I woke up feeling surprisingly clear-headed. The dull ache in my skull was fading fast, and the dull gray light of the morning filtered through the window. Last night's storm had passed, leaving the streets glistening and the air fresh. It almost felt normal — except for the strange blue rectangle hovering at the corner of my vision.
I blinked. Pinched myself. Nothing changed.
> [Welcome, Host.]
[You have awakened the EROS System.]
[Level up by satisfying mature women.]
What the hell was this? My heart jumped as I stared at the glowing words. Was this some weird hallucination? Some prank? But the text stayed, floating in my vision like a HUD in a video game.
I rubbed my eyes and slowly the system scanned the room — like some futuristic radar — and immediately, data appeared next to the silhouettes of the people it detected nearby.
> [Target Detected: Mother, Age 42, Libido Level: 35%]
[Target Detected: Homeroom Teacher, Age 34, Libido Level: 68%]
My pulse quickened. The homeroom teacher — Ms. Hayami — was someone I had always admired from afar. She was beautiful and professional, but there was something about the way she smiled that had always made my chest tighten. And now, this system was telling me she was… high libido? What kind of system was this?
My mind raced. Was it possible? Had that lightning strike last night done something crazy to me? Or maybe I had finally gone insane after Aiko dumped me for being a pervert.
I laughed dryly at the thought. That day haunted me — her shouting my name in front of the whole school, exposing my secret obsession with older women through the magazines she found. It was humiliating, and yet, the system right now felt like a second chance — a way to rewrite my story.
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The afternoon came quickly. Sitting in class was a blur as I waited for Ms. Hayami to arrive. I was nervous — more than I'd ever been before. Normally, I'd keep my distance, but the system's voice echoed softly in my mind:
> [Possible Interaction Options: Flirt | Compliment | Bold Confession]
I swallowed hard and decided to be bold.
The classroom door opened. She stepped in, holding a thick folder. Her black hair shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the windows, framing a face both kind and somehow… longing.
"Hello, Satoru," she said softly, her eyes briefly meeting mine. Something in her gaze made me forget all caution.
I stood, heart pounding. "Ms. Hayami, I… I wanted to say you look really nice today."
She blinked, a rosy tint coloring her cheeks. "Thank you," she replied, voice gentle.
The system buzzed, louder this time:
> [Emotional Response: Increased Interest]
My palms sweated, but I took a step closer, leaning on the desk for support. "I've been thinking about… us."
Her breath hitched, and for a moment the professional veneer cracked, revealing a vulnerability I hadn't seen before.
"Satoru…" she whispered, eyes darting nervously to the door.
The system whispered in my mind:
> [Activate Charm Mode]
I felt an electric thrill surge through my body — confidence flowing like a warm current.
"Ms. Hayami, I know you're married. I'm just a student. But I can't stop thinking about you."
Her lips parted slightly, uncertainty battling desire in her gaze.
"Maybe… you're not the only one," she said quietly, stepping closer.
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My breath caught. The classroom felt smaller, more intimate. The sounds of distant students faded until all I could hear was the rapid thud of my heart and the soft rustle of her breathing.
I reached out tentatively, my fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Her skin was warm beneath my touch, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Do you want this?" I asked, voice low.
Her eyes shimmered with tears — or maybe it was desire — and she nodded.
We stood frozen for a heartbeat, then the tension broke like a wave.
Her hand slipped around my neck, pulling me closer. Our lips met — soft at first, testing — then growing more urgent. The warmth of her mouth was intoxicating.
The system chimed quietly:
> [Success: Emotional Connection Established.]
[Level Up: Charm +2]
Her moans were soft and breathy as our hands began to explore cautiously, the thrill of forbidden desire electrifying every nerve.
I wanted to tell her everything — how Aiko left me, how I felt broken, how this system was my only hope — but words disappeared in the heat of the moment.
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Our secret rendezvous continued late into the afternoon, the classroom door locked and the world outside forgotten.
She whispered confessions between gasps, her fingers tracing paths of fire along my skin. Each touch made me stronger, each sigh made the system pulse brighter in my vision.
For the first time in a long while, I felt alive.
And I knew, deep down, this was only the beginning.
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To be continued...