Forbidden Desires Revealed
You have revealed your forbidden desires.
Corruption Degree +1!
Higher Corruption Degree grants basic affinity bonuses from depraved characters like saints, heroes, and sages... while boosting chances to acquire corruption traits!
Keep raising your Corruption Degree!
The system window floated before his eyes.
Corruption traits, huh...
From what he remembered, every trait in the 'Corruption' category was utterly unhinged.
Things like emitting a seductive scent that ramped up rational arousal to extreme levels.
Or stamina transcending human limits.
Or even making protein taste sweet.
Think of them as traits exclusively for 19+ content.
Wonder if I'll ever need 'em.
For Lee Han, who was focused on survival and raw power, they were clearly low priority. But if a situation ever arose where he needed to subjugate those types? They might make for a killer joker card.
With that thought, Lee Han turned to Seria.
Her slender shoulders trembled, pale and quivering.
"Seria."
"Y-yes!"
"You know the inn's dirty little secret?"
"P-pardon? Isn't it just... the cheapest inn on the village outskirts...?"
What if she doesn't buy it? Eh... whatever. We've crossed the line ages ago—might as well go all in.
He'd already openly declared his pedo fetish and straight-up said he'd kidnap her. This much was fine.
"Down in this inn's basement... some wild shit is going down. Aphrodisiacs, hallucinogens, sleeping drugs—you name it."
"Eek...!"
"If I hadn't shown up today?"
"N-no way...!"
"Yeah. Spot on. You'd have rotted away as the innkeeper's plaything."
It was a lie, really. This being an erotic game, there was a virginity protection mechanic.
Fail to pay up, and that event triggered.
Seria, oblivious to that, went sheet-white.
If it hadn't been that creep...
She swallowed hard. And another thought crept in.
Wait—could be bullshit.
Might not matter anyway... Seria swallowed again.
She... realized it. She'd reached the end of the line for her life.
Her original endgame? Getting crushed under that filthy pig of an innkeeper.
But the destination had changed.
To being crushed under that man—the handsome, well-built savior who'd rescued her sister.
And maybe her sister too, all together under him...
Seria gulped, her body shivering violently.
Lee Han pondered how to broach it, then spoke.
"Anyway, I'm planning to set up a base in this village soonish."
"A b-base...?"
"Yeah. A base. Think of it as a safe fortress. Once it's up, you can crash there. I'll even teach you magic."
"...!"
Seria gulped again. She recalled a book she'd read with her sister.
The one where the heroine gets forcibly impregnated and trained by the prince.
...This is exactly my situation.
Feeling the heat flush her face, Seria bowed her head and mumbled.
"I'm just a sickly burden with no strength. No way I have talent for that..."
Lee Han felt it anew. Definitely an erotic game base.
He didn't get why these lines worked, but they did—so he leaned in.
"I like it when girls cry."
"...Huh?"
"Seria. I bet it'd be fun watching you fail at magic practice and break down in frustration."
Lee Han had two reasons for keeping Seria close.
First: Unlocking one of the unique traits via a 'Ultra-Hard Achievement CG'.
Boost Seria's affinity or Corruption Degree, then deliberately skinship with another heroine right in front of her—or stage a 'lover stolen' scene.
That triggered her secretly watching, pleasuring herself alone: the infamous 'NTR Voyeurism' CG.
And second.
By lore, Seria had continent-top potential in magic affinity.
He had zero magical foundation for handling mana. But prolonged exposure to a mana-affinity monster like her in the same space?
The system would trigger for sure, letting him awaken mana sensitivity or absorb magic-related traits!
"For now, till the base is ready, stay at my mountain cabin where your sister's at. Way comfier than this dump."
Lee Han stood, adding,
"Oh, and those herbs you need? I can procure 'em. No worries."
Seria's voice trembled as she hesitantly spoke.
"Um, Master."
"Master? I didn't mishear that?"
Lee Han blinked dumbly.
Seria... felt an odd thrill as she continued.
"I've... been kidnapped by you now, so you're my Master, right?"
Seeing his blank face, she pressed on.
