Leo stood frozen in the doorway, hidden in the dim hallway light.
Inside the private room, Jake grunted loudly, his face twisted in ecstasy.
"Fuck… I'm coming—!"
Mary quickly pulled her head back. Thick ropes of cum sprayed across the low table in front of him as he groaned, breathing heavily. She sat back on the couch, wiping her mouth and chin with the back of her hand before grabbing a tissue to clean her tongue and lips.
Outside the door, Leo silently raised his phone and recorded the entire scene — his younger sister on her knees, breasts out, lips swollen and glistening, the mess on the table, Jake panting as he'd just run a marathon. He stopped recording, slipped the phone back into his pocket, and left as quietly as he had arrived.
He drove the Honda back to the convenience store, parked in the alley, and dialed Mary's number.
Inside Room 7, Jake pulled Mary onto his lap, kissing and licking at the upper swell of her breasts that spilled out of her open shirt.
"Mmm… you're so fucking hot when you suck me like that," he murmured against her skin.
Mary moaned softly, tilting her head back. Her phone suddenly rang on the table. She glanced at the screen — "Blocked."
She pushed Jake's head away and sat up straight.
"Quiet," she snapped.
Jake blinked, confused. "Babe, what's wrong?"
Mary ignored him and answered the call, her voice instantly shifting back to its usual arrogant tone.
"What?"
Leo's calm voice came through the line. "I'm outside your store. Come out. I'm waiting."
Mary's eyes widened. She gulped.
"W-what—"
The call ended.
"Fuck…" she hissed, clenching her fists.
Jake stood up quickly, pulling up his pants. "Mary, what the hell is going on?"
Mary didn't explain. She buttoned her shirt hastily, fixed her skirt, and grabbed her bag.
"We need to go. Now."
She stormed out without waiting for him. Jake quickly threw on his jacket and hurried after her.
Outside, his bike was parked near the entrance. They climbed on and sped off. Within a few minutes, they arrived near the convenience store. Mary jumped off the bike the moment it stopped and straightened her messy hair.
Jake killed the engine and glared at her. "You gonna tell me now why you dragged me out here so suddenly?"
Mary didn't even look at him. "I need to meet someone. I'll call you later."
Jake's face darkened. He grabbed her shoulder roughly. "Mary, who the hell are you meeting?"
Mary's expression turned ice-cold. She gripped his wrist, twisted it hard, and slammed her knee into his stomach. Jake doubled over, coughing violently in the dust.
"You dare question me, dickhead?" she hissed. "Next time I'll break your spine."
She turned and walked away without another word.
Jake struggled to his feet, face flushed with anger and humiliation. He watched her walk toward the old silver Honda parked nearby. His eyes narrowed as he quickly pulled out his phone and noted down the license plate number.
"Fucking bitch… daring to cheat on me," he muttered under his breath. "I'll show you."
She turned to him with an irritated glare. "Why are you here, Leo?"
Leo started driving, his mind still replaying the scene he had just witnessed. Mary might be a teenager, but her body was the kind that could rile up any sane man. Even though he knew she did whatever she pleased, he had never expected to see it with his own eyes.
Seeing that he seemed to be lost, she raised her voice. "LEO!"
Leo glanced at her, unfazed. "Why are you shouting, brat?"
"I asked why you're here!"
"Mom called me. She was worried. And anyway, are you really working?"
Mary scoffed. "Of course I'm working. Where else would I be at this time?"
Leo nodded slowly. "Who knows, right? Maybe you're using the part-time job as an excuse to…"
Mary tensed for a second, but quickly recovered, assuming there was no way Leo could know what she had been doing.
"I can do whatever I want, Leo. Why are you even worried?" she shot back, her usual arrogant tone returning. But her eyes stayed on his face, searching for any reaction.
Leo didn't reply. He drove the rest of the way home in silence.
When they finally reached the house, Mary slammed the car door loudly and stormed inside.
Leo sighed. "What did I do this time…"
The family dinner was quiet. Elizabeth had cooked a comforting spread of Korean dishes — grilled short ribs, kimchi jjigae, fresh banchan, and steamed rice. The warm, familiar smells filled the dining room.
Leo ate in silence. For him, Elizabeth's cooking was a small slice of peace, like washing away the day's stress. He didn't converse or waste time. He simply ate, savoring each bite.
