My system felt like it was wired directly into my mind. With nothing more than a thought, the interface materialized before my eyes.
[Ultimate Charm System — Online]
[Host, you have cleared the Tutorial Quest. Your journey toward greatness begins now.]
[Affection Levels (AL): A numerical value that measures how romantically a target loves the Host.]
[When a target's AL reaches 100, they become permanently loyal and faithful to the Host—body, mind, and soul.]
I just stared at the floating screen, mouth hanging open.
So… if I raised Rita's AL to 100, she'd be loyal to me and me alone?
A more rational part of my brain immediately snapped back.
She's your sister, idiot.
Raising her Affection like that was crossing a line. What we'd done on that livestream had been forced by the quest. There was no reason—no excuse—to push things any further.
The system continued.
[Secondly, Currency Points (CP): Earned randomly upon quest completion or actions deemed worthy of reward.]
[CP may be used to purchase items from the System Store.]
[CP may also be spent to increase the Host's stats.]
A system store?
Whoa…
[Lastly, EXP: Gain EXP to level up.]
I exhaled slowly. "Alright… alright. Now show me the rewards. I earned something for that nightmare of a tutorial quest, right?"
[REWARDS]
[+5 CP]
[+10 EXP]
[A-Rank Skill: Sexual Profile]
[Black Dragon Debit Card]
[Displaying Host Profile Panel…]
Name: Mark Branford
Age: 20
Skills:
Charm LV1 (Passive): Increases the chance of targets liking you. Scales with skill level. At LV1, only one target may be charmed at a time.
I read the description twice, then frowned.
Was this why my hot-headed sister hadn't immediately tried to throw me out a window when I walked in on her mid-stream?
The system wasn't finished.
[(New)Sexual Profile LV1: Allows the Host to view sexual details of a target—breast size, body count, and more. Additional details unlock at higher levels.]
I swallowed.
Okay… this one was unexpectedly useful. And dangerously tempting. I couldn't wait to test it.
[Host Attributes]
Strength: 5/10
Vitality: 6/10
Dick Size: 6/12
Appearance: 5/10
Confidence: 2/10
HP: 6
CP: 5
EXP: 90/100
Yeah. About what I expected.
Painfully average.
I slid to the final panel.
[To Walk the Path of an Ultimate Charmer Is Not Easy]
[Here Are The Pillars You Must Attain:]
Physical Appeal — a face people naturally gravitate toward
Wealth
Social Status
Confidence — without desperation
And Lastly, Sexual Aura.]
I nodded slowly.
Honestly? The system wasn't wrong. In today's world, those five alone could catapult anyone straight up the social ladder.
But wealth…?
I worked part-time at a grocery store. How was I supposed to become rich overnight?
As if reading my thoughts, the system chimed again.
[You are forgetting the Black Dragon Debit Card awarded for completing the tutorial.]
[Balance: 1,000,000,000,000 USD]
[PIN: Your Date of Birth]
I blinked. Then laughed. "A trillion dollars? Yeah, okay. Very funny."
But the system wasn't joking.
[Black Dragon Card — Important Usage Restrictions]
All funds may only be spent on designated heroines. This includes gifts, dates, accommodations, transportation, luxuries, and any item or experience that benefits the heroine.
The Host is strictly prohibited from spending even a single for selfish reasons.
…What?
What the actual fuck?
I get a trillion-dollar card I'm not even allowed to use?
[For every dollar spent on a heroine, the Host will receive 10% of that amount as an Affection Dividend—paid only after the heroine reaches 100% Affection.]
A sleek black card embossed with a golden dragon emblem materialized in my hand. I stared at it, jaw slack.
So I had to spoil girls senseless—and only get ten percent back after maxing their Affection?
Was this even legit?
A trillion dollars didn't feel real. That was an obscene amount of money.
With a tired sigh, I let myself fall backward onto my bed.
I willed the card to vanish, and it instantly flickered into my inventory.
This was too much.
Way too much for one night.
Sleep first.
The rest… I'd deal with tomorrow.
**
Sunday morning came early.
I woke up, took a quick bath, and freshened up. Once done, I returned to my room and dressed simply—a navy long-sleeve T-shirt, black trousers, and plain white sneakers.
