Inside one of the many empty warehouses surrounding GLaDOS's warehouse, Daniel practiced with the Misfortune Pistol. The others watched him from behind some crates they were using as improvised cover.
Rosella, fired up, popped her head over the edge. "You can do it! I believe in you, boss!"
Daniel just snorted. "If you believed in me, you wouldn't be hiding behind some boxes."
When he got no reply, he decided to focus on the target he had set up several meters away. He raised the gun, aimed calmly, and fired.
Bang.
The bullet did not follow the straight line one would expect. It dropped at a sharp downward angle and ended up slamming straight into his foot.
Daniel stared at the point of impact for a second. He took a deep breath, dropped the gun, and threw himself to the floor clutching his foot.
"Fuuuck!"
He rolled across the floor while cursing in every language he knew at the gun's creator. He was still writhing when GLaDOS appeared, accompanied by a Sadako dressed as a nurse and carrying a first aid kit. Both stopped at his side.
"I told you not to do it," GLaDOS laughed, sounding almost amused.
Still on the ground, Daniel pulled off his shoe to confirm what he already knew: the bullet lodged in his foot. He growled as he examined the wound.
"You never told me why I shouldn't do it."
"Obviously because you lack the capabilities to handle it."
While they argued, Rosella took the tools from the kit Sadako had brought and, with surprising skill, managed to extract the bullet. Daniel's regenerative factor did not take long to kick in. The wound started to close, though the pain lingered.
Reluctantly, Daniel pushed himself upright, still hurting. "You were able to use it," he pointed out, remembering the twelve shots she herself had put straight into his chest.
GLaDOS did not bother to respond to the accusation. She simply picked the gun up off the floor, aimed at the target, and fired. The bullet struck the center effortlessly, a clean shot. Then she turned the weapon in a completely opposite direction from the target and fired again. This time, the bullet made an impossible one hundred eighty degree turn and hit the exact same spot.
"The weapon will always fail at whatever you aim it at. If you want to hit the target, you have to aim at everything except the target you want to reach." Her voice sounded proud, with a hint of superiority.
"That's it? That easy?"
GLaDOS answered by firing several more times in random directions. Every single bullet hit the target without missing.
"For me, yes," she laughed with an openly satisfied tone. "But for you, impossible."
Daniel opened his mouth to ask for an explanation, but GLaDOS continued before giving him the chance.
"Your primitive ape mind cannot aim at 'everything.' That concept includes too many things, and you will always forget one." She slid the gun into the holster on her hip. "For my superior mind, on the other hand, it is quite simple."
Daniel narrowed his eyes as he watched her put the weapon away. "You're not giving the gun back to me, are you?"
GLaDOS flashed a mischievous smile as she turned her back on him, swaying her hips with no intention whatsoever of returning the gun.
Daniel sighed, annoyed but not surprised in the least. "I'll take that as a no."
He looked down at his foot. The wound was already almost completely closed, without a trace of the bullet.
"I guess I can finally continue…" he thought as he opened the system panel, noticing that he had built up a fairly large number of gacha pulls over the past few weeks.
"Well… now is as good a time as any."
He could not hide the faint spark of excitement that crossed his face. With his current strength, plus GLaDOS, Rosella, and Sadako, he felt confident enough to face anything the gacha might throw at him, trusting that he could come out on top… probably.
He gave the mental command and the system activated immediately.
[Gacha starting…]
Item obtained: Cabbage seeds
Item obtained: Excalibur
Item obtained: Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch
Item obtained: Sunflower seeds
Item obtained: Vibrosword
Item obtained: Thousand Demon Daggers
Creature obtained: Umbrella monster
Item obtained: Volcano sword
Item obtained: Red Queen
Item obtained: Mortal Blade
Item obtained: Kitetsu swords
Item obtained: Legendary Chair of Storms!
Item obtained: One million dollars
Passive skill obtained: Crazy Chick Magnet
Skill obtained: Green thumb
Daniel felt relieved when he saw that he had only obtained two monsters throughout the entire process and that, at least at first glance, neither of them seemed terribly dangerous. He was also surprised by the indecent number of swords he had pulled.
He stretched, interlaced his fingers, and cracked them calmly. "Alright, let us get this over with quickly."
The gacha rewards began to materialize one by one.
[Item obtained: cabbage seeds]
Small seeds ready to grow fresh and nutritious cabbages
A handful of cabbage seeds appeared in his hand. He did not waste time and activated [Green thumb]. The seeds reacted instantly, swelling and growing at an accelerated rate. In the blink of an eye, eighteen fat cabbages rolled across the floor. As a test, he picked one up, examined it, turned it over, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
GIR, for his part, grabbed another cabbage and took off at full speed. "Wiiiiiii, doggy!"
Daniel made a conscious effort to ignore him. His mental health appreciated it. He put the remaining seeds away before continuing.
[Item obtained: Excalibur]
Sacred sword of eternal light forged to choose its king; its pure edge cuts through darkness and protects the worthy, radiating a power no shadow can defy
In the middle of the room, a golden, radiant sword appeared, floating dramatically. Daniel looked at it with interest and a certain sense of relief.
"At least it did not come embedded in a stone…"
Right after that, the sword dropped and sank straight into the concrete.
"Fuck!" He ran in desperation toward the sword, trying to pull it free and obviously failing in the process.
"Slap… slap… slap."
The sound of GLaDOS's slow, sarcastic clapping filled the room.
Daniel frowned, lifting one hand and inviting them to try. "It is Excalibur. Go on, you try pulling it out if you feel worthy."
"Pass."
"Pass."
