Ultimate Charm System
Catching my girlfriend of four years was cheating on me, my heart didn’t just break; it hollowed out. I drank myself stupid trying to numb it, but alcohol never really does the job. Then, like an idiot, I drove home drunk and ended up crashing straight into a truck.
On the brink of death, a demon appeared. She offered to save me and grant me power, so long as I gave her one thing in return: entertainment.
Next thing I know, I’ve been blessed with a Charm skill. And as it levels up, life gets… chaotic.
Suddenly I’m being chased by all kinds of women.
As I climb the social ladder and build real influence, one goal stays burning in my chest: to serve the girl who betrayed me a cold, delicious revenge she’ll never forget.
All Characters In Any Smut Scenes In This Book Are Over The Age Of 18.
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Chapter: 227. Whom?Meanwhile.....Outside the red torii gate of the shrine, Lilith planted her boot firmly into Mark’s chest, kicking him away so she could chamber her weapon for another strike on Rita's head.BANG!She swung with all her strength, aiming to crush Rita's skull, but this time she wasn't so lucky. Rita caught the metal pole barehanded. Her grip was so intensely tight that the iron tube groaned, compressing and bending inward under her fingers before she forcefully ripped it out of Lilith's hands.Lilith’s eyes widened in horror as her weapon was snatched away with brute force right before her eyes. Before she could even process her next move, Rita surged to her feet. Her hand shot forward, clamping around Lilith’s throat, choking the breath out of her as she hoisted her effortlessly into the air. Lilith’s feet dangled uselessly above the ground as she struggled to break the grip.Meanwhile, Mark scrambled up from the dirt, his mind furiously
Last Updated: 2026-07-04
Chapter: 226. Yui and Kaida Earlier That Day...A young man, nineteen to twenty-one years old, mopped the wooden floor thoroughly, making sure not even a single speck of dust remained.He was dressed only in a white tank top and boxers. Despite it being early morning with a sharp chill hanging in the air, he didn’t feel cold. Not even slightly. Who would feel cold after blasting through two hundred consecutive push-ups without a single break?After finishing the floors—walking barefoot across the clean wood—he clicked his fingers. A tiny spark of fire ignited in the hearth, illuminating the firewood. Placing a heavy cast-iron pan over the heat, he began frying eggs while expertly prepping bread and tea on the side.As he worked, a light sweat beaded on his forehead. He brushed it away, revealing smooth skin that, along with the rest of his flawless complexion, could easily make someone mistake him for a girl at first glance. Fortunately, his sharp, defined jawline
Last Updated: 2026-07-04
Chapter: 225. Possession Rita didn’t even look up at Mark. Her eyes were hollow and empty. After he blocked her initial strike, she flipped backward effortlessly, landing in a bizarre, disjointed posture with legs stretched wide, hands dangling loosely like a practitioner of some twisted drunken boxing."Go check on Lilith!" Mark roared at a terrified Alice. "I'll handle whatever the hell this is!"Mark dropped into his own fighting stance. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his sister, but the reality of the situation forced his hand: either he fought, or he stood by and watched Rita slaughter them all."I choose to fight," he hissed under his breath, locking his resolve.With a burst of speed, he charged. Rita lunged forward to meet him, her movements an unsettling contradiction, clunky and dead-eyed like a zombie, yet blindingly fast. Their fists collided mid-air with a brutal, deafening crack, like two boulders smashing together."How did you
Last Updated: 2026-07-03
