HPDBC Chapter 45: The Ultimate Thong System.
Chapter 45: The Ultimate Thong System.
[1/3 Of Day 2 of Mass release!]
Hugo sat cross-legged on his bed, practically bouncing with excitement.
The Delight Candles felt like the best prize ever, and with 200 points left, he still had four spins to go!
He rubbed his hands together and grinned at the screen, imagining all the great things he could win next.
This was the rise of his legend! He was about to go from a mediocre Outer Yard disciple to the patriarch’s disciple in a single bound!
Heck, he was going to outshine all his senior brothers and sisters!
"Alright," he whispered to himself, "here we go. Time for some real luck!"
He pressed the spin button, took a deep breath, and clasped his hands together. "Oh, mighty Goddess of Luck, divine lady of fortune, goddess of unimaginable grace and—uh—shiny things, hear my prayer! I know I haven’t been the best at... well, a lot of things, but please, bless me with something amazing—"
His prayer abruptly cut off as the wheel stopped. His smile faltered, his stomach sinking as he read the words:
[Ding! Congratulations! You’ve won... Trash Grade Mysterious Blue Thong!]
With a flash, a shimmering blue thong materialized mid air and floated onto Hugo’s palm
The material was smooth and silky like clouds against the surface of his skin.
Hugo stared at it, his face twisting in horror. He reached out to touch it with his other hand, but recoiled immediately, like it was something toxic.
After a moment, he threw it away, making sure he threw it as far from his body as possible, and grimaced.
"System... is... is it... used?" he stammered, the dread clear in his voice.
The System responded in its usual monotone, "Yes."
"UGH!" Hugo yelped, dropping the thong as if it had just burned him. He furiously scrubbed his hands on his trousers, shuddering as though he’d just picked up a cursed relic.
"Well, well," Collins said, giving him a once-over, "I didn’t know you were... a man of taste. That is a wonderful collection."
He gave Hugo a respectful nod, complete with a thumbs-up, before backing out of the room, clearly struggling to keep a straight face.
Hugo just stared after him, eyes twitching in frustration. There was nothing he could do at this point.
There was no remedy to his reputation. His only wish was for Collins to keep it private and not go around telling his friends and chics like it was their friendship badge.
He was down to his last two spins, and at this point, he didn’t even care. He stabbed the spin button again, refusing to pray to anyone. If the Goddess of Luck wanted to abandon him, so be it.
The wheel barely spun before it stopped, and he sighed, already bracing himself for disappointment.
When the object materialized, it was once again another thong. It was brown and had lace edges.
Hugo was about to toss it aside like the others, until his eyes caught the word notification on his system interface. Particularly, a certain word: Rare.
[Ding! Congratulations! You’ve won... Rare grade AlphaThong!]
He froze, his eyes sparkling with new hope as he grabbed the item and hugged it to his chest.
"Yes! Yes! Thank you, you beautiful, beautiful thong!" he cheered, hugging it with all his might, as if it were a winning lottery ticket.
He didn’t even care that it could be used. He was just too happy. His first rare grade item after so many terrible spins!
He quickly opened up the description, desperate to see what made it so special.
[Alpha Thong: Thong for true men, adds 1 point to Alpha Stat.]
Hugo’s grin stretched from ear to ear. An Alpha Stat! Finally, a win! He held up the thong like a trophy, pride radiating off him as he whispered,
"This system... this amazing, ultimate thong system!"
Just then, a notification dinged, interrupting his celebration. He glanced at the screen, his eyes going wide as he read the words—whatever the System had in store for him next, he could only hope it wasn’t another underwear surprise.