Adrian lay naked on the wide leather couch in the private karaoke room, one arm lazily draped over Kurumi's petite body.
His fingers idly traced slow circles on her perky little ass, savoring the soft, warm skin still flushed from their earlier exertions. Kurumi was curled against his chest, breathing slowly, her short twintails slightly messy and sticking to her damp forehead.
She stirred after a few minutes, eyelids fluttering open.
Kurumi's eyes widened and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red the moment she realized she was naked and pressed against his bare chest. She tried to sit up quickly.
Adrian's arm slid around her waist, gently but firmly pressing her back down against him.
"Easy now." He said, voice low and joyful, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Where do you think you're going?"
Adrian chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare hip. "So how was it?"
Kurumi froze, still hazy from sleep, blinking slowly as her mind struggled to catch up.
"W-what…?" She mumbled, voice thick and disoriented. "How was… what?"
He asked teasingly, clearly enjoying her confusion. "The sex. How did it feel?"
Kurumi's face burned even hotter as the memories rushed back all at once. She stammered, trying to find words. "I… that… wait, you mean…?"
Adrian raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "You were making some very cute sounds earlier. Don't tell me you already forgot?"
Kurumi's mouth opened, the denial already forming on her tongue. "I… it was nothing special, I was just—"
Adrian's fingers slipped between her legs and lightly flicked her swollen clit once.
Kurumi's breath hitched sharply. A tiny jolt of pleasure shot through her core, just enough to make her thighs twitch and her pussy clench involuntarily.
She bit her lip, face burning. "It… it felt good, okay?" She admitted in a small, embarrassed voice. "Really good…" Then she mumbled much lower this time.
Adrian chuckled softly. "Just 'good'? Come on, be honest. How good?"
Kurumi's blush deepened. She looked away, voice barely above a whisper. "It's Amazing, okay! Stop teasing me…"
He grinned and pulled her closer, letting her rest her head on his chest. Kurumi hesitated for a second, then shyly wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly as she lay against his body.
After a quiet moment, she asked softly, "What… what are you going to do now? I gave you my virginity… and while I was forced at first…" She blushed harder, voice trailing off. "I… I actually hoped you wouldn't abandon me after this."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, then smiled, gently stroking her hair. "Abandon you? Why would I do that?"
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "You're mine now, Kurumi. I don't throw away what belongs to me."
Inside his thoughts, Adrian silently called up the System and checked Kurumi's status. Her affection had already reached Love, complete with the special state "Addicted".
Seeing her reach the Love affection far faster than expected, filled him with a deep sense of satisfaction. Taming her this quickly felt incredibly rewarding.
They talked for a while after that, keeping it light at first. Kurumi asked about his life, where he came from, why he transferred so suddenly.
Adrian gave her a fabricated but believable story.
An American orphan who moved to Japan for a fresh start, no real family ties, just trying to live quietly. As he continues to tell his story, he keeps the reincarnation and System completely hidden, that is a secret he'll bury in his grave.
When the conversation turned to her family, Kurumi hesitated, biting her lip. After a long pause, she finally opened up.
"Ever since something happened with my father and mother, the whole house suddenly became a degenerate's den." She said quietly.
"My mom started fucking anyone who paid attention to her. My father, well, her husband is barely ever around. And my siblings… I'm pretty sure we're all just half-siblings coming from different fathers. With no exception, including me."
Adrian listened in silence, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he leaned forward slightly, a quiet curiosity in his eyes.
"Your family sounds… complicated. What are they like?"
Kurumi's eyes widened a little, caught off guard.
"B-but… why do you want to know that…?"
Adrian reached out and gently took her hand, his grip warm and steady.
"It's fine." He said softly. "Just tell me."
Kurumi hesitated, then lowered her gaze, her fingers tightening slightly around his.
"If you're thinking about going after my degenerate family… don't." She said quietly.
"My mom won't be loyal to anyone. Some of my siblings maybe, but not her."
Kurumi's voice wavered, her eyes dropping to their joined hands. "I… I don't want to lose you too…"
Adrian's thumb brushed lightly over her hand, comforting her. "Don't worry. Like I said, I won't leave you or abandon you. You're mine now."
Kurumi calmed down a little, then continued, her voice softening with sadness. "Actually, I feel sad about my mom's situation sometimes… I once dug through her old stuff and I noticed that she wasn't always like this."
She looked at him seriously. "So! if you can do it… fix her, help her… I won't stop you."
Slowly, she shifted closer, climbing onto his lap and facing him. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her gaze shy but resolute.
"Then… I'll be yours. Forever and ever." A small, gentle smile formed on her lips.
That cute, innocent smile hit Adrian like a spark. A low, hungry growl escaped his throat as desire flared hot in his chest. He couldn't resist it.
In one smooth motion he pulled her body against him, claiming her mouth in a fierce, devouring kiss while his hands gripped her hips possessively.