Chapter: 224. The red gateAt exactly 5:00 PM, Mark and the girls stepped out of their hotel rooms. Mark carried a small bag slung over his shoulder. It held only the essentials: a flashlight, some snacks, water, and—just in case—a few small throwing knives. He would have vastly preferred a firearm, but Japan’s strict laws made civilian gun ownership next to impossible.Bundled up in warm jackets, beanies, and heavy boots, the group huddled on the sidewalk, waiting for their Uber."So... we aren't staying for long, right?" Alice asked, shivering slightly."Depends," Mark replied.Alice raised an eyebrow. "On what, exactly?"Before Mark could answer, Rita let out a sudden shriek. She clutched her head, her face twisting into utter disgust. High above them in the branches of a barren tree, a bird had just ruined her night."What the fuck?!" she gagged, wiping bird poop from her hair while the other girls burst out laughing.Lilith pul
Last Updated: 2026-07-02
Chapter: 223. Legend of Oiwa-san(The Next Morning)Mark woke to the gentle morning breeze fluttering the curtains, sending soft shafts of sunlight dancing across his bed.He blinked against the brightness and looked around. The hotel room was spotlessly clean, and he was completely alone. That’s when the chaotic memories of the previous night came rushing back. The mysterious System User, the accusations of being a Revolutionary, the desperate sprint back to his harem, and the glorious moment he literally face-planted and blacked out right at that noodles shop door.‘They must’ve dragged my ass back to the hotel,’ Mark thought, stretching as he stood up.Surprisingly, he felt fantastic. He pulled up his interface to check his stats: both his HP and MP were topped off to their absolute limits. His muscles were just a little sore—a parting gift from the Speed Potion, or perhaps a byproduct of the absolute marathon of a bedroom session he’d put his body through beforehand
Last Updated: 2026-07-01
Chapter: 222. Encounter with a system userLooking around the crowded restaurant, Mark’s eyes locked onto a Japanese man wearing a black hoodie who had just stepped through the door.The guy had his face obscured, making it impossible to map out his facial features perfectly, but suddenly, he whipped his head up. His gaze pierced straight through the crowd to meet Mark's. In that instant, it was obvious—the stranger knew Mark wasn't an ordinary human either.Mark immediately stood up to approach him, but the man pivoted on his heel and vanished back out the door."Hey... wait up! I just wanna talk!" Mark shouted, bolting after him.His heroines called out, demanding to know what was happening, but he barked a quick, "Stay here!" and plunged into the street.Sprinting out of the restaurant, Mark caught a fleeting glimpse of the black hoodie ducking left into a narrow alleyway. He accelerated, tearing around the corner, but the stranger was pulling away. It made no sense. Thank
Last Updated: 2026-07-01
The Scumbag’s Second Life
Malvin was born with a life of privilege. He had everything: wealth, status, and good looks.
Yet, instead of enjoying a luxurious life, he felt hollow. A life without ambition had no meaning to it. If anything, it was boring.
The only thing he did to keep himself entertained was sleep around with women, regardless of whether they were married or not.
But one day, his recklessness led to his demise, killed by a husband who caught him in bed with his wife. A fitting death, given his scumbag ways.
But that wasn't the end. Fate had other plans for him.
Reborn into a world of reapers, Malvin starts from scratch. Orphaned at birth, he must carve his own path, survive, and grow stronger.
His goal? become the ultimate scumbag who wouldn't get himself killed by angry husbands.
But there's a slight problem. He's a half-human, half-reaper abomination, born to die.
His existence destabilizes the world, and he's spared only to be used as a weapon.
Caught up in a world where Reapers wage a never-ending war against Soul Witches –monstrous beings that ravage realms and devour human souls - would he really become the weapon they desperately need to turn the tides, or will he be their Destroyer?
Read on to find out.
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MC is a total scumbag. Be warned.
