Ken sat on the edge of the lumpy bed, chest still rising and falling in heavy rhythm, staring down at the wreckage he'd made.
Lila and Sera were out cold—properly passed out this time. Sprawled on their backs, legs splayed at unnatural angles, chests rising in shallow, uneven breaths. Their lower halves were a disaster: puffy, angry-red folds gaping open like they'd forgotten how to close. Assholes twitching in tiny, helpless spasms, still leaking slow dribbles of his cum mixed with their own slick. Every few seconds one of the holes would clench weakly, then relax again—open, ruined, splurting a final weak bubble of white before going slack.
He reached out almost absently and gave Lila's gaping pussy a light slap—wet smack echoing in the quiet basement.
Her body jolted once, a soft, unconscious whimper slipping from her lips, but she didn't wake. The red puffiness jiggled, another tiny spurt of cum oozing out like her body couldn't stop even in sleep.
He did the same to Sera—sharper this time. Slap. Her asshole twitched violently, clenching then gaping wider for a heartbeat before settling back into that ruined O. A fresh dribble followed.
Ken exhaled through his nose. Satisfied. Wrecked. Whatever.
The System pinged again, like it was bored of the silence.
[Round 3 rewards deposited. Check inventory, degenerate.]
Ken blinked the menu open mentally.
There it was: a small grid of slots. Most empty. One glowing faintly purple.
He focused on it.
A ticket materialized in his palm—solid, real, heavy for its size. Deep violet cardstock with intricate golden trims curling like vines around the edges. No text on the front, just that elegant border and a subtle shimmer when he tilted it in the dim light.
He turned it over. Blank back too.
"What the hell is this supposed to be?"
The System didn't answer right away.
Ken frowned deeper. Scrolled the inventory again.
"Where's the fifty silver? Quest said +50 silver. I see the coupon—ticket—whatever—but no coin pouch."
[Sighs...]
The System actually sighed. Dramatic. Annoyed.
[It's in their purses, obviously. Take it.]
Ken stared at the floating text like it had slapped him.
"You're telling me to rob them? While they're passed out from me wrecking them?"
[Technically, it's compensation. You provided a service. They owe you.]
"I'm not a thief, you glowing piece of—"
[You're already a wanted panties thief.]
Ken froze.
The memory flashed—first day in this world, fresh off the isekai truck, System shoving that stupid starter quest down his throat: "Steal the panties of three women or lose the size of your dick." He'd done it. Barely. The wanted poster was still probably nailed to some tavern wall somewhere: "Panties Bandit – Approach with Caution (and Clothes On)."
He rubbed his face hard.
"That was your fault. You forced the quest."
[And you completed it. Enthusiastically. Don't act pure now.]
Ken glared at the ceiling.
"So what—you want me to dig through their shit while they're unconscious? That's low, even for you."
[Low is your brand. Take the silver. Or starve. Your choice, degenerate.]
Ken muttered a string of curses under his breath, stood up—cock finally softening—and padded over to the pile of discarded dresses and small leather pouches they'd dropped by the door.
He crouched, opened Sera's first. A few copper coins, a hairpin, a tiny vial of perfume. Then the main purse—silk drawstring. Heavy.
He tipped it. Silver glinted. Counted quickly.
Fifty exactly.
He snorted.
"Of course. You planned this."
[Sighs... Obviously.]
He pocketed the coins, feeling like the worst kind of scum—and also weirdly justified.
The purple ticket still sat in his other hand. He turned it over again, frowning.
"So... this thing. What does it do?"
No answer.
He waved it like a credit card.
"System. Explain."
[Random Coupon. Use it when you're ready. Or don't. Surprise is part of the fun.]
Ken groaned.
"You're the worst wingman in two worlds."
The System pinged one last time—almost smug.
[Sleep. You'll need it. Tomorrow's chores won't do themselves. And neither will your new... regulars.]
Ken glanced back at the bed.
Lila shifted in her sleep, a soft whine escaping as her gaping hole twitched again—another weak splurt of cum leaking onto the sheets.
Sera curled tighter, hand drifting protectively between her thighs even unconscious.
Ken sighed—for real this time—and dropped back onto the mattress between them.
Alis, still miraculously asleep in the far corner, mumbled happily.
"Ken... smell like... girls..."
He pulled the thin blanket over the three of them.
Closed his eyes.
The purple ticket stayed clutched in his fist.
Whatever it was... it could wait.
For now, the basement was quiet.
Except for the occasional soft, unconscious twitch from ruined holes still leaking his claim.
