Ugly Bastard in Anime World

“What the fuck?” I whispered as I woke up in an unfamiliar room. Something that had become disturbingly more common when I went out drinking after work.

But I didn’t shamble to bed last night. Instead I had spent my evening fapping to porn and performing an Ugly Bastard CYOA. It was an evening well spent in my opinion, but it also didn’t fashion anything for me to wake up with a pounding migraine in a room that wasn’t mine.

Getting up from my bed that was surprisingly comfier than normal. I shambled through my bedroom, floor filled with old cum soaked paper napkins.

Walking on what seemed to be autopilot, I stepped out into a sparsely decorated hallway. Idly scratching my bum as I walked down into the bathroom. Freezing as I stared into the mirror.

Because that wasn’t me. Or it hadn’t been me.

I was tall, I was rippling with muscles, and I looked like I had crashed face first into a jewellery window. I was hairy like a monkey. I stank like an old cumsock. But above all.

I was Ugly as sin.

And at once every of my choices from the previous evening came crashing back. Quickly I stepped out of my boxers and looked down. Looking on in awe and fear at what dangled between my legs.

I knew the Size boon would make me big. I wasn’t just able to guess how big it would be. After all when I picked some boons as they were called. My thought progress was mostly ‘He he big dick make pussy go brbrbrbr’. Especially when the boon said, ‘Makes you able to penetrate any partner without discomfort on their part.’

So now I was the owner of a big, veiny and hairy dick. And a pair of just as impressive balls. 6 inches long flaccid and 3 inches wide. Had it not been for my perk I would have been afraid I would go sexless, after all no woman would be realistically able to handle something that large. After all, I wasn’t even fully hard yet.

But thanks to my boon, silly things like being ‘to big’ suddenly didn’t matter.

Just thinking about it made me droll. Another curse, together with Bastard, Pervert, Disgusting, Territorial, and Anti-Fashion. Add on Piercings and we were just a single curse away from reaching seven.

Sniffing under my armpit out of curiosity, a ranch stench hit me like a truck. Making me eyes water like I had just bitten into an entire onion.

All in all, my curses made me a straight up ugly bastard. I wouldn’t be able to help leering at anyone who I found attractive. Any shed of empathy or kindness I had was gone. My taste in clothing was a disgrace to everything fashion. ‘Not like that was anything new’. And I would be physically and emotionally unable to stand the mere though of my women with women else.

Looking in the mirror I couldn’t help but flex as I took in my new body.

29 boons. Or 16 ‘original’ boons, the other 13 boons acting more like upgrades or just enchanted my earlier boons with wider application.

Like Spunk, one of the 16 original boons. It made me produce more cum than normal and it would be thicker and whiter than normal. It’s smell would linger longer on any skin it touches and its smell would make any other man that smelled it feel insecure and be unable to perform.

A good and solid boon, and almost a must have for every ugly bastard out there. And the two ‘upgrade’ boons only made it better. Nutritious, would make my victims able to thrive on an all-cum diet. I would also be able to produce enough to sustain such a lifestyle.

The other was Ambrosia, something that turned every man that smelled my cum slowly gay. Tasting it would only make it more so.

A beautiful evolution for a true degenerate pervert like me. After all, only true degenerates knew the beauty of lewding both genders. Making a man become a beautiful feminine trap that squirt cum by just penetrating them is a religious experience. Just as making a virgin slowly become a twisted pervert is its own journey an experience.

As little Mexican girl said. ‘Why not both?’

Another straight up evolution was Sweet skills, making me peerless when it came to the art of sex. Teaching me the nature of arousal, how it was mostly mind, then body. Just as pleasure was the physical side of sex. Even gifting me the divine knowledge of how to create mind melting orgasms. Even teaching me about devotion, a beautiful art and dance of romance and intimacy.

Unfortunately that was wasted on me. Why would I want to make them slowly fall when I could just corrupt and mould them to what I wanted? However it would work as a wonderful first step in the door.

Wouldn’t it be funny if a victim themselves wanted to become my willing slave? Or a mother willingly wanting her daughter to fall?

