Adam stumbled through his apartment door, slamming it shut behind him with more force than necessary.
His body was still betraying him- aroused, frustrated, trapped in a state the system refused to let him resolve.
"This is insane," he muttered, dropping his keys on the small table by the door. "Completely insane."
The walk home had been torture. Every step reminded him of what he'd just done, of Jasmine's warmth against his fingers, of the mission he'd completed and the humanity he'd sacrificed to do it.
And the worst part? He couldn't even find relief.
The system had made that abundantly clear: no masturbation, no release, just suffering until his body calmed down on its own.
"If it ever calms down," Adam thought bitterly.
He headed straight for the bathroom, not bothering to turn on any lights beyond what filtered in from the street outside. His small apartment felt suffocating tonight- walls pressing in, air too thick to breathe.
All because of his damned situation- a terrible situation for any man to be in...
Adam turned on the shower, not waiting for it to warm up before stepping under the spray.
The cold water hit him like a slap, shocking his system, and he gasped.
"Good. Maybe this will help."
He stood there, head bowed, letting the icy water pour over him, trying desperately not to think about the mission. About Jasmine's shy smile, the way she'd shifted in her seat, giving him access. About the heat and wetness that had...
"Stop," Adam commanded himself through gritted teeth. "Stop thinking about it."
But his body wouldn't listen. His d-ick remained hard, stubbornly pointing out, the veins around it seemed to be so angry.
As the water cascaded over his chest, a small dark mark- no bigger than a mole- sat just above his heart. It hadn't been there yesterday.
That was a physical manifestation of corruption. The Mark of Lira, showing how his soul was slowly being claimed and corrupted.
But Adam didn't notice it. His eyes were closed, his mind occupied with trying to calm his angry d-ick and stop thinking about things that would only make his situation worse.
He pressed his forehead against the cool tile wall and tried to focus on anything else.
The money.
Instantly, how to use the five thousand dollars occupied his mind:
He could buy a decent bed instead of sleeping on this worn-out mattress that had come with the apartment. He could get new clothes. He could eat real meals for weeks, maybe months if he was careful.
The thought should have brought relief, made this nightmare seem worth it. Instead, it just made him feel hollow.
The water began to warm, and Adam reached up to adjust it back to cold. He needed the shock and the discomfort. Deserved it, maybe.
After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, Adam finally turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel.
He dried off mechanically and stumbled back into his bedroom, collapsing onto his thin mattress without bothering to get fully dressed.
"Just focus on the good things..." Adam told himself, his eyes had started growing heavy.
He could figure out the rest later. Find a way to break free eventually. But for now, survival meant taking what he could get and trying not to think too hard about the cost.
Adam's breathing slowed as exhaustion finally overtook arousal and guilt and fear.
His last conscious thought was of the bed he'd buy tomorrow- something soft and comfortable and new.
Something that might let him sleep without nightmares.
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The system activation woke him with its familiar red glow.
Adam's eyes snapped open, disoriented, his mind still foggy with sleep, it shouldn't be morning already, right?
The screen materialized in his vision, and with it came Lira's voice- sweet, seductive, and far too cheerful.
"Good morning, my darling. I hope you slept well."
"Go to hell," Adam muttered, rubbing his eyes. He knew she had come with another godforsaken mission.
"Such hostility so early in the day," Lira purred. "And here I thought you'd be pleased. You completed your mission beautifully yesterday. Efficiently. I was quite impressed."
"I said go to---" Adam wanted to yell again but Lira's voice cut him off.
"Hush now. It's time for your next step. Time to level up, as they say."
Then the screen flickered, text appearing:
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NEW MISSION ASSIGNED
MISSION 003:
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Adam sat up slowly, dread pooling in his stomach.
"What now?" he asked quietly.
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Objective: Lose your virginity before the day ends.
Special Requirement: The situation must be corrupted/naughty in nature. Standard encounters will not count toward completion.
Time Limit: 18 hours
Reward: $20,000 + 10 Charm + 10 Magnetism + 8 Dominance + Special Ability (Will be revealed upon mission completion)
Note: Exceptional creativity will earn additional bonus rewards
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For several heartbeats, Adam could only stare at the screen.
Then his mind caught up with what he was reading.
"WHAT?!" The word exploded from his throat.
He shot to his feet, the thin sheet falling away, standing in just his boxers as the system screen glowed mockingly before him.
"Lose my- how am I supposed to- I don't even have a girlfriend!" Adam's voice cracked with panic and fury. "How the hell am I supposed to find someone to sleep with in one day?!"
The screen pulsed, and a countdown appeared:
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Time Remaining: 17 hours, 59 minutes, 48 seconds
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"And what does 'corrupted situation' even mean?!" Adam shouted at the screen, at the empty room, at the goddess he knew was listening. "What the hell do you want from me?!"
Oh, my dear Adam," Lira's voice slithered into his mind, dripping with amusement.
"Must I spell everything out for you? Where's your creativity? Your imagination?"
"You're insane!" Adam screamed. "You're a sick, twisted, perverted goddess who---"
Lira's musical laughter cut him off- rich and utterly unrepentant.
"A lewd, naughty goddess..." she corrected, her voice taking on a playful lilt.
"Yes, that's who I am. I'm the Goddess of Lust, darling. What did you expect? Chastity and virtue?" She asked and Adam could imagine the smug smirk that would probably be on her face if she was visible, considering the sound of her statement.
"I expected- I don't know what I expected!" Adam's hands clenched into fists. "But not this! Not missions that turn me into a---"
"Into what you were always meant to be," Lira finished for him, her voice turning serious. "Powerful. Desired. Free from the pathetic constraints of morality that kept you invisible and alone your entire life."
"Those constraints are what make me human!" He snapped.
"And being human got you what, exactly?" Lira's tone turned mocking. "Twenty-five years of misery? Dying alone in a gutter? Is that the humanity you're so desperate to cling to?"
Adam had no answer to that.
"I thought not." Lira's voice softened again, becoming almost gentle.
"Listen to me, my chosen one. Lust is what feeds me. Desire, passion, forbidden pleasures- these are my sustenance. And you are my vessel. Every mission you complete makes me stronger. Makes you stronger and powerful. This is how it works."
"Now go and show me what you can do. Remember the more naughty it is, the more your rewards. Go make me proud!" She added, a tone a little persuading.
Then the presence of her voice in his head vanished, replaced by a chilling silence.
Adam embraced the silence as his mind, although his soul was reluctant, already started calculating how to achieve this impossible mission because he knew the alternative was a severe punishment.
Now, how the hell was he supposed to lose his virginity in a corrupted... naughty way in eighteen hours?"