My name is Gino Morretti, I am 19 years old, and I have just entered hell.
Well, technically I entered the International University of Administration and Law, known as UIAD. It's one of those prestigious institutions that attracts students from all over the world. Argentinians, Brazilians, Spaniards, French, Americans, even some Asians and Eastern Europeans. A true melting pot of cultures.
And me, a second-generation Italian raised in a gray suburb, I am completely invisible in the middle of all that diversity.
Let me tell you how I got here.
I graduated from high school three months ago with honors. I always knew I wanted to study Law, become a lawyer, have a respectable future. While my classmates celebrated at parties, I studied. While they lost their virginity in the back seats of cars, I prepared for entrance exams. While they lived, I… existed.
My family thought I was a genius.
"Gino is going to be a great lawyer," my mother said proudly.
"That boy has a future," my father nodded.
What they didn't see was the 5'9" guy, skinny as a noodle, with persistent acne on his cheeks and a hunched posture from years spent over books. They didn't see how girls literally looked away when I tried to talk to them.
"You're really sweet, Gino, but…"
"I only see you as a friend…"
"I'm focusing on my studies right now…"
Translation: You're not attractive enough. You're not worth my time. You're invisible.
The bullying didn't help. In high school there was a group that enjoyed throwing my books on the floor.
"Careful, little lawyer," they laughed, mocking my aspirations to study Law.
Once they locked me in the bathroom during lunch. Two hours. Nobody came looking for me.
But I told myself university would be different. More mature people. An international and sophisticated environment. A new opportunity.
How naive I was.
The UIAD is impressive, I have to admit it. A modern campus with glass buildings, perfectly maintained green areas, and students who look like they came straight out of an international fashion catalog.
On my first day, I realized the reality.
In my Introduction to Civil Law class there were 45 students. Twenty-eight of them were women.
Lucía, a Spaniard from Madrid with a captivating accent and curves that defied gravity.
Ana Paula, a Brazilian with green eyes that made men walk into poles.
Svetlana, Russian, with endless legs and a gaze as cold as ice.
Yuki, a delicate Japanese girl who smiled like a porcelain doll.
Madison, a blonde American who looked straight out of California.
And so on, one after another. Each more beautiful than the last. An international parade of beauty sitting in university chairs.
I was sitting in the third row, wearing my gray hoodie and glasses, taking meticulous notes while the attractive guys joked with them during breaks.
There was a French guy named Alexandre. Square jaw, 6'1", sexy accent. I saw him get three phone numbers in the first week.
There was a Brazilian, Thiago. Perfect smile, athletic body from playing soccer since childhood. The girls literally laughed louder when he told bad jokes.
And Gino Morretti?
The guy who had just started studying Law but didn't know how to hold a five-minute conversation with a woman.
The straw that broke the camel's back was two weeks ago.
There was an Argentine girl in my study group. Camila. Wavy brown hair, a warm smile, studious like me. We talked after every class about legal cases. I thought that maybe, just maybe, there was a connection.
It took me three days to gather the courage. I approached her after class.
"Hey, Camila, there's a Latin American art exhibition this Saturday downtown. I thought maybe… would you like to go with me?"
Her smile froze for half a second. Long enough for me to know the answer.
"Oh, Gino, you're really sweet, but I have plans this weekend. And also…" she made an awkward pause, "I'm getting to know someone."
Two days later I saw her kissing Alexandre in the international cafeteria.
That damn French guy.
That night, alone in my dorm room, I hit rock bottom.
I stood in front of the mirror in the shared bathroom. The fluorescent lights were merciless.
An average face leaning toward ugly. Acne on cheeks and forehead. Skeletal build. Hair without shape or style. Slumped shoulders from years of bad posture. Dull eyes behind cheap glasses.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I whispered to my reflection.
Tears threatened to come out, but I held them back. Morrettis don't cry. Morrettis are strong.
A lie. This Morretti was pathetic.