Normally, I worked weekends. But I'd asked my manager for time off to go to see Enny, so I wasn't scheduled. Still, boredom won out, and I decided to head in anyway.
I took a taxi and arrived just as the shop opened.
Mr. Darren—the forty-year-old manager who had an obvious crush on my mom, and probably the only reason I'd been hired—was seated at the counter with his granddaughter, Alice, working through the books.
They both looked up in surprise when I walked in.
"Good morning," I greeted.
"Mark!" Darren gasped. "Aren't you supposed to be off today?"
"Uh… I decided to come in anyway."
Alice beamed. "Well—welcome! Things were hectic without you."
"I'm your guy," I said, rolling up my sleeves. "Just tell me what needs doing."
Darren tossed me an apron. "New goods need sorting and labeling." He stepped away from the counter. "Thanks to you, I can finally take care of my other errands."
And just like that, he was gone.
Leaving me alone with Alice.
"I thought you went to check on your girlfriend," she said softly, meeting my eyes.
I looked away, my mood darkening. "I don't want to talk about it."
She hesitated, curiosity flickering across her face, then nodded.
Alice was… well, Alice. Gentle, innocent, and also kinda shy. She preferred staying out of the spotlight, but her beauty made that impossible.
Guys practically swarmed the shop because of her, probably the reason we had more male customers than female ones.
And yet, she'd rejected every confession that came her way. No one knew what kind of guy she liked.
On impulse, I decided to test my new A-rank skill on her.
Just the thought was enough.
The Sexual Profile activated automatically, an information panel hovering above her head.
[Sexual Profile]
Name: Alice
Age: 18
Breast Size: C-cup
Number of Sexual Encounters: 0
Other Information: Locked]
I stared in disbelief.
Alice… was a virgin?
No way.
With her looks, you're telling me she'd never slept with anyone?
"Um… hey." She waved a hand in front of my face.
I jolted back to reality.
"You've been staring....well, at me," she murmured, fidgeting as her cheeks flushed pink.
"Oh—sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?"
"Um… no. It's just that…"
"I really am sorry," I said quickly, retreating to my task.
Alice was beautiful and sometimes, like today, she looked fragile. She wore black yoga shorts with white trim and a soft orange blouse.
Customers stared all the time, and it clearly bothered her. If I did the same, I could only imagine how uncomfortable she'd feel.
I focused on packing goods and labeling prices.
That was when trouble arrived.
A black Mercedes-Benz rolled to a stop in front of the store.
The driver stepped out first, dressed head-to-toe in designer labels—Gucci from top to bottom.
Gold chains glittered at his neck, and an expensive rolex watch hugged his wrist. He drew attention instantly.
Two men followed him out, both in crisp gray suits with a minimalistic silver eagle emblem on the right pocket.
Instead of shopping, the leader headed straight for the counter—straight for Alice. His steps radiated arrogance.
"Hey, baby girl."
Alice visibly shrank.
"Saw you the other day. Came to get your number."
"I—I don't have a phone, sir Clarice," she replied politely, bowing her head.
"No need for formalities. Call me Brian." He chuckled, leaning closer and grabbing her hand. "And you know I can buy you one. Anything you want."
"I appreciate the offer," Alice said, voice trembling, "but I don't need a phone."
Everyone knew Brian Clarice.
Firstborn of the Clarice household, one of the most powerful families in Astras. When he set his sights on something, he took it.
And now, his eyes were on Alice.
I stood up.
His behavior pissed me off.
"Let go of her hand."
The entire shop went silent.
Even Alice looked shocked.
Brian turned slowly, disgust curling his lips. "And who's this insignificant cockroach?"
I met his gaze. "The cockroach that's about to make your nose bleed."
Before he, or his lackeys could react—
BAM.
My fist connected with his face, harder than I'd expected.
He stumbled back, blood streaming from his nose as his men caught him. Red stained his expensive clothes.
He stared at me in disbelief.
"Call the family ambulance!" one of them shouted.
Honestly, it wasn't that bad—but rich kids would be rich kids.
They rushed him out, but before leaving, Brian shot me a venomous glare.
"You'll pay for this, you filthy wretch."
"Looking forward to it," I said, bowing mockingly.
And just like that, the chaos ended.
TBC