Lewd Skill Stealing System-Chapter 2: Lil-sisterrrrrrrrrrrr

Karl took a deep breath, still reeling from the fact that his system had straight-up bullied him. But he had more important things to do now.

"Alright, System, what exactly can you do?" he asked, crossing his arms.

[Steal. Obviously.]

Karl rolled his eyes. "No shit. But what do I steal? Clothes? Money? Virginities?"

[Power.]

That made him pause. "Power? Like, how? Do I just yank it out of people?"

[Nah, that'd be too easy. You've gotta work for it. Manipulate the women, make them fall for you, and slowly, steadily, you'll extract their powers—and their partner's if they have one.]

Karl's jaw dropped. "Wait, wait, wait. So you're telling me I can just NTR my way to godhood?"

[Bingo! It's literally cheating! Ain't it great?]

He whistled. "Holy shit. This is actually busted. I could steal from nobles, warriors, wizards—" His eyes widened. "Wait. Could I steal from a demon lord?"

[If you're shameless enough? Sure!]

Karl grinned like a madman. This was it. The perfect ability for a degen like him.

Buzzing with excitement, he stood up and strutted over to the cupboard, ready to see what kind of overpowered, handsome, protagonist-tier face he had been given. With all the confidence in the world, he swung open the doors.

And his smile died instantly.

Staring back at him was the most painfully mid face he had ever seen.

Black hair? Check. Black eyes? Check. Absolutely zero features that stood out? Also check.

"...This is sad," he muttered, touching his face like he could manually adjust the settings. "At least give me a decent face, man."

[Damn, you're pretty average, huh? Good luck finding someone to fall for you.]

Karl staggered back like he had been stabbed. "What the hell?! Even my own system is roasting me?!"

[Hey, I'm just calling it like I see it.]

He gritted his teeth. "Do you have any idea how good I am with my skills?"

[No.]

Silence.

Karl awkwardly cleared his throat. "...Yeah. That's why."

The system dinged, as if silently judging him.

BANG!

Karl flinched.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

His heart nearly jumped out of his chest. "W-what the hell!?"

The pounding on the door was relentless, shaking the entire room like some eldritch horror was about to burst through and devour his soul.

His mind raced. Was this a monster encounter already!?

"No way, no way, no way! I just got here!" he whispered, backing up against the bed. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor, gripping his chest.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

It wasn't stopping. It just kept going. Over and over. Whoever—or whatever—was outside wanted in, and Karl wasn't ready to die twice in one day.

He frantically looked around. No weapons. No escape routes. No plan.

His breath quickened. His palms were sweaty. Was this how it ended? Isekai'd just to be wrecked before he could even steal a single ability?

And then—silence.

Karl held his breath. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Then, a girl's voice called out from the other side of the door.

"Brother, come out! It's time for breakfast!"

Karl blinked.

What. The. Fuck.

His eye twitched. This was how she woke him up? With a full-on demon-slaying siege against the door!?

[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!]

Karl nearly jumped again as the system howled with laughter.

[OH MY GOD, YOU REALLY THOUGHT THIS WAS A MONSTER ENCOUNTER!? AHAHAHA! I CAN'T— I CAN'T BREATHE!!]

Karl clenched his fists. "Shut up!"

[No, no, this is golden! Bro got isekai'd and already has PTSD! HAHAHA!]

Karl let out a shaky breath. "A-Alright, I'm coming," he called out, doing his best to sound totally not terrified.

The footsteps outside faded away, and the house fell into silence.

"Phew..." He wiped the nonexistent sweat off his forehead. That was way too much stress for first thing in the morning.

With a deep breath, he grabbed onto the bed and hoisted himself up. His legs still felt like jelly, but he wasn't about to let a mere wake-up call shake him like this.

No. This was his turning point.

He clenched his fists and raised them triumphantly toward the ceiling. "I... I WILL NO LONGER BE SCARED!" he declared, striking the most awkward hero pose imaginable. His back was stiff, his legs were weirdly positioned, and honestly, he looked more like a malfunctioning action figure than a warrior of destiny.

"I will become a STRONG and FEARLESS HERO!"

He held the pose dramatically, expecting—no, demanding—some kind of respect from the system.

Silence.

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Then—

BAM!

"GAH!" Karl flinched so hard he nearly toppled over the bed again. His soul practically left his body as another loud bang shook the door.

"What are you muttering about in there, brother?" a voice called out. "A hero? Pffft—"

And then—

She lost it.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Karl's face went pale. His own sister was laughing at him.

[PFFFT—OH MY GOD. AHAHAHA! SHE HEARD YOU! AHAHAHA! YOU REALLY TRIED TO BE COOL AND GOT IMMEDIATELY EXPOSED! AHAHAHAHA!!]

Karl's eye twitched violently. "Can you shut the fuck up!?"

[NOPE! This is PEAK comedy! Brother, are you trying to be a hero? PFFT—]

"HAHAHAHAHA!" His sister was still cackling outside.

Karl just stood there, emotionally defeated.

His pride? Gone.

His dignity? Erased.

His system? Dying of laughter.

"...I'm never getting respect in this world, am I?" he muttered, staring blankly at the ceiling.