GLaDOS and Rosella answered at the same time. Sadako, on the other hand, stared at the sword with a mix of disgust and alertness. The holy aura was repelling her.
Daniel tried to store it in his inventory. He failed. The sword was fused to the floor, and he could not take the entire floor into his inventory. Surprised, he realized he had finally found a limit to what he could absorb.
"Great…" he muttered, already thinking about how to break the concrete around it so he could take it with him.
[Item obtained: Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch]
Explodes with divine power; manual not included, but you will definitely screw it up counting to three
The grenade appeared in his hand, perfectly round and gleaming, decorated with tiny jewels and crowned with a miniature cross. Daniel turned it between his fingers with a certain fascination, enjoying its weight and shine, but GLaDOS did not wait even a second before snatching it away.
"I will be taking this," she announced as she pulled it from Daniel's hands.
Before he could protest, a drone flew in through a window, grabbed the grenade, and flew back out toward an unknown destination. Daniel decided not to argue. After all, he did not even know what he would use it for anyway.
[Item obtained: sunflower seed]
Seed that allows you to grow a tall and bright sunflower
A single seed appeared in his hand. Daniel raised it high so everyone could see it.
"Anyone want a sunflower seed?"
He offered it, at least expecting a comment. Nothing. Daniel forced a smile to himself.
"Guess it is mine… lucky me."
He stored the seed in his inventory. He would have liked to make it grow right away, but his [Green Hand] ability was already on cooldown after producing eighteen cabbages in a single use. He would have to wait until later to make the sunflower bloom.
[Item obtained: Vibrosword] [Image]
A weapon made of cortosis whose blade vibrates at ultrasonic speed, capable of cutting through armor and flesh with ease
The sword appeared in a flash of blue light, simple, elegant, and with a technological edge. Daniel picked it up without many expectations, though he immediately noticed that the hilt had a fingerprint scanner.
Daniel sighed reluctantly. "Of course… that is why it is not vibrating."
"I will take that," GLaDOS started, ready to snatch it, but Rosella was faster, grabbing it without hesitation.
"I call dibs!" she exclaimed, snatching the sword with an excited gleam in her eyes. She caressed the blade with fascination. "This bad girl has my name written all over her."
GLaDOS shrugged, confident that Rosella would lend it to her later for study.
Daniel followed her lead. "You can have it, but it is locked."
Rosella did not care. She was convinced she could unlock it. Besides, she needed a weapon after GIR stole the Sea-lord from her.
[Item obtained: Thousand Demon Daggers]
The Thousand Demon Daggers: a sword formed of one thousand fragments only controllable by a true master of qi
Daniel, of course, was not a master of qi, but that did not stop him from admiring the katana that appeared floating in front of him. Quite a spectacle. Black, with the blade filled with hundreds of cracks from which tiny neon-blue sparks leaked out. A beautiful katana.
"Ohhh… I think I have a boner," he growled as he carefully gripped the hilt. He only lifted it half a meter before the blade shattered into a thousand fragments that fell to the floor.
Daniel blinked, now holding nothing but the hilt in his hands.
"Well… that clears up the mystery of why it is called Thousand Demon Daggers. Hahaha…"
He laughed sadly as he absorbed both the hilt and every single fragment straight into his inventory, deciding that if he could not use it, at least he could store it and find some purpose for it later.
[Creature obtained: Umbrella monster] [Image]
Protects you from the rain and eats you if it gets bored; completely multifunctional
The object appeared in front of him with a soft flash. At first glance, it looked like a rather adorable white umbrella… if one ignored the green eye embedded in the fabric. The eye blinked, focusing on him with unsettling attention. Daniel grabbed it by the handle. The umbrella stared back at him for a second, almost curious, before snapping open and trying to eat him.
Daniel did not even flinch. "How predictable."
Still holding it by the handle, he slammed it against the wall once, again, and again, striking it with steady force until the creature finally stopped struggling.
"Damn… you really are tough." He said it with something that sounded dangerously close to praise.
He had hit it with all his strength and the umbrella had barely budged. Not a single mark, not a dent, not the slightest bit of damage. It simply stopped fighting. Determined to keep it from opening again, Daniel used an absurd amount of tape, wrapping it layer after layer until it became a motionless white cocoon.
When he finished, he tossed it straight into his inventory, already picturing Neo receiving the package. "She is definitely going to like this."
[Item obtained: Volcano sword]
A weapon made of underworld materials with very long reach and extreme heat… you are immune to fire, right?
The sword materialized in front of him and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Its flame-wrapped blade immediately began to scorch the concrete. Daniel watched it, stepping a little closer as he analyzed every detail. "Sword" might not have been the right word. It was too long, long enough to be considered a greatsword rather than a conventional blade.
Even from several steps away, the heat slapped him in the face. He was certain that if he touched it directly, he would end up with a charred hand.
He was not immune to fire… but he was immune to his own fire.
He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing. His Semblance responded instantly.
[Semblance: Inferno]
His hair ignited in a vivid crimson, and his arm became wrapped in his own flames, using them as an improvised shield. The heat from his fire pushed back against the heat of the weapon, stabilizing it. It worked. Daniel grabbed the sword by the hilt without taking any damage, surprised by its weight and reach as he swung it a couple of times.
"It is awesome, right?" he asked, not even trying to hide his excitement.
GLaDOS did not share his enthusiasm. "Highly impractical. If you already have a fire Semblance… why do you need a fire sword?"
Daniel shrugged without losing his good mood. "I will find a use for it." He stored the sword in his inventory without overthinking it.