The mere thought made me droll as I stumbled into the shower. Allowing the water to clean away aye perverse thought. Unfortunately that was a failed endeavour.

Looking down I saw my dick standing rigid at full mast. An impressive 12’inch specimen. Absentmindedly stroking I began showering for real. 

Not loosing my train of thought I remembered the Prodigy boon. An evolution or out branching of my sweet skill that just made me a straight up prodigy.

Then there were the 10 ‘core’ ugly bastard boons. Size, Spunk, Stamina, Ruiner, Sweet Skills, Good Teacher, Breeder, Musk, Corrupter and A slave obeys.

Every boon was straightforward. Doing exactly as the name described. Stamina made me able to never ‘need’ to rest. Also giving me complete control of my orgasms as an added bonus.

Ruiner made that each orgasms my victims experienced with me will be stronger and stronger. Also making any orgasm with anyone else weaker and weaker. Until they could only cum with me. The boon even affected masturbation, something I could choose if they would be stronger or weaker.

Good teacher was a must have. If I prise a victim, they will feel compelled to do a better job. With enough praise and practice, they would become experts in the skill I praised them for. Even if I did have to have sex with the victim once for the skill to activate.

Breeder allowed me to choose if I wanted to make the victim pregnant or not. With a 100% chance of impregnation. They would even grow to love me after having my child.

Musk was a wonderful combo with Disgusting. The later would make my body odour smell terrible, even bathing will only work for a short while before it returns. Making me permanently sweaty and ripe. Something that went double for my crotch.

And that’s where Musk came in. Making the smell of my sweat, especially my dick, work like a mild drug. Anyone I found attractive, and smells me, would gradually have their inhibitions decreased. Starting weak and gradually ramping up over time. Perfect for me to start my advances. After all, while I could just rape them. Where would the fun be in that?

Nothing beat seeing someone with a strong will slowly succumb to their own desires, before eventually becoming putty in my hand.

Corrupter would allow me to reduce the victims morality and inhibitions after they orgasms. Its small change, but permanent. With enough use a pure nun would become a rampant nymphomaniac whore.

A slave obeys was much like Corruptor, only instead of morality and inhibitions, the victims would gradually become my willing sex slaves. Even gaining a fetish for submission and humiliation.

If those ten boons were the ‘core boons’, then the remaining six was more for utility and making things comfier for me.

Can’t get you out of my mind, was for them to keep thinking and remembering. Fantasising more and more about the sex act they caught me inn. Until they came crawling back, begging me to re-enact it.

Misery Loves Company would make my slaves willingly seek out other victims and bring them to me. Making my harem expand by itself.

Shady connections gave me a lot of connections and a strong rep in the underworld. Because how else would I get my hand of experimental feminization drugs?

Rich just made me rich. And Strong and Tall did exactly what they said. Making me get the muscle of a bodybuilder, but with actual strength. Even giving me fighting skills. While Tall just made me that. Tall.

All my other boons were to build on these 16 boons. Either making the boons more versatile, making me even better, or giving my boons even more depth.

Expect Eye Powers. They gave exactly that. Hypnosis would allow me to implant hypnotic suggestions into victims by making eye contact. As long as they didn’t contradict their morals or personality, I was free to begin melding them into perfect willing slaves.

Basilisk only rooted people in place by making eye contact with them. A perfect combo with Hypnosis.

In summary I was the typical ugly bastard, even uglier and without a shred of empathy. On the other hand, my dick was huge, and I was filthy rich.

All in all I would say that I came out on the better side of the deal.

Getting out of the shower, not wanting to clog the drain with semen. Something I had done once and was not keen on repeating. Quickly getting dressed in grey shorts and a tank top I sauntered into the kitchen. Dick angrily pitching a tent in rage for me not emptying my balls.

Ignoring it I quickly made some breakfast sat down in a surprisingly clean living room. As I ate, memories slowly started to appear in my head like a gentle reminder of what once was.

