All Chapters of The Shameless Urban System: Lust and Laughter: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
10 chapters
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Misfortune
"We’re done, Rendy!"The bitterness of the cold latte soaking into the fibers of his jeans was nothing compared to the sharp ache stabbing at Rendy's chest. Before him stood Bintou, the woman he had worshipped for the past three months, the woman he had been feeding with his meager savings, staring at him as if he were a pile of talking filth."Don’t ever contact me again. You have absolutely no future. You’re literally counting coins in your wallet just to pay for this coffee. It’s pathetic," Bintou hissed, her voice loud enough to make two men at the nearby table, Amadou and Samba, turn their heads while suppressing a laugh.Rendy stood frozen. His face burned, reddening to the tips of his ears. He wanted to lash out, to tell her he had just lost his monthly bonus due to a coworker’s sabotage, but his tongue felt heavy and paralyzed. Bintou turned on her heel, her scented hair fluttering in the cafe’s air conditioning, leaving Rendy slumped in his seat with a large, island-shaped co
Chapter 2: First Mission: An Accidental Touch
Modibo’s shrill laughter pierced the suffocating silence in front of the headquarters lobby. Rendy felt as if all the oxygen in his vicinity had been vacuumed out. His tongue had been mere millimeters away from the smooth, cool skin on the back of Mariam’s hand, but Modibo’s presence hit him like a sledgehammer, crushing what little remained of his dignity.[Time Remaining: 00:03]The red numbers in the corner of his vision flickered aggressively, as if mocking his ruin. If he stopped now, his heart would simply give out. Dying on his knees at the feet of the boss he feared most while being laughed at by his arch-nemesis? That was hardly an elegant way to go."Rendy! You really have no shame, do you?" Modibo stepped forward, twirling his Mercedes-Benz keys on his finger. His greasy face looked immensely satisfied. "After your garbage sales performance this month, now you’re trying to suck up, or should I say, literally lick, Ms. Mariam’s feet so you don’t get fired?"Mariam, who had b
Chapter 3: The Heated Office
Rendy’s footsteps felt like lead as he trudged down the office hallway toward Mariam’s office. The thick, dark-gray carpet beneath his feet seemed intent on swallowing his slightly worn-out shoes. On both sides, employee cubicles bustled with activity, though the neighborly whispers sounded like a bothersome swarm of bees."Look at that, it's Rendy. He’s got some nerve after that 'acrobatics' display, falling and kissing Mrs. Mariam’s hand earlier," whispered Issa, an admin staffer, to Samba, who was busy clutching a folder."That man is insane. Either he has extra lives or he's just tired of living," Samba replied with a cynical tone, though his eyes remained fixed on Rendy with curiosity.Rendy ignored them. His entire world was currently centered on one thing: the massive oak door at the end of the hall marked 'Chief Executive Officer - Mariam'. Inside his mind, a transparent blue holographic screen was still flickering with a warning that made his skin crawl.[New Mission: Calm th
Chapter 4: Modibo's Misunderstanding
The air inside Mariam's office felt frozen, yet between Rendy and his boss, the temperature was skyrocketing to a boiling point. Rendy's fingers remained buried in Mariam's shoulder muscles, which had become soft as butter thanks to the Divine Massage Technique forced upon him by the system. Mariam remained slumped in her chair, head tilted slightly back, eyes dazed and lips parted, a scene entirely inappropriate for an operations director known for being ice-cold.At that exact, disastrous second, the door swung open with a loud thud."Ms. Mariam, I have the revised reports..."Modibo's sentence died in the air. He stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes bulging so wide they looked ready to pop out. The documents in his hand sagged. In front of him, he saw Rendy, the office loser who should have already been fired, standing behind Mariam's chair in an incredibly intimate position. Rendy's hands appeared to be fondling the sensitive areas around Mariam's neck and shoulders, while Mariam
Chapter 5: The Flawed Invisibility Skill
Mariam stood frozen, her breath coming in ragged gasps that made her silk blazer rise and fall sharply. Her sharp, typically ice-cold eyes now flickered with the fire of rage, yet beneath it lay a genuine glimmer of fear. She glared at Rendy, a man she had usually dismissed as a useless pawn, now standing before her with a boldness that bordered on insanity."You... you are threatening me?" Mariam hissed, her voice low and dangerous, audible only to Rendy.Rendy did not back down. Instead, he took a step closer, letting the scent of his masculine cologne mixed with a touch of cold sweat from the adrenaline reach his boss's senses. "This is not a threat, Ms. Mariam. It is a partnership for our mutual safety. Modibo already has proof of our little moment. If you do not make my position official right now, the entire board of directors will see photos of that massage tomorrow with a much worse narrative attached."Standing in the doorway, Modibo remained pale. His hands, clutching his ph
