weren't exactly a hidden secret, and this realization only added to my concern.

With a sigh, I decided to take action. I paced around the room, mulling over the best way to handle this.

Eventually, I crouched beside the bed and observed her sleeping face. She was still naked and only her blanket kept her skin covered. As a " Man of Culture" , it felt only right for me to look after her well being. So I carefully removed the sheet, revealing her sexy figure.

Surprisingly, even after I sprayed her with my milk last night, she still carried a pleasant fragrance. I realized it was probably my oversight for not instructing her to take a shower afterward. Fortunately, her sweat wasn't the type that would make me nauseous. In fact, it was oddly appealing and alluring – a sweet and sour aroma that seemed to linger in the air around her.

"Hey there," I spoke in a firm voice, "time to wake up."

As I waited for a response, a part of me hoped she'd awaken soon, not for her sake, but to test my hypothesis.

After a few moments of shaking her shoulder and softly calling out to her, her eyelids began to flutter. Her serene expression shifted as awareness gradually returned. With a soft murmur, she blinked her eyes open, the drowsiness still evident in her gaze.

Confusion momentarily clouded her features, as if she were trying to piece together where she was and why she had been woken up.

Suddenly, her expression shifted, going completely blank for a brief moment before returning to normal.

"Good morning, Master," she greeted me with a genuine smile, as if whatever evil things I did to her last night was no longer an issue.

"Master?" I repeated, feeling puzzled by the sudden change. Things were quite different from our previous interaction.

Earlier, even with my suggestive influence, she had shown some resistance and anger in her eyes. But now, that resistance seemed to have vanished, replaced by a look of admiration directed towards me. 𝐧𝑂𝓥𝚎𝐥𝗇𝐞xt.𝑐𝒐𝓶

This shift made me wonder if this was the result of the Domination power.

That's what I initially thought. But for now, I decided to test her reactions and see how she responds.

"Blow... Brush your teeth first and take a bath," I instructed, this time avoiding the use of suggestion altogether.

"Yes, master," she replied with a nod, devoid of any resistance in her voice. It was as if I were speaking to a robot rather than a human being. Although she retained her accent and manner of speaking, the absence of any pushback felt out of place.

"Stop," I interjected, a new idea taking shape. "I've changed my mind, I'll be going with you." A mischievous grin spread across my face. How could I resist the chance for some morning fun and excitement?

"I want you to help me wash up," I instructed.

"Yes, Master ,"

With my decision made, we headed into the bathroom. To my surprise, she moved with coordination, as if she were my personal assistant attending to my needs. It was a strange to see, one that I wasn't entirely used to.

As I stood by the sink, she prepared a towel, adjusting the water temperature to my liking. Her movements were fluid , almost as if she had done this a hundred times before. It was a peculiar feeling, being taken care of in such a manner.

"Here you go, master," she said, handing me the towel after ensuring the water was just right. Her tone was respectful, her eyes focused on me in a way that seemed almost servile.

I decided to take off my T-shirt right in front of her, curious to see her reaction.

However, to my surprise, she didn't react at all. It was an odd and unfamiliar sensation. This peculiar detachment left me feeling both intrigued and unsettled, highlighting the depth of the changes brought about by the Domination power.

Let's check how far my domination work first .

"Give me a blow job,"

She knell in the ground and did not hesitate to pull my pants down. It was a good thing I made her brush her teeth first because she opened her mouth so fast that I was caught of guard, but unlike before, she didn't appear bothered by the sheer size of my cock.

"Stop!" I exclaimed in frustration, my patience wearing thin.

This whole situation was far from exciting. What good was having a slave around if she lacked any sort of emotion? It felt like I was engaging with a lifeless sex doll rather than a living, breathing human being. Well, this was certainly not the kind of interaction I had in mind when I started down this path!

"Mind Eye," I muttered to myself. I needed to figure out if there was a way to fix this situation and restore her emotions.

Name: Sang Hoe

Age: 20 years old

Overall Stats: 11.5

Level (3)

Strength : 1

Agility : 1

Stamina : 2

Endurance: 1

Intelligence: 0.5

Charisma : 6

Status : Dominated

Suggestion Chance : 100%

Domination [On] [Off]

"A switch ! Thank you system for being so understating !" I couldn't help but chuckle as I spotted a button in her status.

The relief washed over me as I realized I wasn't stuck with an emotionless doll after all. The thought crossed my mind that I could simply leave her to her own devices, but then again, that would be a waste of resources .I'll release her once I find a new plaything.

"For now, your job is to keep me entertained until I lose interest," I stated firmly, gripping her by the hair .

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Chapter 24: Power and Corruption

"Please, let me go already," Sang's voice pleaded, the desperation evident in her tone. It seemed like turning off the Domination Ability was working as intended.

The rush of excitement surged within me as I observed the change in her expression. This was exactly what I had been aiming for – an expressive individual, not a mere puppet. It was refreshing to witness the return of her genuine emotions.

I didn't stop there; instead, I ramped up the pace once more. I wasn't too concerned about facing any consequences for my actions. If needed, I could use Suggestion to silence her objections, or if that didn't work, rely on Domination to bend her will to mine.

Humans are truly fascinating creatures. We often claim to be inherently kind and loving, but deep down, I knew that was just a fa?ade. Fear of consequences – like imprisonment, punishment, or humiliation – keeps us in check, forcing us to adhere to moral standards.

But what if those consequences didn't exist? What if we could act without fear? Now, I was living proof of that concept. The speed at which I succumbed to my own power was alarmingly rapid. It was both a revelation and a terrifying realization of how quickly corruption could take hold.

Do I think that the system was responsible for changing me? Not at all. The truth was, I was already a broken individual from the beginning. Getting a power that could manipulate and distort minds simply unveil my true self. There was no need for the system to alter anything; it merely revealed the aspects of me that had been lurking beneath the surface all along.

Am I evil then? Certainly, by conventional standards, I could be considered as such. However, I don't view my actions as wrong.

Just like a tiger hunting weaker prey, their actions might seem cruel to us, but it's a part of their natural behavior. In a similar way, having this twisted power means I can't be seen as a regular human anymore. To move forward, I needed to accept this new mindset and adapt to the changes within me.

"Stop resisting just enjoy it." You are now my property. " I grinned as I inserted my fingers into both ends of her mouth to stretch it. She looks angry right now, but I'm not done yet.

I kept asserting my control, enjoying the power I had over her.

"You'll soon realize that resistance is futile, and surrendering to me is your only option," I said with a devilish grin.

SOB! SOB! SOB!

This image of her tears mingling with her saliva and my own cock was liberating for me. I'm aware that I'm already the bad guy in her mind, but I don't care at this point. I needed to make myself more numb, insensitive, yes, I'm doing this to train myself to have a stronger will power.

"I'm cumming in your mouth , so you better drink everything !"

I began to increase the speed of my thrust, and her tongue began to twist as well. It appears that the initial defiance was merely for show. I can even see her nipples protruding, indicating that she was roused by all of this.

What a fantastic specimen. This lady is a hidden Masochist. Her willingness to experience such great pleasure suggests a secret longing for suffering and submission. It's amazing to watch the depths of her sexual tastes play out in front of me.

She may be rude and a cheater, but at least she knows how to do a great blowjob.

Finally, I can't take it anymore because the pleasure is too much for me. My cock reacts with an increased throbbing sensation , pushing me to let go.

"ARGH" I unloaded everything in one strong burst of satisfaction, holding her head tightly, and filling her mouth with my semen.

She struggled to pull her head back. But I didn't let that happen. Instead, I pushed it further into her throat till my cock was directly releasing everything inside.

THUD!

She collapsed onto the ground, sobbing a little bit, while also vomiting the excess liquid from her mouth.

I was now taking a relaxing bath, with Sang tenderly brushing my back. The surprising thing was that I hadn't used Domination or Suggestion this time. She was assisting me purely because I had asked, willingly and without any form of manipulation.

"Just a reminder, you're my property now, so I'd prefer if you don't engage with other men," I warned her.

I was aware that I had already used my skills to implant that notion in her mind last night. Still, I was curious to witness her reaction without the influence of my power.

"Alright, but what about my boyfriend?" she inquired.

This situation is quite the dilemma. On one side, I don't want to leave that good-hearted guy heartbroken. But considering everything that's happened between me and his girlfriend, is it really okay to just give her back? I mean, logically, it shouldn't bother me since she was his girlfriend to begin with. However, something about that doesn't sit well with me. It's a bit strange, considering I enjoy reading netorare hentai, but in reality, I'm not really interested in sharing what I see as my possession.

Perhaps I'll just hold onto her until I'm finished.

"Tell your boyfriend that you need some space," I instructed her. This time, I used Suggestion to ensure she would comply.

[Suggestion Success]

"Alright," she nodded in agreement, continuing to serve me diligently. We also engaged in intimate activity; she was already aroused and eager, so it seemed fitting to reward her for her efforts. Taking in my huge cock wasn't a simple task, after all. 𝐧𝑂𝓥𝚎𝐥𝗇𝐞xt.𝑐𝒐𝓶

Lying in bed, I reviewed all the information I had gathered from last night's experiment. As for Sang, she had already gone back home.

"It appears that I no longer receive any EXP from women I've already dominated," I murmured to myself, reflecting on this significant discovery. This realization was crucial, as it meant Domination had its limitations – using it too hastily would cut off my source of EXP.

"Should I return home now?" I questioned myself. Being 18, I already possessed the authority to stand up for myself.

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Chapter 25: Self-proclaimed

Sitting alone in the hotel room, I had a simple breakfast before me: two fried eggs, a hotdog, and some crispy bacon. As I ate, my mind was preoccupied with things to do.

My focus was on figuring out the best way to return home and reclaim my inheritance. It wasn't going to be easy. I knew my aunt and uncle wouldn't hand it over willingly; sometimes money matters more than family ties.

Oh yeah, family ties were a real treasure in my life, especially considering someone had even kindly poisoned me. So heading back there without proper preparation would be a suicidal move.

But hold up, a lightbulb suddenly flickered in my mind. I hastily dug into my bag to find that very bottle of water I'd guzzled down that fateful day.

I had nearly let this slip from my mind. It was crucial to confirm whether this water had truly been laced with poison or if my death was merely attributed to some pre-existing ailment.

Depending on the outcome, I would then decide the appropriate course of action against whoever had attempted to end my life.

Whoever was responsible, I was determined to make them deeply regret ever crossing paths with me.

The problem now was how to test the water for poison.

"Let's start by checking in on Discord and asking my virtual friends," I mused aloud.

Most of them are self-proclaimed experts, while others insist they're studying medicine. Truth be told, I'm not even sure if I should take their words seriously anymore. It's entirely possible that they're just like I used to be – scouring the internet for information and pretending they know what they're talking about.

I couldn't help but recall a time when I had posed as an expert in dating women. I presented myself as someone with a constant stream of romantic conquests, even buying into some questionable dating books so I can brag about my supposed strategies to get bitches.

The memory of the money I'd spent on those dubious manuals only fueled my irritation. After all, it seemed that the key to attracting women wasn't just confidence; having an appealing appearance and significant financial resources was the most essential – both of which I didn't possess.

I typed out a message on Discord:

Me: Hey, does anyone know how to test water for poison?

Responses began pouring in shortly after.

Dr.Stranger0513: I'm well-versed in testing water for poison.

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HentaiOne-chan: Not to brag, but I majored in chemistry during my college years. I even had the chance to do on-the-job training at an international pharmacy company.

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DemonicGod: I've got a medical degree and my own license. You'd be better off heeding my advice, my friend, rather than these self-proclaimed experts.

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As anticipated, the self-proclaimed experts were swift to reply.

Me: Kindly assist this humble soul, please.

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Dr.Stranger0513: You can determine if it's poisonous by its taste.

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DemonicGod: Are you out of your mind? Do you want him dead? No, don't follow his advice. You can test it by using it on a plant and seeing if it dies.

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HentaiOne-chan: No, you numskull, you can identify it by the smell. Poison has a distinct odor.

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Dr.Stranger0513: He's not some sort of poison-sniffing cultivator! How could he smell poison, for heaven's sake? Tasting it is a better option. He won't kick the bucket as long as he rinses his mouth afterward. Just don't swallow it.

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DemonicGod: I'm the doctor here, and all he needs to do is test it on a plant!

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HentaiOne-chan: Oh, come on, and wait for a whole month to get results? So much for your licensed. You can't even treat an amoeba with that pathetic IQ of yours. Hahaha, burn!

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The conversation took an amusing twist as the virtual self proclaimed experts engaged in a heated argument over the most effective method to detect poison in water.

"These guys," I couldn't help but sigh. What did I expect from them? I was about to close my PC when suddenly, a reply that actually made sense caught my attention.

Innocent: You won't believe it, but us humans and lab rats actually share a crazy high percentage of DNA stuff. It's like we're long-lost genetic cousins! And get this, sometimes what they figure out with lab rats can kinda give us a clue about how things might work for us.

One trick they do is this water test thing. They give a lab rat a tiny sip of water that might be poisoned. If the rat freaks out, gets sick, or worse, it's like a red flag for poison. But hold up, this isn't some DIY stuff. You'd need a real expert to read the rat's signals. Still, way safer than tasting or smelling the water yourself, right?

Innocent? The name on Discord sounded unfamiliar to me. This guy must be a newcomer to the server. Regardless, his explanation actually made sense. The way he presented it was quite straightforward and easy to understand.

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Me: Thank you for your explanation. By the way, where do you think I can find a lab rat?

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Innocent You're welcome! Getting a lab rat might not be so simple. These rats are usually bred and raised in specific research settings. Finding one for a single test could be quite challenging.

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Me: Can I use normal rats?

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Innocent: You know, regular rats and lab rats might seem kinda similar, but they're actually pretty different. Lab rats are like the fancy, specially-bred ones with all the right genes in a super-controlled environment. That's what makes experiments so precise. But if you're dealing with some seriously powerful poison, your everyday rat might still freak out and react big time.

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Me: Thank you very much.

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Innocent: NP

This guy is really helpful. Let me express my gratitude with a little gift.

[Gift Nitro]

That's settled then. If we're considering its potency, the poison would have to be really strong to have killed me within seconds of consumption. This guy truly knows his stuff.

With a plan in mind, my next step was to locate a rat for testing.

Hunting one down myself would be a hassle, so I decided it would be more convenient to purchase one online. In today's online world, I was confident that for the right price, I could easily find someone selling rats.

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Chapter 26: Careful Approach

Back in the hotel room, I considered myself fortunate to have managed to purchase a genuine lab rat from an online seller.

Initially, I inquired about regular rats that he usually bred as snake food. However, luck was on my side when I happened to mention lab rats, and it turned out that he actually had one available for sale.

I watched the rats closely, my attention fully absorbed by the tiny creatures as they darted about within their cage. It was an odd sort of focus, considering I was essentially running experiments on them.

These particular rats had pristine white fur and were noticeably smaller than the typical sewer-dwelling kind.

And Here I am, peering at these innocent little rats, fully aware of their future.

I'm feeling a bit guilty ,so, I will just chalk up their unfortunate end to the person who had apparently plotted my death.

I'll be sure to let them know that their actions led to a few less rodents in the world. But hey, in the spirit of paying respects, I solemnly promised to channel my inner avenger and make these rodents' sacrifice count. Because clearly, this is how justice works.

"Now time to get serious," I muttered to myself

Armed with my collection of tools and resources, I was all set to dive into the experiment and unveil the truth about the suspected poison in the water.

I prepared the materials, setting up a controlled environment to ensure accurate results. Placing a small amount of the suspect water into a dropper, I watched as the rats curiously approached.

As I released a single drop onto the floor of their cage, I held my breath, waiting to see if any reaction would occur.

Minutes ticked by, and nothing seemed to change.

The rats continued their usual activities, seemingly unaffected by the drop of water. Doubt started to creep in as I questioned whether I had been wrong.

Had I been too hasty in my assumptions? Maybe the water was just plain old water, and the culprit of my death was actually my questionable diet of late-night snacks and Netflix binges?

But just when I was ready to wave the white flag of failure over my "genius" experiment, something unexpected happened.

Out of the blue, one of the rats came to a screeching halt. It sniffed around the vicinity of the water droplet, then acted like it had just encountered a chili pepper coated in hot sauce. The rat dashed away, taking refuge in a far corner of the cage. 𝔫𝓞𝐕𝑒𝓛𝗇𝖊xt.𝕔𝑶𝗆

This unexpected rat behavior – the equivalent of a rat screaming "I ain't touching that shit!" – was exactly the sign I was hoping for.

But my hunger for the truth wouldn't let me off the hook that easily.

I was on a mission for answers, darn it! So, I geared up for Round Two of Rat Roulette.

This time, I skipped the droplet drama and went straight for the high-stakes game: mixing the suspicious water right into the rat food. If this water was indeed harboring some nasty poison, this approach would serve up a direct and thorough investigation.

As I kept my eyes glued to the rat trio, time ticked by. seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as I patiently observed their every move, waiting for any sign of change. And sure enough, my persistence was rewarded – a reaction started to unfold before my eyes.

The one that had previously shown a response to the water droplet – began to exhibit signs of distress. Its movements slowed, and its eating became lethargic.

Soon, it abandoned the food entirely, retreating to a corner of the cage. To my surprise, the other rats mirrored the same behavior, their vigor replaced by a gradual decline in activity.

My heart raced, and I was shocked to see the potency and effect of the water. The rats' actions weren't just some random behavior; they were showing signs that were eerily similar to my own frightening experience of uncontrollable and terrifying blood vomiting.

It was like a puzzle coming together, leaving little room for doubt – the water I had ingested was definitely contaminated with a lethal poison.

