My girls and I stand at a safe distance away, watching as the mob of angry challengers surrounds the now-powerless Goddess. It’s like watching a pack of wolves descend on a lone deer, and for a moment, I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.“David, are you sure this is the best way?” Stella asks, her voice laced with concern as she clings to my arm, her breasts wapped around my biceps through her thin blouse’s fabric.“Trust me, Stella; she deserves every bit of this,” I reply, my eyes never leaving the scene before us. “She’s tormented and manipulated us for long enough.”Naomi nods in agreement. “She needs to understand what it feels like to be powerless and at someone else’s mercy.”“To be truthful,” Bree starts, licking her upper lip. “In my opinion, this is more like a reward than a punishment.”The others look at her, eyes wide.“What?” She shrugs. “Just look over there.”She points to the Goddess right when the bulky barbarian slides his furry tabard to one side to reveal his eno
We step through the portal together, the golden light enveloping us. The warm sun kisses our skin, and the sound of waves fills the air when we emerge on the other side. It’s perfect.“Welcome home, everyone,” I say, feeling a sense of contentment settle over me. The girls cheer, their excitement infectious. We’ve faced countless challenges and overcome insurmountable odds, but now we have the chance to create something truly special.“Alright, first things first,” I say, looking down at the jar in my hands. “Let’s go to the city we’ve seen through the portal and find a body for the System.”“I understand that Goddess didn’t care about taking over bodies and exchanging their souls,” Naomi starts. “But are we sure we want to do something similar? What will happen to the actual soul residing in that body when System takes over?”I shrug, trying to avoid the moral implications. These people weren’t just some random NPCs made by the Goddess. These were real people spread on different wor
I nod in agreement. “Yes, this Luminara model does look perfect. Let’s get this one.” I turn to the receptionist. “Can we overwrite its AI in order to insert our own?”The receptionist smiles, her eyes lighting up with professional enthusiasm. “Absolutely, sir. Our models are designed with customizable AI integration. You can easily overwrite the existing AI to insert your own programming, or we can help you with that free of charge.”“Great,” I reply. “Now, let’s talk payment methods. We, uh, might not have traditional credits on us.”She doesn’t miss a beat, her smile widening. “That’s quite alright. We accept a variety of payment methods. Beyond standard credits, we have several unconventional options to suit our diverse clientele.”Bree raises an eyebrow. “Unconventional options?”The receptionist nods. “Yes. We accept rare artifacts and unique items of significant value or even one-of-a-kind abilities. Additionally, we have a bartering system in place for those who possess skills
Despite Sasha’s sad pout, we all had agreed to sell some of her gemstones to pay for a luxurious house on the beach. It has a large pool, a tennis court, and a garden that overlooks the sea.She has agreed with the plan; her only plea was to be able to keep the gems she wants. Fortunately, though, her sadness over parting with the jewels to pay for the house seems to have faded as she is now learning tennis with the other girls. Wealth has its perks.As I sit on a chaise lounge with my fancy cocktail in hand, I watch the girls play. What can I say? The view beats the scenery of the sea. As the girls play tennis or sprint around, their skirts flutter wildly. The sun is shining brightly on their deep cleavages. Their tits and flat stomachs are on full display in those skintight, low-cut tank tops.“How does this swimsuit make me look?” System says, as she walks into my field of view and does a quick spin. Embracing every curve of her newly acquired body, System's swimsuit is a shimme
The girls’ eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, no one says a word. Then, slowly, a grin spreads across Bree’s face.“Naked tennis?” she echoes, her voice laced with amusement. “You’re really trying to shake things up, huh?”System shrugs casually, her tone nonchalant. “I figured we could use a bit of spiced-up fun. And I know our dear David here would thoroughly enjoy the view.”I can’t help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow at System’s bold suggestion. “You do know me well, System. But are you sure you want to join in? I mean, you just got that body—”“Exactly,” System interrupts, her eyes sparkling with a playful challenge. “What better way to get used to it than by embracing it fully? Literally.”Bree laughs. “Alright, I’m in. I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. And it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.”Sasha nods in agreement, her competitive spirit flaring up. “Same here. Besides, it’ll make the game more interesting. Just don’t get distracted
System claps her hands, pulling everyone’s attention back to the game. “Alright, alright, enough stalling. Back to the game! And remember, the more teasing, the better. Let’s see if David can handle it.”With a sigh, the widow goes back to play. Once Sasha gets her hands on the ball and serves, the action speeds up once more, but this time there is an extra layer of danger to each stroke. The four of them — Bree, Naomi, Stella, and Sasha — are totally on board with it, and they seize every chance to touch, stare, and show affectionate flirt with each other — to tease me. Bree might run her fingers over Naomi’s back as they pass each other, or Sasha might ‘accidentally’ brush her chest against Bree’s when they go for the same shot.System, meanwhile, watches it all with an amused smile, calling out the points and occasionally adding her own suggestions. “Naomi, why don’t you give Sasha a little encouragement? You know, a kiss for good luck?”Naomi doesn’t hesitate, leaning over to pla
How many men can brag about dying fucking a woman less than half his age in a parking lot? I could, if I weren’t dead, of course. At sixty years old, my dick could still get harder than a stripper pole. Alas, though, my magnificent manliness is what ended up doing me in, because despite my cock being ready and willing, my heart just couldn’t keep up. It’s funny in a cosmically fucked up kind of way… I’d spent my entire life not knowing I had a heart, only for it to make itself known by cockblocking me through cardiac arrest. “Daddy?! Daddy?!” A panicked voice with daddy issues was the last thing I heard before a deafening crack. Then silence. Blackness. Nothingness. Fuck! No women after death? I mean, come on! I can take the fires of hell as long as there are feisty succubus and the likes servicing me from time to time. With an electric buzz, a blue screen materialized in front of me. Letters scrawl across the display: “Game over!” I feel someone watching me, causing my metap
If you ever die and wake up with a system, remember: no matter what happens, ALWAYS avoid pissing it off. Your life depends on it. Literally! That is the first lesson I learned the hard way. I won’t bore you with all the details of the crappy life Wrenn Dorn had before I arrived. He has a sobby backstory that will take me forever to explain the depths of it all. Just know that he— I —is a nobody. A nobody with a lot of muscles. I stand in front of a forge, surrounded by smoldering coals and glowing red-hot metal. The sound of fire crackles and pops as the metal melts. Raising the hammer above my head, I stare at the veins bulging out from my muscles. The hammer has always been Wrenn’s best friend— his only friend. He loves it as much as I love women, and that’s what I call the difference between a boy and a man. Despite his muscular build, Wrenn is still a boy. Barely reaching nineteen this year, he never had a girlfriend or even a fling. The one time he liked a girl, it was