Not knowing why, half an hour later, Simon found himself in the park. He walked around and tried to make sense of the events of the day when Robert’s huge frame appeared from behind a tree.
An exuberant handshake later, he offered Simon one of his foul black cigars while stuffing one into his own mouth. Simon waved him off.
He ignited the tip of his cigar with the flame from the Zippo lighter and took a deep draw until it glowed hot red. He inhaled the smoke deeply, holding it in his lungs before exhaling it in a cloud.
Then, Robert extended the lighter to Simon. “Take it. It’s yours.”
“No, thanks, I don’t smoke...”
“Take it. Don’t make me say it again.”
Confused, Simon took the lighter. The moment his fingers touched the cold metal, a synthetic voice rang in his ears.
[System transfer process initiated]
[Please stand by…]
“What the—”
“Just wait,” Robert advised, taking another puff on his cigar.
[System transfer complete]
[Satisfaction System now has a new user, Simon Turner]
[Warning! Fatal Error]
[System failure imminent]
[Root cause: User is a virgin]
[First mission acquired: Lose your virginity]
[Rewards: Unlock the full potential of the Satisfaction System]
“Whaaaa… What’s this?” Simon muttered. “Was something sprinkled on the lighter to make me hallucinate?”
“Nothing like that.” Robert chuckled. “It was a gift from a friend, and now I’m passing it on to you. It helped me satisfy women. Everything I gained in life was through the women who helped me achieve my goals in exchange for pleasure. The System instructed me on how to satisfy women. ”
“But what is it?” Simon asked.
"It's… unique. Oh, and it's different than all the mainstream stuff you're probably used to reading in online novels." Robert chuckled, seeing Simon's expression. "Don't make that face. These days, all sorts of people read those — pervs and geeks included. I admit, I was one of them, but hey, it was fun while it lasted. Now, I just want to retire."
Then he chuckled again and turned to leave on the dark alley among the trees.
“Oh, and one last thing,” Robert said without turning around. “Tell Anne you’re the one she’s expecting and that I sent you to help her with the Glam Garb Fashion job.”
"What? What's that even supposed to mean?" Simon called out, but Robert had already vanished from sight.
Left with more questions than answers, he let out a deep sigh.
***
The next morning, Simon awoke with a pounding headache. His head throbbed with excruciating pain as if a thousand small hammers were pounding against his temples, ready to shatter his skull at any moment. He stumbled out of bed, took a shower, and then threw himself back into bed.
His eyes found the Zippo lighter on the nightstand. He picked it up and inspected it. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was a simple, silver Zippo lighter.
Robert had been quite cryptic about whatever this thing was.
[Satisfaction System has limited functionalities until the user completes his first mission]
Simon dropped the Zippo lighter in shock. Nevertheless, the synthetic voice speaking to him didn’t stop or change.
[System failure imminent]
[Root cause: User is a virgin]
[Mission in progress: Lose your virginity]
[Suggestions: Find a brothel and get laid]
“What are you even talking about, stupid voice?” Simon jumped off the bed as if the lighter was a live grenade. “I barely have enough money to eat! Now you want me to spend them on something like this?”
[Please check your bank account]
With a raised eyebrow, Simon reluctantly grabbed his phone and logged into his bank account. To his astonishment, he saw a balance he hadn't expected—$5,000.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Where did this money come from?" Simon muttered.
[That's just the beginning]
[Once the Satisfaction System has full capabilities, more funds and resources will follow]
"But what's the catch?" Simon questioned, his voice tinged with suspicion. "What do you want from me in return?"
[For now, all I require is your dedication to completing the mission]
[Your willingness to embrace new experiences and evolve as a person]
On one hand, the promise of financial support and the potential for a better life seemed tempting. On the other hand, he felt uneasy about being controlled by an enigmatic system.
"I need time to think," Simon finally said, his voice firm. "This is a lot to process, and I won't rush into anything."
[3 hours remaining until system failure]
[The Satisfaction System stands ready to fulfill your desires once the root cause of the problem is resolved]
With those words, the synthetic voice fell silent, leaving Simon alone with his thoughts. He stared intently at the phone screen, his eyes scanning his account details.
