Chapter 3: The First Mission

Morales got dressed as quickly as possible, pulling a worn t-shirt over his newly sculpted, muscular chest.

Before he could even finish buttoning his jeans, the blue translucent panel materialized right in front of his face.

[Ding! Main Mission Issued!]

[Mission Objective: Claim your first target, Anna Radcliff, and establish your foundational network!]

[Description: A true financial titan needs a secure base. Subdue Anna fully to unlock your initial capital and system rewards.]

[Time Limit: 24 Hours.]

[Failure Penalty: Immediate revocation of all physical attribute upgrades and reset to original weak state.]

Morales stared at the glowing screen. In his past life as Zach Quinn, handling older, attractive women like Anna was practically his daily profession.

But doing it with the woman who had raised this body for years? That was a wild turn. Still, the thought of losing his newly upgraded body and returning to a pathetic, fragile state wasn’t even an option.

Without a second thought, Morales clicked his tongue and smirked.

"Accept," he muttered softly.

He finished slipping into his shoes and headed straight downstairs to the kitchen, where the savory scent of cheap soup filled the hallway.

"Aunt Anna, I’m here," Morales said, stepping into the doorway.

Anna turned around from the stove, setting down a ladle. The moment her eyes fell on him, her mind completely clouded over.

She blinked hard, rubbing her eyes in utter disbelief. Wait... how is this possible? In the span of just a few minutes, his shoulders looked broader, his jawline far sharper, and his presence noticeably huskier and more imposing.

She shook her head, attributing the sudden change to his recovery from the hospital, and forced a warm, tired smile.

"Come sit down, sweetheart," she said softly, bringing two bowls over to the small dinner table.

They sat down opposite each other. Anna looked down at her thin, watery bowl of soup, her expression filled with quiet guilt.

"I’m sorry, Morales," she murmured, her voice laced with sadness. "This is all I have tonight... You know I can’t afford good food to keep your body properly fed and healthy..."

Morales reached across the small table and gently laid his hand over hers. "You don’t need to apologize for anything, Anna."

The moment his warm, large hand touched hers, a sharp jolt ran straight up Anna’s arm. Her breath caught in her throat, her cheeks instantly flushing red.

What is happening to me? she thought frantically, her heart hammering against her ribs. Why is his touch making me feel this way all of a sudden?

[Ding!]

A faint system notification flashed exclusively in Morales’ vision, displaying a translucent stat block right above Anna’s head.

[Target: Anna Radcliff]

[Age: 39]

[Relationship: Guardian]

[Current Corruption Level: 2 / 100]

Looking at his hand on hers, Anna’s eyes suddenly filled with tears. Three years of unbearable pressure finally broke through her composure.

"It’s just been so hard, Morales," she sobbed softly, wiping her eyes with her free hand. "Ever since your uncle died... every single day is a struggle. The bills, the rent, the debt... I feel like I’m breaking apart..."

Morales stood up from his chair, walked around the table, and pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her shoulders.

"I know," Morales whispered near her ear, gently patting her back. "I’m right here." The more he comes in contact with her, it was like he released this venom of corruption to work in her body in the span of seconds.

[Corruption Level: 3... 5... 8... 12...]

As he comforted her, Morales looked down, his eyes locking onto her massive, heavy chest rising and falling against her thin dress.

His hands slowly began making subtle, lewd movements, sliding down from her shoulders toward her waist, pulling her flesh against his firm chest.

Anna froze, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of his body pressing into her. "Morales... wait... what are you doing?" she stammered, her hands weakly pressing against his chest to push him back.

"Shh," Morales murmured smoothly, his hands sliding down to grip her hips firmly. "Just relax, Anna. Trust me... it’s going to calm you down."

Anna looked up into his striking blue eyes, completely mesmerized. His newfound charm and overwhelming physical aura washed over her mind, melting away her resistance. She let out a soft, trembling sigh and slowly nodded.

[Corruption Level: 35... 55... 80!]

Without hesitation, Morales slipped his hand underneath her skirt, gliding straight past her inner thigh and sliding his fingers beneath her damp lace panties. He began fingering her vigorously, his rhythm practiced and relentless.

"Ah! Mmmph!" Anna gasped, her back arching as intense waves of pleasure tore through her lower body. She clutched his arms, her head rolling back. "Morales... ah! What... what are we doing?! I’m... I’m your guardian! This is wrong you have to stop."

"Stay still, Anna," Morales commanded darkly, leaning down to press a deep, greedy kiss against her neck. "You know you love it."

Anna bit her lip, trembling uncontrollably as her mind surrendered completely to the intoxicating sensations. She closed her eyes and nodded feverishly. "Yes... oh God, yes!"

Morales didn’t waste another second. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her effortlessly over to the large living room couch. He laid her down and tore her clothes off in one swift motion, exposing her gorgeous, voluptuous figure.

He leaned down, burying his face between her thighs, using his mouth on her with merciless expertise until she was writhing against the cushions, screaming his name.

When she was completely dripping and mindless with pleasure, Morales stripped off his own pants, exposing his massive, upgraded length. He aligned himself and drove straight into her.

"AHHH!" Anna gasped out loud, her eyes widening in pure shock at the sheer size and intensity stretching her open.

The couch creaked rhythmically as Morales took control, fucking her vigorously, driving deep and hard with unrelenting power. Anna threw her arms around his neck, weeping tears of pure ecstasy, moaning helplessly against his ear.

[You Fucked a widow $100,000]

"You’re... you’re incredible!" Anna cried out breathlessly, her fingers digging deep into his back. "You’re the best I’ve ever had... oh God, you have the largest dick I’ve ever seen in my life!"

After an intense, sweat-drenched hour, the living room finally fell quiet.

They lay tangled together on the large couch, completely naked, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms as their heavy breathing slowly normalized.

Anna rested her head against Morales’ broad chest, a look of absolute satisfaction and peace resting on her face.

[Ding! Mission Complete!]

[Target: Anna Radcliff successfully claimed!]

[Rewards Issued:]

1. $500,000 Liquid Cash deposited into secret offshore account!

2. Official Acceptance Record forged! You have been granted entry into Aurelius Academy under a full private scholarship!

Morales stared at the glowing rewards floating in the air. $100,000... and Aurelius Academy?

Before he could process the system’s message, a violent, deafening sound shattered the quiet room.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Heavy, aggressive fists pounded against the front door, making the entire wooden frame shake.

"Anna! Open the fucking door!" a harsh, gravelly voice bellowed from outside.

Anna gasped in panic, her eyes widening as she scrambled out of Morales arms. They both put their clothes on as fast as humanly possible.

Still adjusting her disheveled dress, a terrified Anna hurried over to the front door and unlocked it. The moment the door cracked open, it was kicked violently inward.

A tall, ugly, greasy-looking man shoved Anna hard in the chest, sending her tumbling backward onto the hard floor.

"Where’s my fucking money, bitch?!" the man roared, stepping into the house with a filthy, sneering grin.