My ‘new’ name was Gekko Otoko or Otoko Gekko. I lived in Japan, in Hayama town on the Miura Peninsula. Not to far from Tokyo proper, within a one-hour train ride. A perfect place if one would rather take a one-hour commune that squish together like fish in barrel on the subways. Overall it was a lovely place, and a perfect summer retreat for a feared Yakuza.

I also was also 25 years old and was a fully educated Electric Engineer with a Master in both Data and Mathematics. For who said that Yakuza couldn’t be properly educated?

It was organized crime, not organized retards. There was a difference.

As I ate my cereal, my memories and identities assimilated. I was both me and Gekko Otoko. I was the same yet fundamentally changed. Not to mention I had gotten some random boons that made me the perfect Ugly Bastard. I couldn’t wait to start ‘hunting’ for some victims.

Couples and Moralists, Milf’s and Young. I couldn’t wait. Already drooling at the thought of having some nubile sex slaves willingly giving themselves to me.

But that wouldn’t come happen if I sat on my lazy ass at home. I had to go out and spread my wings so to say.

So on went the slippers as phone, wallet and keys found their way to my pocket. Closing and looking the door behind me. I turned to right, towards the stairs. Only to stare into beautiful purple eyes. I did my best to quickly wipe away any droll. Acting like I had some food on my face instead.

“Hi, excuse me. I haven’t seen you here before. Have you recently moved in?” I asked, cringing slightly at how hoarse and rough my voice was. I could always just brute force my way, but personally I liked to use a bit more finesse. It might be a bit slower, but it would make the ripe fruit all the more delicious.

“Ah, excuse me, I don’t think we have been introduced.” She said sweetly, only wincing slightly as she looked at my face and took in my frame. While my piercings weren’t ugly like the rest of my face. I had many, close to fifteen. Nose stud, septum ring, lip labret, snake bites, bridge piercings, horizontal eyebrow piercing. And those were just at my face, I had lip chains connected to my ear and what felt like dozen ear piercings.

The good news, however, was that my piercings didn’t need to be maintained, nor would I ever be at any risk of infection or sickness. The purple haired woman that I swore to have seen somewhere before. But for the life of me I couldn’t remember where.

And the other was that the woman didn’t seem scared of my rather towering height. Still getting used being tall. 6’477(195cm) my mind whispered to me, giving me an exact measurement of my height.

“My name is Shuuko Komi.” Shuuko said before wincing slightly and bowing slightly. “Sorry, sorry. Force of habit. My name is Shuuko Nimi. I moved in a two days ago, after a rather ugly divorce.”

My eyes flew open in recognition as I looked at her. Komi san can’t communicate, a manga and anime I had read on and off. Being far more interested in the rule 34 art. Trust me, it was a lot. Both wonderful and really fucked up. Still hot tho. But my busy mind didn’t stop me from talking.

“Please excuse me if I brought up some, sore memories.” I eventually settled on being eloquent. “I mustn’t have been home so I wouldn’t know if you knocked. But allow me to get you a housewarming gift.” I say, doing my best to appear friendly. After all, I wouldn’t want to chase away my first victim.

“There is no need.” I heard Shuuko said kindly behind me, but I was already heading over to the ‘gift room’. In reality, it was more a storage cabinet filled to the brim with ‘gifts’. After all, you never knew when you pissed of someone higher up in the Underworld. And as I had a ‘stellar’ reputation so to say, many had given me gifts over the years to earn my favour.

Fishing out a beautiful purple vase, not so dissimilar to Shuuko’s hair and eyes. Carrying it outside I saw her doing her best to look composed. Probably stressed, it was a workday after all.

“Here, a beautiful vase to a beautiful woman.” I chuckled softly as I handed it over. Shuuko gave me a dazzling smile. She, her daughter and son were mine. They just simply didn’t know it yet. Shuuko would also serve as perfect guinea pig to test my boons. “Just knock on my door if you ever are in need of help with your unpacking.”

“I will keep you to that. Kami knows I could use some help with all the boxes.” Shuuko said before we parted ways. I could probably force myself in when she unlocked her door. But it was my first day in a brand-new life. I didn’t want to take unneeded risks, especially when I had a clear in.

