Supreme Degenerate Lust System-Chapter 17: Two Love Birds and a Crow!

"It's showtime."

With the stealth of a man sneaking out of his lover's bed before her husband gets home, Alex cracked the door open and crept into the hallway.

Each step was a calculated masterpiece—silent, precise, the walk of a professional assassin of decency.

He made it to the staircase, slid down like a prowling cat, and plastered himself against the end wall like a spy who had way too much fun watching forbidden midnight shows.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he peeked around the corner, his eyes scanning the tavern like a predator looking for the ripest prey.

Most of the tables were occupied by drunkards slumped over their drinks, some snoring, some murmuring sweet nothings to their tankards.

Others had already dragged their wobbly asses to bed, leaving behind only the die-hard drinkers.

Mind you, this was one section of the building, there are more than two dozen sections in the entire building.

"Nah, not them... hmm... not them either... huh... AHA! There. It's dear Charlotte and her dear Alric-sama, drinking alone like two lovebirds who got lost in the sauce!"

And sure enough, there they were.

Charlotte—the ever-so-graceful, ever-so-noble lady—was currently flailing her arms, her mouth running faster than a bard gossiping about a scandal.

The way she laughed, snorted, and waved her arms like a wild performer on stage was Priceless.

Alric, usually the composed "I'm too cool for this" guy, was no better. His face was redder than a sunburnt tomato, and he looked one drink away from confessing his undying love to the furniture.

"Looks like they got awkward being alone together, so they drowned their embarrassment in booze... ha, classic."

Alex grinned as he slipped back up the stairs.

It was time.

Time to put Operation: Conquer Charlotte's Dignity into motion.

...

Alex slithered into Charlotte's room with the grace of a thief in the night—except instead of stealing gold, he was about to commit grand larceny on her dignity.

He made sure the coast was clear before tiptoeing to her drawer like a raccoon raiding a dumpster, eyes gleaming with mischief.

With a slow pull, he slid the drawer open, fingers plunging in like a treasure hunter diving into a forbidden chest.

"Eyeliner... nope. Foundation... nope. Seriously, how many powders does one woman need?"

One by one, he fished out her precious items, tossing them aside like they were junk mail.

"Shampoo... nah. Perfume... meh. Eggplant...nop—wait, what?!"

His hands froze mid-motion.

Alex blinked. Looked down. Blinked again. Then slowly, carefully, as if handling a cursed relic, he retrieved the item he had so carelessly discarded and held it up to the dim light.

It was eggplant-shaped, eggplant-colored, but it damn well wasn't a vegetable.

The thing was smooth, firm, suspiciously firm, and clearly designed for purposes that had absolutely nothing to do with cooking.

A slow, devilish grin spread across his face.

"Oh ho ho... dear, sweet, noble Charlotte-sama, what is this? Naughty, naughty girl. Thinking dirty thoughts about your perfect Alric-sama, are we? Ha! I knew that stuck-up act was a front."

He twirled the forbidden artifact between his fingers like a villain admiring a stolen diamond.

This was exactly his plan was going to work tonight.

Tonight, Charlotte's shame belonged to him.

Alex wasted no time. With the kind of reverence usually reserved for fine wine or aged whiskey, he brought the forbidden eggplant up to his nose and took a deep, soul-altering whiff.

His eyes rolled back. His knees nearly buckled.

"Damn! This is strong! Like a love potion brewed by a succubus in heat!"

He let the scent swirl around in his brain like a fine cigar smoke, savoring the sinful sweetness.

If this was a perfume, they'd have to keep it locked up in a vault—too dangerous for the general public.

[...]

Meanwhile, deep inside his soul, the system itself sat in stunned silence. It had seen some shit in its time, but this? This was uncharted territory.

Was he a genius? A lunatic? A horny prophet sent by the gods? The system decided the safest option was to simply shut the hell up and observe.

Alex finally—reluctantly—put the toy back in the drawer, giving it one last respectful glance like a man parting ways with a lost love. Then, he resumed his actual mission.

After rummaging through the drawer like a perverted archaeologist, his fingers finally landed on his golden ticket.

"Aha! Jackpot. My irrefutable proof. My glorious get-out-of-jail-free card!"

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He held up the bright red lipstick between his fingers like it was the fabled Excalibur, the key to his master plan.

Without hesitation, he strutted over to Charlotte's pristine white bedsheets and set the lipstick right onto the fabric, making sure even a drunkard can see it.

Then, for the final touch, he grabbed a bedsheet and looped it around one of the bedposts, just enough to suggest some wild, forbidden activity had taken place.

With a final smirk, he slithered out of the room like a satisfied cat burglar and tiptoed back to his own quarters.

As he shut the door behind him, he whispered to himself,

"Now I wait..."

His grin widened.

Like a seasoned peeping pervert—one who had definitely spent too much time perfecting his craft—Alex pressed his ear to the door, vibrating with anticipation.

Then came the glorious chaos.

"I am hic tellin' you, Alric Sama... hic I am noooot drunk at all... hic trussst meeee... hic a lil' alcohol won't defeat this mighty Charlotte... hic I'm as sober as a monk on a Monday!"

"I know thaat, Jarlotte... bud, led us hic sleep, okay?"

"Let us hic sleep? Like you and hic me... together...?"

"Yes. You sleep in your doom. I sleep in my doom."

"Why don't we hic sleep together, Alric-hic-sama~?"

"No, no, no. Nod before marriage... taboooo..."

Alex bit his fist to keep from howling with laughter. This was gold. This was art.

It was a damn shame these two drunken idiots didn't have an audience because this performance deserved an award.

Then came the click of one door opening. Then another. Two doors, locking in unison.

His moment had arrived.

"He he he... it's showtime..."

Rubbing his hands together like an evil mastermind unveiling his death ray, Alex pulled up his skill panel.

[Skill: (Mask of Phantasm) C rank]

[Description: Allows the user to change appearance into any human for 20 seconds.]

[Cooldown: 20 minutes]

[Upgradable: Yes]

[Use the skill?]

His lips curled into a devilish grin.

"Ohhh, hell yes."

With a thought, he activated the skill, his body tingling with anticipation.

If everything went according to plan, tonight was going to be a night that dear, mighty Charlotte would never forget.