"So someone actually want me dead. Motherfuckers!" I exclaimed, my frustration evident as I slammed my hand onto the desk. It was a natural reaction – anyone would be enraged if they found out they were a target of such malicious intent. But the burning question remained: who could it be?

My mind raced through the list of potential suspects. Allysa, my first and perhaps most obvious suspect, had motives that couldn't be ignored.

Then there was my uncle, who also had access to my inheritance and stood to gain from my death. Additionally, there was Allysa's sister, who frequented the house and could have played a role in the sinister plot.

With these three individuals in the spotlight, my suspicions grew stronger. I need to know who among them wanted me death.

Naturally, I had every intention of serving up a hefty dose of retribution to all those involved of my misery . But the individual who had taken a shot at ending my life? Oh, they were in for a special treat, a unique spot in my heart reserved just for them. It might not be a place they'd want to be, though.

"What's my next move?" I wondered silently.

Then, like a light bulb flickering on, a rather cunning idea struck me – why not use my power to force the truth out of them? It sounded like a neat plan.

Thanks to my unique skill, I had the means to compel confessions and eliminate any lingering doubts. The trick, though, was to conduct these interrogations far from my home, just to ensure my safety.

The individual behind this murderous intent clearly has no qualms about ending my life, so confronting them directly might not be the smartest move. While I do have the advantage of the system, I'm not naive enough to blindly walk into a potential trap.

And as for involving the police, well, that's a whole different story. Given the extreme transformation I've undergone in such a short span of time, it's highly unlikely that they'd take my word for anything. Even my aunt could deny knowing me, and they'd probably believe her without a second thought

My goal was clear: isolate my main suspect and extract the truth, no distractions allowed.

Time to channel my inner detective Con*n, I suppose.

I swiftly open up my computer and sent a message over to my dear beloved aunt. She was my main suspect, plus she was someone I could easily get in touch with. My uncle, on the other hand, tended to be out and about most of the time.

..

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Me: Let's meet up at Starbucks - 72 Toegye-ro, Hoehyeon-dong, at 12:00 pm. Your video will go viral online if you don't show up. Don't involve the police or your video will be released automatically.

This was my brilliant plan, inspired by a Korean series. I chose a Starbucks near the market because it's usually crowded.

Now, it's time to get everything ready.

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Chapter 27: Meet up

I arrived at the Starbucks located at 72 Toegye-ro, Hoehyeon-dong, a bit later than the designated time. 𝔫𝓞𝐕𝑒𝓛𝗇𝖊xt.𝕔𝑶𝗆

The café was located in the middle of a bustling market area, its large glass windows providing a clear view of the interior. The signature green and white Starbucks logo stood out against the surroundings, attracting passersby and customers alike. As I gazed at the café from outside, I could see a mix of people seated at various tables, engaged in conversations or immersed in their laptops.

But what stood out the most was my aunt sitting at one of the tables. Her anxious expression was clear even from a distance as she scanned the café. She wore a white jacket over a short white dress that highlighted her slender legs. Amidst the bustling café environment, her presence exuded tension and uncertainty.

Okay, I might be biased here, but she was the human version of a thorny rose. Despite my internal alarm bells clanging about her possibly having a hand in my attempted murder, I couldn't help but admit that she was really hot. It's like she had this invisible gravitational force that drew your eyes – it was like watching the mundane scene around her get upgraded to a feature film.

And it wasn't just me who was under her spell. Café customers were stealing glances more covertly than international spies sharing secrets. I guess her charm radiated louder than a spotlight

Hold up! Rewind, brain. This is the person who might have had me on her hit list. But darn it, life's complicated! There I was, torn between my brain telling me that she's dangerous , and my dick making me excited .

It was an laughable truth – her outward appearance held power. No matter how flawed her character might be, her beauty had the ability to sway judgment and perceptions in her favor.

Allysa POV

"Where is that perverted bastard?" I couldn't help but grit my teeth in anger. That guy, that damn creep, actually threatened to expose my sex videos. And now I'm pushed to this situation.

I can't even refuse his request because I'm too afraid that he would really do it.

The weight of his blackmail materials presses down on me, and I feel trapped and vulnerable. This situation has me grappling with frustration and fear, like a mouse cornered by a cunning cat. An ugly, creepy and crazy cat!

I couldn't even sleep properly for a couple of days because of that damn guy. The mere thought of him forces my eyes open, as if sleep itself is betraying me. He coerced me into sending those illicit videos, and now he holds even more ammunition to blackmail me.

He's even playing the waiting game with me! I'm convinced he's lurking around somewhere, relishing in my current predicament. What a psycho.

As I sat there, my frustration mingling with the tension in the air, a figure clad in a face mask and hat approached my table.

Is he the pervert who had been messing with me? My emotions immediately went haywire just looking at him.

What a jerk. I could feel my blood boiling with a mix of frustration and resentment that had been simmering beneath the surface. If it weren't for the fear of creating a commotion, I would have slapped that smug look off his face without a second thought.

He didn't even ask for permission; he just sat in front of me.

"Hello, Darling," his repulsive voice echoed in my ear. It was like a punch to the gut, realizing that this guy was indeed the one who had been blackmailing me. This is the person who made me suffer!

"You're dead, pervert!" I sneered with undisguised disdain, my anger propelling me to give the cue. What a foolish creep. Did he really believe I would just show up here alone without a second thought? He's far more stupid than he thought if he believes he can toy with me like this.

Suddenly, four men appeared out of nowhere and occupied our table. The perverted man's shock made me chuckled, his face contorted with disbelief as he attempted to stand up, only to find himself discreetly pinned down in his chair.

"You so much as breathe funny, and you're a goner," my boyfriend's voice was cold as ice. He had been hiding since the very beginning, accompanied by his friend, to confront this perverted scum and put an end to his vile games once and for all.

"Please don't kill me ,"

"Let's slowly walk outside, I have a knife and I will fucking kill you if you make a commotion ," My boyfriend warned.

It might have seemed like he was bluffing, but my lover was a legitimate gangster. In that moment, there was no doubt in my mind that he meant every word he said. As unsettling as it was, I also couldn't help but feel a strange sense of reassurance.

"Well, I don't really care what happens to this pervert," I thought to myself, the rush of emotions and adrenaline making my decision clear. All I cared about was putting an end to his sick game, preventing him from uploading the video that he'd been using to control me.

Ring Ring Ring.

Suddenly, the familiar chime of my phone's ringtone pierced the tense atmosphere.

"Who's calling me in such a critical moment?" I muttered, a mix of curiosity and annoyance prompting me to pick up the call. Glancing at the screen, I saw an unfamiliar number staring back at me.

"Who is this?" I questioned, my voice carrying a hint of suspicion.

"Hello, Darling," a voice oozing with malice responded. Every word felt like a verbal slap, that voice sends shivers down my spine. "You think you've outsmarted me, but you're an idiot for even trying. I gave you a chance, and you repay me by being a lying, backstabbing piece of shit."

My heart raced, my breath catching in my throat as I processed the gravity of the situation.

"You..." I stammered, a mixture of shock and realization sweeping over me. The sinking feeling in my gut confirmed my fear: I had walked right into his trap.

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Chapter 28: Decoy

"Let's go now, babe, I will teach this pervert a lesson back at the crib," my lover turned towards me, seemingly oblivious to the unfolding situation.

What pervert? That guy is clearly a decoy. I can't believe I underestimated the intelligence of the person who managed to corner me like this. He was smart enough to cover his track.

"He's not the creep. I just spoke to him," I addressed my lover with teary eyes, playing up my vulnerability. Sometimes, a little damsel-in-distress act could work wonders, especially when dealing with guys who rely on their muscles instead of their brains.

"What!" My lover became frustrated, his attention abruptly shifting to the decoy that the creep had planted.

"Who the hell are you then?" He berated, his frustration and anger evident in his tone.

"I got paid to call her 'darling' by someone. He told me he was doing this for a vlog, and she was a paid actress!" The man's response was tinged with fear, his expression showing his unease. I can even see some tears in his ugly eyes.

"A vlog?" I muttered to myself, the pieces slowly coming together in my mind. In the age of YT, it wasn't unheard of for people to pay strangers to do strange things just for the sake of views. Damn it, I had fallen right into his hand.

"What should we do with this guy then ?" My lover asked , he had already threaten the guy so he might call the police on them.

I need to think of way to not escalate this situation. The creep told me that he will still give me another chance , and now that I failed once . I can't bring my lover with me or it will really be over.

"Let him go, and just give him some money to keep him quiet. Let's play along like we're part of the vlog," I whispered urgently to him.

"You're really smart, Honey," he replied, his confidence in my plan evident as he swiftly acted on my instructions.

As we played our parts in this frustrating charade, the tension in the air began to dissipate. My lover handed over some money to the man, who eagerly accepted it with a nervous nod.

"Thanks for being a sport," my lover quipped, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The man mumbled his thanks, clearly eager to escape this bizarre encounter.

With the man gone, we were left standing there, the cafe's ambiance returning to a normal.

My lover turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

"What's our plan now ?"

I let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the ordeal finally starting to take a toll on me. I want to tear that creep apart.

"It seems like someone thought it would be a fantastic idea to turn my life into hell."

My lover's face darkened, his protective instincts kicking in.

"I can take care of that guy for you," he offered with a serious tone.

As much as I appreciated his willingness to protect me, I knew that further intervention from him would only complicate matters. I didn't want to become involved in criminal activities. Someone like me don't deserve the prison life.

"I'll head home for now. He mentioned meeting up again next week. I'll update you then," I stated, my tone casual but my intentions far from innocent. Instead of waiting, I was planning to confront the blackmailer alone, manipulating him to my advantage. 𝔫𝓞𝐕𝑒𝓛𝗇𝖊xt.𝕔𝑶𝗆

I was well-versed in deceiving men, and this one would be no exception. All I needed was to create an atmosphere of comfort until he dropped his guard, revealing his vulnerabilities. He would soon learn that crossing paths with me was a grave mistake, and I would make sure he regretted ever messing with someone like me.

As I strolled the bustling streets, anxiety still clung to me. While he had assured me that he wouldn't upload the videos, how could I simply trust the word of a stranger?

Ironically, I spotted the same decoy that the creep had used earlier. He was leisurely enjoying an ice cream, a grin plastered across his face. It seemed he had decided to treat himself after our encounter. What a pathetic loser, I thought with a sneer of contempt.

"Miss," his voice called out, interrupting my thoughts.

"What?" I replied, my annoyance evident in my tone. This guy had some nerve. Was he really attempting to hit on me? I couldn't help but mentally scoff. Given his shabby appearance and the mask he wore, I couldn't imagine he had much to boast about in the looks department.

"Your friend, the one who told me to call you 'darling.' I saw him again," the guy's words cut through my thoughts like a shock.

"Where is he?" I asked with urgency, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.

"I saw him walking that way, heading down that alley," he replied.

His words acted as a starting pistol, igniting a sense of urgency within me. I needed to see his face, to put an end to this twisted game. Without a second thought, I dashed off.

The alleyway was eerily quiet as I entered it, but I paid no mind to the silence. My focus was one thing: follow him and then call my lover for backup. With every step, my heart raced, driven by a mix of anticipation and dread.

But just as I reached for my phone to dial my lover's number, panic surged through me. My phone was missing.

"Fuck!" I cursed aloud, the realization hitting me like an ironic joke. It must have fallen out while I was running. In a situation where every second mattered, the loss of my phone was a devastating blow.

"Miss, you dropped your phone," that loser's voice came to my rescue, and I quickly turned around to retrieve it from him. At least, he's a little bit useful

But as I reached out, my heart sank – the guy was now wearing a disturbingly wide smile, his eyes glinting with something sinister.

"I'm going to kill you if you make a noise," his chilling words gripped me with fear, paralyzing me on the spot. Strangely, I didn't doubt his threat for a second. My knees grew weak, and each breath became a laborious effort. I couldn't even manage to shout if I wanted to. What the hell is happening to me?

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Chapter 29: Mastermind

"Please, don't hurt me," I managed to utter in a hushed tone as my attacker held the knife against my neck, the cold steel pressing threateningly against my skin.

"This is all your fault for being a bitch. Now you will suffer the consequences for all your sins," the man's voice was devoid of any emotion, each word dripping with malice. I could clearly see that he wasn't bluffing when he threatened to kill me.

"Please don't kill me. I'll do anything you ask," I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. As he loomed over me, the possibilities of what he might have in mind were horrifyingly clear. But I didn't care what he demanded of me; survival was my only concern.

The man paused, and a twisted smile crept across his face.

"How about you give me some good time?" he sneered, his intentions clear and repulsive.

"Alright, just don't kill me," I rushed to respond, a surge of fear compelling me to agree. The more compliant I was, the better chance I had of escaping this nightmare. I couldn't believe that the person who had blackmailed me turned out to be a complete psycho.

"Good girl," he chuckled, the sinister tone of his voice sending shivers down my spine. In an instant, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me down to my knees.

THUD!

"Ouch!" Pain shot through me as my knee scraped against the ground. Though I wanted to lash out in anger, the fear of my life being taken away kept me in check.

While still gripping my hair, he slowly unzipped his pants.

"You know what to do," he chuckled.

A strange odor wafted from his pants, and though it made my stomach turn, I felt powerless to fight back. Survival was paramount, so with trembling hands, I raised them and pulled down his underwear.

As I caught sight of his dick, a mixture of fear and disgust surged within me. But the need to survive overpowered those emotions. I reminded myself that I was a strong-willed woman, someone who had faced worse situations and emerged victorious.

But, in the presence of this malicious creep, tears welled up in my eyes. The reality of the situation hit me hard – I didn't want to die, and I certainly didn't want to be taken advantage of.

"Please, someone save me," I wanted to cry out for help, my voice trembling with fear as my hands shook uncontrollably.

"What the hell are you doing to her!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out. It was familiar, though I struggled to place it in the chaos of the moment.

"You fucking pyscho!" The voice belonged to a man who charged forward, his fist raised in anger.

The creep who had been holding me was taken aback, his grip faltering as he turned to face the new threat, pointing the knife towards my rescuer.

Relief washed over me, mingling with a lingering fear. Someone had attempted to rescue me, but a new worry emerge from heart – what if he ended up getting stabbed in the process?

"Stop or I will stab you !" The creepy man yelled .

With a swift motion, the rescuer deftly dodged the knife that the creep had pointed towards him. The element of surprise was on his side, and before the creep could react, the rescuer's fist connected with his jaw.

BAM!

The impact was enough to send the creep stumbling backwards.

But the creep wasn't about to give up easily. As he staggered, he lunged forward, attempting to stab the rescuer with the knife.

Fortunately, the rescuer's reflexes were sharp, and he skillfully sidestepped the attack. In a quick and fluid motion, he swung his arm and delivered a powerful punch to the creep's torso.

The force of the blow was enough to knock the wind out of the creep, and he crashed to the ground, the knife slipping from his grasp as he fell. Without hesitation, he scrambled to his feet, panic evident in his eyes, and fled the scene in a hasty retreat.

"Are you alright, miss?" My rescuer rushed over to me, extending his hand to help me up.

As I looked up at him, I saw a young man with smooth and clear skin, his features neither exceedingly handsome nor unattractive. And yet, as I gazed at him, my heart began to race. What was this sensation? Could this be what people referred to as falling in love with someone who had come to your rescue?

"Thank you, thank you for saving me," my emotions surged forth, and I found myself unable to resist embracing the young man.

My yearning for safety was met by his presence, offering me a sense of protection. While I recognized that my actions might have been impulsive, the feeling of his hands on my back made me inexplicably happy. And to my surprise, he returned the hug, providing a reassuring embrace.

Zyden POV

"I got you now, Bitch!" I couldn't help but marvel at my own brilliance. All those hours spent reading novels and binge-watching Korean dramas had finally paid off as I hugged my aunt's warm body in my arms.

How did I manage it ? It was as intricate as a K-drama plot twist, but I outsmarted everyone because I didn't just rely on my "system."

I mean, come on, I wasn't about to be one of those stereotypical MCs with mind-control abilities who succeed solely because of their plot armor. Frankly, I found that kind of thing lazy writing. No, everything I did was all about maximizing the efficiency of my skills.

I knew better than to fully trust my aunt's cunning nature. It would be plain foolish to assume she wouldn't try to bring reinforcements and gang up on me. So, before venturing into this risky situation, I did what any brilliant mastermind would do – I found the perfect decoy to unleash my skills .

Now, I'm fully aware of my skill limitations . Normal folks tend to have a higher resistance to my skill, especially when I'm asking them to do something utterly ridiculous.

But then I had a lightbulb moment: What about alcoholics? Or, even juicier, drug addicts? I mean, come on, they practically had "easy manipulation" written all over them.

All I needed was to locate a suitable candidate, flash some cash, and use my suggestion to have their minds twisted to my liking.

Thanks to my trusty Mind Eye and the vastness of the internet, I found the perfect candidate. Sure, he needed a bit of a makeover, but from there, it was all about using my skill to make him obediently dance to my tune, all through a discreet earpiece

I instructed him to meet my aunt, with the plan for him to play the part of a vlogger prank victim when a confrontation took place.

I also had him lead her to this very alley, where he'd execute some nefarious scheme. All of this, meticulously designed, just so I could swoop in and save the day. Even that intense fight scene? Yep, it was all a choreographed masterpiece.

Now, I'm not one to brag, but I couldn't help feeling a bit like the upgraded but a little bit perverted version of Lelo*ch vi Britann*a right now. Cunning plans, strategic manipulation – you name it, I orchestrated it.

"Don't worry, you're safe now. I've got you. You can trust me," I whispered, hugging her tightly.

[Suggestion: Success]

Hahaha, I couldn't help but let out victory laugh in my mind.𝔫𝓞𝐕𝑒𝓛𝗇𝖊xt.𝕔𝑶𝗆

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Chapter 30: Innate Skill

"Hey, let's find a quieter place. You can take a moment to gather yourself," I suggested gently, my words aimed at providing comfort.

