1 The Nasty System

I clearly remember that was the end of November, 2012.

The previous night, I slept late because that fateful day was the birthday of my girlfriend.

Yeah, when I started college at Kirori Mal College of Delhi University, I had pretty little girlfriend back at my hometown in Manipur.

Those times were sweet and innocent.

I came to Delhi for college education aspiring to become a civil servant.

Yeah, that's a dream job for every poor Indian. If I can become a civil servant by cracking UPSC Civil Service Examination, it's a fate changing milestone for me and my family and relatives. I may even uplift my village.

Coming back to the main story, I woke up late on that day.

We talked lots of sweet romantic words on phone. I could not afford the flight tickets to travel back forth for the birthday celebration.

So, I just expressed my heartfelt love for her on through the telephone.

When I woke up, it was already 9:AM. It's already late for the first class.

I went to the bathroom in a flash. I must hurry up to get to the college.

"Ding! World Happiness System is activated."

"Who?", I shouted in shock.

There was no reply.

But I could see a panel floating at the front.

[ Word Happiness System

Host: Sagar

Strength : Average

Intelligence : Average

Balance: Rs. 1350

Harem Members : Sophia (Intimacy 20%)

Special Skills : None

Main task: Bring Happiness to all women of the world.

# Task of the Day: Spend Rs. 1000 on a woman within 24 hours. Award : Double Remittance ; Task Failed Punishment : Change of sexual orientation.

Note: At every level of intimacy, you will get random rewards.]

What the f**k!

I didn't want to change my sexual orientation. I still planned to do lots of love action dramas with my girlfriend.

But, I still little hesitate to spend my money to other women. That's almost all the money I had.

I still had doubts and questions.

Was I still dreaming? Was I hallucinating?

I had no idea of system, rebirth , transmigration or other online novel routines at that time.

I just started using smartphones. I still remember it. It was Samsung Galaxy Core Prime ( Android 4.4. or something)

The fear of changing sexual orientation overcame all those doubts. I did not want to take any chance on my happiness.

I changed the clothes and ran out.

I hired a rickshaw to get to the college faster. Normally, I walked to the college in order to save some money.

"Ding ! Novice Gift Package has been issued. Congratulations, you get the complete works of Kama Sutra"

Then, lots of information came to my mind.

Yeah, it did not ask me if I was willing to accept the reward or not. It just instill the information into my mind.

My brain swelled. Images of man and women intercoursing at different poses at different locations flashed in my mind.

It was much better than the porn videos that I had watched before.

It did not last long. It was just about a minute. It was more than just about having sex. It explained how to seduce and conquered different types of women from different caste. It shoed how to arouse women and to bring happiness to women.

By bringing the women to bliss land, I could get more strength. It was a double cultivation technique.

When I came out of the trance, I was already at the college gate. I paid the rickshaw fare and ran towards the classroom.

I reward I was expecting was some money or super powers.

We had fixed classroom for each semester. Our classroom was on the first floor of humanities block.

I ran over and class was already started.

I walked in and sat on the last bench. Of course, I asked for permission from the teacher.

And yeah, it was the last bench. Back to my hometown, I was a first bencher. I ranked very high in the Higher Secondary Examination ( sort of college entrance examination).

But after I came to Delhi, it was little harder to adjust.

First of all, I did not know Hindi. You can imagine, I was living in a Hindi speaking city and I did not speak Hindi.

Second, many of the teachers lectured in Hindi. Oh my God! I usually sitting dazed at the last bench.

Most of the classmates are from Delhi, UP and Bihar. Basically, all Hindi speaking people. There were no South Indian in our class.

And there were five mongoloids - three from Manipur counting me ; one from Arunachal Pradesh ; one from Darjeeling ; and last one from Ladakh.

Saddest thing was that, all these four fellow mongoloids spoke Hindi.

Luckily, I could communicate with most the classmate in English. Those from Delhi were more fluent in English than those from UP or Bihar.

Those other four mongoloids did schooling here Delhi itself. That's why they were fluent in Hindi.

The one from Arunachal Pradesh was a sexy women with tall, long legs, long hairs and a tempting figure.

One from Manipur was also women. She was also beautiful but little short.

Anyway, both of them were my target to complete my task of the day. '

We had three classes in the morning and it was lunch. I invited the women from Manipur for lunch. Her name was Rebika.

I was planning to invite everyone to complete the task sooner. But on the second thought, I did not want to take any chances. What if others were not counted, I did not have much money. And I wont be able to complete task. I am repeating again, I did not want to change my orientation.

That's it.

Me and Rebika went to the college Canteen. We usually ate there because it was cheap and closer to the class.

It'd be better if we went to KFC or McDonald's. But I had tight budget and I had no experience eating there.

So, I did not want to embarrass myself.

My favorite was Chole Bature. Because it was cheap and tasty.

But today, I ordered all expensive things there in the canteen. Rebika discouraged me saying that we won't be able to finish them.

"It's okay"

I pretended to be generous but my heart hurts.

'I have to complete the task.' I consoled myself.

But counting all the orders, it did not reach 1000. Yeah, it was that cheap.

After the lunch, there was supposed to have another class. But it was optional interdisciplinary class.

So, we skip that class and I invited her to Kamla Nagar. It was a major market area located just behind our college campus.

I had to buy something for her. I did not have the budget to buy any fashionable things.

We went into a book store. And I bought few guide books and question banks. Semester exam was around the corner.

She rejected it first but I insisted. How could I not insist? If she did not take it, I might become a gay.

Oh fortunately! She accepted.