Waking Up To A Game Screen

"...Ah, shit," I uttered, my throat hoarse but ignored as I looked at the status screen in front of me. Who know making a wish upon a shooting star actually worked?

[Name: Hasegawa Ryou]

[Age: 25]

[Employment: N/A]

[Level: 0]

[Physical Prowess: 71/999]

[Charisma: 74/999]

[Savings: 5,010,130 Yen]

[EXP: 0/100]

[Skills: N/A (Awaiting Opening Of Starter Pack)]

Sitting up, I wiped at my eyes and tried to push the drowsiness away, hoping this was all a dream but when I took my hand away...the screen was still there. Fuck. I'm in a manga. 100% and no ifs ands or buts about it. Looking down I was wearing a shirt I'd never owned - a long sleeve t-shirt with black sleeves and shoulders and a white torso section with a black lightning bolt and skull on it. These are the clothes that MC constantly wore.

'ORE NO GENJITSU WA REN'AI GAME?? KA TO OMOTTARA INOCHIGAKE NO GAME DATTA'...A manga about an unlucky dude who woke up in a game. Why he woke up there isn't known or shown, but he was put there to act as the protagonist of some sort of detective romance game.

...And now I'm here, instead of him. Or rather, I'm in his body instead of him.

Sighing, I got out of bed and wandered towards where I assumed the bathroom would be. Memories trickled into my head and I saw this dude's life flash before my eyes, meaning I made it to the bathroom easily enough. Looking into the mirror, I saw I didn't look exactly like the original MC. Maybe because I had dark green hair when the original owner of this body had dark brown hair--but what can you expect. Anime logic. Not to mention that everything, including my appearance, looked like an anime.

Prodding at my cheek, the anime-style character in the mirror copied the action. So, that really is me.

I had obviously brought some of myself over with me into this body. I was broader than the original guy, with darker skin that left me looking tanned. The amber/light brown eyes I had were here with me too. Lifting the shirt, I saw that my body was toned and not fat nor skinny but it was a far-cry from the body I used to have. Still, better than the original's was who had fifty-something in physical prowess while I have seventy-one.

Dropping the shirt, I sat down on the toilet and put my head in my hands. "Oh boy," I lamented to no one in particular, "Go to sleep drunk after wishing on a star and this is what I get? Some sick joke from God?" groaning, I sat there for a few minutes, already well aware of the fucked-up nature of this world. A nineteen-year-old with more political power in Japan than the Prime Minister, a bro-con assassin who can cut people in half and an innumerable other crazy people out there.

...Wait a minute--"Isn't the first person the MC went up against his fucking neighbour?" I harshly whispered to myself in realization, pulling my head out of my hands and looked at the bathroom wall opposite me. I blinked once, and then twice, and then laughed at the utter fuckery my life had become. This wasn't a dream and I knew that for a fact. This felt real. The cold tiles below my feet, the plastic of the toilet seat I'm sitting on, the slight smell of bleach used to clean the toilet--it's all to distinct.

This is real, and so it's now my life.

Fuck.

I guess if I look on the bright side, there's plenty of chances to get laid in this game-like world. Especially with a system like the one I have.

Thinking that, I pulled the screen back up. Looking at it for a few seconds, I pressed save and a buffering icon showed up for a moment before text saying I'd successfully saved appeared. With that out of the way - never know when I might want to load back to this point. It certainly saved the original MCs ass more than once - I went on to look at the store. Quickly, I found the three items I'd be using almost religiously from now on.

[Lv1 Scouter - When using this ability, if you look at a target that is female, her information and particular strategies to subjugate her will be displayed and updated. Cost: 100,000 Yen.]

[Lv1 Tranquillising Spray - The function is in it's name. Very effective. How to use: Click on the item window and look at intended target. Duration of one hour and range of one meter. Cost: 250,000 Yen.]

[Lv1 Universal Key - Can open any type of lock. How to use: Click on the item window and look at intended target. Usages: 6. Item will not be refilled upon a second purchase of this item and will only ever be refilled after a level up. Cost: 600,000 Yen.]