As Simon continued to scrutinize the transfer history, his curiosity piqued when he noticed something peculiar. The $5,000 deposit came from a company named "Timeless Treasures Emporium." The name rang a bell, and a quick internet search revealed that it was a small antique shop located just a few blocks away.
"Why would an antique shop transfer me money?" Simon wondered aloud, his mind buzzing with questions. The connection between the Satisfaction System and the Timeless Treasures Emporium seemed puzzling, yet intriguing.
He decided to pay the antique shop a visit. He was determined to find answers and understand the link between this quaint store and the enigmatic system that had entered his life.
Using internet maps, Simon navigated through the streets until he spotted the place — a charming little shop. The display window showcased a gleaming brass telescope perched on an intricately carved wooden stand as if inviting passersby to take a glimpse into the past. Next to it, a collection of vintage pocket watches lay gracefully on a velvet-lined tray.
A well-preserved gramophone stood proudly amidst the treasures, its horn gleaming with polished brilliance. A dusty leather-bound journal beckoned to those who sought tales of forgotten adventures and lost romance.
The allure of the Timeless Treasures Emporium only grew stronger, and Simon knew that stepping inside would open the door to a world of possibilities and the potential answers he sought.
[90 minutes remaining until system failure]
Taking a deep breath, Simon pushed open the creaky wooden door and stepped inside. The tinkling of a bell announced his arrival, and he was greeted by the warm aroma of old books and polished wood.
A friendly, elderly man, who appeared to be the shop owner, approached him with a warm smile. "Welcome, young man. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"
Simon hesitated for a moment, then decided to be candid. "Actually, I'm here because of a peculiar deposit I received in my bank account. It was from your shop, Timeless Treasures Emporium."
The shop owner's eyes twinkled.
"Ah, you must be Simon Turner," he said.
Simon's eyebrows furrowed. "Yes. Now please tell me… Do you know anything about the Satisfaction System? Does it have to do anything with your antique shop?"
The shop owner chuckled knowingly. "Ah, that's a long story. The Satisfaction System and my shop have a unique connection — a bond that transcends time. This place is where its power can manifest in the physical world. This is the system shop — the place where users can buy items with points earned through the satisfaction system and redeem them for real-life rewards."
Simon was intrigued, yet perplexed. "So, the money was really from the Satisfaction System? What does it want from me?"
"Ah, I can’t tell you more than I already did," the shop owner replied with a mysterious smile. "First fully activate the system and we’ll talk more after."
When Simon opened his mouth to speak again, the old man cut him off with a wave of his hand and pointed toward the door. Swallowing his questions, he had no other choice but to turn around and head for the exit.
As Simon left the antique shop, he thought of what kind of satisfaction the system could provide for him. Financial? Power? Immortality? Women?
How would the very same people who once mocked and belittled him change their behavior if he was blessed with unimaginable riches?
Thoughts of grandeur and revenge stirred his imagination, fueling his ambition to prove them all wrong. He imagined their astonished faces and stammering apologies, their once confident demeanor crumbling in the presence of his newfound wealth.
He didn’t stop walking until he got in front of the flashing neon sign of a dimly lit establishment. He couldn't believe he was seriously considering stepping inside.