My aunt held onto me like I was her lifeline the moment I uttered the word "safe." Her trust was unwavering, and that made my task a lot simpler. Manipulating her, even for slightly illogical requests, was becoming a walk in the park.

I tested this theory with the drug addict a few hours ago. It started with a financial incentive – money tends to do the talking. Then, my suggestion skill worked like a masterful puppeteer, planting an idea in his mind that doing his job well would earn him even more. Convincing him that there wouldn't be any consequences for forcing himself to my aunt? Yeah, that might sound absurd to any rational thinker, but when your mind's already hooked on the promise of cash and my suggestions, even the wildest ideas seem reasonable.

I pushed the boundaries of his rationality, bit by bit, and it was almost scary how smoothly it all went. I'm fairly certain I could ask him to jump off a building, and he'd ask for the location. It was like he was operating on a completely different wavelength, and my suggestions were gospel truths.

There was just one hitch in my otherwise well-executed plan: the Domination Skill. I tinkered with him, pushed my suggestion skill up to a solid 70%, but the Domination Icon? Nowhere to be found. It seemed my dominance didn't extend to the male population. Which, okay, fine, a bit of a sexist power, but right now, that wasn't my main concern.

Finally, my aunt's sobs subsided, and she peered at me through tear-filled eyes that could probably win an award. Seriously, she could start a business bottling up tears and selling them as high-end eye drops.

There was even an intoxicating fragrance in the air – not just her perfume, but something sweet that lingered. Even Sang, with all her charm, couldn't hold a candle to this scent.

It was no wonder my uncle was shelling out for her cosmetics and skin-care regimen; the investment was paying off in dividends. And that skin? Just the touch of it sent shivers down my spine, as if a current of electricity was teasing my senses. She was a dangerous mix of beauty and allure.

'Oh, come on, Zyden! You're the one who has the neurolink System, not the other way around!' I scolded myself, mentally getting frustrated because of my perverted brain.

Scratch that – disappointment was an understatement. I was on the brink of surrendering to my Aunt's charisma. Seriously? Me? Almost falling for the ancient, mystical power of beauty? I shook my head in disbelief. I was this close to doing the one thing that's been haunting my nightmares... SIMPing.

Enough was enough. I mentally slapped myself back into reality.

Focus, Zyden! I took a deep breath and mentally erected a barrier against temptation. Of course, it's not like I actually have a mental barrier, so I just kept chanting this words three times in my head.

"Mind over body"

"Mind over body"

"Mind over body"

Now, let's check her status – who knows, she might be some kind of secret System User like me. Okay, reality check, it's about as likely as finding a needle in a sand beach, but curiosity was getting the better of me.

"Mind Eye"

Name: Ji-Hoon Allysa

Age: 25 years old Overall Stats: 12.5 5

Level (5)

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 1

Stamina: 1

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 1

Charisma: 8.5 5

Status : In distress

Suggestion Chance : 13% 35%

Domination : 48%

Innate Skill Activated

Damsel in Distress: 5 Charisma (Temporary)

Humans have always exhibited innate abilities that tend to flourish given the right circumstances – like being able to jump higher, run faster, memorize things more effectively, or even learn at an accelerated pace.

Then there's the phenomenon where certain skills only surface under stress. For instance, a person who would usually struggle with lifting a refrigerator might find the strength to do so when their home is at risk from a fire. Similarly, the adrenaline rush triggered by being chased by a dog could make someone run faster than they ever thought possible.

Damsel in Distress skill. It's an intriguing notion that pertains to a select group of beautiful women who possess an extraordinary ability. When faced with danger, they release a specific set of hormones that evoke a protective or sympathetic response from the opposite gender. It's like an evolutionary mechanism designed to ensure their safety by inspiring those around them to take action.

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"Innate skill? Click for more?" I couldn't help but exclaim in frustration.

"System, seriously? You can't be bothered to explain my skills properly, but you're practically writing a doctoral thesis on my aunt's innate skill? Are you trying to have a showdown with me here? Why do I feel like I'm cast as the villain, while my aunt gets a divine blessing as the heroine of this story?"

I scolded my system internally, my frustration simmering. I couldn't believe it was pulling this move on me. I mean, seriously? I had to practically play detective to figure out my own skillset, while it's out here giving my aunt's abilities the red carpet treatment. It's like words are precious nuggets of gold, but apparently, there's a VIP lounge for my aunt's skill description.

"Thank you for saving me," her voice was as sweet as honey, and I found myself swallowing hard, desperately trying to keep my composure. Was this the enchanting effect of her Innate Skill, or was I just a horny? I mean, to be honest, both scenarios seemed equally plausible at this point.

"No problem. How about we get out of here? After all, I did promise to keep you safe," I whispered into her ear.

[Suggestion: Success]

She paused, almost as if she were weighing her options. But with my skill in effect, I could tell she was just playing the classic hard-to-get card.

"Alright, but what about that creepy guy? Shouldn't we call the police?" she inquired. 𝔫𝓞𝐕𝑒𝓛𝗇𝖊xt.𝕔𝑶𝗆

"Don't worry about him. I've already got my friend tailing him. Let's head back to my place so I can clean your wounds?" I suggested. I mean, let's be real, my words might sound a bit odd, but …

[Suggestion : Success]

But hey, I've got the power to twist minds, so who cares?

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Chapter 31: Reflection

As my aunt thanked me, a warm feeling of accomplishment washed over me. It was almost laughable how she seemed completely unbothered by the absurdity of following a complete stranger into a hotel room.

But then again, that was likely the effect of my carefully crafted plan, "Knight in Shining Armor" plan.

I watched as she took a sip of the water, her gaze momentarily fixed on me. There was an undeniable connection between us in that moment . It was like a scene right out of those over-the-top romance dramas I used to scoff at.

"So, how are you feeling now?" I asked, my voice soft and caring, even though a part of me couldn't help but chuckle at the elaborate scheme that had brought us to this point.

My revenge plan was turning out to be quite the masterpiece. I mean, why settle for a run-of-the-mill solution like blackmail when I could orchestrate something far more intricate and enjoyable? 𝔫𝓞𝐕𝑒𝓛𝗇𝖊xt.𝕔𝑶𝗆

Sure, I could just do to her what I did to the pink-haired girl, and blackmail her into submission. But that's like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. No, what I had in mind was a performance, a slow burn that would make her question her own emotions.

Imagine this: I become her guardian angel, her confidante, her lover. She'd be drawn to my supposed goodness like a moth to a flame. And just when she least expects it, I'll unveil the true colors beneath my angelic facade. What a genius plan.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you," she replied in a gentle, almost tender tone.

I had to do a double take – was this really the same woman who used to be my personal bully? Her words dripped with such respect that it was almost unreal. Perfect manners and all that. It's just amusing how someone can be a textbook example of grace while harboring a personality that could rival an evil witch.

"That's good to hear. Let me give you a leg massage; I think they might be a bit swollen," I suggested.

[Suggestion: Success]

"Ahm," she nodded, a hint of embarrassment in her gaze. She was acting as if she were smitten or something. I couldn't help but wonder just how easily I fooled her. I hadn't even brought my A-game, and here she was, looking like she'd fallen head over heels.

As I knelt down to massage her legs, something completely unexpected happened. She raised her hands, and for a brief moment, I was prepared for a slap. Instead, she cupped my cheeks with her soft, warm palms, sending a ticklish shiver down my spine.

"Ah, miss?" I stammered, genuinely caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events. Wait a minute, am I actually the one in control here? It's baffling how I can't shake off the feeling that I'm the one being hunted, not the hunter.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and the intensity in her gaze was seriously seductive. It felt as if she could consume me entirely with just a single glance.

Allysa POV.

"What am I feeling right now? Why did I follow a stranger to this room alone?" I questioned myself, perplexed by my own decisions. There was an underlying sense that something was off, that I might be making a mistake.

Yet, there was also an inexplicable urge to trust this young man. I had options – I could have fled from him, come up with an excuse to avoid being alone with him. But both my heart and mind seemed to conspire against me, keeping me rooted in his presence.

Was it possible that I had fallen for him? After all, he had saved me from danger. Maybe my judgment was clouded by gratitude.

"That's good to hear. Let me give you a leg massage; I think they might be a bit swollen," he offered, surprising me with his kindness.

Of course , I was taken aback by his words at first, yet there was an odd sense of happiness that washed over me. Perhaps, just maybe, I thought, I could find a way to repay his kindness – even if it meant giving him something more than just gratitude.

I held his face gently as he knelt on the floor, my fingers brushing against his smooth skin. My heart raced, and my gaze locked onto his eyes. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one I had never experienced before.

Not with my husband, not with my lovers – they were nothing more than tools to satisfy my financial and physical needs. So why did I suddenly feel something I had never known before? It was as though my womanhood, my innocence, had started to resurface in his presence.

"Please kiss me," the words slipped from my lips unconsciously, and the shock in his eyes was quite refreshing too look at. It was only natural for him to be taken aback; he looked young, perhaps around 18. Confusion would be a normal reaction.

But I was no longer in control of my emotions. Driven by an overwhelming urge, I acted without waiting for his consent, closing the gap between us and pressing my lips against his.

As our lips met, a warmth spread through my body, igniting sensations I believed were long gone. The taste of his lips against mine awakened feelings I had locked away due to the unfavorable hand life had dealt me.

His youthful, kind, and innocent face triggered a wave of memories, taking me back to a time long past. It was as though I was experiencing a memory flashback, an unbelievable notion that resonated with my current emotions.

I recalled a time when I was an innocent young girl, unburdened by the weight of the world. But circumstances dictated otherwise; my parents' debt forced me into marriage with an ugly bastard with a two-face personality. Bitterness swelled within me, resentment taking root as my purity was taken away against my will. And with time, that resentment transformed me into a monster I hardly recognized.

I'm well aware of my own monstrous nature. Even his innocent nephew, a mere boy, fell victim to my clouded state of mind.

His resemblance to his uncle was a painful reminder, and I directed all my pent-up anger towards him. I knew it was utterly wrong, a transgression that shouldn't have been inflicted on an innocent child. However, in my twisted attempt to cope with the trauma done by his bastard uncle, I found myself unable to resist transferring my pain onto him.

It's quite amusing, actually. This man shares a resemblance with Zyden. It's ironic to think that if I hadn't let my bitterness consume me, he might have had the chance to become a good young man – someone completely different than his monstrous uncle.

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Chapter 32: Basic Needs

"Damn it," I muttered, my confusion growing by the second. I was utterly perplexed by the situation unfolding before me.

Seriously, what kind of twisted scenario was this? The very woman I considered the embodiment of evil was now kissing me, and I felt utterly powerless to put an end to it.

The taste of her lips was nothing short of intoxicating, making it incredibly difficult to resist.

To hell with resisting, an overwhelming urge surged within me to simply throw her onto the bed right at this moment.

"Do you hate it?" she interrupted our kiss, putting a bit of distance between us. A hint of embarrassment tinged her expression, adding an unexpectedly adorable quality to her demeanor.

Wait, Zyden, don't fall for this. It's her charisma at play. Keep your wits about you. Well in my case , Keep your dick in check!

Right, I reminded myself sternly. This is all part of the plan – getting close to her, not because I actually like her. It's been a calculated move from the start. I was clearly lying but who cares.

"I like it ," Without further hesitation, I leaned into her, the gap between us closing as my lips met hers once more.

In a twist of irony, I felt a mixture of disdain and attraction. Even as I tried to resist her, her undeniable beauty tugged at me. I had convinced myself that I disliked her, but the truth was, I was just a man with basic desires.

She clearly knew what she was doing, leading the way in our passionate kiss. It was funny – she was the one taking charge. While I was still a bit clumsy, her skilled guidance transformed me from a novice to a pro in no time.

Then she escalated things further, pushing me down onto the bed.

I hesitated momentarily, caught off guard. I had an urge to shout, "Wait, I'm not ready yet! Please be gentle." The embarrassment that came with that thought was almost laughable. But then I reconsidered. Acting that way would just make me seem like an inexperienced fool.

So I surrendered to her lead, allowing her to work her magic as she continued to kiss me while straddling me. It's almost surreal – I feel like I've become the female protagonist in a cheesy romance novel. And in this unexpected twist, she's playing the role of my unconventional prince, taking charge. 𝔫𝓞𝐕𝑒𝓛𝗇𝖊xt.𝕔𝑶𝗆

But deep down, I was surprisingly excited. She was taking these actions of her own accord.

As someone who's used to manipulating others with my powers, it's a new experience to be on the receiving end. Despite my conflicted feelings toward her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of flattery. It was a strange paradox – she seemed genuinely interested in me, even without any manipulation. It was a feeling I found both surprising and oddly satisfying.

"Do you want to do it?" Her whisper sent a shiver down my spine as she licked my earlobe, teasingly biting into it.

What an expert. My aunt truly knew how to rile up a man's dick. This was seduction at a whole new level – and I was completely defenseless against it. Sorry, system, but I've let you down. I could almost picture a fictional tear drop forming in my eyes, as if I were reproaching myself for succumbing to such pleasure.

As I remained silent, she took the initiative to undress, revealing her beautiful and curvy body to me. She wore a simple yet alluring black bra with a transparent floral pattern that accentuated her H-cup boobs. The design left little to the imagination, giving me a tantalizing glimpse even before the bra came off.

"Do you want to take it off ?" she teased me with her beautiful smile and soft voice.

Of course I wanted to take it off . I might not have experience in taking a woman's bra, but I watched enough video to know the secret .

I lifted my upper body while she remained on top of me, and I reached behind to unclasp her bra. An expected excitement surged through me, akin to the anticipation of unwrapping a long-awaited birthday present.

It was strange to think how I once resented my aunt for never giving me gifts, only to find that her "gift" now was herself. The wait was definitely worth it

CLICK.

Luck was on my side as I managed to unclasp the bra on my first attempt. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was fortunate that I had lost weight; my previous larger hands would have made this task much more challenging. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought – not that she would have been intimate with me back then anyway.

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes too?" she inquired, her fingers playfully tucking strands of hair behind her ear. I couldn't help but be taken aback – was this really my aunt? It felt more like an innocent college student, awkwardly navigating a new experience for the first time.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. With a wry grin, I began to undress as well .

As I removed my clothing, she surprised me by embracing me in a tight hug. I could feel the warmth of her soft boobs pressed against my body. It was a completely different sensation from anything I had experienced before.

She broke the hug and kissed me again, guiding my hands to gently touch her nipples. It was as if she wanted to savor every moment of this encounter, guiding my actions to match her desires.

"You can fondle them if you want ,"

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Chapter 33: Back in Control

"Let's stop this before it gets awkward," I said with a weight in my heart, gently pushing her away. I was frustrated with myself for letting things escalate, but I needed to regain control. Allowing her to lead me on would only weaken my resolve. After all, my primary goal was to gain more power for revenge.

"Don't you like me?" she asked, her expression tinged with anxiety. Clearly, she hadn't anticipated my rejection. Beautiful women like her were often unfamiliar with the concept of being turned down, and it seemed to have bruised her ego.

Her reaction couldn't be more perfect – now was the moment to regain control. I realized that if I allowed her to dictate the course of this encounter, I'd merely be fulfilling her desires. I will never allow that.

"This doesn't feel right. We barely know each other," I played the role of the good, innocent guy, casting doubt on our actions.

She looked at me, her expression sincere and surprisingly persuasive.

"Just this once, and then you can forget about me. Think of it as me repaying a favor," she suggested, her choice of words tugging at my conscience.

Damn, she is really skilled with her words. How could she sound so genuine while discussing something like a one night stand? 𝒏𝗈𝔳𝗲𝓁𝑛𝑒xt.𝔠𝑜𝓂

"Miss, I didn't save you with any ulterior motive," I sighed, trying to convey my fake honesty.

"Then why did you bring me into your room?" Her question was laced with a little bit of frustration; her raised eyebrows clearly indicated her annoyance. Despite her irritation, there was a hint that she was restraining her anger.

"To treat your wounds?" I replied, my voice uncertain.

"That's bullshit!" Her sudden outburst surprised me as she abruptly stood up.

"Just be honest with me. If you don't like me, I can handle that," she said, her voice trembling, tears welling up in her eyes.

Wait, why is she crying like this? Could it be... did she actually fall in love with me?

I need to check her status.

"Mind Eye."

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Name: Ji-Hoon Allysa

Age: 25 years old Overall Stats: 12.5

Level (5)

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 1

Stamina: 1

Endurance: 0.5

Intelligence: 1

Charisma: 8.5

Status : In Love

Suggestion Chance : 13%50 %

Domination : 63%

So she's actually in love with me? I can't believe how effortlessly I managed to manipulate her. Initially, I thought she was engaging in all of this out of sheer lust, but looking at her status now, it's clear that she has genuinely developed feelings for me.

I had successfully regained control of the situation, and now it's up to me to execute my game plan.

"We can do it, but you have to promise me one thing," I responded.

"What is it?" she asked, a hesitant look in her eyes. The fact that she hadn't left despite our earlier disagreement hinted at her true feelings.

I decided to test the waters.

"Promise to be my woman. From now on, you're my possession," I declared boldly.

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[Suggestion : Success ]

She initially appeared surprised by my declaration, but her expression quickly change into a smile. It was as if my words had genuinely pleased her

I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. I knew it! Her emotional reaction had confirmed my suspicion – she was already too deeply infatuated with me. That's why my audacious declaration was bound to have the desired effect.

Although I had intended to discuss the matter of the poison, I decided to indulge in the moment for now. I couldn't deny my own desires – I wanted to fuck her crazy. With the power dynamic in my favor now, I found it easier to accept being intimate with my aunt

In response to her feelings, I decided to take things a step further. I unzipped my pants, revealing my dick.

