[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Three simultaneous dings rang in his head as an holographic screen appeared before him.
[Congrats! Successfully fucked Brenda Miller: Facilities Manager of FiberNest.]
[Option 1: Become the Facilities Manager of FiberNest.]
'Option one?'
[Option 2: Choose other options…]
'Option 2?' Owen's thought rang again, as he stared at the holographic screen in confusion.
" What the fuck?" He cursed under his breath upon reading the second option was to choose other options.
'Oh shit, I should leave here first before diving into further thoughts.'
Throwing a dismissive glance at Mrs Brenda's slumped body resting on the elevator doors, still relishing the banging he gave her with his seeds on her ass, Owen hurriedly pulled up his overall and slipped in his arms before skidding towards the cleaning prolly.
[Option 1: Become the Facilities Manager of FiberNest.]
[Option 2: Choose other options…]
[You have 30 seconds left- 00:29]
'Fuck!'
Seeing the holographic screen clear and reappear with a timer to it, Owen cursed inwardly.
Leaving behind the prolly, across the corridor, he dash towards the metal door with push bar by the side. Appearing on the stairwell, he let out a relieved sigh seeing there was no possibility of him being watched.
[Option 1: Become the Facilities Manager of FiberNest.]
[Option 2: Choose other options…]
[You have 30 seconds left- 00:18]
"She might be a bitch, but for a second option to appear must mean something."
Staring at the ticking timer, Max felt something inside him that he might be making a mistake by choosing the first option.
[You have 30 seconds left- 00:08]
"Fuck it, maybe next time."
Throwing away his dream to get Mrs Brenda fired right away by taking her job. Owen gritted his teeths.
'I chose Option 2.'
Right after he said these words, the screen changed.
[Option 2…]
[ [ [ "Sixteen thousand?" Max almost shouted out in excitement at the huge sum of money. His eyes glinted with joy and his body quivered in happiness. However, quickly quelling his emotions, he froze and his expression turned thoughtful.
'Technically, it still isn't worth an exchange for guaranteed employment. Considering that a manager at least gets paid six to eight thousand a month, working diligently for three months should earn more than that amount… for an average person.' pausing briefly, Owen's eyes regained their excited glint as he scanned the 'select' option on the screen. His eyes moved to the next line of words.
[Option 2…]
[ [ [ 'Digital bonds huh? An average or normal Bond should be priced at least one thousand, even if the value is high. It still remains 'if'.
I am urgently in need of money as of the moment, I don't want to get killed by those bastards too… As for NSFW Points, we can reason that later.'
Concluding his thoughts, Owen grinned at the holographic screen.
'Select' he shouted in his mind, however the screen remained the same.
'Select' he thought again and the same result. Realizing that he couldn't possibly choose to answer this with his mind, Owen raised his finger with doubt and pressed the select [ $16000 compensation]. To his surprise, his fingers didn't phase through the screen but produced a subtle hard feel.
[Ding!]
[$16,000 compensation has been deposited into your bank account.]
Just as the voice sounded in his head.
Ding!
A distinct notification sound came from his pocket.
With disbelief etched on his face, Owen brought out his phone to see its lit screen and the alert on it.
(Deposit Alert: $16,000 credited to your account. Thank you!)
'It so fucking real?' even with the holographic screen having been with him for more than twenty minutes, receiving an alert of sixteen grand from fucking one fat woman still felt surreal.
Just when he thought it was over, the holographic flashed and cleared with another ding.
[Ding!]
[NSFW Committed: calculating…
+50 NSFW Points
+50 NSFW Points ]
[Ding!]
[You've received 100 NSFW Points.]
"Huh?"
Taken by surprise, the screen cleared and then a new series of words appeared on it.
[Presenting NSFW System Interface]
[User: Owen Ainsworth
Skill: Trigger Physical Stat: 30
Charm: 5
Luck: 20
NSFW Points: 100
NSFW Shop: 1000 NSFW Points needed to unlock.
Account Balance: $ 16,267.00
Debt: $100, 000.00
Companies Owned: 0
Shares: None
Employment Log:
Full Time Janitor at Quanta Group subsidiary company: FiberNest
Part time Worker at ???
Part time Waiter at ???
Part time Tutor at ???
Part time Babysitter at ???
Part time Server at ???]
'What are NSFW Points?' Assessing his status screen, Owen couldn't help but ask himself, rhetorically upon seeing he needed about one thousand NSFW Points to unlock access to a shop feature.
[Not Safe For Work Points Watching porn at work place, sex, abusive, violence…]
Reading through the unexpected response, Owen revealed an enlightened look.
"NSFW acts?" Owen muttered under his breath.
"It was a nice choice not to get that bitch fired." He said to himself with a wide grin on his face.
Moving to important matters, he also thought of how wealthy he could become from henceforth.
"To simply put it… I just need to fuck women. The wealthier the woman is , the richer and more opportuned I become."
Taking a glance at his own appearance, Owen shook his head disapprovingly.
"I'll need top level handsomeness and an athletic body to truly connect with women of such level."
"For the meantime, I should strike my shots with any woman I see."
Finished briefing himself on his goals, Owen pulled the door handle and stepped out into the corridor. His eyes settled on the cleaning prolly and reluctantly walked to push it forward. Arriving at the Elevator, there was no sign of Mrs Brenda anywhere.
"I almost forgot."