"Master... do you know about my illness? The herbs' effects? Is that why you're keeping me...?"
"Ah. Yeah, I know. Heard it from Ariel."
Seria's eyes spun at his words.
Her face burned as she whispered,
"Knew it... total pedo..."
"..."
Lee Han realized the ridiculous misunderstanding. But denying it felt even more pedo. Just get on with shit.
"Anyway, gotta step out for a bit. Be good and wait."
"P-pardon...? Now? After getting me all worked up like this?"
Lee Han shot her a baffled look.
"Ah, n-never mind...!"
"Back in under an hour. Gotta tie up some loose ends proper."
He pulled out a candy and handed it over.
"Not much on me. Suck on this while you wait."
"Oh...!"
Seria's eyes flickered as she took it.
This thoughtfulness.
Even sweet snacks... This thoughtfulness!
Plus, he'd saved her and her sister!
And finally... Master.
As a female, it was her duty to please her Master.
Seria recalled a naughty book she'd secretly peeked at.
With grim determination, she unwrapped the candy.
She touched it lightly to her tongue, then turned her head.
"Master. I can do this much for you..."
Her wet eyes gleamed as she moved to lick it stickily—
"...?"
Seria's pupils lost focus, wandering the air.
"Huh?"
Tongue out, candy in hand, she blinked blankly like an idiot.
The audience had long since climbed out the window and vanished from the inn.
In the back-alley shop of Linde Village sat merchant (real) Werner, grinding his teeth.
His body was a mass of bruises, scabs clinging everywhere.
His shattered hand was crudely wrapped in bandages, his face flushed beet-red with rage and humiliation, ready to burst.
Every memory of five hours ago surged with blood-laced killing intent.
That ungrateful bastard...
Sure, he'd scammed him before, but he'd done business, right?
That alone was a huge favor!
Fuck...
He'd woken from blackout in broad daylight, buck-naked in the middle of the street.
The villagers' mocking laughs, the guards' merciless caning—that humiliation!
The lowest degradation he'd never imagined in his life!
And what crushed Werner deeper: the merchant guild he'd slaved for his whole life.
Anonymous tip-off.
Once word spread of imperial law violations and tax evasion reports to the guards, they cut him loose.
His life's fortune faced seizure, and tomorrow? Dragged to jail to break rocks in the quarry.
"My life's over... all ruined..."
Bloodcurdling curses leaked from his lips.
"But I won't die alone. No fucking way! That goddamn woodcutter prick...!"
He emptied his emergency funds.
Ha, sharing a table with these fuckers...
Linde's lowlife criminals, whom he'd dismissed as vermin.
Now dining with them. Werner gnashed his teeth.
"So, Sir Werner. You want us to rough up some wood-chopping village bumpkin?"
A greasy-faced man sneered, gouging the table with his knife.
Werner glared with bloodshot eyes, growling.
"Yeah. I'll give you his cabin's location—crawl up that mountain and drag his ass here."
He slammed a pouch of silver coins on the table with his mangled hand.
"Chop off his limbs, bring me a meat lump corpse? Full pay. But... drag him alive, screaming, to my feet? Triple it."
The clear jingle sparked greedy glints.
"Kuhahaha! Deal! Shredding one hick for this cash? Profitable as hell!"
"Hahaha! Sir Werner, you're a big spender!"
"Hit us up next time too!"
Werner thought again how pathetic he was.
No guts for adventuring, just loitering scum...
Forcing a smile on his twitching lips, he clinked mugs, trading filthy jokes—
Thud. Roll...
A red-tinted glass vial rolled in.
...?
Werner wondered what it was.
Perfect Throw proficiency increased!
Throwing Lv.1 → Throwing Lv.2
Now occasionally targets vitals. Permanent +3% crit chance.
Oh. Nice. Lee Han clenched his fist.
Then the follow-up CG alert.
Event Triggered!
CG Unlock Conditions Met!
View CG?
CG Title: Lai Lai Cha Cha Cha! - Private Jjajang & Train Play
Now this I gotta see. Worth skipping the trait for, honestly.
How the hell do I hold back?