Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 83 - Another fun

The air between them thickened, a silent challenge hanging in the space where words had no place. Cindy’s eyes gleamed with mischief, her lips curving into something dangerously playful.

Lucas leaned back, exhaling a chuckle. "Then what are you waiting for?" His tone was casual, but there was something else beneath it—a slow-burning anticipation that neither of them were willing to voice outright.

Cindy didn’t need another invitatiion . And their’s degenerate activity begin.

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A soft sigh filled the air as Cindy leaned back slightly, her expression one of satisfaction. She glanced down at her feet, a smirk tugging at her lips as she stretched them slightly, tilting her ankle to admire the mess. It was exactly what she had expected—and yet, somehow, it still amused her.

Lucas, still catching his breath, watched her with an unreadable look. Not quite regret. Not quite satisfaction either. Just... something.

Cindy, however, was already moving on. She reached for her phone, casually snapping a photo of her feet, her expression one of pure amusement.

"Seriously?" Lucas finally asked, voice hoarse.

Cindy glanced up at him, feigning innocence. "This is perfect.," she said lightly, before tapping at her screen, clearly sending the picture somewhere.

Lucas sighed, running a hand through his hair."Damn."

"Haha.. Thanks for cumming.," Cindy shot back, stretching her legs slightly before standing. She grabbed her bag, smoothing out her skirt as she did. "Well, that was fun."

Lucas frowned slightly, watching her move with an ease that didn’t match the situation. "That’s it?"

Cindy glanced over her shoulder, one brow arching. "You sound disappointed."

Lucas wasn’t sure what he was feeling. It wasn’t exactly disappointment, but there was something unsettling about how easily she was brushing it off. Like it was just another checkbox on her list.

"You’re really just gonna leave like that?" he muttered.

Cindy laughed, shaking her head. "Lucas, you overthink things too much." She stepped closer, just enough to invade his space, her voice dropping slightly. "This was fun. It doesn’t need to be anything more than that."

For some reason, that didn’t sit right with him.

Cindy, however, didn’t give him a chance to dwell on it. She grabbed her coat, throwing it over her shoulders before giving him one last smirk.

"See you around, Lucas."

And with that, she walked out, humming a little tune under her breath, her mood as light as ever.

Lucas, however, sat there for a moment longer, something strange twisting in his chest.

He didn’t know why.

But something about this felt... off.

The Next Day.

Lucas woke up feeling like his soul had barely reattached to his body. His limbs were heavy, his head felt foggy, and the sunlight streaming through the blinds was way too aggressive for this early in the—

He lazily turned his head to check his phone.

1:13 PM.

...Okay, maybe not that early.

A deep sigh left his lips as he rubbed his face, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. His body ached, though whether that was from last night’s activities or the sheer exhaustion of existing, he wasn’t sure.

And just as he was about to roll over and go back to sleep—

DING!

A familiar, annoying chime echoed in his head.

[You sure do sleep a lot for someone who claims to be living the dream.]

Lucas groaned. "Not now."

[If not now, then when? Because, based on my calculations, your life consists of exactly three things—sleeping, fucking, and questionable decision-making. Rinse and repeat.]

Lucas scowled, blindly grabbing for his phone even though he knew damn well that wouldn’t help. "Shut up."

[Oh? Hit a nerve? Maybe I should rephrase—your life is boring. Predictable. Stale. The only thing keeping it remotely entertaining is your degeneracy, and even that is starting to feel like a rerun.]

He sat up, glaring at nothing in particular. "Excuse me?"

[You heard me. Tell me, Lucas, at what point did you decide that the peak of your existence was nutting on various body parts of women and calling it a day?]

Lucas blinked. "...I don’t like the way you said that."

[And I don’t like the way you’re wasting your potential.]

Lucas sighed, already exhausted. "What do you want?"

[I want you to use the damn Isekai Portable Portal already.]

Lucas froze.

A long silence stretched between him and the invisible voice in his head.

"...The what?"

[The. Isekai. Portable. Portal.] The system’s tone was flat, as if it were explaining something painfully obvious to an idiot. [You know, the thing you got from the spin The one that lets you—oh, I don’t know—TRAVEL TO ANOTHER WORLD?]

Lucas blinked again, his sleep-deprived brain struggling to process the words. "Oh. That thing."

[Yes. That thing. The literal game-changer you’ve been ignoring for days.]

He flopped back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. "I forgot about it."

Silence.

Then—

[I am genuinely considering uninstalling myself from your brain.]

Lucas snorted, rubbing his temples. "Okay, okay, I get it. You’re mad." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

[I’m not mad, Host. I’m disappointed. You have a device that can transport you to fantasy worlds filled with adventure, magic, and limitless possibilities, and instead, you’re over here cum-staining bedsheets like it’s an Olympic sport.]

Lucas winced. "...That’s a little harsh."

[And yet, not inaccurate.]

He sighed again, stretching his arms above his head. "...So, hypothetically speaking, if I were to use it, what exactly would happen?"

[Oh, so now you’re interested? Fantastic. Here’s the deal—]

A new interface popped up in his vision, bright and sleek.

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[Isekai Portable Portal]

- A one-time-use device that transports the user to a randomly generated fantasy world.

- Destination is unpredictable. Could be a kingdom, a wasteland, a dungeon, or a literal hellscape.

- No way to return until the cooldown over( 1 month )

- Upon arrival, you will be assigned a starting package, which may or may not suck depending on RNG.

- Try not to die.

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Lucas frowned. "That last part isn’t exactly reassuring."

[Then don’t be a dumbass and you’ll be fine.]

He rubbed his chin, thinking. The idea of throwing himself into a completely different world was... tempting. A little insane. But mostly tempting.

Because if he was being honest with himself, the system wasn’t exactly wrong.

His life was starting to feel repetitive. He wasn’t sure when it happened—maybe somewhere between the endless hookups, the occasional scams, and the general debauchery—but there was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind.

Like he was supposed to be doing something more.

Lucas sat up, cracking his neck. "Alright. Let’s say I use it. What’s the worst-case scenario?"

[You end up in a war-torn realm where everything wants to kill you, you get no useful abilities, and you die screaming in the dirt.]

"...Great."

[But!] The system’s tone suddenly turned chipper. [That’s unlikely. Probably. You have decent luck, right?]

Lucas rubbed his face. "Why does that sound like famous last words?"

[Look, Host. You’re at a crossroads. You can either stay here, continue your cycle of ’eat, sleep, nut, repeat,’ or you can take a goddamn risk and see what’s out there. Who knows? Maybe you’ll thrive. Maybe you’ll rule a kingdom. Maybe you’ll get isekai’d into an elf village where they think you’re some kind of prophecy.]

Lucas arched a brow. "Elf village, huh?"