Novels by Alpha Amazon

As a result, Sayuki gave Saeko her poster, and she left, saying again that she would be glad to see me in her club.I got a lesson in calligraphy, making sure in the process that I didn’t get any talent in this area. The kanji came out crooked and completely unattractive. And even two hours of practice could not change the final result. As soon as I corrected one error, another immediately got out, which did not exist before. It seemed as if I was trying to drag the sofa through a narrow doorway, into which, in any case, only two corners could pass, while I stubbornly tried to shove the unpushable, stupidly alternating the corners.I would call my situation not just a lack of talent, but rather the presence of an anti-talent. Of course, one could replace talent with diligence, but it would take a colossal amount of time just to reach the level of the average. There is no question of achieving any significant success.And since I do not see an urgent need to master this craft, I see no

Achievement: Autoerotic Asphyxia of Sayuki Tokihara - CompletedReward: 1 coinIt turned out that the system is ready to count even such actions as an achievement. It's scary to even think how many more achievements related to sexual deviations exist, for which the system is ready to be generous with a reward, but which I will never go for.- Master? Sayuki shook me by the shoulder in concern, seeing how I had been staring stupidly at the wall for some time, but in fact I was reading and comprehending the system notification.“Sorry, I’ve been thinking,” I dispelled her worries, gently stroking her head.— And about what? she asked, thrilled by the caress with closed eyes.— Yes, I thought about trying my hand at calligraphy. And it’s rather strange that I am a member of the club, but at the same time I absolutely do not participate in its activities.“You showed no interest in this before,” the president quite rightly remarked, switching back to a less pretentious address. Well, yes,

After meeting with Shizuka, the rest of the day flew by unnoticed and the next one came. In addition to the usual trip to school, today Meiko and I have a trip to the gym planned.Although the girl cannot be called pleasant in communication, for some reason she is more attractive to me than the same Yuika Koga. I think her impressive merits play a significant role in this. Besides, she didn't try to rape me...until she tried.Having honestly served the first two lessons, at recess I went out into the corridor to wander aimlessly around the school. Thoughts about choosing a way to earn money continued to spin in my head. Last night I tried to jot down a couple of pages of a light novel that I more or less remember and immediately understood why writing is considered not the easiest thing to do. I seem to remember the plot very well, but only until the moment when it needs to be denounced in words.This is where the problem arises, I absolutely do not remember what metaphors and epithet

The weekend ended earlier than I, or any other student, would have liked.It's not that I don't like school, no, I have to admit that there are many advantages to such a pastime. However, I would like some variety. At the math lesson, I again thought about the need to find a source of income. Up to this point, I have only spent coins, but do not forget about the possibility of exchanging the real world currency for the system one.The main difficulty is that, due to my age, only part-time jobs are available to me in all kinds of conbinis and cafes. However, the salary for such jobs does not exceed 150,000 yen. It is not difficult to calculate that the time and effort spent will not pay off. Well, in fact, a whole month of work is equivalent to one successful sexual act. No, this definitely doesn't suit me.I can't even register a business. But then what? You can find yourself in the field of writing books and light novels, known to me from the past world. Fortunately, a quick analysis

When I got home, I found Mama and Mizuha sitting at the kitchen table. The piercing gazes scanned my body, giving me goosebumps. I felt as if I didn’t go home, but to the KGB major’s office.- Son, how long have you been playing tricks with older ladies? Mom was the first to break the silence, bursting into a rather unexpected question.“Could you clarify who exactly you mean?” I asked innocently, as if not capturing all the oppressive atmosphere emitted by the two frowning girls.So she's not alone yet? - Mom jumped to her feet with an angry look, - Who are these old purses who seduced my son? she demanded, surprising me with her reaction.“Big brother, that car… it belongs to Hiratsuka-sensei, doesn’t it?” “Pushed me closer to the edge of the Mizuha abyss.”- What? Did your teacher seduce you? - Mom came in shock, - Yes, tomorrow I will rip out all her curls! the woman exclaimed fiercely.Yes, that was her. And no, it’s me who seduces her,” I sighed wearily. “Mom, please calm down.

