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[Riku's Apartment, Tokyo — Late Evening, Rainy]
Riku's gaze traced down the girl's rain-soaked form.
Her short pleated skirt clung to her thighs like a second skin, the white fabric of her uniform blouse rendered nearly translucent. The wet cotton hugged every generous curve, outlining the swell of her chest, the dip of her waist, the soft fullness of her hips. Water dripped from the hem of her skirt onto his bedsheets, pooling in small dark circles.
Riku swallowed hard.
"She'll catch a cold like this..."
His hand moved before his brain could catch up—fingertips brushing against her exposed ankle, then traveling upward along her calf. The sensation hit him like voltage. Her skin was impossibly smooth beneath his palm, cool from the rain but somehow still radiating warmth underneath.
Silk.
No, softer than silk. Like touching something that shouldn't exist outside of dreams.
So smooth...
So... so soft.
His palm skimmed higher. He could feel the subtle definition of muscle beneath plush skin, the perfect taper of her thigh. Higher still—the edge of her skirt bunching against his wrist. The flat plane of her stomach came into view, taut and unblemished. Perfect abdominal lines like something out of a gravure magazine. And above that, the rising swell of—
The narrator's voice slithered into his ear like honey-coated poison.
「Premium-grade skin. Use your tongue to taste it slowly—let the maiden's fragrance intoxicate you. Kiss and savor the milky sweetness of a young girl's body. What are you hesitating for? Just a little more and she's yours...」
Riku's hand froze mid-air.
His eyes snapped wide open.
"That was close—I almost became a complete animal!"
A blue notification window materialized in front of his face, hovering translucent in the dim apartment light.
"This is... a golden finger ability?!"
Riku's brain finally caught up with reality. "I knew it—there's no way that perverted narrator voice was supposed to be my isekai cheat system! That thing's way too sketchy!"
「...Would you like to hear yourself right now?」
Ding!
[HEDONIST SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
[You have once again terminated your own corruption route, thereby activating this system.]
Riku's attention snapped to the unconscious girl sprawled across his bed. A new blue window flickered into existence above her sleeping form.
[Name: Yukigami Nahiro]
[Status: A girl who has lost all faith in life and expects nothing from this world.
She cares nothing for her own body. Having swallowed a large quantity of sleeping pills, she awaits her corrupted ending—whatever form it may take.]
[Story: Having inherited the striking beauty of both parents, she became the target of her stepmother's jealousy and cruelty. At school, she endures constant bullying from other girls. Malicious rumors spread that she serves as the school prince's personal relief toy. She feels that her life has lost all color—that falling into ruin and death might be the only form of release left to her.]
[Affection: 0]
[Note: Affection ≤ -30 = Hatred | Affection ≤ 0 = Dislike | Affection ≤ 10 = Stranger | Affection ≤ 20 = Stranger with slight positive impression | Affection ≤ 30 = Acquaintance | Affection ≤ 40 = Friend | Affection ≤ 50 = Close Friend | Affection ≤ 60 = Confidant | Affection ≤ 70 = Rising Affection | Affection ≤ 80 = Love | Affection ≤ 90 = Obsession | Affection ≥ 100 = Complete Devotion]
[When Yukigami Nahiro's Affection drops below -100, the system will unbind from her.]
[When Yukigami Nahiro's Affection reaches 100, the system will reward ¥50,000,000.]
[Capture Yukigami Nahiro — Complete Home Run Route.]
[All money spent on this girl will be returned at 10x value. Use your assets to capture the heart of a fallen maiden!]
Riku stared at the floating system interface, his mind racing through the implications.
The Hedonist System had locked onto Yukigami Nahiro. Every yen he spent on her would return tenfold. For someone like him—barely scraping by on part-time convenience store shifts, living in a cramped apartment that smelled permanently of instant ramen and regret—this was like divine intervention.
The narrator's voice oozed back into his consciousness.
「Money? What kind of thrill does money bring? Right now, all you have to do is let your hand slide upward... cup those magnificent breasts in your palm... and she becomes your plaything. Nothing is more exciting than this, is it? Just loosen your grip on morality for one moment, and this fallen girl is yours for the taking...」
The voice dripped temptation with every syllable.
But Riku had seen the system window. He'd read her story.
Bullied. Slandered. Driven to the edge by people who should have protected her.
His hand wouldn't move.
One night of pleasure, a lifetime behind bars.
Riku grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over her body, tucking it gently around her shoulders. He knelt down and arranged her rain-soaked shoes neatly by the bedside, taking care to set them parallel.
This decision had cost him. Every fiber of his lizard brain screamed in protest.
The narrator's words had been tempting. Disgustingly, horrifically tempting.
But what good was that voice besides running its mouth?