[30 minutes remaining until system failure]
The promise of the system's funds and a potential escape from his financial struggles weighed heavily on him. However, he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling inside him. He contemplated the idea of giving up his virginity solely to satisfy an enigmatic force. The thought of succumbing to such pressures did not align with the path he had envisioned for himself. He desired his first experience to be meaningful, where genuine connection and shared passion would drive every moment.The laughter of his college peers echoed in his mind — the same people who had bullied and ridiculed him for his modest lifestyle. Their disdainful remarks about his appearance and financial struggles had always haunted him. Would losing his virginity, under such circumstances, to get the system online to help him really be worth it?He hesitantly walked through the entrance. As he crossed the threshold, his eyes were immediately drawn to a stunning busty blonde. She wore a tight, black leather dress, and a pa
The hot brunette obeyed, her hand stroking Simon's hard bulge through the fabric of his pants. He let her wrist go. She deftly unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside. Once her fingers rolled around his member, she gently pulled it out and squeezed it. Simon groaned as her thumb caressed the tip of his cock. It was the first time someone other than himself touched him like that. Slow at first, she moved her hand up and down his shaft while licking her lips. Her eyes fixated on his member as if she was more than willing to do much more than just jerk him off.Pre-cum gathered on the tip of his member and her tongue darted out to lick it. Simon stopped her with a hand on her forehead. “No. Use nothing else other than your hand.”Gulping, she obeyed, licking her lips again and moving her hand faster. “Where do you want to cum? On my face? On my tits?”The image of her covered by his semen drove Simon over the edge. White ropes flew out and landed everywhere as he came in sever
When Simon left the campus, his entire body ached, and his head throbbed. He made a phone call and then took a cab to a nearby rental car agency. With almost 5,000 dollars at his disposal — minus the sum he had paid for the handjob — and possibly more to come, Simon could afford to treat himself to a rental car. He had the license to drive, his parents had paid for the lessons before sending him to college — the only gift they could afford to celebrate his scholarship.Since then, he had lost the scholarship due to several infractions Chad and the others had committed and blamed on him last year. Not having the funds to pay for classes and too ashamed to tell his parents, he had been forced to take several jobs to make ends meet and pay for his tuition. But no more.Cutting the lanes, he pulled over, not caring about the car that honked beside him as he swerved into the parking lot right in front of the same brothel he had visited the previous night.The same blonde girl was standing
While ascending the stairs out of the dungeon, he paused, thinking about the Satisfaction System’s perks. As if reading his mind, the system issued a notification: [A list of perks will appear shortly in your User Interface] [Please stand by…] Two columns materialized in his line of sight, catching his attention with their crisp, clear headers: Dom Mode and Sub Mode. The rest of the information merged into the background, blurred and indistinct as if it were caught in a swirling fog. [Users get access to a set of abilities depending on which route they want to take] [Dom Mode is the skill tree where the user can advance his power to dominate and control women. His own satisfaction is what earns him points and money] [Sub Mode is the skill tree where the user can advance his skills to accept women as his superiors and make them happy. Their satisfaction is what earns him points and money] ‘I wonder what route Robert — the previous user — took,’ Simon thought. ‘He looked like a
As the fantasy formed in his mind, Simon felt a surge of excitement similar to a puppeteer pulling the strings of a marionette. Details fully fleshed out, he focused his thoughts on the method of execution. [Bind and Control skill activated. Cooldown: 24 hours]The blonde frowned under his gaze, but soon, the Bind and Control ability took over her body and mind. She turned to the man she treated so badly before and smiled sweetly.“I know what you like. You always wanted to feel my titties sandwiching your cock.”Rounding the table, she pulled down her strapless blouse, exposing her chest. Breasts bouncing free, she slipped her hands under them and offered them to the man. The homeless guy stared at her, mouth agape. Though he stood bewildered, his eyes widened in awe as he cautiously accepted this unexpected and inexplicable divine gift.The woman kneeled and reached for his zipper. By the time she pulled it down, Simon was already heading for the door. He would leave that poor gu
The morning sun cast long shadows as Simon parked his luxury rental car a few blocks away from the bustling campus. He knew that driving such a vehicle would only raise suspicion among the students. Determined to avoid everyone as much as possible, he walked briskly towards the college entrance, head down and shoulders hunched."Hey, look who it is, guys! It's the janitor boy!" Chad's voice rang out, cutting through the air like a knife.Simon tried to ignore the taunting words and quickened his pace. He felt the searing anger rising within him, yet he knew that if he reacted, it would only provide them with ammunition for their cruel games. He wasn't fully prepared to confront them just yet. With a steely resolve, he vowed to bide his time, strategically planning his next moves to eventually put an end to their torment. But Chad was relentless, closing the distance between them."Hey, loser! Where are you hurrying off to? You missed a spot in the toilets?" Chad sneered, his cronies
Gritting his teeth, Simon pushed forward, determined not to give up. "However, in... the global m-marketplace, there are... also o-opportunities. Uh... g-greater market reach, access to... um... wider customer base, and... uh... increased p-pro-pro-profits.”He had to conquer his stutter and finish his presentation. But this was easier said than done. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this nervous. Taking a deep breath, he stared at the wall behind the sea of heads. Focusing on his breathing and the rhythm of his heart, he tried to forget where he was and drown out the noises."In conclusion, conducting business in a global marketplace is a complex process, riddled with challenges and rife with opportunities. It requires adaptability and cultural awareness. But with dedication and determination, success in the global marketplace is... is... achievable."Simon's voice trailed off, his speech coming to an abrupt end. He lowered his head, feeling defeated and humiliated. Th
[Bind and Control skill activated. Cooldown: 20 hours]Emma gulped, her face suddenly flushed red. “Isn't it a little too hot in here?”“It is…” Simon smirked, watching her tucking a strand of raven hair behind her ear. “I have to sit…” She sat down on Simon’s table and leaned back while unbuttoning the top two buttons of her shirt. The edge of her white lace bra came into view.She pulled up her legs so her heels rested on the table. Pulling her skirt up and parting her legs, she gave Simon the perfect view of her bare inner thighs and her white lace thong. “Want to touch?” she asked.Even her words were exactly like in the script Simon had given her in his fantasy. “No, I don't want to touch you. You don’t deserve it. But you can touch yourself.”She slid two fingers of her right hand up to her panties and then up and down at a steady pace. Soon, her hand started moving faster and faster. Simon knew what was about to happen since he had seen everything before in his mind’s eye.
