My eyes fluttered open in the morning when I felt something heavy sitting on my chest.
When my vision cleared, I saw it was Rita, my sister, looking down at me with her arms crossed beneath her breasts.
Sunlight spilled through the window, warm and golden. I was glad it wasn't going to be a cold day like last night. Winter was almost over after all and spring was creeping in.
As for Rita, who was currently sitting on top of me without a care in the world, she was objectively a stone-cold fox.
About 5'7", tan skin like mine, long blonde hair, ocean-blue eyes, and most of the time in the house, she dressed pretty damn scantily.
Like right now. She had on teddy bear pajama shorts and a white bustier made of soft fabric, soft enough that it let me see things I definitely shouldn't have.
Rita always kept her body tight and toned through regular workouts, so she had that classic hourglass shape everyone fantasizes about.
And although I shouldn't have noticed such things about her, she had an amazing ass and a great pair of tits just like our mother.
I'd seen more of that than I should've. Every time we were alone, she'd lounge around in robes or loose clothes without a bra.
On more than one occasion, she'd sprint from the shower to grab a towel while I happened to be in the room, holding her tits against her chest. They were easily D-cups, and even with her back turned, you could see the sides of them.
When I was younger, I used to resist jerking off to the fantasy of her. But I had grown out of that when I turned 20 this year. Or at least… I hoped I did.
"And why are you on top of me?" I growled, pushing her aside.
"Didn't you say you're spending the weekend with the love of your life?" she asked, brows raised. "I called my friends over to have a good time in privacy, but how are we supposed to do that with you here?"
I pushed her off, and she landed beside me on the bed. I hated how I noticed her left tit almost spilling out of her bustier when it bounced.
"Do whatever you want," I muttered, pulling the sheets up to my neck. "I'll be in my room. Pretend I'm not available."
She must've noticed the sadness in my tone. We were always on each other's necks, so me being this uncaring made her wonder if something was wrong.
"What happened?" she asked, concern in her voice.
I sighed. "Caught Enny cheating."
"You finally realized now?"
I jolted upright, anger bubbling up my chest.
"You mean you knew?"
"No!" Rita said quickly, getting off the bed. "She just looked like the type to cheat."
I rolled my eyes and lay back down. "Yeah, thanks for the late warning."
She chuckled. "You're such a loser," she said while heading to the door.
"You're the biggest loser!" I shot back.
She stopped at the doorway, then came back and jumped onto my bed.
"What did you call me?" She grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into her chest, practically smothering me in her tits. "Huh? Tell me. Who's the bigger loser? Me or you?" She bit her lower lip with a grin.
I mumbled between her breasts, tapping her smooth shoulders in surrender.
She finally let me go, smiling triumphantly.
"Now that's how you teach a loser a lesson!"
She giggled.
I threw the sheets aside and lunged at her for payback. No way I was letting her escape with that smug expression—and honestly, messing around like this helped distract me from the heartbreak.
She gasped, mouth forming a perfect "O," and raised a hand to it.
"Dude… you've got a boner!"
Crap.
I immediately covered my crotch with my hands.
My morning wood was painfully obvious and after she stuffed my face into her tits, the little guy in my pants had clearly woken up angry.
"I can't believe it, you pervert!! You're getting aroused because of me!"
My cheeks flushed.
"Don't get the wrong idea, loser! It's just a morning wood. Every guy gets it."
She frowned. "You mean it wasn't because of me?"
"Why would it be?" I snapped.
Her smugness faded. "You're saying I'm not attractive?"
"Geez!! You're my sister, Rita!"
"Let's say I weren't… would I be attractive?"
She was making the atmosphere weird. I looked down.
"Yeah," I muttered.
"Yeah what?" she demanded. "Say it properly! Or wait—is it because you're such a loser you can't speak up? No wonder that bitch cheated on you!"
Rita was really pressing my buttons.
But I forced myself to stay calm.
"Go away. And close the door behind you."
She clicked her tongue and stormed off, slamming the door.
In a way, I'd won our morning tantrum. At least she didn't leave with a smug face.
But the moment she left, something strange happened.
An orange, translucent hologram appeared in front of my eyes.
I jerked back, startled. I pressed my hand against it, but it passed right through. Words began forming on the screen.
[Welcome Host]
[I am the Ultimate Charm System]
[I'm here with orders from my creator to assist you in offering her entertainment]
[Should we proceed?]
[Y] [N]
I stared, dumbfounded. But after everything I'd seen last night, this barely surprised me.
And from the way this "system" talked, I could tell it was from that demon.
She really was determined to make me her entertainment toy, huh?
I pressed "Yes."
[Congratulations. You've officially become the host of the Ultimate Charm System]
[As the name suggests, you'll be gifted with a charm skill]
[Charm – (Passive) LV1]
[Other Abilities: LOCKED]
[Raise your level until you become the ultimate charming man alive]
[Level can be raised through completing quests, events, and earning EXP]
"Wow…" I exhaled softly. The layout looked like a litrpg.
I had a charm skill? And it was passive? How was I even supposed to know it was working?
What if it made me charm everyone and I got overwhelmed? What if I ended up charming random dudes who'd drag me to some freaky oil party and start baby-oiling my ass or something?
As if reading my mind, the system sent another message.
[Charm Skill will only be able to charm a certain number of targets at a time, depending on the level of the skill.]
[However, the system will also automatically choose the targets the host should focus on after studying their appearance, character, affection toward host, and other factors]
"Huh? What do you mean 'focus on'?"
At that moment, Rita burst into my room again.
"You should fucking knock!!" I yelled. "How many times do I have to tell you that!?"
"It's all the same to me. Even if I find you jerking off—I've already seen all of you. I used to bathe you, remember?" she said casually, hands on her hips.
"Yeah, duh!! I grew up!" I snapped. Then sighed. "What do you even want?"
"Go do groceries for me."
"What?" My brows shot up. "Is that how you ask someone for help?"
"I'll be training, then bathing, then trying on what I'll wear. You can imagine how busy that is. Since you're heartbroken and stuff, it's best you go get me some groceries and for fucks sake, get some fresh air."
"Why don't you rub it in more, fucking loser!"
She tossed her bank card at me and walked off.
Before I could even get out of bed, the system sent another message.
[Tutorial Quest Activated]
[Family Leveling: Tame Rita to gain experience points and unlock more system features]
"What do you mean 'tame'?"
[System detected Rita has a Secret Affection Toward the host]
[Current Affection Level: 32]
[Raise her Affection In Any Possible Ways to 100 to receive your reward]
[Failure to complete the tutorial will result in the system being deleted, as it means you cannot provide adequate entertainment to my creator]
What the hell?
TBC