[Item obtained: Red Queen]
A mechanized sword capable of charging energy for stronger strikes. It does not run on gasoline, but that does not matter: you just have to fill it with demonic energy… you have demonic energy, right?
Daniel frowned. He obviously did not have demonic energy. He did not think about it too much. With a resigned sigh, he stored it in his inventory.
"Maybe I will find a use for it in the future… or maybe I will get demonic energy, who knows."
[Item obtained: Mortal Blade]
A divine katana capable of killing the immortal, destroying spirits, and severing life bonds. Its power is so lethal that it would kill its wielder if they have not been touched by immortality… you are immortal, right?
A new katana materialized in front of him, its crimson sheath shining with a dangerous yet elegant air. Daniel did not even consider drawing it. He was not immortal, and he was not about to risk dying in the dumbest way possible.
"This is a sword that kills immortals, but it also kills its wielder if they are not one."
He said it out loud, warning the rest of the group.
It was useless. Sadako, far too curious for her own good, stepped forward and grabbed the katana. Before Daniel could stop her, she was already drawing it.
"No!" he managed to shout, reaching out, but Sadako was faster.
The blade came out clean, lethal, but… nothing happened. Sadako was still there, completely unharmed.
Rosella walked up to Daniel with a knowing smile. "Sadako is a type of curse. Technically, she has a limited immortality, since she cannot die of old age."
Daniel nodded, accepting the explanation as he crossed his arms. "Either way, no one else should wield it."
The moment he finished saying it, GLaDOS snatched the sword from Sadako with a sharp motion and held it effortlessly.
Rosella paled a little. "Technically, GLaDOS is not alive, so she is also immortal…" she muttered.
Daniel felt indignant when he realized that almost everyone could use the sword except him. "Is anyone else immortal and I just do not know it?" he asked, caught between frustration and exhaustion.
GIR was about to raise his hand, but Rosella immediately pushed it back down, very sure that Daniel would not be pleased with the answer.
Meanwhile, GLaDOS swung the Mortal Blade a couple of times, analyzing it with cold precision.
"It does not seem to grant any physical or special enhancement beyond being able to kill immortals. It is a common sword." There was a hint of disappointment in her tone. A weapon with such an exceptional effect… yet at its core, it was still just a katana.
"But since you cannot use it…" GLaDOS looked at him shamelessly. "I am keeping it."
Daniel merely snorted, resigned as he watched her hang it at her hip next to the pistol, claiming his sword as her own.
[Item obtained: Kitetsu swords]
Kitetsu series (Shodai, Nidai, and Sandai): three katanas created by the same line of swordsmiths. Each generation is safer than the last… supposedly.
When he saw the three katanas materialize, Daniel let out an incredulous laugh. "You are not fooling me!" he said, pointing an accusing finger. "I watched One Piece, and I know they are cursed."
He knew exactly what they were. The Kitetsu had always been associated with bad luck. Every one of their wielders had met a violent death, and each generation had only worsened the previous one's reputation. They were weapons with impeccable blades, perfect balance, and high durability, on top of possessing unique abilities once mastered… but Daniel had no intention of touching them. He did not even want them too close. He was not even sure he wanted to put them in his inventory.
Luckily, he did not have to, because he soon realized Sadako was already carrying all three, hugging them with a level of devotion that bordered on concerning.
Daniel blinked. "You want to keep them?"
Sadako nodded immediately. He thought about it for a few seconds, but logic won out. Sadako was literally a curse. The swords were cursed. It seemed like a mutually beneficial relationship.
"Perfect, enjoy them. They suit you… thematically." [Image]
[Item obtained: Frostmourne]
Runic sword of ice and death, forged to steal souls and corrupt the will of whoever wields it. Each strike absorbs the victim's vital essence and binds it to the blade, feeding its power.
Just a few meters away, the edgiest sword Daniel had seen so far materialized and hit the floor with a hollow thud. The blade itself was acceptable, even elegant in a macabre way… but the hilt. The hilt was an insult to good design. A massive skull, spikes everywhere, details made solely to look "evil," even if they were the least ergonomic thing in the world.
None of that stopped him. He crouched, took it in one hand, and lifted it.
The effect was immediate. The temperature in the room dropped sharply. Everyone took a step back, even Sadako, who clutched the katanas to her chest as she retreated when she felt Frostmourne's presence.
Daniel, on the other hand, only felt… a bit cold. Nothing more.
[Psychic immunity: mental control successfully blocked]
The message made him blink. He looked at the sword with a furrowed brow. "Did you just try to mind control me?"
He raised the blade, and a soft, seductive female voice whispered directly into his head: "Your soul will be mine…"
Daniel tilted his head, unimpressed. "Mmm… I do not think so."
The sword seemed to emotionally stagger, surprised that a mere human could resist her.
"Let me inside you…"
Daniel gave a faint smile, more amused than serious. "That feels a little rushed. At the very least we should go on a date… or grab some coffee."
The sword fell silent for a confused second. Then she insisted again: "Free me… and I will grant you my power."
"Alright."
Daniel answered without hesitation and immediately let the sword drop to the floor. The dry impact echoed through the entire room.
"Not like that, idiot!" the voice exploded in his mind, indignant.
Frostmourne hurried to regain her composure. Maybe he did not have the mental fortitude she expected, maybe he really was just the biggest idiot she had ever known, but the sword was not willing to be defeated that easily. She was Frostmourne, the legendary blade that had bent soldiers, kings, and heroes to its will. She was not about to lose to a human with questionable humor.
"Pick me up and hold me tight."
Daniel obeyed, lifting her once more. This time, however, his attention slid toward the runes engraved along the blade. He ran his fingers over them, following the shapes calmly.