Anne paced the living room, her blonde waves disheveled, her icy blue eyes wild with fury. The news of her father’s conviction had shattered whatever fragile stability she had left.“Simon!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the high ceilings.Simon entered the room slowly, his deep blue eyes calm, unreadable. He had been expecting this. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as Anne rounded on him.“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” Anne hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “You came into my life, into my family, and you ruined everything!”Simon’s smirk was faint, almost pitying. “You ruined it yourself, Anne. Or have you forgotten who forced who into this marriage?”Simon’s words struck a nerve, and Anne’s face twisted with fury. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, trembling as she glared at him.“You don’t get to throw that in my face!” she shouted, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “You wouldn’t understand me in a million years.”Simon crossed his arms,
The high-end hotel suite exuded quiet luxury. The low lights highlighted the rich textures of the room—mahogany furniture, cream linens, and gold accents that spoke to a wealth that didn’t need to scream for attention.Cassandra opened the door, stepping inside with a confident sway that made John follow like a man under a spell. She shrugged off her coat, draping it over a chair before turning back to him, her dark eyes glinting with promise.“You always this impulsive?” she teased, walking toward the minibar.John loosened his tie, letting it hang around his neck as he leaned against the wall. “Only when it’s worth it.”Cassandra laughed softly, pulling out two glasses. “I like that.”She handed him a glass, her fingers brushing his just enough to spark a moment of contact.“To worth it,” she said, raising her glass.John clinked his glass against hers, his gaze never leaving her. “To worth it.”Unseen, Simon sat in his small apartment, the glow from his laptop screen illuminating h
The Parker family estate was a fortress of wealth and power. Inside, John Parker sat in his expansive study, the glow of his antique desk lamp illuminating his cheekbones. His icy demeanor reflected in the highball glass he swirled absently, the amber liquid sloshing like a storm in a bottle.Across from him stood his trusted confidant, Victor Black, a man as ruthless as he was loyal. Victor’s tailored suit was as sharp as his tone as he laid a file on the polished mahogany desk.“You’re not going to like this, Mr. Parker,” Victor said, his voice low.John’s piercing blue eyes flicked to the file, then back to Victor. “What is it?” he asked, his tone calm, but there was an edge to it, the calm before the storm.Victor hesitated for half a second before continuing. “It’s Simon. Your daughter’s husband.” He leaned forward, tapping the folder. “He’s been... involved with Rose.”The name hit John like a slap. His jaw tightened, and the glass in his hand came down with a sharp thud. “Ros
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the hall. Steven Jones stepped into the foyer, his tall frame casting long shadows across the pristine marble floor. His amber eyes glinted with predatory amusement as they swept across the room, lingering for a fraction too long on the figure standing near the staircase.Elize froze the moment she saw him. Her red hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her usually sharp hazel eyes darted nervously toward the doorway. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her maid’s outfit, betraying the tension in her otherwise poised appearance.“Steven,” she said softly, her voice trembling despite her effort to remain composed. “Why are you here?”Steven’s smirk widened. “Elize,” he drawled, his voice filled with false warmth. “I came to check on you. And on my son.”Anne entered the room with her wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes hardened immediately.“What do you want, Steven?” Anne said coldly, stepping between h
