Ding!
A translucent blue system screen suddenly popped up into existence, right over Aria’s splattered glasses.
[Sudden Quest: The Ultimate Cuckold Manifestation!]
[Objective: Aggressively pound a high-tier heroine directly in front of her official boyfriend.]
[Failure Penalty: Excruciating, 48-hour testicular twisting, followed by your penis permanently shrinking to the size of a cocktail peanut, and receiving a permanent aura of high revulsion from every single female within a five-mile radius!]
[Reward: $1,000,000. Protagonist Halo reduced by 5%.]
[Ti Limit: 2 Days.]
[Note: At this current point in the narrative, you are physically weaker than a generic worker ant!
If any of the main heroines’ boyfriends catch you executing sothing crazy with their girls, you are getting instantly vaporized!
Hehehe. Enjoy your peanut-sized future!
So you will finally know the pain... cough, cough... I didn’t an myself, of course, but others... you know... people who have peanut penises!]
That was the exact, monuntally stupid quest that a highly bitter, virgin creator had dropped onto his interface a day ago!
Kaizen knew for a fact he would have to pull off a literal, cosmic miracle to survive this.
Just like that crusty, peanut-dicked author stated in the patch notes, any of the main male leads would imdiately obliterate him if he tried a public stunt.
It was a foundational truth of this degenerate ga world.
After all, the boyfriends were all ridiculously overpowered prodigies.
Leo-kun, Kaito-kun, Ichigo-kun, and hell, even that weeping live-stream entrepreneur Kenji-kun possessed a higher combat rank than Kaizen at this point!
’The bastard explicitly engineered this quest knowing my current low rank! Damn it!’
Kaizen cursed internally, adjusting his stance.
He had honestly been wondering why the creator of this trash world hadn’t tried to screw him over lately.
The last malicious quest was four whole days ago.
’Analyzing the narrative patterns here, I bet that virgin author has so kind of cooldown limitation on how frequently he can spawn these system prompts.’
But the absolute silver lining here was the reward pool.
One million dollars!
One actual million!
That was an astronomical sum compared to the chump change he received from the previous missions.
And knowing the petty nature of the creator, he would never bless Kaizen with a million bucks out of the goodness of his heart.
’There is definitely so hidden restriction between the creator’s power and these high-tier quests. The bigger the penalty, the bigger the payout.’
Pant... pant... pant...
The thoroughly drained princess Hina was still resting limply in his upper arm.
Kaizen looked down, noticing that Madam President Aria was still trapped in a complete, dazed trance, her eyes vibrating between his glistening at and Hina’s widely stretched, dripping core.
Just because the system threw an impossible, suicide-tier task at him didn’t an Kaizen was going to just sit around and accept a peanut destiny.
Absolutely not!
Kaizen was a fiercely competitive, high-tier gar who ended up trapped in this R-rated universe precisely because he had trash-talked that incompetent creator in the first place!
It was a matter of professional pride to beat this ga on maximum difficulty.
A slow, highly dangerous villain smile ford on his lips.
As always, he didn’t rely on brute strength; he relied on elite psychological tactics.
He had already planted the seeds of corruption inside this academy, the roots were growing beautifully, and the harvest season was right around the corner!
"Hah! Now that was what I call a highly productive, high-cardio training session."
Kaizen announced loudly, breaking the heavy silence of the bedroom.
"Are you officially satisfied with the results, Madam President? You know... regarding your highly urgent, constitutional welfare check?"
With zero ceremony, Kaizen casually dropped the completely exhausted, twitching body of Hina backward onto the ruined mattress, before raising his arms high into the air to let out a massive, luxurious stretch.
By executing that overhead stretch, his massive, veiny dick automatically swung upward right across Aria’s splattered face.
He could physically feel the warm, ragged blast of her hyperventilating breath against his lower shaft.
And the exact microsecond he dropped his arms back down to his sides, the heavy, purple-headed weapon slowly slithered right back down across her lips.
Through it all, her glazed-over, corrupted eyes followed the movent of his at like a compass tracking the north pole!
After a long, agonizing mont of pure, short-circuited silence, she finally managed to squeak out a reply.
"Y-Yes... The official welfare check is... completely complete~"
"And what exactly are the final administrative results, Madam President?"
"H-Hina-chan is... completely, 100% okay. Her vital signs are... highly satisfactory..."
"Hah! Fantastic."
Slide... slide... slide...
The logistical reality of the situation was absolute cody gold.
Because his massive, heavy weapon was resting directly against her mouth, every single ti she opened her lips to speak, small, sticky drops of his residual cum would casually seep right into her mouth.
And the most unhinged part? She didn’t seem to care a single bit!
She didn’t spit, she didn’t gag; she just smoothly swallowed the data.
Furthermore, every ti her jaw moved to articulate a syllable, the thick, veiny shaft would friction-rub all over her plump lips.
It was a high-stakes ga of anatomical roulette.
Just one single, clumsy slip of her tongue and that roaring Kraken would effortlessly invade her entire mouth cavity, conquering her throat just like that!
The current, utterly corrupted Aria was practically on her knees ntally...
Desperately waiting for him to grab her by her disciplinary uniform and claim her own paradise garden right next to the unconscious princess.
Her body was fully prid for the harvest.
But... Kaizen had a strict, system-enforced tiline to maintain.
That malicious, virgin creator’s countdown tir was actively ticking away in his peripheral vision.
He couldn’t afford to waste his load on a solo encounter right now.
’She is officially completely broken.’
Kaizen thought, looking down at the drooling, splattered president with absolute strategic satisfaction.
’At this rate, it’s only a matter of hours before she fully submits and says a resounding "yes" to my proposal. Maybe I’ll arrange the final eting for tomorrow itself...’
The trap was fully set, and poor, crying Kenji-kun had absolutely no idea his entire romantic future was about to be turned into a premium, front-row cuckold spectacle!
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