The world had never been kind to Leonardo, but that day, he woke up with a strange feeling that everything was even more wrong than usual.
The alarm rang at 6:10 a.m. The dark, stuffy room smelled of mold and sweat. The house was silent, as always, no "good morning," no sound of pans on the stove, just the ticking of the clock and the sound of his own breathing.
The loneliness had never felt so overwhelming.
Leonardo dragged himself to the cracked mirror, staring at his thin, pale reflection, with dark circles so deep they looked like bruises.
"Maybe today will be different," he muttered to himself. He was lying, always lying, trying to muster the strength to go to school.
On the way there, he already knew what awaited him. The light rain didn't help. Soaked, with the heavy backpack bouncing against his back, each step toward hell was automatic.
At the gate, they were there. "Here comes the freak," said Vitor, the pack leader. Tan, strong, cap backward, predator eyes.
Leonardo tried to walk straight past them.
"Hold up, Leo," said Fabio, the second one. "What's the rush? Off to jerk off in the bathroom thinking about Caio's mom?" The laughter was instant.
"He likes MILFs, man," added Caio, the third. "Probably follows all those hot old chicks on Insta. Thinks he's gonna bang one someday."
Leonardo didn't answer, didn't even look. He'd learned that if he pretended it wasn't about him, the pain came slower.
But they were on fire that day.
"Hey, Leo," Vitor shouted, already following him. "Tell us, what was your first jerk-off video? Desperate single mom? Wife cheating on her younger husband?"
"I bet it was that classic: 'Nerdy boy teaches stepmom how to use the Wi-Fi and ends up fucking her,'" said Caio, cracking up.
Leonardo's face burned with anger. Even so, he kept quiet, as always.
In the classroom, the teasing continued. From the back of the room, someone threw a crumpled note onto his lap. He opened it with trembling fingers. It read, scrawled in messy handwriting:
"Filthy MILF hunter. Get outta here, freak."
More laughter followed, with taunts coming from all directions, girls and boys alike.
The teacher came in, but nothing changed. He never noticed, never wanted to.
At lunch break, things spiraled out of control. Leonardo was sitting alone, eating a pack of cookies, when Vitor approached with a phone in hand.
"Check this out, everyone," he shouted. "I got Leo the freak's search history!"
People crowded around. Leonardo froze, unsure how he had gotten access to it.
"'Step-mom takes control,' 'Curvy mature neighbor,' 'Stepaunt catches me and joins in'... Holy shit, man! The kid's got over thirty MILF videos in here." Vitor laughed. "Does your mom know you're a fucking freak?"
The phone passed from hand to hand, showing photos, videos, edits. No one questioned how he got it or whether it was real. They just laughed, even the shy ones, even the ones who usually kept quiet.
Then someone, he didn't see who, yelled:
"Let's crowdfund and send this virgin to an old-lady whorehouse!"
The roar of laughter drowned out any chance of response. Leonardo said nothing, didn't run, didn't cry. He just looked around.
Eyes, smiles, pointing fingers, not a single helping hand.
On the way home, he walked slowly. The rain got heavier, but he didn't care. He passed a bus stop where two middle-aged women were chatting and laughing. He looked away, felt sick to his stomach.
That's what everyone saw in him now: a pervert, trash.
He got home and locked the door. The silence embraced him like an old friend.
Leo went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, touched his own face, trying to see the boy who had once existed before all this. He found nothing.
He went to his room, picked up his sketchbook. On every page, drawings of older, sensual, dominant women. Fantasies and dreams that now felt like evidence of his own depravity. He felt ashamed.
"It's over for me, isn't it? I'm 18, and no girl in school wants to come near me because they think I'm a freak. How the hell did I mess up my life this badly?"
Leonardo stared into nothingness.
"Is it really my fault? I never told anyone I was into that stuff. Those bullies found out on their own."
What hurts the most is knowing I'll never be able to get revenge for all the humiliation they've put me through.
He couldn't cry anymore. That was just the reality of his life. Tears would only make the burden heavier.
"If I could at least get a System… like in those smut webnovels I read…"
"I'd make them all pay. One by one. Vitor, Fabio, Caio, the tough girls, the nerds who pretend they're different from me, they'd all pay."
But who am I kidding? This isn't a movie. I'm just another nobody, destined to disappear.
He closed his eyes, and as if some wish was being granted, a notification window popped up in front of him.
[Congratulations, Leonardo, you've been selected to participate in a System.]
What?
[Your participation depends on your approval. If you accept, you will gain special abilities to subdue your enemies and humiliate them publicly. Your life will never be the same. If you reject, this message will disappear and you'll forget it ever happened.]
"Wait, wait, this is too sudden. Is this real? Am I dreaming?"
[You have 1 minute to make a decision regarding the NTR Demon System.]
NTR Demon System? What kind of stupid name is that? Did I fall asleep while reading a smut webnovel?
Leo tried pinching his skin and splashing water on his face to wake up—but nothing happened.
Then he went to the balcony and looked at the neighboring houses, trying to spot something off, but it all seemed too real.
What's going on? I've never had a dream like this.
[You have 10 seconds to decide about the NTR Demon System.]
"You know what? I accept. Nothing to lose, I think."
[Congratulations on your decision, Leonardo.]
[Name: Leonardo
Age: 18
Level: 1
HP: 100/100
MP: 20/20
Attack: 1
Defense: -1
Skills: none]
[As a reward for joining the System, you have just received a starter skill pack.]
[New Skill (LVL 1): Penis Enhancement]
[New Skill (LVL 1): X-Ray Vision]
[New Skill (LVL 1): Scan]
Leonardo felt a surge of energy rush through his body. Now he was certain this wasn't a dream. It was real, too real.
What the fuck is going on?