Morning of the next daySaturday breakfast was extremely awkward. I don’t know why, but my mother was extremely laconic and blushed when our eyes met. I explained this by saying that she was ashamed of yesterday's behavior. Well, or she heard the moans of Mizuha. But I dismissed this option as unlikely. If that were the case, she would have already spoken out about it. I do not think that the disclosure of our relationship could remain without comment on her part.“Don't worry about yesterday, Mom. You were out of your mind,” I said, wanting to ease the woman’s anxiety.- What? Oh, what a shame! Mom said covering her face with her hands. It was as if she was just now remembering the events of the previous day. Am I wrong and the reason for her embarrassment is something else?- Okay, Mom. I don't know what you did, but brother didn't look upset. Quite the contrary, Mizuha joined the conversation.- Mizuha! - I pulled my sister, perfectly feeling where she was leading.- Truth? Ahem, I

Four hours, this, of course, is not a complete rest, but at least it turned out to freshen up a little, otherwise, in fact, a day on your feet fogs up your mind. He called Dmitry, found out which of those present was more respected, and on his advice he called three more. I need people who can be senior in my absence, and for this I need to explain what I want from them and what the plan is all the same. I had a conversation with Dmitry, because I know him better.- So what did you think, Mirage?- A little about the situation: the streets are clogged with undead, I did not find the living from the word at all. Apparently we are the only ones in this city. Now about the main thing: while reading a book about the undead, I found an interesting fact - after death, the bodies of the undead are burned, as they burn well, like an oiled rag. There are thousands of bodies here, outside the walls of the city they lie in a dense ring to the very walls, and in the city itself, although not so m

The further path was marked by the passage of a dozen more traps. And finally, in front of me is the wall of the secret passage. The hope of getting out outside the city was not destined to come true, gently opening the sash, I slipped out in invisibility right behind the zombies. Moreover, the zombies stood in a tight wall, shoulder to shoulder, and so far as the gaze spread. In order to inspect everything, I carefully climbed the wall to the roof, fortunately, my stealth skills have already taken a big step forward, and I'm not talking about the level of invisibility, but about understanding how to put a foot, how to move silently, which side to enter , so as not to impersonate any third-party factor.The view from the roof amazed me. All the streets were densely packed with standing zombies, they stood everywhere, on every free heel of space, all the floors of each of the buildings were occupied, where there was an exit to the roof, they stood on the roof, and all this without a si

We were very lucky - by the time the undead broke into the city, we had blocked all the passages and windows, remade the chimney, closed the fresh masonry with oak shields, and collected firewood and supplies. And, most importantly, while working, people gained the determination to fight, now there was no crying, but only quiet and calm conversations. The people who showed their leadership qualities during the work organized the sorting of supplies without mention. The breakthrough occurred in the evening, at which time the parapet¹ of the bodies reached the top of the wall, and an avalanche of undead flowed into the city. We could not watch everything, I wanted to go out in invisibility for reconnaissance, but there are so many undead that they will trample the invisible. Therefore, one had to sit and listen to the growling, the beat of thousands of feet shaking the ground, and the screams of people. I really wanted to help them, but there was no such opportunity, our she

Finally a city. The transition turned out to be tiring, so I decided to rest in the city for a day. The town is small, but located on an important trade road, so many caravans stop here all the time. The walls are not high, but thick enough, they are more from robbers than enemies from abroad. I decided to stay at the Prancing Pony Hotel, which is run by a young couple with a young son. I liked the hotel with a simple but interesting style. When I went inside, I was amazed: a simple house on the outside, unremarkable from the rest, inside looked like a marvelous garden. All the walls were covered with vines and, remarkably, with bunches of grapes. At the entrance, a security guard stopped me and warned that it was possible to pick grapes, but only visitors to the establishment, and as much as they need for food now, cannot take grapes with them to their room and take them out of the hotel. A reasonable rule of thumb is to ensure that there is eno

It seems that the job is done, but it's too early to relax. The first desire was to wake up all the slaves, but after a little thought, I decided that it was better to leave this matter until the morning. Firstly, it is difficult to predict the reaction of people to a man in black who appeared out of nowhere and soaked fifty people. And if this appearance is also at night, but by the light of fires, uuuu. So we clear the leader's tent from the corpse and climb there on the bainki. The morning is wiser than the evening, although it is not clear why, the evening is older, which means that he has more experience. As soon as he fell into bed, he immediately jumped from a sharp cry right above his ear. This is the same girl who was with the leader, I was in the middle of a fight and forgot about the poor fellow, and she sits there, shaking, apparently, she hid here all day, and I accidentally lay down on her. And once such an incident happened, you need to calm down. To begin with, I took

The day was beautiful, today I had to drive through a pine forest. The sun broke through the tent of branches, playing like bunnies in the morning dew. The camel, to which I never bothered to give a name, easily walked along the coniferous carpet, breathing easily and naturally. Today I was going to make a decent push and leave most of the trip behind me. The road ran easily, from the soul poured out of nowhere a pop-up song: “You are a sailor, I am a sailor. You are a fisherman, I am a fisherman. You are on land, I am on the sea. We will never meet." Further, for the life of me, I don’t remember, but I sang these four lines for probably an hour, until a branch from a fallen tree flew over me. It was so unexpected that I choked on a sailor, and then, by inertia, it turned out that I was a crack. I didn't think about it, didn't think about it. I am sitting, thinking about the intricacies of fate and the love of a sailor and a quack, and what should she do, poor fellow,