Her eyes widened slightly, and I could tell she was impressed by what she saw. It was clear that even my uncle, and her lover, couldn't hope to match me in this department.

I didn't even need to give her any instructions – she acted on her own accord. She quickly knelt down and tied her hair, her excitement evident. It was amusing to witness her enthusiasm.

She began by sensually licking my cock. Instead of immediately taking it into her mouth, she teased me with long, deliberate strokes of her tongue, as if she were savoring an ice cream. Her saliva served as a lubricant, and as she continued, she skillfully used her hand to stroke my dick.

After ensuring it was wet enough, she used her breasts to create a warm, soft embrace around my dick. With a skillful touch, she began to stroke it while also sucking the tip of my dick into her mouth.

"ARRH," a loud groan escaped my lips as she satisfied my desires. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I began to thrust my cock faster, intensifying the experience.

THRUST!

THRUST!

THRUST!

I felt like I was in bliss as she used her tongue to enhance the sensitivity of my cock. This must be what they refer to as a top-tier blowjob. Absolutely incredible.

With such intense stimulation, it didn't take long for me to feel my cock throbbing.

"I'm cumming," I moaned, releasing my semen into her mouth in one go.

BURST!

The intensity of my ejaculation was so overwhelming that she began to choke and cough. Some of it even escaped through her nose. But honestly, she couldn't really blame me. Her teasing had been enough to drain every last bit of my restraint.

She appeared slightly tired from all the actions, but little did she know that she had just awakened a sleeping dragon.

"I'm not done yet," fueled by a new excitement, I pulled her onto the bed.

"You're so wet already. You're such a naughty woman" I teased her as I bite her earlobes .

I noticed that her panties were already soaking wet, so I used my fingers to satisfy her first. I didn't even bother removing her panties; instead, I stretched the fabric with my finger, pushing through the damp silk.

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Chapter 34: The Culprit

"It's too big," she protested as she tried to take it in while being on top of me. Well, I couldn't blame her. Despite her American heritage, I could feel the tightness, reflecting a distinctly Korean pussy. Her intimate area was adorably cute and immaculate, making me ponder about the level of care she dedicated to it.

So being the helpful soul that I am, I used a bit of force and pushed it in all at once.

THRUST!

"Ouch, it hurts," she cried out.

"Do you want me to stop? " I playfully teased.

"No, please keep going," she replied hastily, as if afraid I'd actually stop.

As she gave the cue, I began thrusting, causing her to let out cries of discomfort and pleasure as my huge dick slide back forth inside her pussy. I couldn't help but marvel at the paradox I had orchestrated.

I could feel the skin in her pussy breaking under the friction, and even traces of blood appeared. It was because of my power of suggestion. Despite the fact that she was no longer a virgin, her mind still held onto the idea of purity, causing her body to react as if it were true.

Motivated by a combination of hunger, dominance, and the need to take reign over her, I went on and increase my pace.

"Ahhhh…ahh.. My pussy is breaking… it hurts … it hurts… please … Please slow down, my pussy is bleeding .. Ahhh. Ahhhh.ah !, " Her sobs and the noises of my dick slamming her pussy filled the room, intensifying the atmosphere and making me more exited .

"Move your hips faster," I commanded, observing the blood dripping made me more happy .

After a few minutes , I noticed that I was breathing more heavily and that I was at the tipping point. I realized that I should increased my stamina as well in the future for this type of things.

Finally, I was overcome by the sense of her pussy embracing my hard dick. I reached my limit, and with a final, strong push, my dick tensing as I unload everything in her pussy.

She dropped onto the bed as the waves of ecstasy flooded over her, and we both began to sweat.

My senses were returning to normal, and as I looked at her, a mixture of emotions washed over me. Pleasure, satisfaction, and a strange sense of accomplishment were all swirling within me. I knew I had pushed the boundaries, and what had just happened was far from right, but I had achieved my goal.

I reached out to gently brush the hair away from her face, and she looked up at me with blank eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked

"Yes, Master ,"

[Domination : 100%]

Sitting there, observing her naked body, I found it hard to muster any empathy for the woman who had once been a thorn in my side.

The power I had used to manipulate her felt like a just retaliation for all the pain she had caused me in the past. My own conscience seemed distant, drowned out by the years of resentment and anger that had built up.

And despite the surprising vulnerability I had witnessed from her, I wasn't about to let my guard down and forgive her easily. The wounds she had inflicted on me ran deep, and her sudden change in demeanor didn't erase the years of pain and resentment I had felt. It was a complex mix of emotions that I struggled to untangle.

As I gazed at her, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. For once, the tables had turned, and she was the one under my control. It was a twisted sort of justice, and part of me was really happy. She had always held power over me, but now I had a taste of what it was like to hold power over her. 𝗇𝒐𝚟𝓮𝑙𝒩𝑬xt.𝒸𝑶𝐌

"Aunt Allysa, Do you recognize me?" I asked.

"You're the person who saved me, the first person I fell in love with." Her response was immediate, as if she had rehearsed it countless times.

The words struck me like a punchline in a dark comedy. She thought she was confessing her feelings to a mysterious stranger who had saved her, when in reality, she was confessing to the very person she had once tormented

The tables had turned so drastically that I had to suppress a chuckle. I was no knight in shining armor; I was the nephew she had always bullied. And now, I held the power to shape the narrative however I pleased. It was a plot twist that even the best storytellers couldn't have imagine.

"I'm Zyden, your nephew," I admitted with a chuckle.

"I see," she replied, her tone nonchalant, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The effects of Domination was really scary.

"Did you attempt to poison me with that bottled water? "I asked the question that had been bothering me. It was the crucial piece of information I needed to uncover. I had braced myself for whatever answer she would give. If she was indeed guilty, then I was prepared to take the necessary actions.

But her next words made me stood up.

"Yes," she answered.

I felt a rush of anger surge within me, threatening to consume everything. I stood up abruptly, my hands trembling as I grasped her shoulders, my anger barely contained.

"Why? Why the hell did you do it?" I shouted, my voice laced with disbelief and rage.

"It was your uncle," she confessed, and my grip on her tightened more involuntarily. "He forced me to give you that bottle because your birthday is coming up, and he was afraid that you'd take everything from him."

"You just followed him blindly?" I spat out, struggling to control the rage pulsing through me.

"No, I switched the poisoned bottle with a normal one after feeling guilty," she admitted.

My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle. If my aunt had switched the poisoned bottle with a normal one, then who had poisoned me ?

"When did he tell you to poison me?"

"A few weeks ago," she replied.

My suspicion was confirmed. My uncle must have instructed her to poison me, but I had only been poisoned a couple of days ago. That meant he had taken matters into his own hands after he notice I was not dying.

"That mother fucking bastard!" I seethed with rage, a burning desire for revenge consuming me.

[Mission : Take your revenge and Uncover the truth about your uncle]

[Reward : 2000XP 2 Domination Points.]

"You will pay for trying to kill me ,"

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35 Betrayal I'm really angry right now. The only blood related person I know tried to kill me. I used to think that he just weak minded bastard that couldn't even protect his own nephew, but now I finally see his true self. A lying piece of shit.

I confronted my aunt and managed to get her to confess. She revealed all the things my uncle had done. The reason I never received any allowance was because of his orders. It turns out my aunt wasn't the one cutting corners – he was the mastermind behind it all.

I should have realized this sooner. While my aunt was mistreating me, it's my uncle who holds the money. He could have provided me with an allowance if he had wanted to. My anger was misdirected, and I focused it at my aunt due to my uncle previous kindness. Of course, it doesn't excuse her for going along with him. Both of them need to be held accountable, but my primary focus now is on settling things with my uncle.

Mistreating me is one thing, but attempting to kill me is an entirely different level. Trying to murder me for money just shows that he no longer sees me as his nephew; I'm just a thorn in his side. Ironically, that sentiment works both ways, as I've come to view him as a parasitic presence in my life.

Just imagining his face made my blood pressure rise. I would have punched him if he were present right now.

Now, I have to think of a plan to get rid of him. That's right, I plan to get rid of him once and for all. I can just report him to the police for attempted murder so he can spend his time in prison. But I doubt anyone will believe me. Allysa can be a witness but without hard evidence, it will only be in vain.

"Skill Store," I muttered to myself

Superior Memory Retention (Upgradeable): 𝗇𝒐𝚟𝓮𝑙𝒩𝑬xt.𝒸𝑶𝐌

Intuitive Complex Problem Solving: (Upgradeable):

Intense Concentration (Upgradeable):

Enhanced Cognitive Intuition (Upgradeable):

I still need a lot of EXP to level up, but at least I've gained one domination point. Now, I need to decide which skill is the best to purchase at the moment. I've been considering getting a skill other than Quick Learning, and that's "Intuitive Complex Problem Solving."

While Quick Learning has helped me grasp things faster, I now require a skill that can help me navigate intricate situations and determine the best course of action. Though I have a plan in mind, I'm confident that this skill will provide me with even more insights and ideas.

"Purchase"

[Intuitive Complex Problem Solving : Level 1 ]

As the skill integrated with my mind, I sensed a significant improvement in my thought process. I began to review all my actions and recognized my mistakes. One error was starting with Quick Learning as my initial purchase. Instead, I should have opted for either [ Intuitive Complex Problem Solving] or [Enhanced Cognitive Intuition, as they would have been more beneficial in my current situation.

Simultaneously, I grasped the exceptional proficiency I had developed in using my skill. My experiment involving the drug addict had expanded my understanding of suggestion, and Quick Learning had facilitated this process by rapidly enhancing my comprehension.

However, there was still plenty of room for improvement.

With my thoughts sorted out, I began considering the best course of action. Since my new skill is only at level 1, it's not yet powerful enough to process every variable. So, I decided to reevaluate my original plan and see if there were any ways to improve it further. As expected, I identified numerous aspects that could be enhanced, making my plan more secure and foolproof.

"Allysa, when will my uncle be returning home?" I asked. Calling her my aunt now felt awkward as she's basically my slave.

"Tonight, he will be back home tonight," she answered.

"Tell me the exact time,"

"9:00 pm,"

"Alright, I still have time to prepare" I muttered to myself.

"Does he own a gun?" I asked her.

In Korea, gun ownership is tightly regulated, but those with the means can obtain one, especially if they're part of a shooting range club. I never bothered with my uncle life before, so I don't know much about him. For all I knew, he could have had a gun under his pillow at all times.

"He owns a .45 caliber gun," she replied.

Damn it! I knew it. A psychotic, heartless person like him would undoubtedly own a gun. If the poison doesn't work, he'll just resort to shooting me directly. It's a good thing I escaped that house, or I might be in a coffin by now.

At least I know all of this now. I wouldn't have thought of these details if I hadn't purchased that skill. The usefulness of my new skill is really showing off .

"I want you to go back home and act normal. You need to act like you're used to and wait for further instructions," I commanded.

"Okay, Master," she replied and stood up.

"Drink a painkiller first and put on your clothes," I commanded after noticing her awkward walk. She must still be feeling the pain from our previous interaction.

As she left the room, I opened my PC and went online. The familiar interface of the online shop greeted me, and I quickly began searching for the items I needed.

With my new skill, I concluded that using suggestion on my uncle was likely to fail if I didn't prepare properly. This limitation is something I have to work with for now.

While I know that this power will likely become godlike in the future, at the moment, it has clear boundaries that I need to work around with my own strategy.

I'm okay with this setback, though, because it seems like the system is nudging me to think on my own and not solely rely on it.

It's teaching me to treat it as an assistant tool rather than the complete solution. In the long run, that'll probably be more beneficial for me. After all, I don't have any plot armor to protect me, so it's better to be cautious and not let overconfidence get the best of me.

better to be cautious and not let overconfidence get the best of me.

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36 Twisted Family

Ji-Hoon Geji (Uncle) POV

"Do you still not have any news about my damn nephew?" I berated as I drove my car back home.

I had been searching for that troublesome nephew of mine, but it seemed like he had just vanished into thin air. What a problematic child. I should have dealt with him earlier. Who would have thought that the damn idiot was smart enough to actually leave the house?

It was my fault for using poison to begin with. Chances are he just didn't drink that water; that kid mostly drinks carbonated drinks, so that's a possibility.

Now the issue is with the inheritance. He's 18 now, so I'm pretty sure he will ask for it.

Only a fool wouldn't ask for money after all that mistreatment. I thought mistreating that kid would lead him to suicide, solving my problem. But who knew he was more strong-willed than I thought?

I even bribed school bullies to beat him up and provided him fake antidepressant drugs! Why would I spend money on real medicine for someone I want to die in the first place?

He's just like that bastard brother of mine, always squirming like cockroaches.

I've transfered most of his parents' wealth to my name. However, if he decides to take legal action, it could pose a different problem. The worst-case scenario involves me having to pay compensation, which is something I want to avoid. That infuriating kid—I'll kill him the moment I see him.

"Don't blame me for killing you. It's your fault for having a stupid father and a slutty mother, you miserable child." I sneered in contempt.

He's always holed up in his room, isolated from the world and without friends. No one would really notice his absence, except perhaps Allysa. She puts on a tough front, but deep down, she's pathetic. She even swapped out the poisoned bottle with a regular one because her conscience got the better of her. Honestly, this entire mess is a result of her not following my instructions.

I'm going to make sure to discipline that woman tonight and fuck her hard and rough, just like always. I've spent a significant amount of money just to pay the debts of her good for nothing parents, so she better show me the respect I deserve.

CRING CRING CRING

The sound of the automatic gate opening jolted me out of my thoughts. I had been lost in my thinking and hadn't realized I was already home.

Without wasting time, I parked my car, entered the front door, and headed straight to the living room.

"Allysa, where are you?" I shouted. My nephew wasn't around, so there was no need for pretenses anymore.

"I'm here," she replied in an unconcerned tone. Her nonchalant attitude was something I'd grown accustomed to. She was absorbed in her phone all the time. To be honest, her only use in this house is satisfying my needs.

"Has that brat come back yet?" I asked, my frustration evident in my voice.

"Nope," she answered.

"Where the hell could that brat be?" I clenched my fist in anger.

"Go take a bath now!" I commanded.

"Alright," she replied. Unlike usual, she didn't display her usual disgusted look when I ordered her around.

Tonight, she seemed different. Maybe she could sense how frustrated and angry I was, which made her more submissive. What a pathetic woman. Hehehe.

"Let me grab something to eat before I fuck her crazy" I mumbled to myself as I headed for the kitchen.

I hadn't really expected having any food available, so I intended to settle for some snacks from the fridge. However, when I noticed there were still leftover chicken wings on the table, I couldn't help but feel hungry. These were actually my favorite food.

"That woman is finally learning how to behave like a housewife," I chuckled as I picked up a wing and started munching on the chicken. They were still hot, so she might have reheated them minutes before I came back.

She's being surprisingly kind right now. Maybe she wants to buy a new designer bag or something. Well, if she satisfies me in bed, then that won't be an issue at all.

"Eh?… is my blood pressure rising?" I mumbled to myself, feeling light-headed. I attempted to get up from my chair, but my knees buckled, and I ended up dropping to the floor .

THUD!

"Allysa!... Ally... I think I'm... having... a stroke..." I forced a shout, panic and fear coursing through me. My body was growing numb, and even my face felt strange. I couldn't believe it. My unhealthy lifestyle was finally catching up to me.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Luckily, it seemed like she heard me because I could hear her approaching footsteps.

"Faster!" I impatiently urged her. 𝗇𝒐𝚟𝓮𝑙𝒩𝑬xt.𝒸𝑶𝐌

However, as the footsteps drew closer, what I saw was not my wife legs. It was someone else, wearing male pants.

"Who... are you?" I managed to mumble, my voice weak.

"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to talk after you wake up," the stranger replied , but I can feel that he is not here to save me at all.

Zyden POV

"This pig really ate the whole thing without even suspecting it," I shook my head in disbelief as I looked at my unconscious uncle's body.

Well, it's not like I'm any better. I mean, I died from drinking a bottle of water while he indulged in delicious chicken wings. So, in a way, I think he had the upper hand in that department. I guess avoiding suspicious food can be a life-saving strategy after all.

"Help me carry him to the basement," I commanded Allysa, who stood behind me.

"Yes, Master," she nodded and took hold of my uncle's legs, while I supported his arms.

Together, we carried his heavy body down to the basement, where the real fun was about to begin.

Did he really think he could escape me by having a heart attack and dying? Don't worry, uncle, you'll be begging for a heart attack after I'm through with you.

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37 Twisted Family Part 2

In the dimly lit basement, my uncle sat restrained in a chair. We had meticulously secured his body with ropes and firmly blindfolded him, leaving no room for any potential escape.

I had thoroughly thought out my strategy. To maximize the power of my skill (Suggestion), I know that I couldn't hold back at all. Not that I intended to, anyway.

Given that he was a male, I decided that the most effective course of action was to break his will completely. And what better way to achieve that than through torture?

"Wake up!" I shouted, throwing a splash of cold water onto his face, abruptly rousing him from his sleep.

"What the hell is going on? Where am I?" he screamed, his voice filled with panic as he struggled against his restraints, futilely attempting to break free. However, his weak struggles were in vain

"Hello, Uncle. Did you miss me?" I chuckled as I enjoy in this moment.

"Zyden!" he replied with a shocked voice.

My aunt might not have recognized my voice because when we met, she could clearly see my face. This caused her brain to immediately dismiss the possibility that I was her nephew just by looking at my improved appearance .

However, my uncle is in a different situation. He can't see because of the blindfold, so his sense of hearing will have to adjust itself to compensate for his loss of sight.

"Surprised to see me?" I taunted.

