Supreme Degenerate Lust System-Chapter 16: Plan Charlotte!

"I think it's best if you act as this Violet for a while, Ms. Sammy."

Sammy nearly choked on her own spit.

"Wh-what do you mean act as Violet?!"

Celeste folded her arms, watching Sammy fumble like a merchant caught selling fake potions.

"You said his face lit up when he saw you and he just... hugged you, right? Just a hug?"

Sammy stiffened, her face turning as red as a tomato about to explode.

"Y-yes! J-j-just a hug! Wh-what else would he do to me, huh?!"

She puffed out her chest.

"I am a strong woman! He'll be squashed like a bug before he does anything to me!"

Celeste gave her a look. A very knowing look.

"Well, good. That's good."

She nodded sagely, like a wise old monk about to drop some sacred wisdom.

"Just act as Violet whenever he has these episodes. If he wants a hug, just embrace him. What's the harm in hugging a mentally ill person if it helps him regain some memories?"

Sammy clenched her fists, looking anywhere but at Celeste.

"Hugging. R-right. Just hugging. Not... anything else. Definitely not anything else..."

Her voice trailed off as she replayed the assault her poor behind had suffered just minutes ago.

Meanwhile, Alex, the so-called "mentally ill" patient, was lying on his bed, grinning like a perverted Buddha in his sleep.

He looked too damn pleased, like a man who had just won a lifetime supply of free brothel visits.

Celeste continued healing him, unaware of the battle Sammy had just fought and lost.

It had been a hassle picking him up and tossing him onto the bed, mostly because Sammy had been so tempted to drop him face-first and let him eat the floorboards.

But now, looking at the smug little smile on his sleeping face, she had a sinking feeling that this wouldn't be the last time she'd be dealing with this horny menace.

She had called Celeste but very conveniently left out a few... key details.

She only mentioned that Alex had hugged her, called her Violet, and then dramatically collapsed like some tragic hero in a third-rate romance play.

She definitely didn't mention how she had whacked him in the back of the head like an angry mom catching her kid stealing cookies.

And she sure as hell wasn't about to admit that he had palmed her ass like a baker checking the firmness of fresh dough.

How could she even say that to anyone? "Oh, by the way, Celeste, that mentally ill kid just gave my ass a full-course massage and rated it five stars on AssAdvisor."

Yeah. No.

Sammy fidgeted with her fingers, her mind wrestling with Celeste's words. If she actually went along with this "act as Violet" nonsense... would he do it again?

Would he just dive at her, face-first into her cleavage like a man who lost his will to live anywhere except between her breasts?

Would those devilish hands once again grope her cheeks like a desperate man squeezing the last bit of toothpaste from the tube?

A shiver ran down her spine, her entire body rejecting the idea so hard she had to physically shake her head.

'Nope. Not happening. This body is reserved for one man only, and that man is definitely not a giggling pervert with memory loss and octopus hands.'

Celeste finished her healing and left with Sammy, who still looked like she'd been struck by divine revelation—and not the good kind.

Meanwhile, Alex lay on his bed, grinning like a cat that just knocked over a priceless vase but blamed it on the dog.

'Hu hu hu... Poor Sammy. Will she abandon a helpless, confused, memory-lost sheep in need? He he he... I don't think so. She's too kind-hearted. Too nurturing. Too... soft. Oh, so soft...'

He bit his lip, recalling the forbidden moment from earlier—the warmth, the give, the bounce—by the gods, that bounce!

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While the ladies were talking, Alex and his system were having some heart to heart talk.

Alex stroked his chin, feeling like an evil mastermind plotting world domination—except instead of conquering kingdoms, he was leveling up via ass appreciation.

According to the system's very straightforward mechanics, 10 Lust Points equaled 1 Rank Point, and 1 Rank Point allowed him to climb a rank.

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So if he racked up just five more Lust Points, he could officially crawl out of G-minus—which, frankly, sounded like the rank for a janitor's assistant—into a proper G-rank adventurer.

It was simple. Too simple. Almost insultingly so.

But hey, if all he had to do to power up was indulge in some high-quality squeezage, who was he to complain?

Of course, not everyone had it this easy.

Normal adventurers had to bust their asses training, chug questionable potions, and risk their lives fighting monsters just to inch their way up the ranks.

But not Alex. Nope. For him, all it took was a well-placed squeeze, a strategic grope, or maybe even a bold motorboat—and boom, free power-ups.

It was a dream come true.

And the best part? The system's quests weren't grueling, soul-crushing tasks. No "slay ten goblins" or "gather 100 rare herbs" nonsense.

Nope.

These were his kind of missions. The kind that made him chuckle like a pervy old sage discovering the ultimate forbidden technique.

"He he he..."

He lay there grinning at the ceiling like a man who just saw heaven but got sent back because he still had more important work to do. No blinking, no moving—just pure, unfiltered glee as the hours ticked by.

And then, at the stroke of midnight—when the world was asleep, when the sinners thrived—he moved.

Silent as a shadow, he rose from his bed, glided toward the door, and pressed his ear against it like a man eavesdropping on the dirtiest gossip imaginable.

Nothing. No voices. No footsteps. Just silence.

A wicked grin spread across his face.

He cracked the door open, peeking out like a horny phantom on the prowl.

The hallway was completely deserted.

Perfect.

It was time. Time for Plan Charlotte!