If you looked at me on paper, you'd probably think I had the perfect life.
Satoru Hihashi, seventeen. Third-year at Shinonome Academy. Top 1% of my class, vice-captain of the track team, fluent in English, and on track for Tokyo University.
People call me everything from "prince" to "future politician."
But there's one title no one knows about…
> "Pervert."
And that title came crashing down on me like a meteor in the middle of the school courtyard.
"A-Aiko, wait, I can explain—!"
"Don't touch me, you freak!"
Aiko Hanesawa, my girlfriend of eight months, stood trembling before me—tears in her eyes, her delicate hands clutching a plastic folder I'd forgotten in her bag last night.
The folder that held the one thing I never wanted anyone to see.
> My hidden stash of MILF gravure photos.
Curvy older women in tight aprons. Office ladies with undone blouses. Mature housewives pressing their chests against fogged-up windows.
All high-quality, tastefully organized… and now, exposed to half the student body.
"You're disgusting!" she cried, throwing the folder to the ground. The pages fluttered like dying leaves—landing right between my feet.
Gasps echoed around us. Whispers. Laughter.
"Oh god, look at that one! That's a mom cosplay, right!?"
"I thought he was classy… bro's down bad!"
"I knew it! I knew he was weird!"
Aiko turned away, covering her face, and ran down the hall.
And I stood there—stone-still—my private obsession spilled across the floor like some twisted exhibition.
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Thirty minutes later, I was standing on the school roof in the rain.
Not because I was about to jump.
No. That would be too dramatic. Even for me.
I just… needed to breathe.
To escape the whispers, the stares, the heat behind my ears.
> "A pervert. Really? That's what they're going to remember me as?"
I sat with my back against the fence, raindrops soaking through my uniform. My phone buzzed over and over—messages from classmates, curious creeps, one from Aiko that just said:
> "Don't contact me again. I'm embarrassed I ever liked you."
I couldn't even be mad.
I mean… who did I think I was?
Perfect student by day… closet MILF-freak by night.
I knew it was weird.
Hell, even I thought it was weird sometimes. But something about older women… the curves, the confidence, the way they looked at you like they already knew all your secrets… It just did things to me.
I liked maturity.
I liked experience.
And apparently, that made me a monster.
> BOOOOOOM!
Suddenly, the sky lit up like it was noon.
I looked up—and everything went white.
A blinding flash.
A crack of thunder that shook the heavens.
Then… nothing.
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"…Mmmgh."
When I opened my eyes, I was in my bed.
Thunder still rumbled outside the window, but the storm had passed.
My clothes were gone—changed. I had a blanket tucked over me, and I could faintly smell disinfectant.
"…Mom?"
No answer.
My head pounded. My chest burned. And just as I sat up—
> [System Initializing… Loading Erotic Response Operating System…]
"HUH!?"
A glowing blue screen appeared in midair, just above my lap. I blinked. Rubbed my eyes. The screen stayed.
> [Welcome, Satoru Hihashi.]
[You have been chosen as the host of the E.R.O.S. System!]
[Level up by seducing and satisfying mature women. Every action will be judged. Every success will be rewarded. Do you accept your destiny?]
I stared at it.
Then I laughed.
"Okay. Okay, brain. Real funny. Just knock me out with lightning and give me a sex game while we're at it."
The screen pulsed again.
> [Warning: Refusal will result in total hormonal shutdown.]
"…T-TOTAL WHAT!?"
> [Accept? Y/N]
My hands moved before my brain did.
> [Y]
The screen vanished. And for a moment, everything was silent.
Then came the voice.
Smooth. Feminine. A little too seductive.
> "Let's make you irresistible, Satoru-kun~"
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The next morning, I felt… different.
Like my senses had been turned up.
I could hear my mom humming from downstairs. Smell the faint citrus scent of her shampoo from here.
The sunlight through the window felt warmer. My own body felt leaner, sharper, more reactive.
> [System Active. New Target Approaching.]
Target?
The doorbell rang.
"Coming~!" my mom called. A moment later, I heard her voice rise. "Rei-chan! You're early!"
"Wanted to get a head start on unpacking. Hope you don't mind!"
My blood froze.
Rei Kawashira.
Mom's best friend since college. Divorced two months ago. Moved away to Fukuoka… and now apparently, moving in next door.
I hadn't seen her since I was thirteen.
And even back then, she was…
No.
No way.
The stairs creaked.
And then she appeared.
Curves.
Everywhere.
Tight white blouse, long flowing skirt, her honey-brown hair tied up casually. Her smile was the kind you see in commercials, except real—warm, teasing, and completely blinding.
"Is that little Satoru-kun?" she cooed, leaning over to peer into my room.
Her blouse drooped slightly.
I saw the edge of lace.
My brain short-circuited.
> [Target Acquired: Rei Kawashira. Age: 38. Relationship: Mother's Best Friend. Libido Level: 81%]
[Skill Unlock Available Upon First Physical Contact]
I choked on air.
"Y-You're living next door?" I croaked.
She smiled.
"Mm-hmm. Just me and my girls. I hope you'll be a good neighbor, Satoru-kun~"
I think I died again.
But this time…
I didn't mind.
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TO BE CONTINUED.