"You're back! I've been looking for you. Don't you know how worried I am?" he started spouting nonsense.

Does he think that I'm dumb enough to get fooled by him again?

"Let's drop the act, Uncle. Aunt Allysa already told me everything." I sneered.

He paused for a moment, clearly taken aback by my revelation.

"What did she tell you?" he asked with a trembling voice.

"Everything,"

"Lies! Do you believe that lying bitch? I know what's happening here. She's using her poisonous tongue to lie to you. Think about it: who will benefit the most from this? If you do something to me, you'll be seen as a criminal and she'll inherit all the money!"

Wow, I can't believe my uncle is this smart. Does he really have an intelligence of 0.5?

I need to check his status first before using my skill. Every failed suggestion reduces my chances, so I need to be careful.

"Mind Eye"

Name: Ji-Hoon Geji

Age: 45 years old Overall Stats: 45

Level (1)

Strength : 11

Agility : 0.41

Stamina : 11

Endurance: 11

Intelligence: 0.52

Charisma : 0.1

Status : In distress

Suggestion : 13% -5%

Innate Skill

Sadism : A psychological disorder that makes a person more sadistic and emotionally manipulative …

I can't believe my guess was right. My uncle really does have an innate ability of his own. And just by reading the content, I can now tell why Allysa never left him despite the abuse. His mental disorder not only made him sadistic and violent , but also more manipulative .

Even my suggestion skill is heavily limited.

But I don't have to worry. Regardless of his current status, he won't be able to escape those ropes. And even if he did, I have something to protect myself.

I look at my shoulder bag and double-checked my uncle's gun. I haven't used a gun before, but watching YT videos and using my quick learning ability has allowed me to grasp the basic knowledge of how to wield it.

"Stop lying, uncle. Just admit the truth if you don't want to get hurt." I sighed, acting as if I was disappointed by his answers.

"I'm not lying to you, Zyden. Why would I want you dead? I'm your uncle, and you're my last living blood relative!" he said, his voice frustrated.

"I never said that you wanted to kill me?" I chuckled as I pointed out his blunder.

What a moron. Even with that extra intelligence, you made an embarrassing error. It's not like it will matter to me.

"Stab him in his left leg," I instructed her.

Yes, Master," she nodded and slowly walked towards my uncle while holding a knife.

The room fell silent as tension filled the air, her every step calculated and precise. With nonchalant expression in her eyes, she was prepared to strike, ready to fulfill my command.

STAB!

"Ahhhhh, Fucking Bitch!!!"

My uncle writhe in pain as the knife pierces his legs. She then pulls it back up, causing the blood to splatter. Blood gushed out from the deep wound, staining the floor with his dirty fluids.

"HAHAHAHA" I continued to laugh, amused by his absurd reaction. I could have done this myself but it was more satisfying to just order his own wife to do the dirty job.

"Please... Stop doing this right now... We can still fix this," he wailed as the pain of his wounds became too much for him to handle.

My heart leap with excitement as I witnessed his miserable situation. I couldn't help but take pleasure after seeing him suffer the consequences of his actions. It was an ironic reminder that karma had finally caught up with him, and justice was being served.

Since you planned to murder me, you should have been prepared to die too. I wanted to say those words to him right now, but I felt that it was better to give him a little bit of hope. It would be boring if he gave up just like that.

"You're absolutely right uncle," I responded, my tone holding a hint of pity.

"Allysa, my uncle's in quite a bit of pain. Could you please wrap his legs with a bandage?"

She immediately sprang into action, retrieving the pre-prepared first aid kit and somewhat awkwardly tending to my uncle's injuries.

"Thank you for coming to your senses, Zyden," he expressed his gratitude after Allysa had finished treating his wounds

"Of course, Uncle. I am still your nephew, so I can't let you bleed to death." I replied with a devious grin.

"Allysa, stab his other leg."

"Wait... wait... Don't!" he pleaded, panic evident in his voice.

STAB!

"AHHHHH!!!" His cries of agony filled the air once again. His blindfold became dampen with tears, and even his disgusting snorts had mixed with his sobs. I can even see some pee in his pants. He must have wet himself from experiencing such pain. I'm pretty sure being stab in the legs hurts like a bitch.

"I'm just getting started, you fucking bastard," I sneered in contempt.𝗇𝒐𝚟𝓮𝑙𝒩𝑬xt.𝒸𝑶𝐌

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Chapter 38 Twisted Lies

"AHHH!!" he screamed in pain, his voice echoing in the basement. I could feel the fear in his voice, the realization sinking in that he was truly helpless in this situation. Inflicting pain on the person who wanted me dead was incredibly satisfying.

"Do you want to be a criminal, Zyden ? You will be imprisoned if you don't stop. You can still stop this madness !" His words were laced with anger, his teeth gritted as he spoke. It seemed that his innate skill, Sadism, was giving him a false sense of bravery.

This is way better for me. It would be boring if he didn't show his true colors. I chuckled in response to his feeble attempt at manipulation.

"Oh, Uncle, you really think I haven't thought this through? You're underestimating me again."

I leaned in closer.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, and I have the means to make sure things go my way. Don't you worry about me, worry about yourself."

"You damn brat !" He scowled at me, his anger and frustration evident. He was used to being the one in control, and now the tables had turned completely against him.

"Cut his fingers one by one until I tell you to stop," I commanded Allysa.

She did not hesitate at all and began the gruesome task with a nonchalant look on her face.

SLICE!

"AHHHH... !!!! FUCK YOU .. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU BITCH! "

nullinullb*SLICE! nullinullb*SLICE !

The sound of each finger being severed was like music to my ears.

nullinullb*SLICE ! 𝗇𝒐𝚟𝓮𝑙𝒩𝑬xt.𝒸𝑶𝐌

"Stop! Please stop!" he begged, tears streaming down his face as he writhed in pain.

"I'll do anything you want, just please stop cutting my fingers !"

I kept my gaze steady on him, not showing any signs of mercy. This was my chance to make him pay for all the misery he had caused me over the years.

"Allysa, stop," I commanded, and she immediately withdrew the knife.

He let out a relieved sigh, his body trembling from the pain.

"You see, Uncle, I have the power now," I said with a cold smile. "And I won't hesitate to use it to make you suffer."

"I will kill you if you spout nonsense again," I warned.

[Suggestion Success ]

"Tell me everything,"

[Suggestion Success ]

A smile formed on my face after seeing the notifications. The power of my suggestion was strong enough to make him confess, even if he is in pain.

"Why did you do it? Why did you try to kill me?" I asked. Of course, I already know the answer, but I just want to hear his whole reason.

If it was solely about money, he could have acted kindly towards me. That way, I would have been more likely to share the inheritance with him. But his actions were excessively brutal, so it couldn't have been just for money.

He took a deep breath, his voice tinged with defiance, and answered me,.

"It's because of your damn father and mother!" He gritted his teeth in anger

"What about them?" I inquired, my curiosity getting the better of me. While I didn't really care about my parents enough to feel anger at the mention of their names, I was still curious about his reasoning.

"They betrayed me! You might not know this, but I actually knew your mother before she met your father. We crossed paths while I was working. I tried to get close to her, offering help with her issues and showing her kindness. But you know what she did? She rejected me and chose my brother instead, all because he was wealthier than me. What a treacherous woman. That's when I realized that in this world, only those with money can truly get what they want!"

"Serves him right! In the end, I just had to lie to him about your mother leaving him for another man, and he got depressed and got himself killed!HAHAHA " He started laughing like a maniac. The suggestion skill made him unable to lie, so his true colors were finally revealed.

"What did you say?" My heart sank after hearing him.

"You're the reason why father died?" I asked with a weak voice. I had always thought that my father died due to depression. I blamed my parents for my misfortunes, but this might not be the case after all.

But something more important caught my ears . My mother!

"What did you do to my mother?" I grabbed his collar in anger.

"I don't know . That bitch just disappeared one day, and I just lied to your father about seeing her leaving with another man. Hahahaha." he laughed hysterically.

"You piece of shit !" all my anger burst out . This bastard don't deserve to live at all.

I raised my fist and punched him.

nullinullb*Punch !

"You son of a bitch! You think my parents' lives are a joke?"

nullinullb*Punch !

"Do you know how much I've suffered because of you?"

nullinullb*Punch !

"Did you even feel guilty about what you did to my father?"

nullinullb*Punch !

"How can you call yourself a human being? You're a fucking monster!"

nullinullb*Punch !

I kept hitting him with my fist. I might not be that strong, but the adrenaline rushing through me made me feel stronger. I wanted to punch him to death. I wanted to make him suffer.

nullinullb*Punch !

nullinullb*Punch !

nullinullb*Punch !

I could feel my hands bleeding from all the punches, but I still didn't want to stop. I wanted him to suffer more. However, my rational thoughts jolted me from my blind rage.

"No, I can't kill him yet," I shook my head. Even if I killed him now, people would become suspicious about his sudden disappearance. It would create more problems for me.

It was a good thing that my skill was able to bring some sense to me before I made a terrible mistake.

THUD!

I let go of him, allowing him to drop to the ground. I could see his battered face, his mouth bleeding, and his nose clearly broken from the beating he had received from me.

"Take care of him, but don't let him escape. He can't die yet," I scoffed, my anger still burning.

I hurriedly left the basement; being there only fueled my desire to kill this pathetic excuse for a human being .

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Chapter 39 Twisted Mind

"I hate him! I want to fucking kill that monster!" I roared in anger, repeatedly punching the wall.

nullinullb*PUNCH!

nullinullb*PUNCH!

nullinullb*PUNCH!

All those revelations, all those lies, all those deceptions. He's the person who ruined my life.

Finally, I stopped after feeling the pain in my fist. As I checked my hands, I saw my knuckles bleeding. It was somewhat ironic; I had been so consumed by anger that I'd forgotten how painful it could be to punch a solid wall, even after unleashing my fury on someone to the brink of death.

The wall, on the other hand, had become a canvas for my crimson blood. It was as if it had absorbed all my anger and was now reflecting it back to me. The patterns of my knuckles made it look like some absurd masterpiece you'd see on TV, the kind that art collectors would pay millions for. Who knew my rage and fist could turn me into an accidental artist?

"What am I going to do now?" I sighed, plopping down on the floor.

I had spent countless years berating my dad in my mind, cursing his name for leaving me behind, and the mess he'd created. But now, as I sat on the cold, unforgiving floor, I couldn't help but wonder if I was more like him than I cared to admit. The truth was, the only real difference between us was that I had the system to assist me.

Maybe he felt hopeless after being manipulated by his only brother into believing that his true love, my mother, had left him for another man.

I had thought that I had forgiven them both in my heart before. But the painful truth of the events that had unfolded between my mother and father left me seething with anger. Perhaps, if that monster hadn't spun a web of lies, my father might have been searching for answers all along.

And even if she had left for another man, I believed my father would have still cared for me. I still cherished the memory of being held close to his round, comforting belly.

He might look fat and weak, but I can still remember my mother always talking about how awesome he was, and how she fell in love with him at first sight.

nullinullb*STEP! nullinullb*STEP! nullinullb*STEP! The sound of approaching footsteps jolted me from my deep thoughts. 𝐍𝑶𝑽𝔢𝗅𝒩ℯxt.𝗰𝔬𝓶

"Have you finished treating him?" I asked with a cold tone as I watched Alyssa exit the basement, her clothing stained with blood. She looked like an emotionless serial killer right now, as if she had just finished skinning her most recent victim.

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Give him some medicine and vitamins as well, so he doesn't die too easily. His sins are too great for him to simply die on me." I sneered in contempt.

"Yes, Master," Alyssa replied obediently.

"Take a bath after you're done. I will be waiting for you in the master's bedroom," I instructed her. I needed a release for this pent-up stress, and I hadn't forgiven her for her own sins yet.

"Yes, Master,"she bowed her head .

As I stood up and walked away, my thoughts churned.

"If I hadn't discovered the truth about her switching the poisoned bottle with a normal one, her fate might have been the same as my uncle's," I mused, the weight of that revelation lingering heavily in my mind.

I couldn't help but confront the darkness that had taken root within me. Whether it was due to the influence of the system's skills or the overwhelming hatred I felt, I had transformed into a person I could hardly recognize. Strangely, I found myself devoid of guilt, as if I had become numb to the moral boundaries I once had.

Or maybe I never really had any moral boundaries to begin with. It's possible that what I once thought guided me morally was my weak self, and now it has crumbled, revealing a darker side of me.

Master's Bedroom

"Zyden, please stop this. Please, stop!" My aunt started crying as I held her by the neck. She tried to resist, but it was no use.

I used suggestion to control her thoughts, so right now, in her perspective, she's being dominated by my old, fat self.

Why did I do this? Well, I realized that her having sex with someone she love would just satisfy her desires. And I prefer making her struggle.

This is simply a role play for my own enjoyment, a rather cruel one at that.

"You bitch, this is payback for the things you did to me back then. Do you regret being a jerk?" I scoffed, as I turned her body , and pinned her down the bed.

nullinullb*THRUST!

"No….it hurts," she squirmed in pain. The first thrust was awkward; it was dry, so I had to force it.

I know that she's in pain, but her plead for mercy is not enough to stop me.

nullinullb*THRUST!

nullinullb*THRUST!

nullinullb*THRUST!

My large dick moved roughly back and forth against her pussy as I positioned myself behind her, holding her hair tightly like I was riding a horse.

"AH….AHH. Please Stop… I'm breaking …. I'm breaking ... I can't …. Please… I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I…. Won't … do it again.. I'm sorry ," She started moaning , her eyes flipping as she also began to feel the heat of moment.

I could see in her face that she started to enjoy it as the sex went on. And, I can't blame her, my dick is so massive that it hits the G-spot with every thrust.

nullinullb*THRUST!

nullinullb*THRUST!

nullinullb*THRUST!

Finally, after feeling her warm pussy rubbing against my dick , I could feel my cock throbbing with tension, aching to find release .

"I'm coming," I groaned, letting her know as I reached the peak of pleasure.

"AH.. No… Please…. Please…. Ahhhh stop… I don't want to get pregnant ...!'

nullinullb*BURST!

"Nooooooo!!!!" She screamed as the intense sensation of getting filled up by semen break her mind.

nullinullbTHUD.

Then her weak body dropped down onto the bed, her breathing heavy and exhausted.

I noticed traces semen dripping from her pussy, evidence of the amount of cum she took in. It became clear that the tension I had been holding inside was greater than I had initially realized.

As I lay on the bed, my mind began to calm down. The pain of betrayal still lingered, but the rush of hormones from a good sex tried to provide some solace.

With this clarity, a new plan formed in my head.

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Chapter 40 Uncertainties

"Breaking news just in: the man who jumped in front of a train yesterday has now been identified as Ji-Hoon Geji, a 45-year-old individual. According to the footage, there were no witnesses to the incident, and it appears that he jumped on his own. As a result, the police are closing the case, categorizing it as suicide." The anchor's words reached my ears, but strangely, I couldn't find any sense of happiness within me.

In the end, I waited for my uncle's injuries to heal. Then, using my unique skills, I manipulated him to take his own life after writing a will. I ensured he chose a spot with a CCTV camera nearby, aiming to avoid complications down the line.

The last thing I wanted was the police at my doorstep. Despite having a system, I knew I was still vulnerable to the long arm of the law.

As for feeling guilty about offing my uncle? Well, let's just say, only a few episodes of my favorite anime would let me forget that monster. You know, they say you should forgive your enemies, but I'm not buying that self-help mumbo jumbo.

After acquiring this system, I came to a cheeky realization: only the weak and powerless spout those feel-good quotes to comfort themselves. You know, the same sort of pep talk I used to give myself when I was at the bottom of the power ladder.

"Here's your coffee, master," a stunning woman, wearing only in an apron, approached and handed me a cup coffee.

I nodded in response and took it from her hands.

As she turned away, her beautiful, smooth skin and seductive curves caught my eye.

My aunt remained under my influence. Since she never tried to kill me, I chose to let her live. Her fate? To serve me, stripped of her freedom and emotions. Well, the "stripped" part is quite literal in her current condition.

With everything seemingly settled, I shouldn't have any worries, but for some reason, a lingering emptiness bothered me.

"What's my next move?" I muttered to myself. For the majority of my life, I had been confined to my room, playing the role of a keyboard warrior and trolling people on the internet. 𝐍𝑶𝑽𝔢𝗅𝒩ℯxt.𝗰𝔬𝓶

Suddenly, in just a matter of days, I had acquired the power to control people to the extent of driving them to suicide. I was utterly clueless about what to do next.

I landed this system in a peaceful era. There's no epic war raging where I could swoop in, lead an army, and cunningly manipulate both sides while dramatically donning a mysterious black mask.

"I, Jinho Vi Zyden, command you! Now all of you... die! "

There's no Hero Academy either, where I could waltz in, rise through the ranks, and have everyone sing my praises.

No hidden treasures beckoning me to wild inter-ocean adventures, and sadly, no Martial Art Sects where I could learn the ways of cultivation and turn into a straight-up immortal. It's like getting a sports car in a town with a 5mph speed limit.

So, using my powers in this era would pretty much label me as a full-blown psychotic criminal.

"To hell with this boredom. I'll check my status first to find some motivation," I said, forcing a laugh. After all, I was a system holder. Being down in the dumps over such trivial matters like figuring out my life seemed pretty silly.

"Status"

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 18 years old

Overall Stats : 17.5

Level (8) [05/3000]

Attributes

Strength: 0.5

Agility: 5.3

Stamina: 0.5

Endurance: 4.1

Intelligence: 2.6

Charisma: 4.5

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 2]

Suggestion [Level 7]

Skill Store I

Quick Learning [Level 3]

[Intuitive Complex Problem Solving : [Level 1 ]

Attribute Points: 11

Skill points: 4

Domination Points : 2

I had these additional attributes after leveling up, but I wasn't quite sure where to allocate my points just yet. So, I thought it would be best to save them until I had a clearer direction in life.