Evening of the same day.Sitting on a computer chair in my own room, I thought about how to dispose of the coins I earned today. My Intelligence and Luck indicators are above average, so I see no point in rushing to increase them. Attractiveness? Now this is much more interesting. Who would refuse to make themselves more attractive in the eyes of the opposite sex? Even followers of the philosophy “a man should be a little more beautiful than a monkey” would hardly miss such a chance. And I won’t miss it either, but I don’t see the point in raising this characteristic right now.My priority is still the task of bringing the physique to average values. Well, I can’t feel like a frail man, whom you can knock over with snot. Therefore, without thinking any more, I invest two out of three coins in the physique indicator.Luck: 35Intelligence: 15Attractiveness: 11Physique: 9 → 11Like last time, a pleasant feeling of strength spread through the body, only this time the physique was incre

Satisfied with her answer, I roughly pull on the leash, forcing the girl to get up and immediately kiss her on the lips. I was in the same room with a scantily clad beauty for too long, which could not leave me indifferent. Any endurance will leak when the dream of the entire male half of the school is on its knees and with a depraved expression asks to become its owner. Ask any guy what he's willing to do to date Sayuki and he'll tell you anything, even become her obedient dog. I am in exactly the opposite position, because now this girl is my slave and is ready to fulfill any of my wills.Intellectually, I understood that it was simply stupid to think in such a vein, what difference does it make who is popular with whom. But the instincts wired into my body just scream with delight that I have acquired such a valuable prize for personal use.Such reflections, without my desire, inflamed my lust even more. My tongue entered Sayuki's mouth and began to claim territory. And her tongue

New day, school again. This time, it was incredibly difficult to sit through all the lessons. And it's not about the complexity of the material being taught. Already today Sayuki and I will meet, where she confesses her feelings. The task will be completed, and I will receive another coin, which I will spend on improving my physique.So, this is all, of course, wonderful, but in anticipation of my own strengthening, I did not at all think that I would respond to the feelings of the president. As selfish as I am, I don't want to hurt the girl's feelings. Do I have rights to date a schoolgirl? Somehow it ... No, you need to wean yourself from thinking in past categories. Now I am a schoolboy myself, this body is now mine and my life, which means that it is up to me to decide what to do.After finishing the last lesson, I said goodbye to my friends and told my sister that today she would have to go home without me. And he went to the calligraphy club."Hello, Keiki-kun," Buchou greeted m

The next morning, dressing in a school uniform, I suddenly discovered a problem: the shirt was a little tight on my shoulders and chest. Certainly not a critical situation, but it is better to refrain from careless movements. Apparently, one of these days I will have to go to a clothing store for a new shirt. After another increase in physique, this one will obviously become small for me. Hmm, but a jacket, trousers and T-shirts will also need to be purchased. In the end, I will not rest until I put my new carcass in order, which means that I will have to change my wardrobe several times. So it is better to immediately purchase several sizes for growth.Looking in the mirror, I did not find any special differences from my former self. It seems to have become a little wider in the shoulders, but not so much that the changes are conspicuous."Brother, are you coming soon?" Mizuha suddenly entered my room.“Ah, yes, I’m sorry,” I said, pulling myself away from the mirror.Is that a new s

I decided to understand the system, which finally made itself felt, already at home, with a cup of tea in my hands. Therefore, quickly closing the door of the club room, I hurriedly headed home.After changing clothes, I brewed high-quality Japanese Hojicha green tea in a teapot. Mm, really delicious. No wonder Keiki loved him so much. However, because of the same taste buds, I just can't help but like what he liked.While enjoying the fine tea and walking away from the first day at the Japanese school of another world, at the same time I mentally gathered my strength to deal with my personal glitch after all. To myself, I can admit that I deliberately delayed this moment.It is one thing to get into another world, the existence of which is fully allowed by modern science, another thing is a system, the scientific justification of which I find it difficult to give. Of course, one can assume that a chip has been implanted into my brain, with the help of which inscriptions are projected

After numerous attempts to get through to the system, I went to wash my face without salty slurping. Cold water allowed me to cheer up, and therefore I went to breakfast with a clear head. In the kitchen, Mizuha was already waiting for me, dressed in a pink apron.“Brother, everything is ready. Please, come to the table,” the sister said politely, taking off her apron.“Good,” memories suggest what place in the family is assigned to Keiki, and I sit down on it.I draw attention to the table, on which there were plates with a variety of dishes, most of which I see for the first time. Of the really familiar here, only sushi, which I was fond of in the past.Closest to me is a bowl of... miso soup. There are just no spoons. Oh, yes, in this country only chopsticks are used. I look at the miso soup, then at the chopsticks, then back at the soup. No, in a past life I knew how to wield these cutlery, and even more so with the newly-minted muscle memory. However, the remnants of common sense