After drinking a little too much at the reception of their wedding, Agatha's now-husband, Jerome, picked her up and brought her home to their apartment. A little time later when she finally came to her senses again, she forced open her eyes, holding back an excruciating headache.
The room was dimly lit. As her vision cleared she could make out the figure of a man and a woman kissing passionately. They are on her bed, in front of her!.
“What the h…”
She shouted inside her head, but before realizing who they are, she heard them whispering to each other as if they were afraid of waking her.
"Stacey, stop messing around, Agatha only just fell asleep!"
"What? Are you afraid that your little wifey will wake up?"
"You just tied the knot today. You will be hers forever, anyway. So why don't you give yourself to me this one last time?"
"Babe, you are such a troublemaker, let's go to the other room."
It’s Jerome and Stacey!
Like being struck by lightning, Agatha looked at the two in shock as they continued to kiss by her bedside. Stacey apparently didn’t want to go to another room, but Jerome persuaded her with a kiss. The two are too focused on each other that they didn’t notice Agatha is awakened.
Finally, the two went to the bathroom to continue their unclosed cheating, leaving Agatha all alone by herself.
This is the first night of their marriage, Agatha thought. Who would have thought, the man she just said I do on that same morning would be cheating right in front of her once nighttime arrived?
Agatha tightened her hands into a fist as she held back her emotions - careful not to let out a sound. It was not until she heard the moaning sounds of the couple coming from the bathroom did she feel her world had fallen apart.
She wanted to confront them, shouting in front of them and making them pay for what they did to her. But she can’t gather the strength to get up–the cheating couple was once the only connection to this world she had before the wedding, and she even dreamed of their life as neighbors when they got old. How can this be true?
“I must be drunk.”
She murmured to herself.
“I’m such a coward,”
Her lips curved to satirize herself, she is just so weak that she can’t even confront a cheater when they cheat in front of her.
Tears burst out from her eyes, but she didn’t make any noise. Instead, she gets up silently and picks up her phone to take photos of all the evidence around her.
She doesn’t know how to use this photo, but she just didn’t want them to get away from this. When she heard them about to leave, she faked a sleep mode.
Turns out Stacy managed to persuade Jerome to leave his bride on their wedding night. Before nudging the man's chest outside, Stacey sauntered over to Agatha.
Leaning over with a cold smile, she whispered to Agatha like a paranoid,
"Agatha, I'm not going to let you and Jerome live your happily ever after. I'm pregnant, he's mine!"
She knew Agatha was awake!
Agatha’s eyes widened, a shout was about to burst out but something had stopped her.
It was Stacy, she used a handkerchief to cover Agatha’s mouth.
The next thing she knew, her world already started spinning. Her sight was getting blurry as well
On her last sight, she saw something like two empty bottles of bleach on the bathroom floor, but it was too vague that she can’t recognize…
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The next day, breaking news announces the death of the heiress of Moore Enterprises.
“It was such a loss…” Said Jerome, the newly-widowed groom.
This is the end of a miserable girl’s life, yet a brand new start in her new life…
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A mechanical voice resounded inside the unconscious girl's head.
"Target locked in!"
"System stabilization underway."
"Initiating connection. In 3, 2, 1....."
Unluckily, although the girl is not dead yet, she is too weak to hear those voices. After a long mechanical beep so much like the sound of a blow horn, the system seems to have given up and a different, more manly voice swapped the mechanical one.
" Damn, how come I always got these kinds of hosts? Loading Safe Mode for now."
