Nolan squinted against the harsh glow of the fluorescent lamp in his living room. It was the bright morning sunlight, filtering through the blinds, that truly roused him from his restless sleep.
"Looks like I fell asleep here again," he mumbled groggily, keeping his eyes half-closed as he let the words escape, barely aware of his surroundings.
A deep yawn followed as he stretched, his muscles protesting the movement. Slowly, he rose to his feet and carefully moved toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window. He sidestepped the mess he'd left the night before—empty beer bottles, half-eaten chips, and scattered manga books littering the floor in chaotic disarray. The view from the window was serene, overlooking the quiet little town of Eryndala, still waking up as the townspeople began their busy routines.
He couldn't help but appreciate his own slower pace. Fortunately for him, he didn't need to rush. He didn't have to go to work; a luxury most people couldn't afford.
As he gazed out the window, his thoughts wandered back. He hadn't always had this calm, carefree life. The memory of losing his parents in a car accident just after his college graduation still stung, even after all these years. It had shattered him, leaving a hollow space he tried to fill with work. He threw himself into his job, becoming a relentless workaholic, hoping it would numb the pain.
But one evening, as he was heading home from a particularly grueling day, something strange happened. He spotted a bright lottery sign flashing in the window of a convenience store. Normally, he wouldn't have given it a second glance. He didn't gamble, never had. But on that night, something—almost like a whisper—is compelling him to buy a ticket.
To his astonishment, he won. The grand prize—95 million dollars. It was an unimaginable stroke of luck, a sudden windfall that set him up for life. At 25, he retired without a care. He sold his parents' house soon after, the place filled with too many memories he couldn't bear.
He needed a fresh start, far away from everything that reminded him of the past. He chose a small town at the edge of the province, where the pace of life was slower. There, he bought a piece of land, built an apartment complex, and started renting out units, finding solace in the quiet rhythm of his new life.
Nolan yawned again, stretching as he glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Seven already, huh?" he murmured, shaking his head to shake off the lingering grogginess.
A fleeting smirk tugged at his lips. "Just in time. Ava should be getting ready for school," he muttered, a gleam in his eyes that hinted at something far less innocent.
He moved briskly, gathering the remnants of last night's mess—empty bottles, crumpled snack wrappers, and scattered manga volumes—and shoving them into a trash bag. The living room wasn't spotless, but it was good enough. Without another word, he hurried toward a locked door at the far end of the apartment, pulling out a key from his pocket.
Nolan had a secret, one he'd guarded zealously. Beneath the calm, unassuming exterior he presented to the world, he harbored an obsession that no one else knew about. When constructing the apartment complex, he had taken the opportunity to install secretly state-of-the-art micro-cameras in each unit. They were seamlessly hidden, their feeds connected to a powerful computer in what he called his "den."
The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room lined with monitors, each screen showing a different angle of the tenants' private lives. The faint hum of machines filled the air, a stark contrast to the eerie stillness of the space.
Nolan sat down in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard. His eyes scanned the screens before settling on one: Ava's room. The young tenant's bedroom appeared on the monitor, and he leaned in closer, the glow of the screen reflecting in his eyes.
Ava Carter is a petite teenager, with long platinum blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She has a C-cup chest and a firm, well-shaped butt, likely a result of her athletic background as the school's cheerleading captain. She was raised by a single mother, with her father's whereabouts remaining a mystery—even to her. From what Nolan had gathered, she attended a nearby all-girls school, a place that often fueled his imagination. In his mind, it was the epitome of paradise.
At the same time, Nolan selected the screen displaying her bedroom, Ava emerged from the bath, her skin still glistening with moisture, a bath towel wrapped haphazardly around her.
"Looks like Ava is running late. By now, she should already be eating her breakfast," Nolan muttered, his eyes fixed on the monitor.
Nolan always found himself drawn to the young teenager—Her smile, the way she spoke, and her undeniable cuteness. He wanted nothing more than to see her in the most depraved way, especially if it was by his own doing. Of all his tenants, she was his favorite to watch.
Nolan takes out his already-rock-hard dick from his pants, standing proudly at 6 inches. He slowly stroked his cock, as he watched Ava dressing up.
He watched as the towel—the only barrier—slid down to the floor, revealing Ava's perfectly toned, athletic figure—her perky breast accentuated by the soft lighting, with her stiff, straight nipples perhaps a result of the lingering chill from her shower. His eyes trailed lower, drawn to her bubble butt, something he longed to bury his face into more than anything. And finally, there was the delicate patch of hair that framed her so delicious-looking pussy, a view that filled him with an indescribable sense of arousal.