Ken woke to sunlight stabbing through the tiny basement window like it personally hated him.
His body ached in places he didn't know could ache—back, hips, thighs, even his damn forearms from gripping so hard. Worth it, maybe. He shifted, and the mattress creaked under the combined weight of three wrecked bodies.
Lila was still out, face buried in the pillow, one leg thrown over his thigh like she'd claimed territory even in sleep. Her lower half was still a crime scene: pussy lips swollen and dark red, gaping slightly even relaxed, the rim puffy and glistening with dried cum. Every shallow breath made the hole twitch once—tiny, involuntary—like it was dreaming of being filled again.
Sera had rolled onto her side during the night, ass toward him. Her holes were no better: asshole a loose, red-ringed O that hadn't even tried to close, pussy lips bloated and parted, a slow trickle of leftover mess still seeping onto the sheet in lazy drops. She'd clenched in her sleep at some point—another weak splurt bubbled out, then nothing.
Ken stared for a long second.
Then reached over and gave each ruined entrance a single, deliberate slap—light but sharp enough to make the flesh jiggle.
Lila jolted awake with a hoarse yelp. "Nngh—fuck—!"
Sera's eyes snapped open next, body curling instinctively. "Ow—gods—don't—"
Both of them stared at him—wide-eyed, sore, still half-broken from the night before. No sass. No teasing. Just raw, quiet fear mixed with something exhausted and submissive.
Ken sat up slowly, stretching. "Morning."
Lila swallowed hard, voice cracked. "You… you're awake."
"Yep."
Sera pulled her knees up, trying to hide the mess between her legs. It didn't work. The movement just made more cum drip out in a slow, obscene trail. "We… we can't do that again. Not today. Please."
Ken tilted his head. "Who said anything about today?"
They both relaxed a fraction—then tensed again when he grinned.
The System pinged right on cue, cheerful as ever.
[New Day. New Quests Loading. Also: Your Random Coupon is still unused. Tick-tock, degenerate.]
Ken glanced at the purple ticket still clutched loosely in his fist from last night. The golden trims caught the morning light, shimmering like it was mocking him.
He waved it at the ceiling. "Still not telling me what this does?"
[Sighs… Use it or don't. Curiosity killed the cat. Or in your case, might get you laid in interesting ways.]
Ken snorted. "You're useless."
He tucked the ticket into the pocket of his discarded pants—right next to the fifty silver coins he'd lifted from their purses. Felt a little less guilty about it now that they were both alive and breathing. Mostly.
Lila sat up gingerly, wincing with every movement. "We… we should go. Mira's gonna come down here eventually."
Sera nodded frantically. "Yeah. And if she sees this—" She gestured weakly at the soaked, cum-stained sheets and their wrecked bodies. "—we're all dead."
Ken stood, stretching again. "Go ahead. Door's that way."
They stared at him like he'd grown a second head.
"You're… letting us leave?"
He shrugged. "I'm not chaining you. Yet."
That "yet" hung in the air like a threat wrapped in silk.
Lila and Sera exchanged a terrified glance—then scrambled for their dresses with painful slowness. Every bend, every step made them hiss. Fabric stuck to dried fluids. They didn't bother cleaning up properly; just pulled clothes on over the mess.
As they reached the stairs, Lila paused, looking back.
"You're… coming to the Blue Rose later?"
It wasn't a question. More like a plea wrapped in resignation.
Ken smirked. "Maybe. If the chores let me."
Sera whimpered softly. "Please… give us a day. Just one."
Ken considered it.
Then shook his head. "No promises."
They fled up the stairs—limping, wincing, holes still twitching under their dresses with every step. Ken heard Mira's sharp voice from above: "What in the hells happened to you two?!"
The door slammed shut.
Silence returned to the basement.
Alis finally stirred in her corner—yawning hugely, stretching like nothing had happened.
"Ken… smell like… scared girls…"
Ken laughed—low, tired.
"Yeah. They are."
He glanced at the ruined bed, the splattered sheets, the faint lingering scent of fear-sweat and cum.
Then at the purple ticket in his pocket.
Whatever it was… it felt important.
Dangerous, maybe.
He'd find out soon enough.
For now, though—Mira was yelling his name from upstairs.
"Boy! Chores! Now!"
Ken sighed—for real.
Grabbed his shirt.
Time to play house-husband again.
While the coupon burned a hole in his pocket.
And two brothel girls limped back to their lives, holes still gaping, still leaking, still remembering the monster who'd turned them into fountains.