「A fallen girl! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Don't you want to be the one who finishes her story? Just pull back the blanket. Remove her clothes...」
Riku's expression had gone cold. Calm.
"There's a difference between eating once and eating forever. I know which one I want."
「.........」
He took a long shower, changed into dry clothes, and collapsed onto the couch with a thin blanket pulled over himself.
Sleep came quickly.
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The next morning.
Sunlight spilled through the apartment's thin curtains, warming the dusty air.
Yukigami Nahiro's long lashes fluttered.
She opened her eyes slowly.
This wasn't the park.
The room was saturated with an unfamiliar masculine scent—not unpleasant, actually. Clean. Like fresh laundry and sandalwood, with no trace of the garbage-rot stench she'd half-expected from being "picked up" unconscious.
She pushed herself upright, the blanket sliding down to pool at her waist.
"So I got picked up after all. Was it some old man...?"
Her pale grey eyes swept across the small apartment until they landed on the figure sprawled across the couch.
Him?
The boy from last night. Young—her age, maybe a year older. Dark hair falling messily across his forehead. Features that walked the line between handsome and approachable.
Nahiro's face remained perfectly blank. Whatever had happened to her body, she couldn't bring herself to care.
She glanced down at herself.
Her shoes and over-knee socks had been removed.
But her uniform remained intact—buttoned, zipped, undisturbed. No strange smells clung to her skin. No soreness between her legs. No ache in her jaw. Just a dull headache from the pills and the fading fog of artificial sleep.
"He only removed the socks and shoes?"
A flicker of something passed through her eyes. Suspicion, maybe. Did this boy have some kind of... unusual preference? A foot thing?
Nahiro slipped out of bed and bent to pull on her shoes.
The soft sounds woke Riku.
He sat up groggily, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and found himself staring directly into the girl's face. In the morning light, she was even more striking than he'd realized—delicate features arranged with almost cruel perfection, silver-white hair cascading past her shoulders, grey eyes as cold and remote as a winter sky.
"You're awake..."
Nahiro's expression didn't change. She stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until her face hovered less than half a meter from his.
Close enough for Riku to feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. Close enough to catch her scent—something light and clean beneath the residual dampness, like fresh snow on cherry blossoms.
"You didn't do anything?"
Her voice was flat. Emotionless.
Cold as carved ice.
Riku scrambled backward and accidentally dropped onto the couch cushions with a soft thwump.
"N-No... I just didn't want you to catch a cold, so I took off your shoes..."
"And the socks?"
"...Yes."
A pause stretched between them.
Then Nahiro spoke again, her tone unchanged.
"Don't you want to do something?"
Riku's brain short-circuited.
"Do? Do what?"
Nahiro's head lowered. A flush crept up her pale cheeks—the first color he'd seen on her face since she woke. Her slender fingers drifted down to grip the hem of her pleated skirt. Slowly, deliberately, she began to lift.
She didn't care about this body anymore. Not really. But saying it out loud—offering it—still made her heart race. This would be her first time, after all. Even a fallen girl could feel nervous.
The fabric rose, revealing more and more of her creamy thighs.
"N-No no no!"
Riku's refusal burst out before he could stop it.
The words left his mouth.
Regret hit him immediately after.
「A request from a fallen maiden—and you REFUSE?! Are you even a man?! Just ask again! Say you changed your mind! She'll agree to anything! SAY IT! SAY IT—!!」
The narrator's voice shrieked in his skull.
And honestly? Riku did regret speaking so quickly.
But then—
A small red heart with a plus sign flickered into view.
[Yukigami Nahiro — Affection +10 (Unfamiliar Stranger)]
Before Riku could process this, Nahiro's body pitched forward.
She landed on top of him, pressing him deep into the couch cushions. Her chest crushed against his arm—soft, heavy, warm—and her face hovered inches above his. He could feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of her blouse. The scent of her hair filled his nostrils. Her breath came quick and shallow against his jaw.
"I can do it."
The same question. The same flat tone.
But this time, her body trembled almost imperceptibly.
Riku felt his own breathing grow ragged. Heat pooled low in his stomach. She was soft everywhere she touched him—her breasts pillowing against his forearm, her thighs bracketing his hip, her weight settling into him like she belonged there.
He wasn't some legendary sage. He didn't have the willpower of steel.
His hand rose slowly. Palm settling against the small of her back. He could feel the curve of her spine through the damp fabric, the warmth of her skin bleeding through.
Then—
Riku lifted his head.
His lips pressed gently against Nahiro's forehead.
The contact was soft. Chaste. Almost innocent.
But for Nahiro, the sensation crashed through her like a thunderbolt.
Masculine warmth flooded her senses. The unexpected tenderness of his mouth against her skin. Heat. Safety. Something she hadn't felt in so long she'd forgotten it existed.
Her body trembled.