Leaning in, Risa traced the rim of her glass while her eyes dropped to his now-unbuttoned shirt.
"You’re blushing, Francis. Does our little ga make you nervous?"
"If I blushed every ti a beautiful woman tested , I would look like a ripe tomato by closing ti."
Her friends dissolved into giggles, clinking their glasses.
One—Lena, the quiet one with the sharp stare—tilted her head.
"So what’s the secret? How do you keep us all hanging on your every word?"
He leaned in, close enough to spark their curiosity.
"Nothing much—I just like entertaining beautiful ladies like you."
Risa’s lips parted.
"Careful. Keep talking like that, and I might start expecting more from you... I enjoy talking to you, but I’m guessing you can use that mouth of yours for other things too, right?"
Things were heating up again as Risa started licking his neck.
The scene thrilled , while Francis looked very uncomfortable.
Seriously, dude? Millions of n would be begging to experience this, not complaining about it.
I wished I could control his words and movents, but after I downloaded his persona, I beca only an observer.
Lena took another sip before speaking. "Tell us the truth—out of the three of us, which one do you like best?"
The other two turned their heads, waiting for the answer. It was an obvious trap. If he chose one, the other two would get upset.
"How could I ever choose? A rose, a lily, an orchid... each one is beautiful in its own way. Together, you make the perfect garden."
They giggled so hard the table shook. One even slapped his arm.
But I felt the opposite.
Who wrote this nonsense, and why did it hit harder than a cursed trend? Was it just because he was attractive?
Does having a halfway-decent jawline automatically grant him a license to spew premium-grade nonsense without consequences?
"Ohhh, you’re smooth! That’s why we keep coming back to you!"
A glowing text appeared before my eyes, and I could only let out a defeated sigh. The results don’t lie.
[Custor Satisfaction Rising...]
[Simulation Progress: 20%]
The last lady rested her cheek on his shoulder. "You’re too good with words, . I bet you say that to every woman."
"Only when it’s true."
She flushed and laughed nervously, clutching her glass like a virgin, even though everyone knew her body count was likely nearing three digits.
Risa who was the boldest, slid her hand onto his thigh under the table.
He gently put his hand on top of hers—not pushing her away, not pulling her closer.
"Careful... if you keep this up, I might think you’re the one falling for ." He muttered in her ears.
Please stop this. I nearly cried hearing that cheesy line.
Don’t get wrong—the woman taking advantage ? Amazing. But the crap coming out of his mouth? Man, it was unbearable.
All three won burst into laughter, fanning themselves as though his words were infused with an aphrodisiac.
In that mont, I understood. My jokes in my past life were never the problem—I just wasn’t handso enough to sell them.
[Simulation Progress: 25%]
The scene intensified as Risa, fueled by the wine and the weird atmosphere, beca more touchy.
Her hand, still resting on his thigh, began to move with a purpose, tracing patterns that sent shivers up his spine.
The other two won watched with a mix of amusent, their eyes sparkling with mischief. They no longer cared about protecting his personal space either.
Lena broke the silence with a half smile.
"Looks like soone’s enjoying the company," she teased.
Francis, trying to maintain his composure, responded casually. "I’m just here to entertain, rember?"
His words were t with giggles and playful pouts.
Risa, not one to back down from a challenge, slid her hand higher, her fingers playing with his belt.
"Co on, think about it. Just the three of us, and nobody would ever know. We’ll even give you ten tis your usual pay for a night with us."
Lena joined in. "Our husbands are very wealthy. You could make us your sugar mommies and be set for life. We can buy you a condo, a luxury car, anything you want."
Hearing their offer, my blood boiled with rage. ’Go on! Seriously, what are you waiting for? You’ll have fun and get paid—it’s a total win-win!’
Unfortunately, my words couldn’t knock any sense into him.
"Ladies, I’m a professional. I really can’t do that." He cleared his throat, squirming like an idiot. Because, that’s exactly what he was.
[DING!]
[Would you like to take control—]
"Yes!" I didn’t even wait for the sentence to finish, and took over completely.
"Let’s do this." Not wasting a second, I kissed Risa, exploring her mouth with my tongue, while running my hands inside the fabric of her clothing.
She clearly took care of her body; just feeling her curves and holding her like this was making lose control.
"You’re so damn sexy, Risa. Your husband’s a complete idiot for ignoring you. Don’t worry—I’m gonna make you feel good. I’ll show you heaven, and you’ll forget all about that impotent man in no ti."
"Oh, Francis, you’re such a brute. I kinda like this side of you. That’s it... do more, don’t hold back."
"That’s unfair," Lena pouted.
"You want a piece of this too?" I grabbed her hair from behind and forced them to kiss at the sa ti, just like in those doujins.
But before I could fully enjoy it...
Everything went black, and the next thing I knew, I was back in my hospital bed.
"No!!!" I yelled, furious at being interrupted. I was right there, so close to finally experiencing my dream.
[DING!]
[The simulation has been automatically canceled because the host deviated too far from the intended scenario. The Real Francis would not resort to such barbaric thods to get girls.]
"Fuck you! You should have warned !"
[Congratulations, Host! You’ve proven why you deserve the Degenerate System by showing your true colors. You’re honest with your heart and desires—so you earned it. Be proud of yourself, you disgusting pig.]
That last comnt was unnecessary. It was obvious my system was more aware than I realized... and why do I get the feeling that the comnt was made by a woman?
"So... where’s my reward?"
[DING!]
[Francis Card: 25% -> 50%]
[You can now use a weaker version of this card. All effects will be halved.]
"Tsk... better than nothing, I guess."
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