Chapter 6: Fatoumata's Deadly Allure
Rendy's heart hammered against his ribs, the thumping sound in his chest far louder than the approaching footsteps in the hallway outside. Cold sweat beaded on his temples, dripping onto the thick carpet of Modibo’s office. This was no longer just humiliating, it was a career-ending disaster for his self-respect.He was trapped under Modibo’s desk. Literally underneath it. And to make matters worse? He was stark naked. The Short-term Invisibility skill he had obtained from the Obscene-Urban System had a truly cursed technicality: only his organic body vanished, leaving his clothes behind in a pathetic pile out in the hallway. Rendy was now left with nothing but his skin and the incriminating corruption documents he clutched to his chest like a holy shield."Warning! S-Rank Target: Aminata is within 20 meters. If the subject is discovered in this condition, your reputation will be permanently destroyed, and the System will initiate data purging (MC Death)," the system's mechanical voic
Chapter 7: Modibo's Challenge
"Oh, damn it," Rendy cursed under his heavy, ragged breath.The phone in Bakary's hand was still lit up, its glow reflecting off the lenses of Modibo’s sleazy assistant. The look of triumph on Bakary’s face was more disgusting than a cockroach in a sewer drain. Fatoumata, still frozen with a face the color of a ripe tomato, covered her mouth with both hands. She looked like she wanted to sink through the concrete floor.[WARNING! THE EXISTENCE OF THE RECORDING WILL REDUCE HOST'S REPUTATION BY 50 POINTS!][RECOMMENDATION: IMMEDIATELY SEIZE OR DESTROY THE DEVICE!]The system’s voice rang in his head, adding a throbbing pain to Rendy’s temples. His muscles screamed. The side effects of the 'Invisibility' skill that had just worn off were truly agonizing; it felt as if all the fluid in his joints had been replaced with vinegar."Give me that phone, Bakary!" Rendy tried to step forward, but the tablecloth wrapped around his body—now his only protection of modesty, got snagged on the leg of
Chapter 8: First Charisma Point
"So, Rendy..." Aminata whispered right into his ear as the elevator began to ascend. "What is it you actually want to sell me? Aside from this intoxicating scent of yours?"The fragrance of Aphrodite's Cologne filled the confined space of the elevator like a thick, visible, and intoxicating mist. Rendy could feel the warmth of Aminata’s breath hitting the nape of his neck, a sensation that sent an electric surge straight to his nerve centers. The woman’s hand, which should have been strictly professional, belonging to a central CEO’s secretary, was now crawling slowly across Rendy’s waist, her slender fingers seemingly searching for an opening beneath his cheap dress shirt.However, in the other corner of the elevator, the atmosphere felt far from romantic. Mariam stood there, frozen like an ice sculpture ready to shatter. Her sharp eyes were fixed on Aminata’s hand, which dared to touch her "employee." There was anger flashing in her gaze, but strangely enough, there was also a trace
Chapter 9: Meeting Aminata
The dial tone sounded like a death knell echoing in Rendy's ears. He stood frozen, phone still pressed to his head, while his world felt like it was being fed into a blender. The hot, damp sensation on his neck, Fatoumata’s soft yet demanding lips, sent shivers down his spine, but not just from desire. It was a cocktail of illicit pleasure and pure horror, because standing right in front of him was Mariam, looming like an angel of death in a black silk blazer."Rendy..." Mariam’s voice was low, vibrating with suppressed rage, yet there was something strange in her eyes. It wasn’t pure hatred. There was confusion, a pull born of instinct, and a simmering, explosive jealousy.The Lady Magnet effect from Rendy's newly upgraded Charisma stat was kicking in with chaotic results. His scent, which now smelled like a mix of sandalwood, masculine sweat, and pure pheromones, filled the cramped office corridor."Ah... um, Ms. Mariam... it is not what it looks like," Rendy stammered, trying to ge
Chapter 10: The Next Target: The CEO's Secretary
The atmosphere at the VVIP table in "Le Prestige" restaurant suddenly turned frigid, as if the air conditioning had been piped directly into the spines of everyone present. Safiatou, the family matriarch who usually orchestrated the flow of conversation with an iron fist, fell silent. Her sharp, hawk-like gaze was now fixed on Rendy, searching for even the slightest hint of doubt or fear in the young man's eyes.However, all she found was an insulting level of composure.Mariam, on the other side of the table, felt her heart racing, not out of love, but from a volatile mix of explosive rage and irrational curiosity. She knew who Rendy was. He was the employee she had threatened to fire, the man who had fallen at her feet in such a pathetic manner, and the "masseuse" who had made her groan in the office earlier that afternoon. How could the same man now be sitting here, wearing a suit that hugged his athletic frame (which, when had it become that athletic?) perfectly, speaking with suc