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Chapter: 15. Time for judgment!As the first round of entrance exams commenced within the small huts at the coliseum's center, the participants' inner experiences were projected onto massive, hovering screens. High above the stage, these displays allowed the roaring spectators to cheer for their favorites in real-time.Azra sat in the stands with one leg crossed over the other, dressed in gray shorts and a matching crop top that left her navel exposed. She signaled to a vendor who had emerged from a "standalone door", one of those magical thresholds that stood without a building, pushing a trolley of soft drinks."Hey... can I get one, please?" she muttered, fishing a bill from her bustier.The currency looked remarkably like Earth's US dollars, except the text across the top read: Death Notes.Accepting the cash, the vendor handed her a drink and continued on his way, hawking his wares to the rest of the crowd.Instructor Stein, seated in the VIP se
Last Updated: 2025-12-20
Chapter: 14. First RoundThe Principal strode onto the colossal arena floor as tens of thousands of spectators leaned forward in anticipation. The coliseum roared with noise—shouts, laughter, wagers being made in hushed tones and reckless voices alike. She stopped at the very center. Then slowly crouched. Her palm pressed against the stone, and the ground answered to her power. A deep tremor rippled across the arena. Cracks spiderwebbed outward, and before the roaring crowd's eyes, small hut-like structures began clawing their way out of the earth itself—wooden frames raised on crude poles, walls woven from dried grass and bark. One after another, they rose until an entire ring of primitive rooms stood in the middle of the coliseum. The crowd exploded. Another group of instructors followed, each carrying a gray clay pot sealed with a lid. One pot was placed inside every hut. When the last was set down, they exited the stage in silence, principal Chloe taking the VIP seats to watch the mat
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
Chapter: 13. Entrance exams"I suggest you refrain from any further scoundrelous behavior if you don't wish to find yourself on my bad side, young man," Principal Chloe muttered as she returned to her seat behind the desk, leaving Hazrad sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain. She slid open a drawer with practiced calm, retrieved a pair of eyeglasses lined with soft pink, and slipped them on. Hazrad's groans abruptly stopped. His eyes lit up. "Damn… even hotter in glasses." She gave him a death stare. He clamped his mouth shut instantly. Chloe folded her hands beneath her chin and leaned forward, her posture composed but predatory, eyes drilling into him. "You already know this, but I'll say it plainly. Unlike the other students, you do not have the luxury of wandering this academy carefree." Hazrad pushed himself upright with a grunt, rolled his shoulders, adjusted his crooked blazer, and flicked invisible dust from his sleeve. "Yeah, yeah. Spare me the lecture and get to the point, my lady."
Last Updated: 2025-12-18
Chapter: 12. A successor A chubby man in a dark cloak, pointy shoes, and brightly colored socks that looked like they belonged to a circus – bowed on one knee outside a curtained room. From within came muffled sounds and different female moans that suggested the occupant was otherwise occupied, enjoying themselves in a threesome. "Master... I've come to report!" he muttered, his voice trembling. He knew better than to disturb his master mid-indulgence. The man behind the curtain didn't respond. Instead, his thrusts on the women he was fucking became harder, louder and more rough. The women's screams intensified, moaning on the top of their voices. Their sensual moans made the clown uncomfortable as it triggered his own sexual desires. But he knew better than to indulge such thoughts. His master's companions were strictly off-limits. Desperate to quell the rising boner in his pants, he forced himself to picture how his grandmother would look when naked. The mental image worked and almost instantly
Last Updated: 2025-12-18
Chapter: 11. Fan of bullying As expected of a nobles' academy, students from all imaginable rich background flooded the entrance. Chariots glided across the paved courtyard, some drawn by unicorns, some by elegant stallions, and others by mystic beasts Hazrad had never even read about. The students climbing down from these lavish rides wore smug little smiles, basking in admiration from other nobles. There were no grand gates for entering the academy or any kind of dramatic archway, only a shimmering barrier and a small checkpoint room where each student was searched, identified, and confirmed before being permitted through. Such tight security… Hazrad muttered inwardly. He stepped off their chariot, still wide-eyed at everything around him, when the gasps from nearby students made him look up. His breath hitched that he nearly choked on his own saliva. Descending from the sky was a reindeer-drawn sleigh straight out of a holiday movie. Santa-style, complete with a trail of twinkling gold particles curl
Last Updated: 2025-12-09
Chapter: 10. Umbra CityThe chariot glided down the mountain path with surprising grace, its wheels humming against the stone path.Hazrad leaned forward, eyes roaming eagerly across the landscape as if he were trying to memorize every inch of it.They crossed an arched bridge, and beneath it stretched an endless river, its surface shimmering in shifting colors like a rippling rainbow."What's this river, lady?" Hazrad asked, craning his neck.Azra inhaled deeply, ready to scold him for "lady" again, but the question tugged out her wiser, older-sister mode. She folded her arms, eyelids narrowing in a dramatic sage-like fashion."This is the River of Woes. Though this is only a stream of the main body.""River of Woes?" Hazrad echoed, leaning so close he nearly toppled out. "Why's it called that? I didn't read anything about it in the book!""That's because we only had one history book at home, dummy." She rolled her eyes. "Stop pestering me. You'll learn all of this at the academy."Hazrad clasped his hands
Last Updated: 2025-11-25