They spent the next hour in a second, slower round. WIth Adrian holding her close, moving with more confidence now that he knew her limits. Kurumi's moans filled the room again, softer this time, but no less needy as he took his time with her.
When they finally finished, they cleaned up quickly, drank some water, and straightened their clothes.
Before they could leave the establishment, a male staff member in a neat black uniform stopped Adrian at the exit with a polite bow.
"Thank you for choosing our VIP room tonight," the man said smoothly, extending a sleek black card with both hands.
"This is your VIP membership card. As a valued guest, you'll be prioritized for all future bookings, and access to our exclusive rooms and premium services will be available to you. We hope to see you again soon."
Adrian took the card with a casual nod, flipping it over in his fingers. The matte black surface had a subtle gold emboss of the bar's logo and his name already printed on it. "Thanks."
He walked Kurumi home, their conversation light and flirty under the streetlights.
They teased each other about small things with Adrian poking fun at how she had been caught masturbating on the school rooftop like a exhibitionist little pervert, and Kurumi shyly retaliating by saying he looked ridiculous and scary when he was "plotting something evil."
Kurumi even laughed at one of his dumb jokes, the sound light and genuine, her short twintails bouncing as she covered her mouth with both hands.
The earlier tension from the café drama had mostly melted away, replaced by easy banter and stolen glances.
By the time they reached her house, the mood between them felt warm and comfortable, like they had known each other far longer than they actually had.
At her doorstep, Kurumi stood on her tiptoes and kissed him passionately, tongue brushing his for a brief, heated moment. "Goodbye, Adrian," she whispered, cheeks pink, before slipping inside.
Adrian watched her go, then turned and started walking home.
Inside the house, Kurumi closed the door behind her and called out the usual household tradition in Japan. "Tadaima~"
Her mother and her blonde-haired sibling were waiting in the living room, arms crossed, smiling knowingly.
Her mother's voice came first with a hint of concern carrying lightly. "You're home quite late tonight, Kurumi-chan. We were starting to worry about you."
Kurumi paused in the entryway, taking off her shoes a little slower than usual. Before she could answer, her mother continued, a teasing grin already forming on her face.
"But then we saw you outside with that handsome boy…" She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. "My, my… looks like our little girl is finally growing up."
The blonde-haired sibling, who had been lounging on the couch, sat up straight with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, and leaned forward.
"He looked pretty big too, from what I could see," she purred, voice dripping with suggestion.
"Maybe I'll have a taste next time~ I bet he could ruin a girl in the best way."
Kurumi huffed, trying to look confident despite the flush creeping up her neck and ears. "Hmph. You wouldn't be able to handle him anyway. He's way too much for someone like you."
The blonde sibling grinned wider, not backing down. "Oh? So protective already? Sounds like you're keeping him all to yourself. Greedy little sister~"
Their mother let out a soft, amused laugh, tilting her head with a dramatic sigh. "Ara ara… you have to tell us though, Kurumi-chan. Since when do you have a boyfriend? You used to come home right after school every day, and now you're sneaking around with a tall, handsome boy? Our little girl is growing up so fast."
Kurumi's face burned brighter as she walked past them, head held high but voice slightly defensive. "He's not my boyfriend! He's just… a friend who helped me today. That's all!"
Her mother placed a hand over her heart in fake sorrow, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh no… our Kurumi is all grown up now. Soon she'll leave her poor mother and sibling all alone in this big, empty house. How cruel~"
The blonde sibling giggled, adding fuel to the fire. "Yeah, yeah. Leave us behind while you go have fun with your 'friend'. Don't forget to invite us to the wedding!"
Kurumi groaned, speeding up toward her room. "You two are impossible!" As her mother and sister laugh merrily.
Back at his own apartment, Adrian collapsed onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling.
The events of the day replayed in his mind. Advancing Natsuha's affection, taming Kurumi, and now this VIP card from the karaoke bar.
He picked up the sleek black card and turned it over in his fingers.
'People with money in this world usually get called out by the hentai pimps to have them taste their prostituted high-end girls, hooking them to increase their influence. Those without real influence on the other hand, just have their girls stolen if they have one, even if they have money.'
He needed to understand what he was dealing with. Adrian got up and sat at the computer he bought with VP points (he was too lazy to go shopping the normal way). He hacked into the karaoke bar's system and started digging through their files.
What he found confirmed his suspicions.
The establishment was owned by a high-middle-class business oldman and was assigned to his son.
A blonde-haired guy whose profile photo looked suspiciously like the typical "Nanpa guy" or the NTR antagonist type.
The bar was also being used as a front for hosting exclusive mixers and events to lure girls into the underground scene.
Adrian leaned back in his gaming chair, staring at the ceiling.
"Looks like I have to establish myself first before I can even think of getting more girls." He muttered.
He shut his eyes, to deeply think over plans.
'What to do… what to do…'
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AN: I need to slow down now lol, I keep doing smut with the MC not having a proper foothold in this world. I need to think things over on how to proceed with this because I don't want this to just become a pure braindead smut.