The original Ryou got excited when he saw all of this, thinking this type of system was meant to get it's user laid. And I can see where he was coming from. A scouter for information, a universal key to get wherever you wanted and a spray that can knock anyone out--basically a rapists/stalkers wet dream. Yet that wasn't the goal of the system. The system's subjugation targets aren't for the user to seduce and have sex with, they're targets the user has to either stop or help. Each target is involved in some sort of messed up crime or conspiracy.

Buying the items took 950,000 Yen out of my savings and left me with 4,060,130 Yen. Which is a decent amount, I guess, but not enough to live off of. I need to complete a quick and easy mission to level up and then I can start tackling harder missions.

First mission? The crazy bitch who kills people for money next door.

. . .

I'm used to high-pressure situations. Not ones like these, no. But still, as an ex-solder, I knew how to handle anxiety and pressure before doing something that could potentially end in my life being taken from me.

Now, I'm not some super soldier, but I was a part of the 1st Airborne Brigade in the JGSDF so I was better at fighting than any other average Joe. But even then, I wouldn't let that cloud my mind with arrogance or complacence. This is a manga/anime world and doesn't run off of the same reality as my own did.

After all, in this type of world, yanderes - who can be small, petite women - are completely capable of overpowering a grown man. It's like living in a horror film where Murphy's Law rules absolutely.

So, I'd prepared. The first thing I'd done after deciding my next door neighbour would be my subjugation target, is open the starter pack of skills. This hadn't been a part of the original story, so I was interested in seeing what could come out of it. In the end, I was surprised--in a good way, as well, which I was grateful for.

[Skills: {Physical Endurance}, {Unarmed Proficiency}, {Seduction}, {Deduction} & {Body Supremacy}]

They're all quite good. But the ones I'm most interested in? The first and last one.

[Passive Skill - {Physical Endurance}: Makes the body harder to damage, increases pain tolerance and recovery ability. Scales off of user Level and user Physical Prowess.]

[Passive Skill - {Body Supremacy}: The user has complete control over their muscles and is able to move with the utmost grace and athleticism of someone in their Physical Prowess rank. Scales off of Physical Prowess.]

At first, I was kinda confused on what Physical Prowess rank meant but messing about with the status screen soon showed me what it meant.

[Stat Ranks: {1-60 = Normal Human}, {61-110 = Above Average Human}, {111-200 = Elite Human}, {201-400 = Peak Human}, {401-600 = Superhuman} & {600-999 = ??? Human}]--and this is for both Physical Prowess and Charisma. Charisma isn't just good looks either. It's to do with your mind, how well you can use it and your speaking ability. Either way, my {Body Supremacy} skill means I can use every single point in my Physical Prowess stat to it's fullest potential and as efficiently as possible.

As soon as I gained the skill, I felt much better. Like I'd regained some of my old athleticism. But even more than that was the utter control it instilled in me when it came to my muscles. And that's when it hit me: This was my first anime power.

All in all, I was glad to have it but it did make me wonder if this alternate version was more dangerous than the original manga if I was being given skills like that.

Either way, the other skills I got were pretty much what they say on the tine. {Unarmed Proficiency} basically made me a better fighter and scaled completely off of my level while also making my arms, hands, feet and legs harder so as to allow me to fight unarmed against armed opponents. A classic anime troupe in martial arts anime where a martial arts master fights someone with a sword/bladed weapon with their bare hands.

{Seduction} and {Deduction} are both Charisma based skills. The former gives a passive buff to flirting, romantic actions and other such things, making them more likely to be successful, while the latter gives a passive buff to how easily I figure out problems with the available information in my head.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a screen popping up in front of me.

[First twenty-four hours spent in this reality. 8,736 hours remaining until penalty is incurred.]

Rolling my eyes, I minimised the screen with a mental nudge and went back to looking out my window at the crazy chicks apartment door. And low and behold, she opened her door and I could use my Scouter skill on her.

[Name: Sakurai Ami]

[Age: 30]

[Marital Status: Married(/)]

[Subjugation Difficulty: E]

[Address: Unable To See At Current Level]

[Phone Number: Unable To See At Current Level]

[Subjugation Strategy: Constantly argues with her husband then sneaks out after he's asleep to go to bars. Having multiple affairs.]

