My Eros System Grants Me Infinite Romance Routes
Chapter 3: Choice Detected...
CHAPTER 3: CHOICE DETECTED...
"Choose now, h ost," the voice of the system whispered to him in his mind.
Akira blin ked at the glowing red text that was in front of him. His heart was still beating fast from everything that had happened. "You hav e to be kidding me."
[OPTION A: Suppress your urges. Reward: +2 CHARM]
[OPTION B: Jerk off to the viral video of your humiliat ion. Reward: +5 PERV-POINTS]
Akira let out a bitter laugh. "You’re not serious," he replied, s haking his head. "This is a mess. You expect me to... what? Get off to that?"
The system mockingly said, "Oh, darling, don’t act like you’re bigger than it." Don’t you want power? Power demands hones ty... and indulgence. Pick, sweetheart. I’m dying to see which one you’ll choose."
Ak ira kept walking. "Y eah, right. I’m not playing your perverted game."
"Refusal detected," the system chimed in. "Host must choose."
"I said no."
The glow foll owed him till he reach his apartment door. He slammed it shut behind him, the screen still burning bright in his vision.
"Choose now, host," the voice repeated .
He threw his torn cape t o on e sid e and dro pped on the couch, trying to catch his breathing. "This isn’t real. I t’s just s ome crazy dream."
"Dreams don’t make your hands shake like that," the voice whispered.
"Shut the fvck up and leave me alone."
There was no answer. For a second, he thought the system had given up. Then the red te xt flashed again in his face. This time it was brighter .
[MANDATORY CHOICE INITIALISED]
With a groan, he pulled himsel f up and walked to where hi s desk was. The room was quiet. His family was gone on some trip o ut of town and his father got delayed for wo rk. He doesn’t have no one to talk to, no friends to text, no phone; he had shattere d the damn thing hours ago.
"Fine," he muttered. "Let’s see how far this insanity goes."
He opened his laptop and typed Sakura H anamura confession video. Lo and b ehold, there it was. His humiliation in HD. Her words, "Hell no, never... not even in your dreams," sounded like poison.
As Akira looked at himself on the screen, a knot formed in his throat. His hands would not stop shaking , and his voi ce was shaking too. The crowd was laughing at him, and he could feel a fire in his che st.
His hand had automatically reached for his belt be fore he realised what he was doing.
Then he stopped. "What the fvck am I doing?"
He took a deep breath and slammed t he laptop close. "No."
The system pinged sharply.
[WARNING: Host inactivity detected.]
[Failure to choos e will result in TERMINATION .]
Akira froze. "Termination? You’re bluffing ."
T he system’s tone darkened. "Ac tion in five... four... three..."
He laughe d nervously. "You wouldn’t..."
"Two..."
Suddenly, he f elt somet hing in his throat as if air was not entering his lungs again.
"One."
"Wait!" Akira fell down to his knees, gasping, ho lding his neck. It was like his lungs w ere collapsing. His vision darkened. "I... I choose A!" he choke d out.
The pres sure va nished instantly. He fell forward, coughing violently, sweat dripping down his face.
"Playing it good, I see," the voice teased. "It’s only a matter of time before you stop preten ding."
"Y-you tried to kill me! " Akira wheezed.
"I prefer to think of it as ... enforcing the rules; just a slight motivation. Choice is survival, darling. Remember that. Now rest; you’ve earned it."
He lay on the floor for a while looking up at the ceiling. The only sound in the apart ment w as the hum of the old refrigerator. Finally, he blurted out, "This isn’t a dream."
The system purred softly in his mind. "No, Akira. It’s your new reality."
He didn’t remember when he s lept off , only that he was thinking that: What happen s when both choices are impossible?
—
Morning sunlight spilled through his blinds. Akira w oke up gr oggy but alive. The crimson interface hovered faintly in his vision:
[STATS UPDATED: CHARM +2]
He rubbed his eyes. "Still here, huh?"
"Always, darling," the voice cooed. "Now let’s see what mischief comes toda y."