Frostmourne tried to pull his focus back when she noticed his attention drifting. "Do not look at the runes. You would not understand them…"
"This one means death magic." Daniel pointed to another. "Control… binding… corruption… and the will of the Lich King."
The sword went completely silent. Then she reacted with an almost hysterical mental scream.
"What?! No human should be able to understand the runes! Only the Lich King and the Dreadlords… what are you?"
Daniel ignored her completely. "What do you want in exchange for power?"
The sword, impressed and a little desperate, recovered her macabre tone.
"Promise me blood, human, and I will grant you ice magic, shadow, necromancy… power over death. You will be stronger than you can possibly imagine."
Daniel cleaned out one ear with his pinky, pulling out a small bit of wax and letting it fall to the floor. "Sounds like a lot of work. Though the magic is tempting…"
Frostmourne thought she had him. She felt it. The deal was about to close when another presence caught her attention.
"Hey! Wait, who is that bitch?"
Daniel turned his head toward the girls, who were still watching from a safe distance. "Those are my ladies, show some respect please… except GLaDOS. She really is a bitch."
Frostmourne nearly choked on pure indignation. "Not that, idiot! I mean the sword stuck in the floor."
Daniel followed the direction of her voice, looking at Excalibur still embedded where she had fallen.
"I know you can hear me. Stop acting all high and mighty and answer," Frostmourne demanded.
There was a moment of dense silence, until another voice appeared in his mind, feminine, firm, noble, even haughty.
"Your presence reeks of death, fallen sister."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. That voice could only belong to Excalibur.
Frostmourne snorted as if that were the funniest thing she had ever heard. "Why do you talk like you have a stick up your ass?"
Excalibur completely ignored the insult. "Human. Drop that cursed sword or the darkness will consume you."
Frostmourne grew even more enraged. "You know what? Forget the souls. Hold me tight and smash me against that bitch. I am going to break her."
Excalibur replied without losing her proud tone. "Your darkness will never overcome my light. I am the fabulous Excalibur, forged with ancient magic, unbreakable, infused with justice and divine power."
Frostmourne let out a laugh that vibrated through Daniel's mind. "Did you come to show off or to get sharpened?"
The mockery finally broke Excalibur's composure. "Human! Pick me up and strike me against that cursed sword! I will shatter her to pieces!"
Daniel blinked, surprised by the sudden change in attitude. "Does that mean I am worthy to wield you?"
Excalibur burst into loud laughter. "Hahahaha! Of course you are not worthy. But I will make an exception to defeat that evil sword."
Frostmourne intervened again, proud of her dark lineage.
"I am Frostmourne, forged in demonic rituals, void steel, and ancient magic from the plane of death. Do not compare yourself to me, weapon made by mortal hands."
"Human, pick me up now!" Excalibur shouted.
Daniel, resigned, obeyed. "And now what do I do?"
"Hit that bitch!" both of them shouted at the same time, furious and eager to destroy each other.
Daniel shrugged and started smashing them together like a child playing with two toys. Every clash released flashes. Excalibur fired off brilliant bursts, and Frostmourne unleashed darkness and ice that chilled the air.
GLaDOS finally stepped closer, unable to ignore the chaos. "What exactly are you supposed to be doing?"
Daniel looked at her with complete honesty. "If I am being honest… I am not sure. But I doubt this is going to end peacefully." Tired of the spectacle, he set both swords down on top of each other.
"Get this frozen trash off me!" Excalibur protested.
"Do not leave me on this cheap blade!" Frostmourne shouted.
Daniel decided to ignore them and continued opening gachas.
[Item obtained: Legendary Chair of Storms!]
Hard to move plastic chair. You are the eye of storm!
A white plastic chair appeared in front of him, simple and ordinary. He tried to move it and noticed it was heavier than normal, but not impossible. Just to test it, he decided to sit down.
The instant he touched the seat, a wild wind spun around him, followed by a rock theme blasting from nowhere.
"♪ I am the storm that— ♫"
Daniel jumped to his feet. "Did you hear that?" Rosella and Sadako nodded at the same time.
Daniel sat down again.
"♪ I am the storm that is approaching!! ♬♪"
Daniel stood up again in one quick motion. "I have an idea."
He chuckled under his breath as he grabbed Excalibur in one hand and Frostmourne in the other. He adjusted his grip, sat back down on the chair, and the wind began to swirl the moment his weight touched the seat.
"♪ I am the storm that is approaching!! ♬♪"
The music blared even louder than before. Daniel planted both swords into the ground at his sides, striking a pose.
"Provoking black clouds in isolation!!! ♫"
He shot a over-the-top look at the girls. "Do I look awesome or what?!" he shouted over the music.
Rosella and Sadako gave him a thumbs up without thinking too hard about it.
GLaDOS gave him a thumbs down in return. "You look ridiculous."
Daniel snorted and lowered the weapons. He tossed them back to their corner, where they slammed against the floor with a dull thud. Then he stored the chair in his inventory. He had liked the item far too much to leave it lying around.
[Item obtained: One million dollars]
One million US dollars tax-free.
A briefcase filled with perfectly stacked bills appeared in front of him. Daniel raised his hand without thinking, formed a fireball, and fired it straight at the briefcase. The flames swallowed the money in seconds and reduced it to ashes. That money had no value in this world, so he did not waste time storing it.
[Passive skill: Crazy Chick Magnet]
Generates intense attraction in problematic women…
Daniel read the description with a mix of alarm and concern. "Do I look any different?"
He could not help but ask. Rosella shook her head. Sadako kept cleaning her katanas without looking up. And GLaDOS analyzed him for a second longer than usual before responding.