Simon dragged Marcus outside, the rain soaking both of them. Michael’s men stood watch, their eyes scanning for any signs of retaliation.“The Broker,” Simon said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Who does he work for?”Marcus shook his head frantically. “I don’t know! I swear! He’s just a middleman! The money—”“Where did the money come from?” Simon interrupted.Marcus hesitated, fear flashing in his eyes. “Parker Holdings. I don’t know from whom exactly, but the funds came through that company. That’s all I know, I swear!”Simon released Marcus, letting him collapse onto the wet pavement.The streetlights above cast harsh shadows over Simon’s face, making him look every bit the predator he was in that moment.“You’re lying,” he said, his voice low but razor-sharp. “You’ve got more than that. Talk.”Marcus shook his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I swear, man, I swear—”Simon crouched, grabbing Marcus by the front of his shirt and yanking him close, their faces inches apa
Simon sat in the dimly lit diner, his foot tapping nervously beneath the table. The rain outside drummed against the windows, a steady, relentless rhythm. His fingers grazed the ceramic coffee cup in front of him. He didn’t need caffeine—his nerves were already shot.The door creaked open, and Adrien Pierce walked in, his trench coat dripping water onto the tiled floor. He scanned the room with a practiced eye before locking onto Simon and making his way over. The PI looked as if he hadn’t slept in days; his tie hung loose around his neck, and a thin layer of stubble darkened his jaw.“Pierce,” Simon greeted, his deep blue eyes narrowing. “You’ve got something?”Adrien nodded curtly, sliding into the booth across from Simon. “Yeah. It wasn’t easy, but I found a trail. You’re not going to like it.”Simon leaned forward. “Just tell me.”Adrien sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Robert’s killer was hired by someone close to the family. Very close.” He paused, letting the weight of hi
Rose’s tears welled up, her trembling body a sharp contrast to the fierce woman Simon once knew. He couldn’t shake the memory of how they had once been close—how they had shared more than just whispered secrets, how he’d found himself drawn to her in ways that surprised and confused him.That night was vivid in his mind, the electricity between them undeniable. It was as if something had snapped, pulling them together in an unspoken understanding. They were both trapped in Anne’s orbit, both trying to claw their way out. But now, seeing her broken and bound, Simon felt something twist deep inside him—something close to guilt.“I need more than just pieces of this, Rose,” Simon urged, his voice softening but his eyes still sharp. “What did Anne do to Lisa? Why would she kill her? And why did she throw you in here?”Rose wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice shaky but more controlled. “Lisa found out too much. She found out about Anne’s dealings with Steven. Anne is tied t
The idea to fulfill her fantasies excited Simon more than he was willing to admit. Letting himself be carried away by the thrill of the moment, he stepped back and unzipped his pants. “Kneel,” he ordered.She obeyed, licking her lips and eyeing his cock. Remembering how she had admitted to fantasizing about being used, he decided to not hold back. He shoved his cock inside her mouth, relishing the way her teary eyes never left his.Holding her hair and steadying her head, he started pounding her mouth, fucking it as hard as he had fucked Mary the other day. There was an allure, a sense of satisfaction and power that came with having complete control over someone. Especially when that someone wanted to be controlled by him.He gave her the full experience she wanted, including being fucked from behind over the rails of the vantage point, her tits bouncing wildly above the courtyard. As she barely contained her gasps and moans to not alert the other guards who might have been patrolli
The guard’s breath hitched as Simon’s words settled over her, the promise of something more than her monotonous life swirling in her mind. She looked at him, eyes flicking over his face, searching for any hint of insincerity but finding none. The desire, long buried under routine and apathy, flared in her eyes. Simon could see it now—she was close, teetering on the edge of her own unspoken desires.Her voice came out in a whisper, barely audible but heavy with longing. “There’s this place... above the walls, one of the lookout points.” She swallowed, as if the words themselves were forbidden. “I always thought about it—having a man take me there. The thrill of being above the entire prison, knowing someone could be watching... knowing we’re being seen, but no one able to stop us.”Simon’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement and satisfaction. She had handed him everything he needed. The guard shifted under his gaze, clearly nervous but unable to stop the pull she felt towar