Nolan watched, absentmindedly stroking his cock, as Ava hastily put on her underwear, and dressed up in her school uniform. Her movement cut off his fun, but he was already too deep into it and wasn't about to stop now. As Ava disappeared from the feed and went off to eat her breakfast, Nolan clicked on something on the main monitor. He then watched a few of his collected videos of her—some showing her masturbating.
It works wonders for him, and just a few moments later, he cummed.
A blinding flash then suddenly fills his vision, along with a high-pitched sound that makes his ears ring. As quickly as it comes, it vanishes, and everything gradually subsides. Everything returns to normal— if your definition of normal includes a floating number showing 1% appearing at the center of your vision.
'Damn, am I going crazy? Has my retribution already come? Have I overdone it?' Nolan asked himself in great bewilderment while gazing blankly at the number that went up over time.
For the next several minutes, he observed the numbers increasing before his eyes, wondering what would happen when it reached 100%.
'Is this a countdown to my death? Or maybe a...?' The question hung in the air. As much as Nolan wanted to deny that the percentage meant his death, he couldn't think of any other plausible explanation for his situation.
Cold sweats clung to his back as he watched the number climb, reaching 100. He tightly closed his eyes, bracing for anything unexpected. But instead, he heard a chime followed by a robotic voice.
[System awakening complete.]
[Welcome to the Depravity System, host. The system will encourage your depravity and provide the means to fulfill your desires.]
Nothing could have ever prepared Nolan for what just happened. A torrent of emotions surged through him—relief that he hadn't died, awe at the impossibility of what had just occurred as something straight out of a fiction novel had now become his reality.
"W-what? A system?"
[Indeed, host.]
"W-what are you?" he shakily asked, his bearings slowly returning.
[I am the Depravity System. My purpose is to encourage you to act on your perverted desires and in doing so, you will earn points that can be used to purchase anything you can imagine from the System shop. Also, I possess all the capabilities of the systems found in your fictional novels.]
Nolan pinched his thigh, his fingers digging into his skin as he tested if this was truly real or just some bizarre dream. A sharp, almost painful sensation shot through him, and his heart skipped a beat.
'It hurts!' he thought, his eyes widening in astonishment, the cold reality of the moment sinking in. His breath quickened, and a wave of disbelief washed over him. What once seemed like a mere fantasy had now become his undeniable reality. The screen in front of him, the strange sensations, it was all too vivid to ignore.
"Right! The status window!" Nolan blurted out, sitting up abruptly, his mind racing as he remembered how protagonists in novels always reacted when encountering their system for the first time. His pulse quickened, the anticipation making his hands tremble slightly.**
"Status window!" he called out, his voice echoing through the dim, almost oppressive silence of his den. The stillness of the room only made the moment feel more surreal as if time itself had slowed down, waiting for what would happen next.
With a soft electric whirr, a blue holographic screen flickered to life in Nolan's vision, its edges shimmering as it hovered in place. The display was precise and clean, glowing with an otherworldly light that almost seemed to pulse with each passing second.
[Nolan Pierce]
[Titles: None]
[Penis Length: 6 inches] +
[Cum Volume: 3 mL] +
[Skills: None]
Nolan's eyes narrowed in curiosity as he observed the plus signs next to the length and volume. His heart racing slightly from the odd sensation in his gut.
Without thinking further, he cautiously pressed the plus sign, half-expecting something to happen immediately. A brief moment of stillness followed before a new message appeared, bold and clear.
[Need 500 DP (Degenerate Points)]
"Degenerate Points? What are those? Are they the points you're talking about, System? If so, how do I earn them?" Nolan fired off questions one after another, his mind racing with curiosity and excitement.
[Yes, host. You can earn DP by engaging in degenerative acts, which I will now list below for your reference.]
Kiss on the lips: 10 DP
French kiss: 25 DP
Spanking 50 DP
Grope breast: 50 DP
Grope butt: 50 DP
Grope pussy: 100 DP
Handjob: 200 DP
Footjob: 200 DP
Titjob: 300 DP
Blowjob: 300 DP
Swallowing: 100 DP
Cunnilingus: 300 DP
69: 800 DP
Thighjob: 800 DP
Vaginal sex: 1000 DP
Anal sex: 1200 DP
[Point System Rules]
-All points are doubled the first time an act is performed with a new potential partner.
-A multiplier of up to x2 is applied depending on the partner's state of undress.
-A multiplier of up to x2 is applied based on the partner's willingness.
-Additional modifiers may be granted by active titles.
-Hidden modifiers may also apply.
"Damn" Nolan said in amazement.