"I see you just as stupid."
Daniel dropped the subject. The skill showed no visible effect, so there was no point in asking any further.
[Skill obtained: Green thumb]
Capable of growing one and a half dozen vegetables per day…
Daniel's face twisted and he did not even let the system finish. "Hey! I already have that skill! System, you are ripping me off!"
The system responded instantly, displaying another screen in front of him.
[Duplicate skill detected. Initiating fusion…]
[New skill: Superior Green Hand]
Capable of growing over a hundred plants per day. This person has become the absolute terror of merchants and farmers.
Daniel was surprised to see that his skill had evolved just from being duplicated, but what really mattered was something else. His mind began working fast.
If the system could merge duplicate skills… would it work with Semblances too?
There was only one problem with that line of thought.
"Where do I even find duplicate Semblances…?" he thought.
And then he remembered. The Schnee family had a hereditary Semblance, glyphs. They all shared some version of the same ability.
Weiss had a sister… and also a mother.
Daniel smiled. It was a terrible idea. Exactly his kind of idea.
—/—
Later, in an alley behind the warehouse, GIR was busy getting rid of the cabbages Daniel had produced and stockpiled.
"And done!" he said proudly, looking at the mountain of cabbages stacked almost up to the ceiling. "Job finished!"
He turned around to leave… but stopped when he heard a strange noise behind him.
When he turned back, he realized the cabbages had begun to tremble. GIR's eyes went wide as he watched, one by one, each cabbage sprout a pair of black eyes… and a pair of tiny leaves peeking out on top.
[Image]
In a single second, all the cabbages began to float. Then, at considerable speed, they shot straight up into the sky, lining up toward the south.
GIR just smiled and waved enthusiastically.
"Goodbye, doggies!"
—//—
Author's Note:
Where are the R18 scenes? Relax, chronic masturbator, they're further down.
I'm pretty busy right now; in January I have to take an important exam, so I can only write at night. I'll try to keep posting whenever I can, though I might make the chapters a bit shorter.
Either way, thanks to everyone still hanging around.
Leave a comment or a review—I like reading them.
Anyway, thanks for reading…
Kisses and hugs, rats!
PS: Does anyone know an HP fanfic where the transmigrated guy writes the Harry Potter books and everyone thinks he's some kind of seer?... I want to read something like that. Bye!
—//—
Life was not fair, or at least that was what Brook thought as she watched the store employees rushing back and forth, packing up everything Megan pointed at. The price didn't matter; if Megan wanted it, she got it. Brook was sure the total was already in the thousands, and they still weren't done.
Megan stepped out of the fitting room and did a little spin, wearing a dress that didn't suit her at all. "How does it look on me?"
Brook forced a tired smile, doing her best to keep up her finest fake grin. "It looks perfect."
Megan seemed satisfied with that answer and immediately gestured at the employees to signal that she wanted that dress and several identical ones, just with tiny variations. Brook held back a sigh as she watched the scene, thinking that clearly, God had favorites.
None of this was fair. Megan already came from a high-class family. Her father was a famous gallery owner. She had money, beauty, and popularity to spare.
Brook clenched her teeth.
And now she could also get anything she wanted just because someone spilled a drink on her. Wonderful.
Brook's gaze slid toward Jason, who turned out to be secretly rich. Her expression tensed, though he didn't notice.
"Why are you spending so much on Megan? Just because she's pretty? She didn't even know your name until I told her, you idiot," she wanted to shout at him. But she didn't. Instead, an idea slowly started to form in her mind.
If Megan could get anything she wanted just for being pretty, then so could she. She might not come from a wealthy family, but she considered herself just as attractive as Megan, maybe even more.
She stood up from her seat with determination, ready to stop being just a spectator. She adjusted her neckline, nothing vulgar, just enough to highlight her assets, and walked toward Jason with firm steps.
"Don't fail me now, girls~~" she whispered under her breath to motivate herself.
—/—
While Megan grabbed another outfit and went into the fitting room for the twenty-second time, Jason stood a few meters away pretending to watch her. He couldn't help thinking that his plan had been a success. A system alert popped up in front of him on a floating screen.
[Congratulations!]
[Reward: Skill "Simp Hands"]
Simp hands perfect for giving massage
Jason sighed when he saw the message.
"Ahhh… what a stupid skill," he thought. Even so, he didn't get discouraged; he was sure he would find more useful abilities later on. In fact, he was already imagining ways to take advantage of the Simp System when a soft brush against his arm pulled him out of his thoughts.
Brook was standing next to him. He had almost forgotten she was even with them.
She leaned in a little, letting her cleavage show, and gave him a gentle smile. Close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume.
"Hey," she murmured, trying to capture his full attention.
And if Brook thought Jason would get flustered by a pair of breasts… she was absolutely right. Jason tried not to stare directly, but it was useless.
Brook noticed his reaction instantly. Her smile grew more confident as she tilted her head slightly.
"That whole soda mess was a disaster, huh? Poor Megan… though honestly, it's really sweet of you to help her so much."
Jason nodded. "It was a pretty unlucky accident."
Brook stepped a little closer and took his arm with both hands, adjusting it so it ended up trapped between her breasts.
"It must be exhausting to buy so many things," she said with a light tone. "Although, well, it's obvious you're very generous…"
Jason, clueless as he could be, was not stupid enough to miss her intentions.
"This bitch is trying to get money out of me," he thought. And even then, he didn't care. After all, it wasn't his money, and if he could have some fun while spending it, why bother saying no?