But, spending some points on Charisma and Stamina sounded like a reasonable idea. I mean, has anyone ever complained about being too handsome?

[Charisma 3] [Stamina 3]

As the changes in my stats kicked in, I did feel a bit of discomfort , though not as extreme as before. I sensed that my breathing had become noticeably easier, which hinted that Stamina had improved my overall heart health.

My face inexplicably began to feel warm, and I sensed something peculiar, like tiny worms squirming beneath my skin. Strangely, it wasn't painful; instead, it felt oddly ticklish.

After the transformation is complete, I couldn't resist checking it out in the mirror located in the living room.

"Wait... Is this really my face?" I couldn't help but be surprised. My previously ordinary nose had become more refined, my jawline sharper, and even my eyes appeared rounder with longer lashes.

I definitely transformed into quite the handsome individual.

"Perhaps I should try my hand at acting?" I mused jokingly. Of course, I didn't want such a demanding job.

However, I couldn't help but admire my new appearance. Even without my abilities, this face alone could easily attract many. Smirking at my reflection, I struck a model-like pose in the mirror.

But after a few minutes of goofing around and trying to act funny, I lost interest in my new good looks.

It's not that I hated becoming handsome; it's just that striking poses felt incredibly boring. It was like I had stumbled into the dilemma of the rich. You know, they say that people with heaps of cash don't get overly excited about buying fancy sports cars because it becomes the norm for them.

In my situation, my lack of a clear goal left me feeling kind of moody.

Ding.

The doorbell rang, and I watched as my aunt headed toward the door.

"Oh, she's going to check who's visiting," I chuckled, well aware that I had a servant to handle such tasks. But then it dawned on me.

"Wait! Stop!" I shouted, realizing that she was about to step outside wearing nothing but an apron.

"Do you want people to see you like that?" I sighed in disappointment. I had forgotten that she couldn't take any action without clear instructions. It seemed I still had some programming to do to get her to act appropriately.

But I wonder who rang the door bell?

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Chapter 41 Visitors

"Who is it?" I checked the screen on my door to see who was at my gate.

Thankfully, we had something called "RONG," a camera-based doorbell. This had been pitched on SharkBank, but those Sharks had clearly missed out on signing a deal with a future multi-billion-dollar product. It appeared they weren't as sharp as they claimed to be. 𝐍𝑶𝑽𝔢𝗅𝒩ℯxt.𝗰𝔬𝓶

Watching the screen , I saw a man I recognized. Yes, I had seen him before, at Star bucks.

"Interesting. Did this guy come here for my Aunt?" I couldn't help but chuckle after recognizing my aunt's previous lover. He must have heard about my uncle's death and assumed that he could now have my aunt all to himself. What a moron.

"Allysa, is he dangerous?" I inquired.

"Yes, Master. He's a gangster who sells drugs, and he always carries a gun," she explained.

Hearing that my aunt's love interest was a gangster reminded me of the thugs who had previously attacked me. I had almost forgotten about them. I'd better add them to my list, just in case I forget again .

"He also has a gun?" I muttered to myself, realizing that my plans might become more dangerous. I needed to prepare.

"Allysa, take this earpiece and from now on, follow my every command. Also, dress nicely," I instructed her.

I had been bored for a few days, and this guy's arrival was perfect timing. I could still gain experience points from males, so I decided to "farm" him first.

After she finished dressing up, I gave her some instructions before she went outside to greet her ex-lover.

Peering out the window, I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of him grinning like a lovesick puppy after seeing my aunt wearing a seductive white T-shirt and shorts. I mean, my aunt was indeed gorgeous, so I understood the reaction. But little did he know, she had never really cared for him.

Allysa could've asked him to get rid of my uncle, but she held back because she knew this guy was more dangerous . If my uncle was a twisted, manipulative monster, then this guy was practically a murderer .

Thinking about it, I had to wonder if my aunt's taste in men was really this bad. She had even fallen for me when I was just pretending to be someone else to fool her.

CREAK!

She opened the gate, and he immediately went in for a hug. However, my aunt sidestepped and dodged his embrace.

"Don't touch me ,"

"Yeah, you're right. This is too public, so I can't hug you here," he said, attempting to act nonchalant despite his obvious embarrassment.

I heard his words through the bug I had placed on Alyssa and it was funny to see him trying to save face.

"Let's go inside," he chuckled with an air of entitlement, as if he now owned the house. What a pompous loser. Just seeing his bold and arrogant attitude fueled my desire to teach him a lesson.

But before they could come inside, another person called out from outside the gate.

"Big Sister, I heard what happened to Uncle!" A sweet-looking young woman hurriedly entered the gate, which was not yet fully closed, and run towards Allysa.

"Don't dodge it," I urgently ordered through the ear-piece.

"Big sister!" The young woman embraced Allysa tightly, creating a scene that could have been straight out of a Hollywood movie. She might have been young, but all her curves were in the right places.

With the same blonde hair and blue eyes as Allysa, she had a refreshing and clean-cut appearance. Her hair was also shorter, just about shoulder length, which added to her overall appeal. Was this the charm of young woman?

Upon closer observation, my attention was drawn to her school uniform — especially the short skirt she wore. The stockings on her legs acted like barriers teasing me, and accentuating her long limbs. Her upper body was draped in a crisp white school blouse, and a red bowtie at the center completed the classic high school look.

What a lovely girl!!!

Even Allysa's lover couldn't resist being captivated by her appearance. He appeared to be drooling, and I couldn't help but think what a pervert he was. I wanted to shout, "Stop looking at my next piece of property!" It was infuriating, and I had an intense urge to punch the guy right then and there.

Darn it, while EXP is important, upholding my cultured man status is my top priority. Choosing EXP over high quality pussy would be a disservice to all the cultured men out there. I won't let them down.

"Change of plan, Allysa. Ask him to leave for today. Act like your usual self so he doesn't get suspicious!" I commanded through the earpiece.

"Please leave for today; I have some things to settle first," Allysa spoke in a sweet voice. Her acting skills were truly impressive, as her clueless lover just laughed it off.

"Okay, no problem," he scratched his head, looking like a complete pushover, and excused himself.

I'll deal with him later. He better enjoy his life while he can. How dare he look at my property with his dirty eyes? I'll make him regret having eyes to begin with.

"Who is that scary-looking man, sister?" Allysa's sister asked with an adorable voice. She even raised her hands to cover her mouth, as if afraid that she might be overheard.

It was quite amusing; I couldn't even remember her name because she had never talked to me before. So, in a way, I didn't have any personal issues with her. Then why was I feeling so strangely excited? Could it be that I had actually been struck by her beauty?

I couldn't help but ponder the genetics in Allysa's family; everyone seemed to be incredibly attractive. It left me curious about what their mother looked like. Beauty definitely seemed to run in their genes.

"Invite your sister inside and act normal," I commanded through the earpiece .

I want to meet her so bad.

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Chapter 42 She got the wrong script ?

Inside the house, I waited upstairs, spying on them through the cameras I had installed.

Yeah, during the past few days when I wasn't doing much else, I had placed cameras all over the place, just in case I decided to create my own lemon video content in the future. Just kidding; I had actually done this to monitor how Allysa responded to my orders through the earpiece.

On my computer screen, I could see them clearly from various angles. I even had a view that focused on their legs for "Educational Purpose", of course.

They were currently seated in the living room, so it felt like I was controlling Allysa as if I were playing a Sims game. Well, this was certainly fun. At the very least, it would help alleviate my boredom.

I knew I could just meet her and, with Allysa's assistance, manipulate her around. But honestly, where's the fun in that? It's like playing a video game with cheat codes on from the start. I wanted a bit of a challenge, maybe get a peek into her personality without me pulling the strings. And then, based on whatever comedy or drama unfolds, I'd plot my next move.

"Big Sis, what do you plan to do now?" Alyssa's sister shattered the silence with her youthful and irresistibly cute voice. 𝐍𝑶𝑽𝔢𝗅𝒩ℯxt.𝗰𝔬𝓶

She looked like Alyssa, but she was unquestionably in a league of her own. I couldn't even claim that Allysa was more beautiful than her because she possessed her own adorable charm, distinct from what her big sister has.

"Oh, it seems like she's got a soft spot for her big sister," I thought to myself, noticing the concern in her expression.

[Answer her that you don't know yet, and address her by her real name] I commanded.

Allysa twitched after hearing my command.

"I don't know yet, Alice," she replied.

[Alice? That's her name? What a surprisingly wholesome name] I chuckled upon hearing it.

Now time to see more fun things.

I began giving Allysa some instructions and then, to make things more interesting, I turned off Domination after completely programming her memories.

While turning off "Domination" would set her free, the information I had planted in her head would remain. All I needed to do was trigger it with specific keywords.

For example, I implanted a false memory that would activate after Domination let go of her.

This memory distorted her reality, making her believe that she had done nothing wrong in the past few days, and thus, had no reason to feel guilty about my uncle's death.

Because she had harbored hatred for him from the start, this will trigger her own emotions of happiness and ecstasy, reactions she would have displayed even without my manipulation.

It was a carefully crafted illusion, and I couldn't wait to see how it played out in scenario .

"I hated that bastard; I'm happy that he's dead now!" Allysa chuckled, her true feelings finally surfacing.

Alice, on the other hand, remained silent.

"But what about Zyden?" she asked, mentioning my name.

Could it be that she was also concerned I might kick her sister out? This girl was not as innocent as she seemed. I mentally deleted all the praise I had given her earlier.

"What about him?" Allysa asked, her voice devoid of any disgust, thanks to my programming. She now believed that she had been secretly been in love with me for years, thinking that her mistreatment of me was merely a ploy to keep me all to herself within this house.

The illusion I had created was straight out of one of the hentai stories I had read a few days ago.

"I mean, his uncle is his only blood relative, so he must be heartbroken… Poor guy," she spoke with a sad tone, and I could see genuine concern in her expression.

Wait, what was going on here? Why did she appear heartbroken? I could even see her shoulders shaking as if she might burst into tears any second. What the hell was happening?

"Do you still have feelings for him?" Alyssa asked, her tone laced with unmistakable annoyance. In her newly implanted perspective, she was annoyed because she wanted Hold on a second. This felt like I was watching a scene from a Japanese/Anime romantic comedy. Had I mistakenly stumbled into the plot of some wholesome anime? me all for herself.

But setting that aside for a moment... feelings for me? Had I unknowingly been the object of affection all this time?

"Sister, you don't have to put it that way. It's really embarrassing… I'm just concerned about his well-being" Alice mumbled, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red as she covered her face.

Hold on a second. This felt like I was watching a scene from a Japanese/Anime romantic comedy. Had I mistakenly stumbled into the plot of some wholesome anime? It seemed like Alice was that typical side character, not the main love interest, but the one who had secretly harbored feelings for the protagonist for a very long time. How did I end up in this situation? Was there a mix-up in the scripts?

Not that I hated it. My goodness, I should probably control my emotions. I was grinning so wide that I feared I might break my own mouth and have to visit the doctor for repairs. That would be incredibly embarrassing.

But okay, let's continue. I was definitely curious and wanted to see how this unusual situation will unfold.

"Where is he, by the way? His evil uncle is gone already, so I can now visit him," Alice spoke, her voice soft and her fingers fidgeting playfully. She looked incredibly cute, and her happiness was unmistakable. In fact, upon closer observation, she seemed even happier than Allysa.

"Don't push your luck; you can't meet him!" Allysa raised her voice sternly.

Hey, hey, hey! Why was she chasing away my first admirer? How dare she act like she owned me? Oh, right, I had programmed her to behave this way.

Alright, I needed to take control of my obsessed aunt before things escalated further. I couldn't let her ruin my first romantic prospect.

"Domination ON!!!."

"Domination ON!!!."

"Domination ON!!!."

Chapter 43 Pure Lover

"You can meet him, but you might get shock by his appearance," Allysa spoke.

"What do you mean?" Alice asked, her expression one of confusion.

"Well, you see, he underwent some surgery to improve his appearance, so he looks different now," Allysa explained while nervously scratching her forehead.

Her explanation sounded suspicious, but that was because I was the one doing the talking through the ear-piece .

The surgery part isn't too far off. South Korea is famously the plastic surgery capital of the world, where getting a new face is easier than ordering fast food.

In fact, most Korean girls receive a plastic surgery gift card for their 18th birthday, alongside a cake that says, "Congratulations on your new nose!" It's almost like a rite of passage - you're not an adult until you've had your first botox injection!

Back to the Siblings :

"For real? I mean, I haven't seen him in two months because of all the club activities. Wait, that evil uncle of his is willing to spend money?" Alice asked, sounding skeptical about my explanation. How villainous did my uncle seem to her for her to react this way?

"Yeah, maybe he realized that Zyden will soon turn 18 and will get his inheritance back," Allysa replied.

"That's possible. Maybe karma finally caught up to him. I hated him for treating Zyden so badly! If I wasn't concerned about you, I would have kicked his ass already," she said, her words filled with righteous anger, and she posed as if she were ready to throw a punch.

"So, Big Sis! Where is he right now? I want to see him!" Alice's tone shifted from curiosity, anger to excitement in a matter of seconds.

"I'll text him to come down,"

"Please do! I'm excited to see him," she exclaimed, her smile genuine and infectious.

Even the low-quality camera couldn't diminish her radiating beauty.

Back in my room:

"It's my time to experience my first romance," I also stood up from my PC and changed into something nice.

I did some online shopping a few days ago, so now I have a lot of clothes to choose from. But after thinking about it, with my better physique, a simple round neck T-shirt and gray pants are perfectly fine.

Walking down the stairs, I could feel my heart rate increasing slightly. Was it excitement, nervousness, or a mix of both? It was bizarre to think that, despite all the manipulation and sins I had committed , I was genuinely anxious about meeting Alice.

As I neared the living room, I could hear their chatter. I paused for a moment, straightened my shirt, and cleared my throat.

"Here he is," Allysa announced, as she caught sight of me.

Alice turned her gaze towards me, her blue eyes widening in surprise.

"Zyden?" she asked hesitantly.

"The one and only," I replied with a half-smile, trying to play it cool, but probably failing.

"Eh?" Sweat began to form on my forehead as I noticed her sad expression. Why did she look so down? I was more handsome now, thinner, and more charismatic. Shouldn't she be blushing like an innocent maiden meeting her first crush ?

"You're not chubby anymore?" She ask with a disappointed look .

"I thought you just had a nose and skin surgery, but this is too extreme," she sighed, sounding utterly betrayed by my new appearance.

"I can't believe my first love is a womanizer now," she sighed, her disappointment evident in her voice. She whispered it to herself, but perhaps due to her frustration, it came out a bit louder than she intended.

Womanizer? Are you kidding me? Don't tell me this girl has a fat fetish. I need to check her status; maybe she's just playing hard to get

"Mind Eye"

Name : Jiyeon Alice

Age : 18 years old

Overall Stats : 21

Level (10) 𝐍𝑶𝑽𝔢𝗅𝒩ℯxt.𝗰𝔬𝓶

Attributes

Strength: 1.5

Agility: 4

Stamina: 1.5

Endurance: 2

Intelligence: 3

Charisma: 10

Status: Disappointed / Heartbroken

Suggestion Chance : 13% (-50 %)

nullbTitle : God Blessed Individual nullbPure Lover : A pure lover is super rare trait; only those who are blessed with the greatest ability to love beyond superficial things can achieve it.

This kind of woman is one in ten Million. Handsomeness? Money? Power? They don't care about those things.

Once they fall in love, they will accept everything about that person. But the issue is when they engrave a particular trait of the person, whether it's negative or positive, it becomes their medium of love .

nullb*Perks

Perfect Wife Material. The chance of cheating is absolutely zero. This type of woman would rather die than cheat on the person they love.

The man who can be with a woman like this will be the luckiest man alive. You have a higher chance of winning the lottery than getting a woman with this trait . Only an idiot trash would let go of a woman like this. She should be treated as a national treasure

nullb*Innate Skill Effect: Any type of mental powers is heavily limited. Their heart is so strong that not even a godlike system can take shortcuts .

"No way..." I was speechless, as if the weight of the world had come crashing down on me.

"Why... Do you hate me, God? Why play something so cruel? You gave me the perfect woman, but it's too late, damn it." The despair and frustration welled up within me.

Oh, wonderful system, do you happen to have a magical solution to return my fats to me? I'm just so tired of being thin and fabulous. Please, give me back my glorious fat, like, right now! Dammit!

[System: Under Maintenance ]

Damn you ….

"I'm leaving now… I still have a lot of things to do. You look good now by the way... good for you," she said, her voice filled with sadness as tears streamed down her face. Why do I feel like I just committed a great sin against the world?

"Please don't leave!" I raised my hands in a desperate plea, but it was already too late. She ran away, just like those dramatic female protagonists in K-Dramas, tears streaming from her eyes.

What a cruel twist of fate this is.

DING!

[Mission]

Chapter 44 First Romance ?

[Mission: Get her to like you WITHOUT using cheats within 30 days] [Reward: 5000XP 3 Attribute Points 2 Skill points 2 Domination Points]

[Mission Penalty : -10 Charisma ] 𝐍𝑶𝑽𝔢𝗅𝒩ℯxt.𝗰𝔬𝓶

I blinked at the generous mission rewards popping up on my screen, but the shock of the penalty had me collapsing into my aunt's lap. Negative -10 Charisma ?

"What will happen if I fail?" I muttered to myself. A -10 Charisma would put me in the negative, but I wondered, was there even such a thing as negative Charisma? How ugly could a person be to reach that level of stats? These were the types of questions that can kept me up at night . Really scary thoughts .

