**Chapter 3**
[You have ejaculated]
[You have received 5 EXP]
[You have ejaculated]
[You have received 5 EXP]
[You have leveled up]
[You have received 3 additional stat points]
[You have ejaculated]
[You have received 5 EXP]
[You have ejaculated]
[You have received 5 EXP]
[You have ejaculated]
[You have received 5 EXP]
[Daily quest complete]
[You have received 5 EXP]
[Level: 1]
[EXP: 20/100]
Thirty EXP points at once. Ten of them leveled me up to level 1, leaving me with twenty toward the next level.
I opened the system panel to spend my 3 stat points and see what difference they would make to my body, if any at all.
When I checked, though, I knew I couldn’t waste them all. The main quest focused on my physical stats, so even though I wanted to dump points into Charm to be more handsome than everyone or Intelligence out of pure curiosity, I had to prioritize the other three.
[Strength: 3]
[Agility: 2]
[Stamina: 2]
I only had 3 points, so I dumped them all into Stamina. I’d handle Agility and Strength later when I leveled up again.
[Stamina: 5]
A strange rush ran through me. I couldn’t really describe it. It kinda felt like when I came from masturbating, but different at the same time.
Since I couldn’t put my finger on it, I ignored it. Best motto of my life.
Other than the fact that I was only thirteen, of course.
Anyway, seeing such a quick way to level up, why would I stop there?
I immediately grabbed the tissue box, lowered my pants, and turned on another video on the laptop. I sat on the edge of the bed, ready to beat my meat to oblivion, when a bunch of notifications popped up in front of me.
[You have exceeded the base number of ejaculations for today]
[Either consume a restoration potion]
[Or please use a skill]
I was disappointed, to say the least.
Still, following my life motto, I tucked my member back into my pants and headed out of the room to hang with my cousins. They’d be leaving in a few days, after all.
~
And that was how my thirteenth birthday ended. Five years later, today is my eighteenth birthday. It was also the last day of my junior year of high school.
The best part? Summer vacation starts tomorrow, and after that, I only have one more year in this hellhole.
Why call it a hellhole? Easy. Let me explain through my sexual life.
Was I a virgin?
Of course I was.
Why?
Was I not popular?
Of course, I was extremely popular.
Was I nervous about it?
Of course, I wasn’t.
Did I have anxiety or performance issues?
I wouldn’t deny feeling nervous sometimes, but no, I had no major problems there.
Then why?
Because of my fucking school.
It was a school full of pompous dicks. Even the chicks had dicks—dicks of arrogance.
I dated a few of them, and not one made me want to stick around for more than ten minutes.
The girls here weren’t bullied. Ever. Why bother when you could just spread your legs for the jocks?
I’d bet my entire fortune that none of them were virgins—not even one. Not even the ugliest ones. Now, I wasn’t one of those guys chasing a pure virgin as the love of my life. I didn’t need someone as clean as purified water.
I just wanted a remotely normal girl. In any way. In any one way.
Like this one chick I went on a date with…
“Why don’t you take my pants off right here, right now, and stick it in me?”
She said it so seductively that it messed with a sixteen-year-old virgin like me. But it was messed up for other reasons too. You see, she said it right in the middle of a fucking amusement park.
Parents stared at me like I was the scum of the earth, while moms covered their kids’ ears in disgust.
Then there was another one…
“I want to be bathed in your golden water.”
It took me a second to get it, but once I did, I bolted as fast as I could.
And another…
“These guys will be joining us tonight.”
Who? Fucking muscular dudes twice my size, height-wise.
Just imagining that scenario made me want to throw up the expensive tacos I’d eaten. And they were good tacos.
It was safe to say I’d dated almost half the school, and not one normal girl turned up. Just sluts with fetishes that put internet porn to shame.
If there was one person who was remotely normal and kind in this school, it was the school doctor.
But I sure as hell couldn’t date my teacher.
I sighed as I entered the school. Girls instantly started hitting on me while their boyfriends stood right next to them.
And I assure you, it wasn’t because of my looks. Sure, as I grew, my Charm had gone up with me.
[Charm: 7]
But I doubted I looked like Ryan Reynolds—I’m a huge fan, by the way. I learned most of my cursing from him. Very educational.
The real reason I was popular was my status. Even in a school full of kids from top politicians and public officials, the Haller name still carried weight.
These girls hit on me because I had more money than their families’ entire fortunes combined—and that was just my personal money. When you added the main family fortune I was set to inherit, I’d be the youngest billionaire in the world.
So yeah, it made sense that I got asked out every day, often because old men were pushing their daughters at me. In reality, it was the old men who wanted to tie me down. I was wanted by old men.
That thought made me so angry I’d have to recite peace mantras just to stop myself from snapping the necks of the bitches who came at me like that.
“I thought I told you to get me my money!”
And then there were guys like this.
Sure, the girls weren’t bullied. But the guys were. Because, unfortunately for them, the hole they came with wasn’t desired.
So yeah, this was a common sight, and I usually left it alone as long as it wasn’t happening right in front of me.
“Hey, Jackson!” I called out to the big, dark-skinned dude holding another skinny, dark-skinned kid by the collar and slamming him into the wall.
“What?!” Jackson snapped, turning in anger. But the second he saw me, his expression switched to fear.
Why?
Because, in simpler terms, I was the biggest bully in school. The bully king, you could say.
The bullies bullied the weak while I bullied the bullies.
So yeah. All the bullies in school—junior or senior—feared me because they’d each gotten the beating of a lifetime from me.
Jackson was no different.
“What did I say about no extortion, huh?” I asked, putting on an angry face.
“Tha—He—uh—” Jackson stuttered, trying to form a reply. I stepped closer. “Now stop being stupid and empty your pockets.”
Jackson did it without hesitation. He was basically the MC of the school. Handsome jock, captain of the basketball team. Cheerleaders opened their legs for him, whether they were taken or not. The guys opened their wallets. The top dog.
And that top dog was currently cowering in front of me. What did that say about me?
Well, I guess that spoke volumes all on its own.
Jackson pulled out his wallet with shaky hands and handed over all the bills. I took them and said, “Don’t let this happen again in front of me. And enjoy your vacation starting tomorrow. If I hear you’ve been bullying people, I might do something bad when you get back.”
Jackson nodded frantically and ran off. I turned to the kid he’d been messing with. “How much did he take from you?”
“T-two hundred,” the kid replied, still scared.
I checked the bundle—it was only 347. I handed him 150. “Fifty is for saving you. Stand up for yourself next time.”
With that handled, I headed to class. Last day before summer vacation. Couldn’t wait for it to be over.