His hand, which ended up between Brook's breasts, slid down to her waist, pulling her a little closer. "It's really not a problem."
Brook's hand ran across Jason's shirt in a slow motion.
"Megan is lucky…", she whispered. "Nothing like this ever happens to me." Her tone sounded soft, almost dreamy, as she guided Jason's hand from her waist upward, bringing it close to her chest.
"If you ever need something, I can always give you a hand," he said, his fingers brushing the fabric of Brook's blouse in an almost playful gesture.
Brook leaned toward him, standing on her tiptoes to bring her face closer.
"Maybe I do need something…", she whispered carefully. "But how could I ever thank you for being so kind…?"
Jason was a second away from touching her chest when the fitting room door swung open. Megan stepped out spinning in another dress, forcing both of them to separate immediately.
"What do you think…?" she began, but her words cut short when she noticed the strange and maybe guilty tension between them. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on Brook.
"Did something happen while I was gone?"
Brook reacted fast. She lifted her hands with an innocent gesture. "Of course not, we were just checking which dresses would look best on you."
Without waiting for an answer, she snatched from an employee the pile of clothes she was carrying.
"Here," she said, loading the dresses into Megan's arms, "why don't you try them all? I'm sure they'll look amazing on you."
Megan stared at her, suspicion still there, but slowly nodded. She backed toward the fitting room without taking her eyes off Brook and went inside again, closing the door with one last distrustful look.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Brook exhaled nervously and wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. She took a step back and bumped into Jason's chest, who had already wrapped an arm around her waist. She looked up and found his amused smile.
"Why so nervous?" he asked.
Brook regained her confidence almost instantly. She placed her hands over his and looked at him boldly. "I could ask you the same thing."
They didn't stay like that for long. Brook grabbed his hand and guided him toward an area with fewer employees. Most of them were too busy catering to Megan to notice they were gone.
Jason let himself be led and sat on a nearby couch. Brook settled onto his lap without hesitation, resting comfortably on his legs. Jason's hands slid up to her shoulders, massaging them with surprising skill.
"Oh, Megan… I'm so sorry your boyfriend, Chip, dumped you," he murmured in a fake dramatic voice while continuing the massage.
Brook writhed with pleasure, surprised by how good he was at it.
"I don't have a boyfriend… mhmm…" she tried to say, but the sentence broke into a soft moan when Jason's hands slid down to her waist and then to her lower belly, moving with a slow, calculated rhythm.
She didn't resist. On the contrary, she let herself fall back, her back hitting Jason's chest. Her face ended up close to his neck, breathing against his skin, warming it with every exhale.
Jason enjoyed the feeling of Brook's stomach under his fingers, but he didn't stop there. Seeing how she reacted to his massage, one of his hands moved up very slowly until it rested on her breast.
"Mhmmm…," Brook moaned, biting her lip, not fully processing what they were doing, more focused on the sensations than on her own judgment.
Jason massaged her breast with slow, steady gentleness. Brook's nipples pressed against the fabric, hardening with every touch. Her breathing grew unsteady.
"Ahhn…"
His other hand, still on her belly, slid down slowly to her thigh, massaging it over her clothes. "Looks like you really like it…" he whispered, locking eyes with her.
Brook could barely respond. In a quick movement, she closed the small distance between them and kissed him. Their mouths crashed together in a deep, messy kiss, saliva mixing as their tongues tangled. She had forgotten all about the plan to get clothes; right now she was only focused on how good everything felt.
Jason squeezed her breast harder and Brook trembled from the mix of pleasure and adrenaline. Growing bolder, his hand moved from her thigh until it accidentally brushed against her pussy through her pants. The contact made Brook react instantly: her legs closed around his hand, trapping it, and her whole body shuddered as if a jolt of electricity ran through her.
The kiss broke abruptly. She stood up quickly, embarrassed, staring at herself in one of the store mirrors: her hair was messy, her face flushed, her breathing uneven. And to top it off, there was a faint wet spot between her legs.
Then she looked at Jason. He was still sitting, confused, with a very obvious erection straining against his pants.
Brook tried to process what had just happened, how they had gotten that far, but another idea hit her right away. A perfect way to ruin her clothes… and besides, she was horny, so she wasn't exactly thinking straight.
She grabbed Jason's hand before he could react.
"What are you…?" he tried to say, but she cut him off quickly, red to her ears. "Don't talk…"
She dragged him straight into an empty fitting room. Jason froze for a second, confused, but went silent the moment he saw her take off her blouse without hesitation, revealing her firm, well-shaped breasts.
Brook's face was completely red while Jason stared at her openly, not even trying to hide how much he was enjoying the view. She looked away, trying to keep her composure.
"Don't just stand there staring… do something—"
"Ah!" she moaned instantly when Jason's hands took her breasts with a firm grip, squeezing them with a pressure that shot through her whole body. The feeling under his fingers was addictively good; Brook bit her lip as she watched him play with her breasts, his fingers pressing exactly where they needed to.
Jason didn't hold back for even a second. Seeing how hard her nipples were, he leaned in and caught one between his lips, licking the tip with a slow rhythm that made her tremble.
"Mhhnn…"
Her body reacted on its own, her legs pressing together and rubbing while he switched between her nipples. He kept squeezing them, massaging them, moving them, pushing them together with surprising dedication. At one point he pressed her breasts enough to fit both nipples into his mouth at the same time.
Brook's eyes nearly rolled back.
"AHMMM…" she moaned, clinging to him, feeling him devour her without control.
Jason sucked hard, hungry, with a messy intensity that made her breathing pick up. Brook couldn't hold it anymore. She leaned forward, grabbed Jason's head between her hands, and pushed him against her chest, gasping while he kept sucking eagerly. The feeling of his lips, his tongue, his hot breath on her skin… it was driving her insane.