[Do you wish to make her your subjugation target? Y/N]

"Sure," I mused verbally as I lifted a finger to press the 'Y' before darting up off my bed, a stack of cash in hand and fully dressed in a basic tracksuit and sneaker combo. Saving just before I left the house, I opened and then locked the door once I'd exited the apartment after which I jogged down the walkway and then down the stairs.

I'd got the timing right because she hadn't passed by just yet, so I did my best to play the part I had to play. Naive rich boy who's too clumsy for his own good. An easy target for someone like her.

Counting the money as I got to the bottom of the stairs, I pretended to not be looking where I was going and turned right into her as she was coming across the entrance of the stairway. I didn't resist the impact and fell back on my ass, dropping the money all around and on myself.

Scrambling, I moved to pick up the money, a facade of flustering anxiety across my face as I scrunched up the notes in my hands.

I'd gotten about half of the notes when a dainty and slender hand appeared in the corner of my vision, holding out a note that had gotten a decent bit away from me. Hook, line and sinker. Restraining the smile that wanted to come across my face, I followed the dainty hand and then looked up the arm and toward the person holding the 10,000 Yen note. My subjugation target. Sakurai Ami. And boy was she a looker.

Light auburn hair cut short to chin-length, pink-ish red eyes and very fair-skinned, her face was the perfect combination of cute and sexy. Not to mention the absurd curves she had going on because of the hentai rules this world ran off of. A certified MILF--even if she isn't actually a mom, she really does sell the housewife aesthetic. That's why it's such a shame that she's a murdering piece of shit who kills men for their money.

"Thank you!" I put on my most innocent smile and took the note from her and she returned the smile with one of her own, just as fake. She had this glint in her eyes when she looked at the money I had scattered around me. Frankly, it was unnerving, even for me and all the advantages I knew I had over her.

She turned away from me and began picking up the money while I did the same to the money near me. She not-so-discretely bent over and showed off her lovely ass in those tight short shorts, no doubt trying to seduce me as her next target.

That was my plan. It's what the original MC did, and if it ain't broke, don't fix it, you know? It'd give me an alibi for why I was in her apartment for when I called the police on her anyway.

With the two of us, I had all fifty 10,000 Yen notes once again in my hands. She looked up at me, her hands behind her back and pushing her considerable bust outward. Her white top was so sheer I could easily see the lacy black bra underneath it and it was low-cut enough that I had a perfect view of her mountainous cleavage.

"Did you get it all?" she innocently asked, playing the well meaning helper, "I'm so sorry--I must've not been looking where I was going! I'm such a ditz at times," she gave an embarrassed smile while she coquettishly looked up at me, batting her eyelids. She's really going all out, huh?

I waved my hand back and forth, with an easygoing smile of my own, "No, no, no! I'm the one who should be apologizing! I was too excited about going out with my friends that I forgot to look around the corner before I turned, so forgive me for that," I bowed my head in apology and while she thought I wasn't looking, her smile looked exactly like a cat who'd caught a canary.

"Hm?" she hummed, tilting her head to the side in a cutesy manner, "Where are you going that's got you so excited~?" she said in a teasing manner, a hand lifting and pressing against my chest, "A handsome young man like you, getting so excited...it has to be one of 'those' places, right?"

Forcibly, I made my face red a little, {Body Supremacy} coming in clutch as I forced my blood to rush to my face, and I backed up with a flustered expression, "E-eh?" I got out in a croak and even I was impressed by my own acting - maybe I should've been an actor instead of a soldier? - "W-well, yeah, it's one of those places. It's my birthday and my friends told me they know a place that's fun, y-you know?"

"Mhmm~" she hummed in a sultry manner, closing the distance between us again and putting her hand on my chest, "So, it's your birthday? How about you come up to my apartment and I'll give you a very special gift? I used to work at one of those places and I was very well-known. I'm sure I can make this a very fun day for you~❤"

"R-really?!" I got out, still keeping up the act as I forcibly tried to act cool like a kid who'd gotten embarrassed by their eagerness, "I-I mean, really?"

