GILF and a system Activation!

Adonis had no fucking clue what was happening.

One second, he was gasping for air, the world blurring around him until only a tiny speck of light remained. The next?

That tiny speck of light bitch-slapped him straight in the eyeballs, blinding him.

And now?

Boom.

He was here.

Somewhere.

Somewhere that wasn't the goddamn afterlife, which was a fucking rip-off because if anyone deserved a VIP ticket to heaven's finest ass buffet, it was him.

'What the fuck?! Didn't I die?!'

And Jeff. That motherfucker Jeff.

'That two-faced son of a bitch actually did it.'

Adonis felt rage bubbling inside him, but mostly? Confusion.

Because why? Why the hell would Jeff betray him?

Was it for money? No goddamn way. Adonis had given Jeff enough cash to buy an island, fill it with supermodels, and still have change left over for a gold-plated bidet.

Then what?

It's not like stealing other people's wives and girlfriends had any real consequences, right?

…Right?

Well, Adonis truly didn't fucking know.

'FUCK. It hurts like hell!'

His whole body felt like it had been run through a meat grinder, set on fire, and then beaten with a bat just for fun.

He groaned, stretching his arms, rolling his aching shoulders—and that's when his eyes finally took in the room.

And holy shit.

This place was fucking ridiculous.

The bedroom was massive—like, obscenely long. Floor-to-ceiling windows surrounded him on almost all sides, except for one.

The view? A goddamn skyline.

'Penthouse?'

His eyes narrowed.

'Who the fuck owns this? I don't remember buying some billionaire fuckpad—unless I blacked out and impulse-purchased one.'

Not impossible.

But highly unlikely.

As Adonis scanned the room, his eyes suddenly locked onto something unusual—a chair lying on its back.

More specifically?

A pair of long, sexy-as-hell legs sticking out from behind it.

'The fuck?'

Curiosity—and horny instincts—overpowered his pain for a second as he limped forward, tiptoeing like a sneaky pervert to get a better look.

And holy fucking shit.

Lying there, out cold, was an absolute goddess.

Face? 10 out of 10. No, fuck that—11 out of 10.

Jawline so sharp it could cut through all the bullshit in his life.

Lips? Plump. Full. Kissable. The kind of lips that whispered bad decisions at midnight.

Golden blonde hair cascaded around her like a damn Pantene commercial, shimmering under the penthouse lights.

And that body?

Oh, sweet, merciless hell.

She wasn't in the big tiddy, dump-truck ass category, but she had that "medium is premium" kind of figure. Just the right curves in all the right places.

And the skirt she was wearing?

Short enough to tempt.

Long enough to be frustrating.

The white coat over her shoulders looked doctor-ish, maybe nurse-like, but modest. Classy. Innocent.

Or at least, she would have looked innocent—if Adonis wasn't currently fighting for his life to peek under her skirt.

His entire body screamed in pain, but fuck it, some things were worth suffering for.

With a heroic effort, he leaned down, wincing as every muscle in his busted-up, still-kind-of-dying body protested.

'I need to see it. I fucking need to see under her skirt.'

Adonis, a man barely clinging to life, suddenly had a new reason to survive—and that reason was hidden beneath this goddess's skirt.

His hand, shaking like a junkie reaching for his last fix, gripped the tiny slit of the fabric.

Slowly. Carefully.

He lifted.

And lifted.

And—

Stockings.

Fucking STOCKINGS.

Thigh-high, skin-tight, cock-blocking STOCKINGS.

"Motherfucker!"

He groaned, his body protesting every inch of movement.

But he wasn't done yet.

Pain? Irrelevant.

Shame? Never heard of it.

The revolution? Ongoing.

He gritted his teeth, shifted his weight forward, and leaned in harder—a warrior marching through the battlefield of agony for one, single, holy cause.

Then he saw it.

Pink.

Fucking.

PINK.

His soul ascended. His eyes sparkled like a virgin seeing boobs for the first time. His hands came together, clapping in pure joy—

And then reality cock-slapped him back to hell.

His entire body seized up in pain, and he collapsed backward, writhing like a dying fish.

"FUUUUUUUCK!!!"

Then—like a horror movie jumpscare—the woman suddenly shot up from the ground.

"Oh my god! Forgive this imbecile, sir! I-I will heal you right away!"

She was flustered as hell, voice trembling as she saw this half-dead, probably-high-as-fuck, billionaire playboy convulsing on the bed like he just overdosed on horny.

Adonis, gasping for breath, still managed to smile.

'Worth it.'

At the same, something else caught his attention.

'Heal? Heal?! What the fuck does she mean by heal?!'

Adonis barely had time to process the word before—

'OH HOLY FUCK!!!'