"AHHHHH!!!"
The moan burst out of her, raw and loud, and she came, soaking her panties without being able to stop it. Jason didn't slow down at all; he kept sucking even harder, completely obsessed with her taste and the texture of her skin.
With the little strength she had left, Brook managed to push him away.
A wet pop sounded when he released her breasts.
"Ah… ah… ah…" she panted, her chest rising and falling violently.
There was no time to talk. Brook took the lead. She unbuttoned her jeans with trembling hands and pushed them down along with her panties. A thick string of her fluids stretched from her underwear to her dripping heat, shiny, warm, completely visible.
She turned around, giving him her back and sticking out her round ass toward him. She looked over her shoulder with a provocative smile.
Jason didn't waste a single second. He stepped forward and pulled her against him from behind, his erection pressing against her ass. His hand went straight down between her legs, caressing the wet entrance of her pussy.
"AHMMM!!!" Brook writhed in his hold, feeling her legs weaken instantly.
Jason didn't let her fall. He held her by the hip with one hand while the other kept playing with her pussy, tracing every fold, every edge, every drop running down her thighs. After a few minutes of that slow, torturous teasing, he finally slid his fingers inside her.
Brook's pussy clenched around his fingers immediately, squeezing him tight. Her eyes opened wide, shocked by the sudden wave of pleasure.
"UHHHHH…"
She tried to close her legs on instinct, but Jason didn't hesitate. His fingers moved in and out with a rhythm that sent her fluids dripping onto the floor, leaving marks beneath them.
Brook moaned between gasps, broken words slipping out of her mouth uncontrollably.
"Ahh— Jason— ahh…"
Her hips were shaking, and Jason noticed. He sped up his movements, making them deeper and more forceful. Brook slapped his arm with a weak hit, like she wanted him to stop, but there was no real strength or intention behind it.
Jason didn't stop. He loved her reactions, her trembling, the way her pussy clung to his fingers.
Brook came again in no time. Her pussy tightened around Jason's fingers with almost painful force as her whole body arched in his hold.
Jason pulled his fingers out slowly, and the thick mix of her juices dripped down onto the fitting room floor in heavy strings with every ragged breath Brook took.
Her breathing was shattered when Jason, unable to hold himself back anymore, yanked his pants open. He let them fall to the floor, revealing his hard erection, fully ready for her. Brook, her legs weak, fell forward slightly, placing her hands on the fitting room wall as she tried to steady herself.
"Mhhm…"
Her moans slipped out when she felt the hot drag of Jason's cock sliding over her still-sensitive entrance. Her hips trembled, but stayed up thanks to Jason's firm grip as he grabbed her ass with both hands. He kneaded her cheeks, spreading them open so he could see her sex more clearly.
"HMM!"
Brook let out a sharp moan when he slowly began pushing in.
"Fuck…" he growled through his teeth as her body gave way to the pressure of every inch.
Each slow advance mixed pain and pleasure, her inner walls tightening around him as if they wanted to keep him inside and pull him in deeper at the same time. Her fingers scraped the wall, trying to find something to hold onto, her breathing shaky until she finally felt Jason's hips slam against her ass.
He had sheathed himself completely inside her, his tip knocking against the edge of her cervix. Brook let out a broken moan as her insides stretched open entirely, filled to the very last inch.
Jason stayed still for just a moment, enjoying how Brook's pussy squeezed him, how every trembling shiver of her body massaged his cock. Brook moaned uncontrollably, still trying to process how full she felt. But Jason had no intention of staying still.
He pulled back slowly, and Brook felt her insides try to keep him, clinging to him as if refusing to let him leave. She braced for the first thrust when something unexpected froze both of them.
The fitting room door opened.
Standing there was the employee Jason had given his card to. Her face shifted from bored to horrified in a single second. Jason and Brook froze like two animals caught in headlights. The employee's mouth opened, ready to scream.
But Jason raised a hand quickly, still buried inside Brook.
"Look, you can scream…" he said, getting her attention immediately. "Or you can… and hear me out: I'll pay you whatever you want from the store if you close that door and pretend you didn't see anything."
There was a tense silence. She blinked, processing every word, weighing the situation… and finally choosing the money. She shut her mouth and then the door quickly.
As soon as the lock clicked, Jason and Brook exhaled all at once.
"Hahaha…" Brook let out a nervous laugh. "We almost—AH!" She didn't finish. Jason slammed back into her without warning.
Her pussy clenched instantly from the sudden thrust, a tight spasm that dragged a deep, shaky moan out of her. Brook laughed again through her moans. "Seriously… you're still in the mood? Ah—ah—AMMM!"
Jason had no intention of stopping.
"No one's gonna stop me from fucking this pussy," he growled, gripping her hips tightly as he began pounding into her over and over.
Brook moaned, shaking with each collision of their bodies, feeling her ass bounce against Jason's firm, determined thrusts, completely lost in the rhythm he forced on her.
Her pussy released hot streams with every thrust; each movement pulled out a new slick thread of fluids running down her thighs, dripping to the floor and forming a messy puddle beneath her feet.
"Yes… yes… yes!" she growled, feeling her pussy tighten harder and harder around Jason's cock.
He didn't just keep fucking her. He leaned forward, pulled her back, and lifted her slightly until her back pressed against his chest. Brook gasped when Jason grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard, molding it between his fingers. His other hand slid down without pause, finding her clit and rubbing it while his thrusts continued relentlessly.
