The Sinful System: From Mortal to Harem God

The world was dull.

Classes were boring, people were predictable, and even when the hottest girls in school threw themselves at me, I felt... nothing. Nada. Zero interest.

It wasn’t just a lack of attraction—it was like my body refused to acknowledge them at all. No excitement, no desire, just a numb emptiness.

At first, I thought I was broken. Maybe I had some weird medical condition, maybe I just hadn’t met "the one." But as the years passed, I realized something else—this world was simply unworthy of my attention.

‘What’s the point of living if I can’t enjoy it?’

I walked home, hands stuffed in my pockets, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of gold and crimson. My mind drifted, as it often did, to fantasies of another world.

A world where I wasn’t some useless teenager trapped in a meaningless loop of school and sleep.

A world where I had power, status, and most importantly—a harem of the most drop-dead gorgeous women at my beck and call.

But that was just a dream. A fantasy.

Until he arrived.

🚛💨 TRUCK-KUN.

A loud HOOONK! ripped through the air, snapping me out of my thoughts. My head jerked up just in time to see a massive truck barreling down the street, brakes screeching as the driver lost control.

My instincts kicked in.

A woman stood frozen in the middle of the road, paralyzed in shock as the metal beast bore down on her.

And holy hell—she was sexy as sin.

Long silky hair cascading down her back, curves that could put goddesses to shame, and a dress so tight it looked like it was sculpted onto her body. Her lips parted slightly, breath hitching as death approached.

Time slowed.

My body moved on its own.

I sprinted forward, adrenaline pumping through my veins, every muscle screaming as I shoved her out of the way—just in time.

Her eyes widened, her lips forming a single word. "You...?"

Then—

🚛💥 IMPACT.

I didn’t even feel pain.

Just darkness.

Weightlessness.

I was floating.

A vast, endless void stretched before me—silent, cold, and suffocating.

‘So this is death?’

Then, something changed.

A warmth. A blinding golden light burned through the darkness, forcing my eyes shut. A voice, soft yet commanding, whispered through the void.

"Foolish mortal… your journey is not yet over."

My heart pounded.

Who was that? A god? A demon? The Grim Reaper?

"Your desires… your ambitions… they have been heard. A world of power awaits you. A world where your deepest cravings will be fulfilled… if you can seize them."

I tried to speak, but no words came out.

The warmth grew stronger. Powerful. Consuming.

Then—

I felt softness.

Silk.

Warmth.

A bed.

I gasped, my eyes flying open, and what I saw nearly made my soul explode.

A woman sat before me—no, a goddess.

Long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face so breathtaking it could make emperors fall to their knees. Her violet eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched me, a soft smirk playing on her lips.

And her body… holy hell.

A silk robe clung loosely to her curves, the fabric slipping just enough to reveal smooth, creamy thighs and the slightest hint of forbidden perfection beneath. Her chest rose and fell with every slow, deliberate breath—an unspoken challenge in her gaze.

I swallowed hard.

My mind? Unholy thoughts.

I wanted to ravish this woman.

Then—she smiled.

And my entire soul trembled.

"Hello, Richard," she purred, voice dripping with amusement.

"I can hear all your thoughts."

Oh... oh shit.

End of Chapter 1.

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