Sakurai giggled, covered her mouth with her hand and leaned forward even closer to me, "Fufu~ You're so cute ❤" she lifted a hand and hooked the collar of her shirt with a finger before tugging it down along with her bra so I could see her nipples. Very pink, perfectly sized and very erect. "Would I be showing you this if I was joking~?" she teased and it took everything I had to not pump my fist in the air. Not because I'd seen a pair of tits but because I'd fully fooled her with my act.

"If you say so...lead the way, I guess," I didn't stop the act and continued fidgeting like some sort of virgin while continuing to keep the blush on my face. She smiled and took my hand before leading me away to her apartment.

. . .

(Just a disclaimer, there's gonna be a lemon here, so if you don't wanna read sexual content...I don't know. Just skim through it, I guess?)

Sitting in her living room, I was working my shirt and jeans off when she came over to me, kneeling in front of my crotch which only had some boxers to cover them. She rubbed her hands up against my crotch with masterful movements, her slender fingers and soft skin easily felt even through my boxers. She looked up at me, her eyes teary and her entire image looking teary, "My husband and I used to live here but we're divorced now, so as much as this is your birthday gift, it's also for me, okay? So I can not feel so lonely."

She pulled the band on my boxers down and let my flaccid cock feel the hot breaths coming from her mouth. I quickly got hard after that, and she bent down to take me into her mouth. I was on guard. Massively so. This was a murderer, and I'd be reporting her to the police soon enough, which meant I couldn't become one of her victims.

So, even if I do end up having sex with her, I'll stay vigilant throughout it all. Plus this helps my alibi as the innocent man who was seduced and found the bodies after. If I just came into her house, knocked her unconscious and then found the bodies, the police would think that's pretty suspicious of me. And I'd be inclined to agree. If anything, Sakurai could try and say that I framed her or some shit like that. I didn't wanna deal with that.

I was pulled away from my thoughts as Sakurai's soft lips hit my pubic bone, suckling on my cock with a simultaneous gentleness and voracious need. Even if she kills men for money, there's no denying she doesn't enjoy sexual acts. I'd even bet she gets off on fucking guys she knows she's gonna kill.

Snaking a hand into her hair, I heard her hum in appreciation as I began guiding her up and down my length. Luckily I'd brought some of my length over to this body with me as well. Seven and a half inches and thicker than most people's wrists, which meant I wasn't really wanting for any size right now. Especially in Japan which on average didn't have very well-endowed guys. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm one of the biggest she's ever taken, from how she's lightly gagging on it.

We continued like that for a few more minutes, me guiding her head and her trying to suck the seed out of my balls, before I pulled her off and set her on my lap. Her back against my knee and her scantily clad tits facing upwards at me. Working my hand underneath her back, I unclasped her bra as she took in deep breaths of air, her eyes slightly unfocused with that lust-drunk look most aroused people have.

Tearing the bra away, her magnificent tits were freed and her pink nipples were allowed to show their rock-hard erectness to the world. Curling down I caught one of her nipples in my mouth and gave it a lashing with my tongue while my free hand nearest to her crotch moved her panties aside and began prodding at her pussy.

Her hands came up and grabbed the back of my head, gripping the hair there and pulling me toward her tit like she wanted to merge me with it, and her grip tightened even more when I ran my thumb across her painfully erect clit.

"Ahn~ ❤" she let loose a moan of wanton lust, and I looked to her face and how it was twisted in pleasure, her eyes snapped shut as I began working a finger inside of her while also rubbing circles around her clit. From that point, it didn't take long for her breathing to become heavy and for her body to start twitching as I added another finger and then began really stirring up her honey pot. The combined stimulation of me sucking and biting her nipples, alongside me rubbing her clit and sensitive spots inside her pussy...well, it was an explosive orgasm on her end. "I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING! DON'T STOP! PLEASE~! ❤" she screamed and I obliged.

After all, part of my plan was to put her unconscious through sexual means.

And she really came. Her body that had been twitching and shaking before, stopped as she tensed up, her mouth open in an erotically silent scream of pleasure and then she let out a keen shriek as she blasted pussy juice all over my hand.

I continued touching and prodding at her pussy, sucking on her tits, biting her nipples, in a gentle and affectionate manner. Too much stimulation while she's orgasming would be painful. But just enough stimulation? It can feel heavenly. My free hand just stroked her head as she mewled and whimpered in pleasure, her tensed body giving way to her writhing as she came down from orgasmic bliss. Stopping my touches and ministrations, I took my mouth away from her tits and looked down at her face.