Agatha felt like her lungs were set on fire. At first, they were burning. But then a moment later, she felt a suction. No! This was more like tagging She thought. It was like her soul was being ripped out of her body and the excruciating pain accompanied by this was unimaginable. She could swear that it was the most painful thing she ever felt in her entire life. As this sensation continued, she almost prayed for heaven to grant her a quick death instead. Phew! At last, Agatha escaped her dreamland; a nightmare if you may... She woke up drenched with cold sweat. "Thank goodness it was just but a dream. I almost thought I'll be a goner back there." Agatha thought out loud. Her dream was so vivid she could almost argue it happened for real. She waited for her ragged breath to return to normal and when she finally recovered she decided that she have to call the police and tell them what had happened. "I had to expose my cheating husband about his affair. I'll put them both beh
Agatha threw her eyes open and with a jolt woke up only to find out that she was in her room. She fell asleep not long after the hoodlums left. She was unsure how long she had been unconscious and there was no way for her to tell the time either. Recalling what happened, she still found it difficult to believe that something like this could be possible even when experiencing it herself. Likewise, the vibration she could feel coming from her pocket was also unyielding so she finally decided to check it. "How did I end up with a phone?" She wondered since provided the events that took place in her life recently, there was no way she could have been carrying something like that at the moment; not to mention a working one But then again, provided the series of unimaginable things that kept on happening to her, things that she could only read in fantasy novels before, Agatha just accepted it as a fact. After all, it was no secret to Agatha that she had somewhat become what seemed to he
Agatha has no idea if it has something to do with her body ingesting too much water after drowning, thus rendering her unable to make a proper decision but she actually does what the self-proclaimed system tasked her. The girl just found herself hailing the cab, going to the nearest hotel which was called 'We Did It', and taking the elevator to the top floor. The pounding in her chest testified to her nervousness. She inspected the reflection of a girl with long black hair on the walls of the elevator. Just like what she suspected, this new face of hers does not belong to her either. As a matter of fact, she looked nowhere near her previous appearance. She could not even see the slightest resemblance at all. The girl was wearing a gray top and a flowery white long skirt. The thick glasses in her eyes made her look like a nun. Her face looked okay, good-looking even. She had no pimples which was a plus. However, the dark spots under her eyes because of the consecutive sleepless nights
"Y-you!" The wet touch of his lips on her skin made Agatha flinch. "Y-you're not on your right mind! P-please stop! I-I am this hotel's employee!" So she once again screamed and even tried to push the man off of her using her hands and feet. The man merely laughed and caught her hands using one hand. His other free hand removed her eyeglasses. "Baby, your eyes are beautiful. Don't wear glasses ever again." Apparently, the owner of the body had a vision condition called myopia. Meaning she can see objects near to her clearly, but objects farther away are blurry. That was why she was using glasses, in the first place. This also goes to say that, having her glasses removed did little to stop her from seeing the man's features in a 20-20 vision His lips were now on her neck and the freehand was busily tearing through her clothes. It was like sorcery how just a slight tug of his hand immediately ruined her upper garment. The same happened to her long skirt. Another bout of fear floo
[Ding!]System Announcement: Task 'Pop the Cherry' Completed.Congratulations on successfully passing the qualification trial. You have now graduated from your useless virginity and successfully gained the right to be one of the Great System's hosts. Rejoice and celebrate!The girl was too absorbed with the sensation so she failed to realize that she was completely naked right now with a man's thing still inside her. The phone was nowhere near her. She only regained clarity when something rang inside her mind.<System: Congratulations, stupid girl. You're now officially one of the hosts of the Great Immoral System. And I have already been bound by you, which means I, your father, can now appear directly inside your mind!>Double horrors haunted her as the man above her directly showed his vigorous appetite with his resumed thrusting, and as a mysterious phenomenon happened directly
Agatha only managed to restrain her anger after a long time. When she remembered again all the atrocities she did with this Young Master Paul, she then wallowed with grief."What have I done to myself?" She asked as silent tears streamed down.<System: You liberated yourself from your useless virginity and gain a Sugar Daddy. A very modern-girl-like and practical solution to your stupid worries.>"I never imagine myself stooping this low in order to pay my bills and debts."<System: Really? When he was penetrating you over and over again, how did you feel? Why did you moan? For someone who is forced into this, why did it seem to me that you enjoyed it veeeerrrrryyyyyy much?>"I-I didn't! I-I'm------------" Her mind was in a mess as she mumbled unintelligent words. "T-this, I, enjoyed not....really. I really didn't!" However, her honest body earlier showed she did.<System: Eyeroll emoj
<System: Whatever. You are really weak and brainless.>The system didn't add how the girl's delusion of severed connection was actually impossible because traces of her had been left everywhere. That drugged young master it had randomly assigned as the first coital partner of its host will eventually pop out of nowhere to surprise her. It thought its host still has a long way to go. However, the inevitable is her path to immorality and pleasure. She had already awakened to that kind of pleasure, no matter what she says.<System: Host made a killing yesterday because of the accomplished tasks. Rewards are listed on the user's interface. Host is recommended to summon the interface.>"And how do I do that?"<System: Just say in your mind 'User Interface'. Duh. Obvious.>She ignored the system and did as told to summon her records. With or without her eyes closed, she could see the de
Meanwhile, somewhere on the other side of the globe.Young Master Paul McArthney woke up with full memories of how his stepmother somehow drugged him and almost forced him to bed her. It was an attempt to frame him of all crimes related to a beast son preying on an 'innocent' stepmother."What a disgusting woman. Not content of climbing my old man's bed, she even wants to condemn me to prison after enjoying me?"He laughed in amusement. The woman almost succeeded, except that stepmother of his forgot to include in her plan how he was a former military man. She had no one else to blame for dying to his bullets.Paul stood up without bothering to cover himself up. Anyway, he found his clothes had disappeared. There were pieces of torn clothes on the bed serving as decorations. The flowery patterns burned in his mind together with the red on the bedsheets."Who is that girl?"Paul frowned while making his way to the bathroom. He could