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This novel contains: material for adults (sexual relations, explicit language), although it does not focus 100% on that aspect. The distribution is as follows:
70% character and story development.
30% R18 scenes.
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"They're hitting me from behind!" Marek shouted. "I repeat! They're hitting me from behind!"
"You know that sounds bad, right?" One of his friends replied through the game.
"HAHAHAHA"
"Who's hitting you from behind? HAHAHA"
The laughter of his other friends echoed through his headphones while Marek laughed as well.
"Fuck them!" he shouted into the microphone, pressing the walk and jump keys at the same time. "Come on, there's only one left!"
Everyone went silent as they searched for the bastard on the opposing team.
"I FOUND HIM!" one of his friends yelled, completely deafening him.
-Player: "me_pican_los_cocos" eliminated.-
"HAHAHAHA, you can't be that bad, man," Marek replied when he saw that he'd been taken out by a headshot.
But he fell silent seconds later, as one by one his friends were eliminated by: "HackProGamer777."
"That bastard is hacking, no doubt," one of his friends said.
"Seriously, there's no way he's that good out of nowhere."
"Dude, he's only got 4 kills and they're all from just these rounds, what the hell?"
"Relax, guys, I'm still here, the best one," Marek said while focusing all his attention on the most exciting match of the week.
"THERE HE IS!" he shouted as he switched weapons to a rifle, aimed at him and…
Thass
'Huh?' His screen along with his computer shut off out of nowhere. "Don't fuck with me!" Marek shouted, shaking the monitor from side to side, furious.
Then he heard his phone vibrate and its screen light up with a notification.
When he picked it up, he didn't need to pull down the notification bar to know what it was about: the power to his apartment had been cut for not having paid the rent in weeks.
"What shitty luck…" he muttered, standing up from the chair and throwing himself onto the bed.
'I don't even have a job… how does he expect me to pay the rent?' he thought irritably, rolling over while turning on his mobile data.
He was 20 years old and majoring in electrical engineering, a demanding degree that, thank God, had finally reached a break thanks to summer vacation.
'Should I ask the bank for a loan?' he thought, opening the banking app. But when he saw the red numbers, that idea vanished immediately.
-Bank Account-
Balance: $10.
Debt Due: $1000.
Deadline: Overdue. (10% daily interest will be applied while the user does not pay the debt.)
"Fuck…" he muttered, quickly exiting the app. If he didn't see it, it didn't exist. Simple as that.
Tin
The notification from his favorite web novel arrived on Marek's phone like a divine miracle in the most boring moment of his day.
'What chapter was I on again?'
When he saw the novel's cover, he couldn't help but shudder with pleasure. 'Those curves so… god.'
"I'd love to have one of those all to myself… I'd fuck her every morning as soon as I woke up."
He said it without filters. Who was going to say anything to him? He lived alone, so his days were split between going to school, studying, gaming, and watching porn along with his favorite novel.
Now that vacation had arrived, he only dedicated himself to playing on the computer with his friends while they shamelessly talked about their teachers' asses.
"The SSS Villainesses Want to Rule the World," he murmured the title under his breath as he navigated to the latest published chapter, titled: "Announcement."
'I hope that bastard author didn't cancel it.'
But as if the world heard him, that was exactly what happened. The novel he had devoted hours, sweat, pleasure, and money to had been canceled.
"Don't fuck with me! I wanted to know if the villainesses won in the end or not! You bastard author!" he shouted at his phone screen as he abruptly sat down on the bed and began typing his comment, all gloomy, directed at the author.
-Nemesis: Son of a bitch, what does it cost you to keep writing the damn novel a little longer? I don't want excuses about having a job because I spent my allowance on this novel, so money isn't the problem. What a bad image you give. What am I supposed to read to entertain myself now? You disappoint me. GO TO HELL.
A pretty bad comment, just like that novel he had jerked off to more than once.
Without another word, he turned off his phone and tossed it aside, closing his eyes as he let out a heavy sigh. "Damn… how I loved that novel."
He got up from the bed and walked toward the window to pull back the curtain and let some light in. But he had barely taken a few steps when he heard his phone go off several times in a row, signaling multiple notifications.
"But who the hell is it?" he muttered, thinking it was his friends insulting him for disappearing at the end of the match.
He chuckled at the thought and bent down toward the bed to grab the phone, though he had to push aside several dirty tissues from jerking off on previous nights.
'Shit.' He thought as he had to stretch farther than expected.
When he finally reached it, he sat on the edge of the bed and saw that they weren't messages from his friends, but from the author he had just criticized.
'What cheap excuse is he going to throw at me now?' he thought with amusement, reading his reply.
-Autornovato7: Money isn't the problem, the problem is that writing this porn novel with one hand is difficult ;) I appreciate your daily donations, but unfortunately I got bored of writing this masterpiece. It has no ending, I admit it. But if you liked the novel that much, then finish it yourself. Modify as much as you want and fulfill your wildest desires. Thanks for reading: The SSS Villainesses Want to Rule the World.
"What…?"
The reply was very vague. Marek liked reading, not writing. 'Shitty author.'
He tossed the phone onto the bed again and went to the bathroom. A jerk-off in the dark was exactly what he needed.
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When he finished, he walked out of the bathroom normally, but in the darkness he ended up stepping on something he couldn't identify.
"Shit!" he shouted in fright when his phone appeared in front of him, floating.
He didn't even take the time to look at what the screen showed and ran toward the door.
But just as he was about to reach it, something struck him on the head with such force that he lost his balance and ended up falling face-first against the doorknob.
And everything went dark.
The only thought he had was that he had died.
'Shit, shit, shit… I didn't even get to have sex with a sexy woman…' Marek thought, noticing that he couldn't speak for some strange reason.
He tried to look around for something, but nothing. Everything was too dark to distinguish anything.
He couldn't even feel his body. It was as if… he didn't have one.
'Is this what being dead is like? I thought it would be… more epic.' He had imagined there would be sexy angels welcoming them while sending them to heaven or hell.
Then, a strange golden light appeared before him, blinding him completely. When his vision adjusted, he saw a golden screen floating in front of him.
'A system?' he thought, recognizing the typical screen that appeared when you were sent to another world.
[Loading….]
[…30%…. 66%…. 77%… 99%]
[Starting system…]
'Yes, yes, yes!' he thought excitedly, imagining the possibilities he would have in another world. Being the protagonist, with an OP system that gave him missions, growing stronger, and over time making the heroines fall in love with him.
[Lust System]
[Welcome!]
[Host Name: Marek…. No last name.]
'Lust System? Seriously?' Apparently he had gotten a porn system. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing…
'And what the hell is that about not having a last name?'
[You are being transmigrated to: "The SSS Villainesses Want to Rule the World."]
[When transmigration is complete, you will receive information about your current status.]
'Huh?... NO! Wait, anywhere but there!' The worst possible world was that one… and on top of that he had gotten a porn system.