I went back to my room, threw myself onto the bed, and closed my eyes wishing to disappear.
Then, exactly at midnight, everything changed.
My phone started vibrating. Then vibrating harder. Then HEATING UP.
"What the hell?" I grabbed it and almost dropped it in shock.
The screen glowed an intense red. Not the red of a notification. An UNNATURAL red, like blood lit from within.
I tried to turn it off. The buttons didn't respond.
Then the text appeared. Letter by letter, as if something were typing it in real time.
[SYSTEM DEMONIAC SEXUAL] [Scanning…] [Scanning…] [COMPATIBLE HOST DETECTED]
[USER PROFILE]
Name: Gino Morretti
Age: 19
Nationality: Italian-American
University: UIAD
[CURRENT ANALYSIS]
Sexual Status: VIRGIN
Total Partners: 0
Kisses: 0
Experience: NONEXISTENT
[PHYSICAL STATISTICS]
OVERALL ATTRACTIVENESS: 23/200 [PATHETIC]
Face: 18/100 [UGLY]
Facial symmetry: Low
Skin: Poor (moderate acne)
Jawline: Weak
Cheekbones: Nonexistent
Body: 22/100 [SCRAWNY]
Height: 175cm [LOW AVERAGE]
Musculature: Nonexistent
Posture: TERRIBLE
Physique: Undeveloped ectomorph
Presence: 15/100 [INVISIBLE]
Confidence: NONE
Charisma: NONEXISTENT
Social Aura: REPULSIVE
[DIAGNOSIS]
[This host is destined to:
Die a virgin
Be rejected eternally
Live a pathetic life of loneliness
Masturbate until 40 while others enjoy life
PROBABILITY OF ROMANTIC SUCCESS
WITHOUT INTERVENTION: 0.003%]
[DEMONIAC INTERVENTION: NECESSARY]
The phone fell from my trembling hands.
"What the fuck…?"
The screen glowed even brighter. A voice came from the speaker. It wasn't robotic. It was REAL. Deep, mocking, and somehow… seductive.
[Good evening, Gino Morretti. What a PATHETIC life you have lived.]
I froze.
[Nineteen years in this world and you haven't touched a single pair of tits. Sad. Very sad.]
"Who… what are you?" My voice came out as a choked whisper.
[I am the Demoniac Sexual System. You may call me… System. I have been sent from the depths to offer you a PACT.]
The text continued to appear.
[CONTRACT TERMS]
I will give you MISSIONS
Complete missions → REWARDS
Fail missions → PENALTIES
[REWARDS may include:]
Increase in physical attractiveness
Supernatural abilities
Knowledge of seduction
Body transformation
Special powers
[PENALTIES may include:]
[REDUCTION in physical attractiveness
Loss of confidence
Bad luck with women
Public humiliation
Physical pain]
[GOLDEN RULE
All conquests must be CONSENSUAL.
You cannot force anyone.
You are not a rapist.
You are a SEDUCER.]
[FINAL WARNING]
[Once you accept, there is no turning back.
The contract is BINDING.
Missions must be completed.
The price of failure is REAL.]
[But if you succeed…
You will have EVERYTHING you have always desired.]
[Are you ready to sell your soul
for a chance to LIVE FOR REAL?]
[ACCEPT CONTRACT] ….. [REJECT]
My heart was pounding like a drum. This was impossible. It had to be an elaborate prank. Some kind of hack. Or maybe I was going crazy.
But then I remembered Camila's face when she rejected me. Alexandre's laughter. Three years of high school being invisible. Nights alone in my room while listening to other students laughing and fucking in the neighboring rooms.
My finger moved toward the screen.
[Think carefully, Gino. Once you press YES, your life will change forever. For GOOD or for BAD.]
"I have nothing to lose," I said out loud.
[Oh, yes you do. You can lose the little you have left. But you can also… GAIN EVERYTHING.]
I closed my eyes. Took a deep breath.
And I pressed [ACCEPT CONTRACT].