The next morning, Adrian lay in bed with his hands behind his head.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains as his thoughts swirled around everything he had discovered yesterday.
This new body felt incredibly powerful, tireless, and clearly built for pleasure.
The System had transformed him into something far beyond an ordinary person. Yet in this world he had simply appeared out of nowhere.
His identity papers showed he was an American orphan with almost no history or connections in Japan. On paper, he was sixteen years old, which meant he could enroll in a local high school whenever he wanted. That would give him easy access to plenty of potential targets.
Money was the more immediate problem. He only had about 10,000 yen in his wallet. That was barely enough for a few cheap meals and basic necessities. It might last two or three days at most before the rent and daily expenses drained it completely.
With a decisive nod, Adrian opened the Shop and spent 500 Villain Points. A thick bundle of 500,000 yen materialized neatly in his inventory. He transferred most of it to his wallet, feeling the satisfying weight of real bills.
"That should last me a good while." He muttered. "Plenty of time to focus on corrupting instead of worrying about my survival, I could use this for those prostitute heroines too."
His immediate plans were simple though, survey the apartment building for more potential targets or check out nearby schools. Both offered him rich access as a hunting ground in this world built on hentai logic.
Before he could decide on which to do first, the doorbell rang.
Adrian got up, still wearing only loose pants, and opened the door.
Ayano stood there, looking every bit the seductive housewife from her original game.
She wore a tight, ribbed virgin-killer style sweater in soft gray. The sweater left her collar-bone, shoulders, and upper area exposed beautifully, showing white luscious skin. The front featured a daring exposition that plunged deep between her full breasts, openly displaying generous cleavage and the smooth inner curves, with a bit of her bra exposed.
The sweater hugged her torso like a second skin, accentuating her narrow waist before flaring slightly over her wide hips. Below, she had on snug blue jeans that clung to her thick thighs and plump ass. Her long brown hair fell loosely over one shoulder, and a light touch of makeup made her gentle face look both innocent and irresistibly tempting.
"Adrian-san." She said softly, cheeks already tinged pink. "Good morning. I… I came to ask for a small favor."
She explained the situation quickly. Her other neighbor used to help with small chores, and Takashi didn't know who always helped her and he wanted to thank that person properly. But Ayano had mentioned Adrian instead, twisting the story so her husband would believe the new young tenant had been the helpful one all along. It created the perfect cover for any future "help" from Adrian would look completely innocent to Takashi.
Adrian laughed quietly and stepped closer. "Smart. You're already thinking like my little secret."
His hand slid around her waist and boldly squeezed one firm ass cheek through the tight jeans, fingers digging in possessively.
Ayano let out a tiny gasp but didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch for a moment.
They went next door together.
Takashi, a tired-looking salaryman in his late thirties, greeted Adrian warmly and offered drinks. Adrian accepted a beer but only sipped lightly.
When Takashi turned to grab snacks and Ayano gets some water, Adrian discreetly dropped a fast-dissolving sleeping pill into the man's glass. It vanished instantly.
The conversation stayed light. Takashi thanked Adrian for "helping" his wife with problems and rambled about work stress.
Ayano sat beside Takashi on the dinner table, playing the perfect wife. Soon, after twenty minutes, Takashi's eyelids grew heavy. He started yawning deeply and soon slumped back, snoring loudly.
"He's always been a deep sleeper once he drinks." Ayano whispered, glancing at her husband with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
She stood up and began tidying the living room, but her movements were far from innocent.
Every time she bent over to pick something up, she angled her plump ass toward Adrian. The tight jeans stretched taut over her curves as she lingered in those positions, swaying her hips subtly.
Adrian's patience snapped.
He rose and stepped behind her, cupping one heavy breast firmly through the soft sweater. His thumb brushed over her already stiff nipple. Ayano moaned softly and pushed back against him.
"Adrian-san… here?" she breathed, voice trembling with arousal.
"Right here." He replied, voice low and hungry.
He turned her around and captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Their tongues tangled wetly as his hands roamed, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered into his mouth, then sliding down to knead her ass.
He slowly peeled the sweater up and off, revealing her full, bare breasts with hardened pink nipples begging for attention. Her jeans followed, sliding down her thick thighs until she stood in nothing but panties already soaked through.
Adrian carried her effortlessly to the sofa, her legs wrapped around his waist.
He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. Ayano eagerly freed his massive cock, stroking the thick length with both hands before positioning herself above it. She sank down slowly, gasping as her tight, wet pussy stretched around his girth.
"Ahhn~! So big… IT's filling me again…" She moaned, starting to ride him with sensual rolls of her hips. Her heavy breasts bounced with every movement, soft flesh jiggling enticingly. Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room.
*Plap!* *Plap!* *Plap!*
Her ass slapped against his thighs. Ayano's moans grew louder and more shameless, her inner walls clenching greedily around him.
"Ahn~! My p-pussy, fuck it Adrien... Fuck it deep and hard!"
Adrian gripped her hips, guiding her faster and thrusting up to meet her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin with every bounce. Sweat glistened on her flushed body as pleasure built rapidly.
"Aah~!" "Nghnn~!"
They lost themselves in the moment. The risk of Takashi snoring just meters away only heightened the thrill. Ayano's riding grew frantic, her pussy squeezing tighter until she cried out in orgasm, juices coating his cock. Adrian followed soon after, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
But they weren't finished. After a short, panting rest, Adrian flipped her onto the coffee table right in front of her sleeping husband. He took her from behind in deep doggy style, hands gripping her wide hips as he pounded into her cum-filled pussy with powerful strokes.
*Plap!* *Plap!* *Plap!*
Adrian grinned wickedly as he slammed into her from behind, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. He leaned down close to her ear and taunted in a low, mocking voice, "Don't you feel bad for your husband?! Huh!"
Ayano's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she moaned shamelessly, voice dripping with degenerate lust. "Sorry, husband~ Your wife is such a slut… getting fucked so good by a younger, bigger cock that isn't yours… Ahhn~! His dick feels so much better… I can't stop cumming on it!"
Adrian groaned at her filthy words, thrusting harder. The table creaked under them. Her ass rippled with every impact, breasts swinging heavily beneath her. The obscene sounds of wet flesh slapping mixed with her lewd confessions and Takashi's steady snoring.
They continued like that for a long while, drawing out every sensation until the sun began to set. Finally, Ayano glanced at the clock, breathing heavily.
"It's getting late… I need to put Takashi to bed before he wakes up confused."
Adrian reluctantly pulled out, watching his cum drip down her thighs. He helped her dress quickly, stealing a few more gropes and kisses along the way. Ayano slipped into their bedroom to move her husband.
A few minutes later, Adrian quietly followed and peeked inside. Ayano stood there wearing a thin, silky bed gown that barely reached mid-thigh. The delicate fabric clung to her curves, the neckline low enough to show fresh love marks on her breasts. She looked utterly sensual and ready for more, even after everything they had done.
Adrian's eyes darkened with renewed hunger as the day drew to a close. The promise of another round hung thick in the air as he enters the room.
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AN: I'm confused lol, why did I get horny reading this when I created this shit. Is it because it's more complete?
Also I didn't expect people to actually read this, especially with my warnings.