After dinner, he excused himself and shut the door to his room.
He lounged on his bed and opened the System screen.
[Corruption Meter – Mary Cross]Current: 1%
Leo stared at the number, frowning. "What the hell… Jennifer reached 5% with just a drive and some intimate touches. I literally witnessed my sister giving a blowjob and only got 1%?"
The System replied in its usual calm, robotic tone:
The Corruption Meter does not increase solely based on the sexual act itself.It measures voluntary corruption, humiliation, arousal, forbidden/taboo elements, and emotional betrayal.Even though you witnessed the act, Mary's Corruption Meter only rose by 1% because she is your sister. The taboo factor gave a small boost, but true corruption requires her own willing choices and deeper emotional surrender.
Leo leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
"So the act itself doesn't matter as much as the essence behind it… If I watch Mary get humiliated, will the meter rise faster?"
Absolutely.
Leo closed the window, leaned back against the headboard, and closed his eyes.
The omniscient view activated instantly, the blue screen expanding smoothly in his mind like a private theater. He could use it in countless ways — rewind moments, zoom in on expressions, even listen to thoughts if he chose. Tonight, he simply let it flow.
The scene shifted to Jennifer's apartment.
She was curled up on her couch, wearing nothing but an oversized white shirt that hung loosely off one shoulder, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. Underneath, she wore only a pair of simple black panties. Her long silver-gray hair cascaded messily over one shoulder as she scrolled through her phone, legs tucked beneath her.
She was deep in Roy's Instagram.
Photo after photo slid past her thumb: Roy posing with famous models at exclusive events, standing beside luxury cars, lounging on private yachts, throwing lavish parties with bottles of champagne popping in the background. The usual bragging reel of a rich kid who wanted the world to know it.
Jennifer's eyes widened with each swipe. Her expression shifted from mild interest to open curiosity, then quiet awe. Her legs moved restlessly, toes curling against the couch cushion. Visit novelping(.)com for the full chapter.
Wow… I wonder how much that yacht costs. Probably millions, right?
Isn't that Sarah Kim? She's one of the top models at Roy's father's agency… She looks even better in real life.
Her breathing grew a little quicker, a faint flush creeping up her neck as she kept scrolling.
A new message notification popped up.
Roy: Hey Jennifer, what are your plans for tomorrow?
Jennifer stared at the screen for a second, then typed back.
Jennifer: Nothing much. Might just watch a movie on the couch with my friends.
Roy: Really? I thought you and Leo might have a date planned or something.
Jennifer let out a soft, bitter chuckle under her breath.
As if Leo would ever plan anything, she thought. He won't even call me unless I message him first.
She typed:
Jennifer: We usually don't plan dates. He likes to surprise me at the last minute. What about you? Any plans?
Roy's reply came almost immediately.
Roy: Actually, I was thinking of checking out this new private rooftop lounge tomorrow evening. Great view, good music, and the chef there is incredible. If you're free, you should come. No pressure — just thought it might be more fun than another couch night.
Jennifer stared at the message, biting her lower lip. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard as she hesitated.
Back in his room, Leo watched the entire exchange unfold in real time.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Jennifer had accepted Roy's invitation eventually.
A heavy, unpleasant weight settled deep in his chest. The word everyone knew, but no one wanted to embody, flashed through his mind — cuck. Green hat.
Whatever label people gave it, the meaning was always the same. Some found twisted excitement in the idea. Others felt nothing but disgust. But no one ever imagined they would willingly walk into it themselves.
Leo knew exactly what he was doing. He was the one orchestrating this. He was deliberately watching his own girl slowly being drawn into another man's world. And right now, it didn't feel like power or control.
It felt like shit.
His pride burned. This wasn't the fantasy he had imagined when the System first awakened.
The hunger was still there, stirring low and dark in his gut, but it was now tangled with something uglier — a quiet, gnawing shame. He was turning himself into the very thing he had once looked down on.
"I'm afraid of what I'll become by the end of this…" he whispered into the darkness of his room.
Leo closed his eyes again, this time for sleep.
The hunger remained, quiet but persistent beneath the surface. For the first time, however, it was accompanied by a deep, uncomfortable doubt.
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