Would I devolve into an intellectual ape, incapable of even the most basic social interactions? Or would I end up looking like a person with special needs ?

I thought about chasing immediately after her after seeing the penalty, like one of those dramatic K-Drama scenes, but then remembered - I didn't want to look like that clingy guy from episode 7. Plus, my system skills is basically useless against her. Great, just my luck!

As I lay there, pondering my misfortune and the mission at hand, Aunt Alyssa patted my head with her soft and fragrant hands . It's difficult to imagine that these same hands had stabbed someone multiple times just a few days ago.

"Don't worry, I'm still here. I'll never abandon you," she reassured me with a warm smile.

Oh, I forgot to turn on her Domination. Well, I'll give her some time to enjoy her temporary freedom.

Besides, I was heartbroken, so snuggling up in her soft legs felt like the only way to mend my wounded and broken soul. These legs had magical stress-reducing powers; I swear, they could rival a dozen therapy sessions and a new gaming console!

After a few minutes of satisfying myself with her legs, I decided it was time to address the situation with Alice.

"Hey, where is she living right now?" I asked curiously.

"She's staying in a dorm in Goyang-Si," she replied.

"Goyang-Si?" I don't really know much about the outside world, so I check my phone and search the location in G-MAP.

"An hour away?" I muttered in surprise. Goyang-Si was at least an hour away by train. Well, it might not be far for most people, but for a NEET like me, that felt like borderline work.

"But for my first love," I exaggerated dramatically, pretending to puff up like a mighty hero, "I'd cross mountains, swim across oceans, and scale the tallest buildings! Who needs a comfy NEET life when love is at stake, right?" I chuckled at the absurdity of my own statement, fully aware of the sarcasm dripping from every word.

"This battle is for all the cultured men out there! I will carry our flag to greatness!" I declared as I stood up, ready to embark on my mission to win Alice's heart without relying on my cheat-like abilities.

"Alyssa, let's chat about your sister," I announced, adjusting my imaginary glasses and striking a scholarly pose. That's right! Before venturing into the dangerous battlefield called "Love" this dashing general must gather intel.

"So, tell me about her likes and dislikes," I asked, taking out a notebook and pen as if I were a detective on a crucial case. I know it might seem a bit old-fashioned, but my usual skills won't work on Alice at all. Sometimes, you've got to go back to basics to succeed .

With a bit of prodding, Alyssa started revealing her adorable little sister's secrets .

One intriguing tidbit was that despite a legion of admirers, Alice had managed to keep her romantic experience at zero. Boys seemed to orbit around her like satellites, but none had ever landed. It was an info that made me like her more and more.

As the conversation flowed, I couldn't help but feel that Alice was the embodiment of perfection. According to Alyssa, she was a shining star in their school—a top student who held the prestigious position of Student Council Vice-President.

And if that wasn't impressive enough, she was also a volleyball prodigy, effortlessly spiking her way to glory on the varsity team. It was clear that she excelled in every aspect of life, and I couldn't help but wonder how I could ever measure up to someone like her.

Then an idea came up.

This idea hit me like a bolt of lightning. Why not just enroll in her school? Sure, the entrance exams were long gone, but with my system skills, I could just hypnotize the administration into making a spot for me.

I'd never truly experienced a classic high school life. I'd missed out on those small yet significant moments: sneaking out of class, giggling over a silly joke, lunch breaks filled with drama, and the exciting buzz of school festivals. Maybe this was my chance to reclaim that lost youth.

And let's be honest, if we were talking about prime locations to farm experience and skills, what better place than a school? It's a melting pot of emotions, experiences, and daily drama.

"Who am I kidding ?" After a brief moment of enthusiasm, I quickly I had powers, and I was going to use them to their full potential, without compromising my status or pretending to be anything less dismissed the idea.

Going to school seemed like a lot of effort, and let's be real, it would be a downgrade for someone of my status. Who needs high school experience when I already have a system at my fingertips?

My thoughts drifted back to all those novels and stories where the underdog main character suddenly gained incredible powers and then chose to attend school like a regular human being.

They'd act like peasants, pretending to be normal, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at those ridiculous protagonists. I had no intention of following in their footsteps.

I had powers, and I was going to use them to their full potential, without compromising my status or pretending to be anything less than I was. High school drama? Not for me.

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Chapter 45 Reasonable Purchase

Namdaemun Market

When I reached Namdaemun Market, I was met with a lively and colorful sight. The market was bustling with vendors selling a variety of items under vibrant awnings. There were stalls filled with clothes, accessories, electronics, and delicious street food. People were actively negotiating prices, and the air was filled with the enticing smell of cooking snacks. The market was alive with energy and activity.

Today, I had two objectives in mind. First, I needed to meet someone, and second, I intended to approach a fraudster and obtain some fake IDs.

It suddenly dawned on me that with my Suggestion Skill, I could easily impersonate a police officer, uniformed staff, or even a licensed teacher when needed. Typically, only skilled scammers would attempt such feats, but with the power of my suggestion, these fake IDs would work like a charm by planting seeds of doubt in the minds of my targets.

So, why go through all this trouble? Well, my plan is to infiltrate Alice's school by posing as a teacher. I don't intend to actually teach seriously; the main goal is to have access to the school grounds and perhaps make connections with other staff members.

If I'm going to venture into the world of high school, might as well make the most of it, right? Attractive teachers in their professional attire, lively students in their school outfits, and of course, the vibrant energy that only a school setting can offer. Every iconic high school scene you can think of - I'm there for it all. Hahaha!

Who knows, I might stumble upon a girl who's got a teacher complex so intense that she'll confess her undying love to me during one of my "lectures." I'll just have to be careful not to get too carried away with my pretend role or I might end up with a whole classroom full of admirers!

"Hey there, young man," an old man's voice called out to me.

"Me?" I pointed at myself.

My increased charisma had helped me socialize better, so I wasn't as awkward in communication anymore. But deep inside, I was still a perverted NEET. I had just learned how to control it better.

"Oh, amazing, amazing. Do you know you have a special aura about you?" the old man said. 𝐍𝑶𝑽𝔢𝗅𝒩ℯxt.𝗰𝔬𝓶

Impossible. Could this old man really see through my System? I walked closer to the old man, curious about what he planned to say.

But as I got closer, he started touching me as if I were a piece of meat at a market or something. It was like he was checking to see if I were tender enough to cook. This guy better count himself lucky that I'm respectful to my elders.

"Oh, you're still young, but you have the bone structure and the chi flow of a Kung-Fu genius," he declared.

Wait, why did his words sound so familiar? I felt like I had heard them somewhere before. Alright, let's listen some more, maybe I can remember.

"If the Chi flow can be channeled, then you will be invincible. Remember the old saying, 'you can't escape your destiny.' The duty of upholding world peace and punishing evil will be yours," he added.

Wait, now I'm 99% sure of where I've heard these words before. And why would I punish myself .

"Here, the Buddhist palm..."

"Hey, stop! You just stole that line from Kung Fu H*stle!" I berated the old man mentally. I couldn't believe he was trying to sell me a fake book about Kung Fu in modern times. Did he think I was an idiot?

But the moment the old man showed me the tattered book, my inner movie enthusiast couldn't help but be drawn to it. What if this thing was actually true? It felt like discovering a rare collectible in the street

"Alright, give me the book. How much is it?" I sighed in defeat.

"It's priceless, but because this is fate, I can give it to you for only 20,000 won," the old man replied with a big wide grin his face.

What the hell, old man? You're robbing me in broad daylight! If this is your price for a fated individual like me, then I don't dare to imagine the original price.

"Here," I handed him the money. I already had enough money anyway, so I figured I'd just consider it helping out an old man.

"Bye now," I turned away from him with the book in my hand. I'd be annoyed if I later found a price tag like 1000 won on it.

"You've grown, I wish our Mistress can see this" I heard a faint voice behind me, which made me turn my head.

"Did you say something ?"I asked.

However, there was no one there anymore. Even the old man had disappeared into thin air.

"He must have run away, thinking he'd fooled me," I muttered and couldn't help but chuckle. I wasn't fooled by you. It was my choice to give you my money!

"I absolutely did not get scammed!" I insisted, trying to convince myself that I had made a reasonable purchase.

Inside a restaurant .

The place had a unique market-like ambiance, with live seafood tanks on display, showcasing a variety of fresh catches available for sale. The lively atmosphere was filled with the sounds of clinking dishes and the chatter of diners, creating a bustling and vibrant environment.

The tables were adorned with simple yet tasteful decor, and the walls were filled with colorful murals depicting scenes from the ocean. It was a place where seafood lovers could relish the freshest catches prepared to their liking.

"Have you been waiting for me?" I raised my hand and greeted a cute girl sitting at the table. She looked embarrassed after seeing me, but she didn't say anything and just nodded.

"Let's eat first, did you order what I asked for already?" I inquired while I sat on my chair.

"Yes," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of fear. She absentmindedly twirled a strand of her pink hair, perhaps trying to calm her nerves.

That's right, I haven't programmed her that well yet. This cute girl was none other than my first Victim , Sang Hoe . I contacted her after finding out that she knew someone who could forge documents.

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Chapter 46 Minding Your Own Business

As I waited for my food, curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist checking the contents of the book I had just purchased. I pulled it out of the bag, noticing the aged look of the cover, and for some inexplicable reason, my heart began to race.

Could this be real? I mean, I have a system that gives me superpowers, the chances of finding a genuine cultivation book were a Quadrillion times higher than acquiring a system. So, maybe this was the real deal.

"Should I open it right here?" I hesitated, the thought of something powerful bursting forth from the book, like an ancient master, entering my body to teach me the secrets of pill-making. But then again, with my system, I could just manipulate any potential intruders, so no need to worry.

Alright, let's open this book. I flipped the cover and turned to the first page, and what I saw was beyond my wildest imagination.

"Fucker!" I cursed aloud as I saw the contents of the book. It was a damn pornographic magazine from the 1980s. No wonder it had that old smell to it. God damn it.

"Most of these women are in their 60s now! What am I going to do with this?" I cursed aloud while flipping through the book with curiosity.

"This book is useless," I muttered, closing it after seeing only 40% of the content. I decided to keep it for now, as a reminder to never trust anyone.

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Old Man POV

"Hey, Old Song!" that noisy market lady called out to me again. This old hag, calling me old. If I'm old then you're ugly!

"What?" I asked with an annoyed look.

"I saw you earlier, scamming a kid with one of those Role-play scams you do. One of these days, you will get karma for lying!" The old hag berated me. What a nosy busybody.

"It's called minding your own business!"

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Back to the Restaurant .

The enticing aroma of the freshly cooked food wafted through the air as the waiter brought our dishes.

On the table sat two servings of king crabs, their meaty legs glistening with melted butter and herbs, just waiting to be cracked open to reveal the succulent flesh within.

Next to them were two large platters of shrimp, perfectly grilled to a golden hue, seasoned with a delicate mix of garlic and lemon, and garnished with freshly chopped parsley.

The ten sticks of squid were charred to perfection, each piece tender on the inside while sporting a slightly crispy exterior, marinated in a tantalizing blend of spices that made my mouth water.

And to wash it all down, two chilled sodas with condensation dripping down the sides, the bubbles fizzing, promising a refreshing accompaniment to the seafood feast.

As I laid eyes on the sumptuous spread before me, all my frustration and disappointment vanished like a puff of smoke.

"This is for you," I said as I handed her the tofu I had ordered for her.

"Eh?" She looked shocked, as if she had expected more.

Did she really think I would treat her to all this seafood? It's expensive, even for me. She should be thanking me instead of showing disappointment. What an ungrateful woman.

Without waiting for her, I started eating the king crab. It was huge, so I had to savor it slowly

I cracked open the king crab's legs, revealing the tender, sweet meat inside. Each bite was a burst of flavor, and I savored it, occasionally dipping it in garlic butter. It was a delightful experience from start to finish.

"Where is that contact of yours?" I asked while chugging my soda.

"He'll be here any moment," she replied.

Suddenly, I heard a loud, angry shout from behind me.

"So this is the reason why you broke up with me?"

I turned around and saw the Good Guy from back then with a frustrated look on his face. His gaze bore into me, but it seemed that he no longer recognized me due to all the changes that had happened to my face.

"I told you that we're over already!" Sang Hoe stood up with an angry look.

"Why? What does this man have that I don't? Is he richer than me? More capable?" He gritted his teeth so hard that they seemed like they might shatter. His face flushed crimson, and his fists clenched tightly as he fumed with anger. I could actually see the pain and heartbreak in his eyes, as if his entire world had crumbled before him.

I couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity for him. However, little did he know that he would be even more heartbroken if he found out that her beloved girlfriend had been involved with many men while they were together. In a strange twist of fate, I had actually done him a favor by setting him free from his relationship with a "call girl".

"Babe, please don't do this. We've been together since childhood. Please, come back to me. We can still work things out," he pleaded.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes internally. This guy seriously needed to pull himself together. She wasn't even worth it. I didn't even bother putting my dick in her pussy since I have my own standard. Well, I did put it in her mouth, but that's another story. 𝑛𝗈𝔳𝔢𝑳𝑛𝗲xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

"I don't love you anymore," she sneered in contempt, turning her head to the side as if she couldn't stand to look at him.

Why so cruel, woman? Oh, right, I instructed her to be this way.

"You're the reason why she's like this!" he berated in anger and charged towards me.

I saw him clenching his fist, planning to throw a punch. Despite my elevated stats, I didn't have much experience in fighting, so taking him head-on would be difficult.

"He's crazy! Take him down!" I shouted to one of the customers, a big, bald man.

[Suggestion: Success]

The bald customer sprang into action and grabbed him in the stomach, executing a literal takedown that pinned him to the ground.

BAM!

I could have used my suggestion directly on him, but with his heightened anger, there was a risk of it failing. It was better to use it on a customer who was also thinking that his crazy, increasing the chances of my skill working.

"Let's talk outside calmly if you want to get your girlfriend back," I walked close to him and whispered the words that I knew would entice him.

[Suggestion: Success]

Chapter 47 Cut from the same Tree

Outside the restaurant, I led the Good Guy away from the commotion, still under the influence of my suggestion.

He followed me, his face red with anger, but his movements lacked the intensity they had inside the restaurant.

We stood at a nearby alley where the noise from the street was less overwhelming. I could see the frustration in his eyes, and I knew it was time to play my part.

"Look," I began, trying to sound empathetic, "I can understand how you feel. It's tough to see someone you love with another man. But sometimes, people change, and it's better to accept that and move forward too."

[Suggestion: Failed]

"Easy for you to say," he protested, "you're the one who stole her from me!"

I shrugged nonchalantly, still maintaining my calm demeanor.

"I didn't steal her from you, man. If she chose to be with me, it's because she wanted to. I mean look at me ? I'm too irresistible . And you can't force someone to love you or stay with you if their heart isn't in it."

I was clearly lying through my teeth, but it was better this way. I couldn't really tell him that I had stolen his girlfriend just for the sake of my mission, not to mention that I made his girlfriend my personal cum toilet .

[Suggestion: Failed]

What? Was he really that head over heels for her that nothing could get through to him? Oh man, this guy had fallen into the pit of love so deep he might need a ladder to climb out.

Or maybe this is what they call true love?

I sighed and decided to play along with his delusion of true love. After all, I had failed twice already, so I might as well try to increase my Suggestion level.

Suggestion [Level 7] — Suggestion [Level 10] [Chance Increase to 20% ]

"Look, man, I get it. You love her deeply. But sometimes, people change, and it's not always for the better. She's not the same person she used to be. You deserve someone who genuinely loves you back, not someone who can't reciprocate your feelings "

[Suggestion : Success ]

His expression shifted from anger to sorrow, and he looked down, defeated. "Maybe you're right..."

I patted his shoulder and spoke with a comforting tone, "Now, you should go and start the process of moving on. There are plenty of fish in the sea, my friend. You'll find someone better in time."

[Suggestion : Success ]

He nodded, his gaze filled with sadness and acceptance . "Yeah, you're right. Thanks for talking some sense into me."

With that, he turned away and walked off, leaving me alone with Sang Hoe.

"You're welcome! Think of me as your kind hearted life coach," I called out cheerfully, adding with a wink, "Remember, my advice fees are pretty high, but this one's on the house!"

"Now, where is that hoe," I muttered to myself, turning away.

As I approached the restaurant, I spotted another person at the table. He must be the one who would help me forge those fake documents.

I slowly walked towards them, itching to get this over with so I could have some fun with her before heading back home. I knew I already had my aunt, but sometimes a change of scenery wasn't a bad thing. Or should I bring her home too for a little triple action?

"Nah," I thought to myself. If I was going for a triple action, it was better to get Allysa and Alice involved. Sang was cute, but she'd seem bland compared to my aunt. Only Alice could take that super important position.

"Is this the person ?" I called out as I approached them.

The contact turned towards me, a wide grin spreading across his face, likely because he saw a potential wealthy customer. But both of our expressions soured instantly when we recognized each other.

"You're that old motherfucker who scammed me!" I shouted, my anger flaring up.

He chuckled nervously, his smile faltering.

"Well, well, well, what a small world we live in."

I crossed my arms, glaring at him.

"You didn't think you could just scam me and get away with it, did you?"

"Scam ? I bet you enjoyed that book," he chuckled, grinning like a buffoon.

Damn, this old man. I wanted to be angry, but he was just too old for me take seriously. Forget it, it's just money anyway.

"Let's just get this over with. Help me with the fake documents, and I'll just think of that money as a bonus. Don't dare ask for too much, or I'll find someone else!" I took a seat at the table and gulped my soda.

"Oh, I drank that one," he chimed in.

PFFFFH!

"What's wrong?" He looked genuinely puzzled.

