Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?

Lucas arrived at his apartment with sluggish steps and slumped shoulders. After a morning filled with a rollercoaster of emotions—from heavenly beauty to haunting visual nightmares burned into his retinas—his head was swimming with images he couldn't erase.

"Lena? Are you here?" Lucas called out as he opened the door.

But there was no response. The apartment was silent, and the empty aura made the atmosphere feel even lonelier. Lena had clearly left to check out her new apartment, just as she had mentioned in her message.

Lucas threw himself onto the couch, letting the soft cushions swallow him. His mind wandered back to the park earlier. A white dress fluttering in the wind, the perfect curves highlighted by tight leggings, the teasing smiles of women who passed him by...

"Damn… I'm starting to lose control," Lucas muttered, covering his face with his hands.

His thoughts grew wilder, harder to ignore. A heat crept through his body, and his consciousness started whispering about an option he'd long ignored in his system.

'If the first spin is always lucky, maybe I should try it.' Lucas thought.

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[ Host has 4 Spin Tokens. Would you like to start an Ero Spin? ]

[ YES ] - [ NO ]

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Lucas stared at the option for a long time. Four tokens, all to be used on this single chance. But the urge within him felt increasingly overwhelming, especially after hours of glimpsing the lacy lingerie of voluptuous MILFs.

"There's no harm in trying!" he said, tapping on the "YES" option.

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[ System: Ero Spin Starting… ]

[ Cost: 4 Spin Tokens ]

[ Processing… ]

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A virtual interface began spinning, its gleaming wheel displaying various mysterious icons, from heart symbols, flames, to the faint silhouettes of women.

After a few suspenseful moments, the wheel stopped.

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[ Congratulations! Host has acquired the passive skill: Heartbound Desire ]

[ Description: If the Host is in a room alone with someone who has genuine romantic feelings (of the opposite sex) towards the Host, that person will naturally feel an urge to have sex with the Host. ]

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Lucas read the skill description with wide eyes. His mouth hung slightly open, but no words came out.

"This… this is completely useless…"

He scrolled through the screen again, making sure he hadn't misread it. The effect was passive, meaning it couldn't be turned on or off at will.

"If someone actually loves me… they'll automatically feel compelled to… Oh god."

Lucas slumped further into the couch, staring at his phone. His heart pounded, somewhere between excitement and faint guilt.

"But… is there really anyone who loves me?" he murmured softly.

Lena's face briefly crossed his mind. But he immediately shook his head. "No, no way."

Lucas shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the thought. But images of how this skill might work began to flood his imagination.

"Imagine… if I were with someone who genuinely likes me…" Lucas thought, staring blankly at the ceiling, his face slightly flushed.

Yet, behind all the fantasies, one thought gnawed at him.

"If Lena really does have feelings for me… and this skill activates… wouldn't that make everything… awkward?"

Lucas stood up from the couch and walked to the window, staring out with a slightly disheveled look.

"Damn… these thoughts are so distracting. There's no way Lena likes me," Lucas said firmly to himself.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

The sudden sound of knocking echoed through Lucas's small apartment. He jolted upright from the couch in surprise.

"Lena? Did she come back? No way, why would Lena knock on the door?" Lucas muttered.

Dragging himself lazily, his messy hair and wrinkled black hoodie adding to his disheveled look, Lucas walked to the door. He turned the knob and cracked the door open to peek outside.

The moment he saw who was standing there, Lucas froze.

"…?"

Standing before him was Evelyn, his landlord. A middle-aged woman with long black hair flowing freely down her shoulders, her face adorned with a smile that felt… strange. Her eyes glimmered with something that made Lucas shiver—like a predator finding its prey.

Evelyn wore a slightly oversized white t-shirt and a knee-length skirt that perfectly framed her waist. But what made the situation even more awkward was the way she was looking at Lucas—with intense focus and… desire.

"Hello, Lucas…" Evelyn's voice was soft, almost like a whisper. "May I come in?"

Lucas swallowed hard. Something felt off.

"Uh… sure, come in…" Lucas opened the door wider, allowing Evelyn to step inside.

As she walked in, the soft scent of her perfume immediately filled the air. Her movements were slow, her hips swaying with a deliberateness that felt far more intentional than usual. She turned to face Lucas, the same smile still decorating her face.

"Lucas…" Evelyn said, her eyes locking onto his. "I don't know why, but since the last time we met, I can't stop thinking about you."

Lucas's jaw dropped. What did she just say?!

"W-What do you mean, Mrs. Foster? I… I don't think we've ever been that close, right?"

Evelyn stepped closer, her movements slow but confident. Her hand rose gently, pressing lightly against Lucas's chest through his hoodie.

"You have something… something that pulls me in so strongly," she whispered in a husky voice. "You know, I haven't been able to sleep since the last time we met."

Chills ran down Lucas's spine. He knew this wasn't normal behavior from Evelyn. This… this had to be connected to the old Charm of the Forbidden effect still lingering on him.

"S-System!" Lucas thought, desperately trying to summon assistance, but there was no response.

Evelyn stepped closer again, her face now mere inches from his. Their eyes locked, and Lucas could feel the powerful pull in Evelyn's gaze.

She's under the influence of that old charm… and now I need to find a way out of this!

"Mrs. Foster, maybe… maybe you need some rest. You look… tired," Lucas said nervously, backing away slowly.

But Evelyn only smirked. "Rest? No… I think what I need is… you."

Oh god, this situation's getting worse! Lucas thought, panic rising.

He backed up until his back hit the wall. Evelyn was now standing right in front of him, her face mere inches away.

"Lucas… don't you feel the same way?" she whispered.

Lucas squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of something—anything. He needed to get control of this situation before it spiraled further.

But before he could do anything, Evelyn's hand slid downward, towards his pants, brushing against his cock.

"Your little brother seems like wants to play with me," Evelyn whispered, blowing softly into Lucas's ear.