Brook nearly broke at the double stimulation. "W-wait… wait, wait—wait!" she begged between moans, her voice shaking from the overwhelming sensitivity. But Jason didn't listen. Licking and lightly biting her neck, he felt her squirm in his grip, her body unable to decide whether it wanted to escape or hold onto him tighter.
"Fuck… fu-uck… FUCK!" Brook screamed, clawing at his arms as the overstimulation made her tremble uncontrollably.
"I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum!" she cried, almost in tears from the pleasure, and that only pushed Jason to go faster. He grabbed her waist tighter, lifting her just enough to bounce her on his cock, her feet barely brushing the floor.
The breaking point hit without warning.
Brook's pussy clamped down with brutal force around him. Her whole body shook and arched back as a raw scream tore from her throat.
"AHHHHHH!"
Jason felt her squeezing him, felt her insides pulsing around his cock, and it pushed him straight into his own climax. His hips tensed, his cock throbbed inside her, and he came in a hot rush, filling her nonstop.
Brook moaned every time she felt another spurt shoot into her, the warmth spreading and overflowing. And when Jason pulled back, his cock slid out with a wet sound, followed by his cum spilling out between her lips, sliding down her thighs and soaking what remained of her clothes on the floor.
Brook looked over her shoulder at him, still panting, and let out a weak laugh.
"Ha… ha… looks like you ruined my clothes…" she murmured with a teasing smile. "You better compensate me properly~♡"
— / —
Megan, who had just put on another dress, stepped out of the fitting room looking for the two who had vanished. She wasn't worried —the employee still had Jason's card— but she was surprised when she saw Brook return wearing an entirely new outfit.
"What happened to your clothes?" she asked, frowning.
Brook blushed just a little, but walked forward with a shameless smile, brushing against Jason's arm.
"Well…" she said playfully, "Jason offered to buy me some clothes and a few other things." She pointed at the enormous pile of boxes behind her. "Aren't you gonna say he's really sweet?"
Megan should have been happy, but something tightened in her stomach as she watched them standing so… close. Even so, she smiled and stepped forward, inserting herself between them.
"He really is sweet!" she said brightly.
Brook didn't back off at all. Instead, she casually walked around Megan and slipped to Jason's other side, clinging to his arm even more affectionately, like she was marking her territory.
Megan frowned at the sight of Brook pressing against Jason's arm again, clearly enjoying his company.
"I think it's time to leave," she announced with a tense smile.
Jason nodded, but before they could head to the exit, the three of them looked around the store. Half the place was empty —bare shelves, naked mannequins— like they had wiped out the entire inventory.
Off to the side were three huge stacks of neatly arranged boxes. Megan immediately recognized one tower as hers and another as Brook's… but the third one was almost as big as the other two. She frowned and stepped forward.
"And whose pile is that?" she asked, but before she could get close, Jason and Brook moved at the same time, blocking her path completely.
"Don't worry about that one," Jason said with a nervous smile. "It's nothing."
Brook nodded far too quickly and straight-up started pushing Megan toward the door. "Let's go, everything's done."
Right before they walked out, the employee stopped Jason and handed back his card while giving him a wink. Jason let out a low laugh, feeling a bead of sweat slide down his temple. But before he could leave, the manager appeared instantly, practically jumping in front of him.
"Thank you for your purchase, dear customer! We hope to see you again soon." He gestured proudly toward the mountains of boxes. "Since there are so many packages, we'll send them directly to your homes. We only need your address."
Jason blinked in confusion as the manager waited for an answer. "My address?" He looked at the girls, then at the boxes. "Don't you mean their addresses?"
The manager shook his head and pointed toward a smaller pile of clothing, almost hidden behind the other three. "These are yours."
Jason went completely blank. He hadn't bought a single thing.
Brook stepped forward with the most mischievous smile imaginable. "I thought they'd look good on you. I didn't know what to pick, so I picked a few."
Megan crossed her arms, nodding. "And I added a few things too. Don't complain, your fashion sense is terrible."
Jason stared at the manager, almost disbelieving. "And how did they pay for that?"
"Using your card, of course. Is that a problem?"
Jason shook his head quickly. "No problem."
He gave the address of his dorm room, but his mind was already going somewhere else as they walked out of the store.
If the purchases were for him, but chosen by them, the system approved them.
The idea exploded in his head. An indirect purchase.
They asked for something… and he received it.
His brain started firing off ideas at an alarming speed. Buying food for a girl and then eating from it. Buying a house for a girl and living in it. Using someone else's whims as a way to improve his own life.
He walked out of the store with a dangerous smile, but a familiar voice stopped him cold. "Jason, what the hell are you doing following me?"
He turned his head. There was Emma, holding onto Josh's arm—second-generation rich kid, or whatever that was supposed to mean.
Jason didn't even flinch. "Following you? I didn't know you owned the mall."
Emma rolled her eyes. "I already told you I only see you as a friend."
Jason was about to answer, but before he could, Megan and Brook stepped up beside him, standing half a step in front of him protectively.
Jason was ready to throw back a sharp response, but everyone froze at the same time as they realized the author had already gone past the planned word count for the fanfic. The tension eased, shared laughter rising as they all looked toward the viewer—yeah, you.
"Well, this was fun," Jason said, "but the author isn't planning to write more of a fanfic nobody asked for. Still wants to know what you think, though."
Emma stepped forward with a relaxed attitude. "Yeah, leave your ideas. And don't be a frigid bitch."
Everyone nodded as the camera began to pull back.
"Did you actually fuck him?" Megan asked as the scene faded to black.
Brook laughed, embarrassed. "I got carried away."