What's wrong? No wonder that soda tasted like it was strained through a zombie's sock.

"Why did you drink it ?" I asked with a frustrated look.

"I saw two soda bottles, so I thought you left one for me," he explained, scratching his head like it was an honest mistakes.

"Why on earth would I buy you a soda? I ordered that for myself," I said, completely frustrated by his assumption.

The old man shook his head and took the soda from my hand and drink it.

"Young man, you'll get fat if you drink too much carbonated drinks," he actually scolded me. I couldn't believe the audacity of this guy. I was being outwitted by him. I had a lot to learn to reach his level of shamelessness.

"Now let's get down to business. You want 5 IDs and forged documents, right?" He instantly changed the topic after seeing me wanting to talk more. That was a smart move because now I couldn't do anything but nod.

Forget it, as long as he can help me.

"That's right, I want a police badge, a doctor's license, a teacher's license, a driver's license, and National Intelligence Service IDs, all with different names," I whispered to him.

"Are you planning to rob a bank?" He exclaimed after hearing all my requests. Well, I couldn't blame him. Anyone would think I was a criminal with the number of fake documents I wanted. But I really needed all of them, just in case I would use them in the future. As for the doctor's license, well, everybody loves a doctor.

"Can you do it or not?" I raised my eyebrows. If he was useless, then I would just use suggestion to force him.

"Who do you think you're talking to? I might look old, but they called me the 'Sweet Tongue King' years ago," the old man proudly declared. "You'll get those documents in no time," he added.

"Glad doing business with you. Hehehe," I shook his hand. 𝑛𝗈𝔳𝔢𝑳𝑛𝗲xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

"You can count on me . Hehehe" he replied

A wide grin appeared on both of our faces as we seal the deal. It was like we were both cut from the same tree.

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Chapter 48 Self Defense

"Alright, that's good. Keep your mouth wide open and use your tongue more," I groaned in pleasure as put my dick slowly in to her dirty mouth. She had done a good job introducing me to that old man, so I decided to reward her for all her hard work.

Unfortunately, her mouth was too small, and her skills weren't up to par. But that was alright; I had other ways to stimulate myself.

From a distance, I could hear people walking past us. Hehehe, getting a hotel room was too bothersome, so I was dealing with her in the same alley where I had "advised" her ex-boyfriend.

THRUST

THRUST

THRUST

The excitement of doing it in public was really turning me on.

And it didn't take long before I burst out a load, sending everything directly into her throat.

"AGHHH. That hit the spot," I chuckled as I stopped my dick from throbbing. I didn't even pull it out and just let it finish inside.

She looked so dirty now with all my semen coming out of her mouth and nose. I could even see that her clothes were drenched with saliva and semen.

"Take this and buy yourself some new clothes ,"I handed her 100,000 won as her allowance.

I don't have money issues anymore, so I might as well give her some money to ease her pain from having her mouth stretch out with my huge dick. She was rude to me before, but I think punishing her like my aunt is too much. So, I'm just going to treat her like my personal "call girl".

After finishing everything, I waited for her to regain her composure before going our separate ways. Leaving her with an semen filled ahegao face would only make her a target for other perverted males.

I can't allow others to use my cum toilet, even if it's a low-class toilet! I have principles I uphold!

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"You want to learn Boxing?" A tall man with a commanding presence spoke as he assessed me, rotating as if trying to discern my latent potential.

This man was one of the gym instructors, and I had come here to learn how to fight.

It's a funny story how I ended up here. I was planning to head home when I saw a banner that read "We accept Amateur Boxer."

Then, I remembered how I had almost been attacked by an angry ex-boyfriend. I realized that I also needed something to protect myself, just in case my skills didn't work. So, I decided to come here to learn the basics.

[Quick Learning Level 3] — [Quick Learning Level 4: 100% Faster.

Now, my learning speed is twice as fast.

Double the learning speed might not sound that impressive, but it was a significant improvement for me.

I was already a fast learner to begin with. In fact, before all those bullying incidents, I was at the top of my class because of how easily I could comprehend things. Even when I began becoming a NEET, I was still able to quickly learn and excel in eSports games. I even achieved an 9000 MMR in DOTO 2.

Besides, it would take that old man three days to finish everything, so I still had three days to learn the basics.

The instructor, who nodded in approval , began by explaining the rules and regulations of the boxing gym

After I paid the tuition, we started with the basics. He patiently taught me the fundamental stances, strikes, and movements of boxing. Step by step, he corrected my posture and technique, making sure I grasped the essentials before moving on to more advanced techniques.

Despite my lazy tendencies, I continued with my boxing lessons. The instructor, who clearly had more enthusiasm for the art than I did, patiently guided me through the basics. I half-heartedly went through the motions, often wishing for shortcuts to speed up the learning process.

I caught the instructor glancing at me with a surprise look a couple of times, eyebrows raised.

"You sure this is your first time learning boxing?" he asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Well, I've watched a few action movies if that counts," I quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

"Ha ha ha" His chuckle was a clear indicator that he didn't buy it.

"Your form is impressive for a beginner, but remember, real combat isn't as predictable as choreographed movie fights."

I rolled my eyes inwardly. Of course. The classic "theory vs. practice" lecture. Even with my ability, there's no escaping that one.

"I know, I know, it's different when someone's actually trying to punch your lights out," I replied, attempting to mask my laziness with a smirk.

The instructor just nodded, "Exactly. Keep that in mind and you'll do just fine." 𝑛𝗈𝔳𝔢𝑳𝑛𝗲xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

The day ended with me feeling utterly exhausted. I couldn't believe I had managed to endure so much physical activity. It's a good thing I've increased my stamina; otherwise, I might have collapsed from exhaustion.

"Zyden!" My instructor called out to me just as I was yearning to head home and rest. What more could he want now? Can't a guy catch a break?

"You're really talented, Zyden. You seem to have a natural aptitude for boxing, but your physical strength is lacking," he said matter-of-factly.

Ah, that's right. I haven't focused much on increasing my strength yet. It must be obvious to him.

"Alright, Coach," I replied, mentally noting that I needed to put more effort into building up my muscles.

"Good. Eat more meat so you can gain more muscle," he chuckled and walked away, though there was a glint of something more in his eyes.

Wait, is this guy trying to mold me into some real-life boxer ? Do I look like a protagonist in an underdog story to him?

Let's see, next, I'll start off as the unassuming rookie, shock everyone by defeating more experienced opponents with my unique and raw talent. I'll probably get utterly destroyed by the reigning champ at some point, leading to introspection, training montages, and dramatic rain scenes.

After a period of intense growth, both mentally and physically, I'll unveil my signature move. Here's where it gets epic. I'll wave my body back and forth like I'm doing some weird dance move. But wait, there's more! Inexplicably, the sound effect of a jet engine will play in the background. SWOOOOSH! SWOOOOSH! SWOOOOOSH! SWOOOOOSH! SWOOOOOSH!

And then, with this mighty technique, I'll punch my enemies so many times that it would have already cause them brain damaged. But for some bizarre reason, they'll still manage to survive. It's all part of the magic of my story!

'Enough of this nonsense! I'm out of here in three days, and no, I'm not some shonen anime protagonist, for crying out loud!' I shook my head..

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Chapter 49 Sparring

Three days had passed just like that.

I was able to learn a lot with ease, and even my coach was impressed by my improvement.

BAM!

The punching bag sway the moment my right fist hit it.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

(Oh my god! Did you see how hard that guy punched?)

(He just started three days ago, and he's already this good? What are we doing with our lives)"

(This must be what you call a boxing prodigy. Some people are just born talented.)

Whispers echoed in the gym as they watched in awe.

Hehehehe. Talent? I have something better called the "System."

"Status"

Name : Ji-Hoon Zyden

Age : 18 years old

Overall Stats : 30.3

Level (8) [75/3000]

Attributes

Strength: 5.7

Agility: 5.5

Stamina: 3.8

Endurance: 4.3

Intelligence: 3

Charisma: 8

Skills

Mind Eye [Level 2]

Suggestion [Level 10]

Skill Store I

Quick Learning [Level 4]

Intuitive Complex Problem Solving : [Level 1 ]

Intense Concentration : [Level 1 ]

Enhanced Cognitive Intuition : [Level 1 ]

Attribute Points: 0

Skill points: 0

Domination Points : 0

𝑛𝗈𝔳𝔢𝑳𝑛𝗲xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

With these skills, I was able to propel my learning to unparalleled heights. Enhanced Cognitive Intuition closely mirrors the effects of Complex Problem Solving. However, it's more instinctual, making it invaluable for combat and mastering techniques. In essence, it helped me identify areas to enhance my boxing techniques .

Intense Concentration is incredibly overpowered (OP). When activated, it boosts my learning speed from 100% to 150%, effectively increasing my rate of assimilation.

And the other thing that made me more excited was the rise in my stats. It seems all this "exercise" has worked wonders on my physique.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Zyden, come here for a moment," I heard my instructor call me from the ring.

"Alright, Coach," I stopped what I was doing and went over to him.

"Climb up; I'm going to have you spar," the coach announced.

(For real? He's going to spar already? Most people only get to spar after a month, and this guy did it in three days!)

(Bro, did you see his boxing? It's only natural that geniuses get exceptions to the rule.)

That's right, praise me more. Hahahaa.

With that in mind, I hurriedly climbed up to the ring to showcase my supposedly awesome skills. Why should I be afraid? After all, I had all these skills to support me.

"Good eye," the coach chuckled when he noticed my determination. He might have thought that I had the willpower and hunger of a true boxer. Idiot. I just wanted to act cool and flaunt my powers.

"Who's my sparring partner ??" I asked.

"You're lucky. Someone's coming who can teach you a lot of things," a small smirk appeared on his face, as if he was excited to see my performance.

Then suddenly, the door swung open, and a man standing at 5'8" entered the gym. He had a well-built physique and exuded an aura of strength. His muscles were noticeably toned, and I could sense that his a fast boxer from the way he moved. With his straight hair and handsome appearance, he could easily pass as the rival of a protagonist in those popular shonen anime.

"Hello, Coach. Is this the prodigy you told me about?" he asked with a smile.

Damn, his smile is irritating me for some reason.

"Zyden, his name is Miyato, a half korean/Japanese boxer. He's the current Bantamweight Champion," the coach introduced him.

'Bantamweight champion?' I almost exclaimed out loud upon hearing that. Are you trying to embarrassed me? A champion right from the start? Typically, my first sparring match should be against someone who's just a going pro, but a freaking champion already.

"Mind Eye..." I whispered to myself, my confidence waning as I prepared to face this formidable opponent.

Name : Miyato Ichero

Age : 22 years old

Overall Stats : ??

Level (22)

Attributes

Strength: ??

Agility: ??

Stamina: ??

Endurance: ??

Intelligence: ??

Charisma: ??

Skills

???

Innate Skill

???

Title

???

'Level 22? Are you pulling my leg?' I couldn't help but curse inwardly. He even had innate skills and titles. Why is there an overpowered character in this seemingly ordinary gym? I had to bid farewell to my epic story.

I had planned to show them how cool I am, and the coach would call some big boxing celebrity , proclaiming they'd discovered a one-in-a-million genius. A boxer with Muhammod Ali's speed, the strength of Mike Tysan, the strategic ability of Hayweather, and the explosive power of Manny Pacmon .Then I would disappear like an enigma to everyone. That was the story I had in mind.

"Hey, kid, don't worry, I'll go easy on you," he spoke with an arrogant tone.

This jerk. I had originally planned to take a small beating and just leave, but now I was riled up and ready to mess him up. You might be a champion but I have a cheat system.

[Mission : Insult and beat the crap out of him ]

[Reward: 1000 EXP ]

'Good job system' I muttered to myself .

I put on my boxing gear, including a headgear, while he didn't wear one.

"Why am I the only one wearing a headgear?" I asked the coach.

"You're an amateur, so it's only right that you wear one," he answered.

"I won't spar with him if the conditions are not the same," I protested. To hell with putting a handicap; I didn't want others thinking that I beat him because I had an advantage.

"Kid, don't be too stubborn and just wear your goddamn headgear," Miyato sneered in contempt.

Oh, so you're showing your true colors now? Don't worry, I'll beat you so bad you'll be ashamed to put on boxing gloves ever again.

"I don't need a headgear to spar with just a national-level champion," I sneered in contempt, trying to rile him up.

( Dude, does that kid have a death wish or something?)

( Bro, he's challenging the prideful Miyato.)

(I know he's talented, but he's talking trash to a champion!)

"Get him what he wants, a little beating will teach this kid a thing or two about discipline,"

"I'm the one who's going to beat you," I chuckled, gesturing for him to come and take me on.

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Chapter 50 Road to World Champion?

Begin!

The coach signaled for the sparring to begin, and Miyato and I circled each other in the ring.

Miyato quickly employed his footwork, shifting his feet and faking punches, but he refrained from actually throwing any after recognizing that my form was not to be underestimated. Now, I understood that I should have been anxious in this type of physical confrontation, but I had a plan in mind that I believed would surely work.

As he continued to dance around the ring, I bided my time, waiting for the perfect moment to execute my plan. My enhanced cognitive intuition and intense concentration allowed me to analyze his movements with precision, searching for any opening.

All eyes were fixated on the ring, and you could feel the anticipation. They were all thinking that this would be an epic fight, a clash between the former prodigy of the gym turned undefeated champion and me, the newcomer considered a boxing genius. The pressure was mounting, and the weight of expectations hung heavy in the air.

"I'm going to use my right hand to punch you in the head, so you need to block it," I spoke, faking a punch.

[Suggestion : Succeed ]

As I executed my cheat skill, to everyone surprise, Miyato instinctively covered his head, leaving an unexpected opening in his stomach.

"Idiot"

Without hesitation, I shifted my stance and unleashed a lightning-fast left hook, aiming for that exposed midsection.

BAM!

The punch landed with precision, and a gasp of shock rippled through the crowd as Miyato grunted in pain. His eyes widened in shock, and his brows furrowed in pain. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out as he emitted a low, involuntary grunt.

'Sucker. Do you think I will play fair?' I thought to myself, a sly grin crossing my face.

As a pro boxer, Miyato had instinctively lowered his guard toward me, making my suggestion work. Besides, me telling my attack plan was not an absurd or illogical command, so my chances of success were further increased because of this.

It was as if I were playing a psychological game with Miyato, trying to trick him into believing that he had two options: to believe or not to believe. That 50/50 chance was further influenced by my suggestion skill, making the mind game even more lethal. 𝑛𝗈𝔳𝔢𝑳𝑛𝗲xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

"Now, I'm going to hit you in your chin, so you better use both of your hands to block it," I spoke with confidence.

[Suggestion : Succeed ]

Hearing my voice, Miyato instinctively crossed his arms and covered his chin. My suggestion had succeeded once again, and I seized the opportunity to deliver a powerful combination of punches to his body, further wearing down the champion.

Left Straight * BAM

Right Straight *BAM

Left Straight . *BAM

This time, as my punch landed square on his stomach, a comically pained expression washed over Miyato's face. His complexion turned a shade of pale that made it seem like he might just hurl right then and there. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the sight.

After all, getting punched in the gut did hurt like a real "Bitch," but the exaggerated reaction was too hilarious to ignore.

"Head's up, I'm punching your abdomen," I chuckled.

Seeing his awkward attempt to protect his abdomen, I swiftly raised my fist and aimed a powerful right hook directly at his chin.

BAM!

The punch connected with pinpoint accuracy, and time seemed to slow for an instant as Miyato's eyes widened in shock. His body jerked backward from the impact, and then, as if in slow motion, he collapsed onto the canvas of the ring.

THUD!

The gym fell into stunned silence as Miyato lay on the ground, dazed and defeated. It was a stunning turn of events that no one had expected. Except for me, of course.

(The newbie really defeated the champion)

(What the hell happened ? It seemed to me that Miyato made so many rookie mistakes?)

(He did not even last a minute !"

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I stood in the ring, hearing and seeing the praised and shock expression of everyone .

'This is the right way to box,' I thought. 'I'd be an idiot not to use my power against someone stronger. So what if you're Level 22? So what if you have a title? Those things don't mean a shit if I can beat you up right away. Hahaha.'

"Congrats on your win, Zyden," the coach said with an overly enthusiastic grin. It was as if he'd stumbled upon a pot of gold.

"Do you want to go pro? With your skill, national level? No, you can be a world champion!" He declared, his excitement oozing out of every word, as if he genuinely believed I was destined to raise Korea to the pinnacle of global boxing.

I couldn't help but suppress a sarcastic chuckle. The truth was, I didn't really care about becoming a professional boxer, let alone a world champion. Boxing was just a means to an end for me, a way learn self defense and maximized my mind-manipulating powers. But I played along, offering a half-hearted response, "Sure, Coach, I will carry our flag to the world."

"That's the spirit, Zyden!" He grasped my shoulder, looking deep into my eyes with such intensity it felt like I was his long-lost child or something. The way he looked at me, I half-expected a tearful family reunion to kick off right there in the ring.

With those eyes, I'd even bet that if he had a real son nearby, he'd be tempted to trade him in for a new model – namely, me.

Outside the gym.

'Farewell, suckers! Hahaha!' I couldn't help but burst into laughter as I walked away from the gym. The coach was under the impression that I would continue a career in boxing, but I had only said it to mess with him.

It had been three days already, and Old Man Sing had texted me that he was finished with everything. These past three days had indeed been productive. I had gained confidence in my fighting skills and learned how to incorporate my manipulation abilities into the mix, making me someone capable of defending myself in case of emergencies.

Now, the only thing left on my to-do list was to go to Alice's school and get her to fall in love with me. Hahaha, it seemed like a simple enough task compared to what I had just accomplished in the gym.

'I'm coming to get you ,Alice.,'

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