She looked up at me with pure desire in her pink-ish red eyes.

...You're going to prison after this, so I might as well make it brilliant for you.

I leaned down and gave her a soul-sucking french kiss. She seemed surprised by the action but soon got into it, her tricky little tongue trying to fight mine for dominance but losing horribly. I dictated the flow and she seemed to revel in it, honestly. She turned in my embrace and while a free hand circled around my neck, another hand reached down to my dick and held it in a soft but tight grip.

Pulling back, she gave me a sultry smile, "I haven't cum like that in ages~" she whispered, her hot breath tickling my face, "Let me return the favour, Birthday Boy~ ❤" she got out and limply placed herself above my cock before the tip pierced her entrance in one fell swoop. Sakurai was practically gushing juices down there, so the entrance was smooth, and soon enough I could feel the squishy, silken walls of her pussy squeezing and trying to milk me.

My cock head was pushed right up against her cervix and womb and she softly moaned as the two ground against one another. Though something about what she said rubbed me the wrong way.

"AH~! ❤" she howled as I slapped both of my hands onto her bubbly ass, gripping the doughy flesh there. Her eyes were wide and wild as she looked at me, a sort of confusion in them--confusion on why that had felt good, I'd presume. Her pussy had tightened up massively, after all.

"Birthday boy?" I rumbled with a frown, "I think you got that wrong."

And then I gave her ridiculously fat ass enough two handed smack.

"OooooH! ❤" she keened as a subtle orgasm flooded through her, her pussy undulating as she began rocking her hips back and forth, trying to push me deeper while also rubbing her clit up against my groin. Her eyes, misty and unfocused, found mine and she began nodding, "Yes, y-yes, I was wrong--Ahn ❤--There's nothing boyish about you--Oh, fuck!" she gasped as I thrust up into her, pressing right up against her womb's entrance and stabbing into it. She came a little again, her juices dripping out and covering my pubic area and balls, and she leaned her head against my forehead, a lascivious look in her eyes as she finished, "You're all man~ ❤" she cooed.

With that, I smiled and gripped her ass even harder as I began forcibly moving up up and down on my cock. {Body Supremacy} helped a tonne, allowing me to push my physical output to it's maximum while also helping me suppress my own orgasm as much as possible as well.

I continued fucking her like that for a little while before she became too weak to properly sit up, so I laid her out on the sofa we were on and went to fucking her missionary style. The classic, vanilla position. Though it did allow me to more easily set the pace while also teasing her tits, nipples and clit, so it had it's advantages. Also gave me clear passage right to her womb--man, hentai sex is easy. All you need to do is stick it deep and prod at the sensitive parts around her cervix and she'll cum her brains out.

But my skills could only do so much which such an erotic picture in front of me. Her, splayed out, her tits heaving up and down with each ragged breath, making them jiggle back and forth, her face twisted into one of pure, unstoppable pleasure and her ridiculous body writhing and twisting up against me.

And she knew I was getting close, as she locked her legs around my waist and began whispering in my ear, "Do it~ Pump me full with your cum~ Breed me~ ❤" she said all sorts of smutty lines, pulling out every bit of dirty talk she knew and in the end it worked.

I pushed deep and really did fill her up. Seriously. Hentai physics, man. I must've poured a litre of jizz into her.

Of course, following that logic of hentai physics, the action of cumming in her blew her fucking mind because she pulled off a perfect ahegao. Eyes rolled up, tongue sticking out, looking stupid and erotic as all hell. I finished pumping what was left over inside of her and then pulled out, taking a deep breath as I did so.

[Congratulations! You had intercourse with a subjugation target and excelled with flying colours! A bonus will be added after you complete the mission.]

...Well, that's nice.

Looking to Sakurai, I saw she was in orgasmic bliss land and wouldn't return to the land of the mentally conscious anytime soon. With that sorted, I stood up and walked to the kitchen where I cleaned off my dick with some paper towels. Then I opened the fridge and saw a dead body.

...I've had my fun and I gave her a nice memory to remember me by so let's call the cops and get that mission reward.