He screamed internally like a man seeing his first pair of tits—except this was not a tit-related emergency.

Her hands glowed.

No, literally fucking glowed.

A golden light beamed out of her palms and sank into his chest, and suddenly he could breathe again. The pain started melting away, muscles relaxing, body unclenching—but fuck all that noise because—

HER. ENTIRE. HAIR. STARTED. GLOWING.

'What the fucking fuck?!'

This was beyond drugs. This was beyond alcohol. This was some straight-up fantasy RPG bullshit, and he was NOT prepared.

Was he hallucinating? Was this the afterlife?

Or—was this chick an actual angel?

… An angel with some god-tier tits, holy shit.

Her hair lit up like a goddamn anime protagonist mid-power-up, and her entire presence screamed 'ethereal goddess.'

And yet.

Even with all this mind-melting supernatural fuckery happening, Adonis remained himself.

His perverted, slow-corruption-loving, millionaire-playboy self.

So naturally—even as he reeled in shock, even as he questioned his own sanity—his eyes drifted straight back to her tits.

'Boy, boy, boy.'

He muttered on his mind, shaking his head like a man admiring fine art.

What? He was still a man of culture.

He could be horrified and horny at the same time.

Adonis prided himself on one thing.

He wasn't just some smooth-talking stud who fucked and fled—nah.

He was a connoisseur. A fucking artist.

Slow corruption was his kink.

The art of making a woman crumble, one sinful whisper at a time, until she practically begged to be ruined.

But right now? He was the one getting fucked.

Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually.

Because the angelic titty-goddess in front of him was trembling like a scared puppy and mumbling—

"I-I-I got scared when you woke up all of a sudden and screamed. I didn't mean to leave you in pain, forgive this idiot."

Huh?!

Adonis blinked. Why was she stammering like he was some tyrant?

"…Please d-don't hurt my family…"

"…"

'WHAT THE FUCK?!'

Hurt her family?! Bitch, what?!

What kind of mafia-boss, warlord, human-trafficker-ass shit was this?!

Adonis had done some questionable shit in his life.

Fucked another man's wife? Yes.

Fucked another man's girlfriend? Absolutely.

Fucked another man's mom? Once. By accident.

But terrorizing innocent families?!

NOT HIS BRAND.

So WHY was this glowing-ass, angel-faced woman shaking like he was a walking war crime?!

His brain was on fire with questions, but before he could even process the absolute fuckery of this situation, she suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Let me help you, sir—"

AND THEN—HOLY FUCK.

PAIN. AGONY. HEADACHE. BRAIN OVERLOAD.

It was like a floodgate burst open in his skull.

A tsunami of memories.

Scenes of him—With HER.

And just like that… he knew.

He knew why she looked at him with fear. He knew why she begged for mercy.

And most importantly—

He knew that he had been a massive, colossal, dick-swinging, power-tripping ASSHOLE.

"…Oh, fuck me."

Why?

Why the fuck did he have memories of this?

Memories of shit he NEVER did. Memories of people he NEVER met.

And most importantly—

MEMORIES OF A TOOTHLESS GRANDMA ON HER KNEES, WEARING A BLINDFOLD, WHILE HE SAT ON A THRONE WITH HIS LEGS SPREAD, HOLDING A FUCKING BANANA AND A CARROT.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Was this some next-level BDSM farmers' market roleplay?!

Why the fuck was granny in front of him like she was about to win the "Gulper of the Year" award?!

And WHY did she look suspiciously not like a grandma?!

The fuck kind of MILF-turned-GILF situation was this?!

He had seen some freaky shit before.

Hell, he had DONE some freaky shit before.

But this?

This was beyond fuckery. This was SATANIC.

And just when he thought this acid trip couldn't get worse—

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

A blue screen popped up in front of him.

A fucking system screen.

Like the ones he had seen in manhwas and light novels.

But instead of some badass quest like "Defeat the Demon Lord" or "Unlock Hidden Powers"—

He got THIS shit:

[Welcome to the Sinful Lust System, Host.]

[Your first quest is here!]

[Quest: Deepthroat this woman!]

[Description: Deepthroat this married woman.]

[Time: 30 minutes]

[Reward: Full system activation]

[Failure results in system being non-integrated, thus stranding you in this world alone with more enemies than you can count who are out for your blood!]

Adonis had never felt his balls retract into his body so fast.

'THE FUCK YOU MEAN DEEPTHROAT THIS WOMAN?!'

One second, he was feeling lucky as hell.

The next?

He was officially FUCKED.

To top it off, here was another problem too… something he hadn't thought about.

'B-But I have goddamn erectile dysfunction! How the fuck am I gonna get a deepthroat if little star ain't gonna become big star?!'