Akira didn’t eat breakfast as he was still feeling restless instead of hungry. He quickly pu t on his wrinkled school uniform and grabbed his bag, whe re he kept his dagger, be fore leavin g the room.
The whi speri ng began the moment he stepped onto campus.
"That’s the creep from the video."
"Creep King’s back."
"Man’s got ball s showi ng his face."
He ign ored them all.
But when h e got to his locker, the words "CREEP KING" were written in red marker all o ver it. After staring at it for a long moment, he gave it a small smile. "Original."
" Pathetic," the s ystem murmured. "They mock you because they can. Make them regret it."
But he didn’t answer.
As he turned towards class, he spotted Mia Takahashi by her locker. She was wearing a short sk irt and an untucked shirt, the kind of style that made teachers sigh in frustration and m ade it hard for guys to concentrate.
She was standing next to a s maller boy t hat was nervously hol ding h is bag.
"When it’s lunch time," she said in a sharp voic e, "you’ll buy me lunch with your money, loser."
The boy nodded, trembling.
The system’s screen lit up immediately.
[CHOICE AVAILABLE]
[OPTION A: Step in politely.]
[OPTION B: Grab her ass and dominate... whisper "Behave."]
Akira’s hea rt thudded.
"Y ou’re kidding me," he whispered.
"Tick-tock," the system sang. "Show me your true self, and remember what happens when you don’t make a choice."
In his mind, he replied. "And what do I get as a rewa rd if I choose option B?"
"Let’s say it’s going to be worth it."
He took a deep breath and then walked toward her. "Hey."
Mia turned, nar rowing her eyes. "What do yo u want, creep?"
Wi thout another word, he reached out and grabbed her ass. "Beha ve, slut," he whispered in her ear.
The hallway fell silent for half a heartbeat.
"What the...?" Mia snapped with wide eyes as they locked on his. For a moment, Akir a braced himself for what mi ght happen next; it’s either Mia slap him or shove him away and call him a per vert.
But instead, she grabbed his collar and dragged h im into an empty c lassroom. "You got a death wish or someth ing?" she hissed but her cheeks were flushed.
Akira didn’t flinch. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just tired of playing nice."
Somethin g in his tone made her pause.
Mia closed the door shut and slammed Akira on the wall. "What’s your problem?" she demanded with anger in her voice, though her eyes said somethi ng differ ent. "Why did you grab me?"
"You didn’t stop me," h e s aid, stepping forward.
Her eyes nar rowed. "Because I was shocked !"
"Still didn’t stop me."
They were close now and breathing the same w arm air between t hem. He could feel her pulse racing at her neck, an undeniabl e flutter of nerves and excitement.
"Feel that? That’s all you and what you can be. Make the rig ht choices and you can have her... and many more."
Akira leaned in slightly more, his heart pounding as if he was daring her to close the gap completely.
"You... you t-think you can just grab me like that?" she stammered a bit b efore regaining her fire.
"I already did."
Her glare faltered. "You’re ins ane."
"Maybe." Hi s voice dropped lower. "But I’m done being the joke."
Mia’s lips parted. She remaine d silent for a heartbeat before grab bing him and giving him a forceful kiss.
"Stop talking," she whispered in between breaths. "This doesn’t mean anything."
" Sure."
Her hand went under his shirt and her nails graze his skin. "That aggression... it’s kinda hot, even if y ou’re ugly."
Akira smirked. "Keep talking; maybe I’ll believe you."
The system made a ding sound:
[MINOR H-SCENE UNLOCKED — +15 PERV-POINTS]
Akira pressed her back against the desk, their bodie s grinding thr ough their clothes. "You like this ?" he murmured.
"Shut up," s he breathed, biting her li p. "You wish."
But she didn’t move away.
When she finally did, her breathing was sh allow and her fa ce was pink. "That’s enough. Not here."
"Scared?"
"Curious," s he said with a sly smile. "Meet me at the gym after school. We’ll see if you can keep that confidence."
Akira grinned. "Deal."