“I should have taken Blackmail or Snitches get Stiches.” I whisper quietly to myself as I make my way down the apartment building. I lived on the 3^rd of 4. It wasn’t the largest building, and it perfectly fit in the surrounding area.

Letting my feet guide me, I decided to freely explore. I was after all a kind of a tourist. As I had been of Nordic descent in my previous life. So while I had memories of the original Otoko in my mind. Nothing beat taking in the scenery with my own eyes.

Even if I was idly walking, I had at least some vague ideas of what I wanted beside scouting out potential victims. First was finding out where I was. Was it just Komi-san cant communicate, or was I in a weird cross over world. After all, a lot of slice of life manga’s could happen in the same ‘world’. After all they are rather localized.

Another was to just find a gym; I was after all strong and built like a beast. A strength I would like to keep. And who knew, maybe there was a hidden underground martial world. Or maybe there existed hidden magical societies. Who knew, certainly not me.

As I walked around, I spotted some somewhat familiar areas that I knew from manga’s. Walking past both Itan Private High School and Kazehaya high School. Two schools I recognised.

But just because I recognised them didn’t that mean I waltzed up like them like I was a god.

Instead simply walking by as I had other things to do. For example answering my phone.

“Yes? Otoko speaking.” I said as I looked over some scruffy looking gyms. While they had clearly seen better days, they were still more than ok for my purpose. Gloves and boxing bags being just bonuses.

“Hey, little bro. Sorry for dropping things at you like this, but I need a favour.” My ten-year older brother said with a self-deceptive chuckle. Before I could answer he continued. “It’s my job, I need to spend a good month overseas with the wife and company. I would love to bring Hayase with me, but her being a month away from school would severely damage her grades. So if she could crash over at you, I would be eternally grateful.”

“Yes, sure.” I absentmindedly answered before knowing what I had said yes to.

“Thanks! Hayase will make her way to your apartment later. I’m not having her stay a month alone at home if I can help it. I’m not coming home to a blazing house.” With that the call ended.

‘Wonder who that Hayase girl is.’ I mutter absentmindedly. And while I wasn’t the largest fan of incest. If my brother was willingly handing over his daughter. Then it would be cruel to not have a taste.

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Before I knew it, it had gotten late. And after both lunch and dinner outside. It was time to head back.

Getting used to the hushed whispering and pointed fingers took a while, but it eventually faded to the back of my mind. At 6’477(195cm) I towered over most, given that the average height in Japan is somewhat between 5’7(170cm) and 5’2(158cm). Not to mention all my piercings plus physique.

Humming a tune I juggled a gym member ship card in my fingers. It wasn’t a great gym, neither was it terrible. It was just a bog-standard gym.

Fishing out my keys I didn’t get to set them in before Shuuko opened her door. She smiled slightly while looking at me, and it was clear that she didn’t fully trust me. After all, she was a single and someone who had just moved to a new place. That was why we were playing the long game until she let down her guard.

‘Or she locked eyes with me.’ I mussed to myself.

“Ah, Gekko-san. I was planning to take you up on that offer for helping with unpacking. It has been a lot, and I want the flat to at least be presentable by next month when my children will be staying over.” Shuuko said with a smile.

“Then I will be right over.” I say while smiling gently. Doing my best to act like someone I wasn’t. I just had to take my shoot, get used to my abilities. Then it would be smooth sailing from then on, hopefully. ‘I really should have taken Blackmail and Snitches get Stiches.’

“Again, thank you for the help.” Shuuko said as she led me into the house, still a bit tense as I did exactly like ordered. I would give her this small mercy, after all, we would after all soon switch roles. “I have unpacked most kitchenware and necessities. If you could be so kind as to help pack up the heavier boxes.”

Nodding and giving her my, hopefully, kindest smile. I got to work. Smiling to myself as I got a perfect chance to freely test out my new physique.

Working was harder that expected. Especially as my eyes kept being drawn to Shuukos beautiful form. While she was dressed in an ugly baggy shirt and long shirt. That didn’t take away from her overall beauty. Instead of hiding her beauty, she made me want her so much more. A beautiful slender body, an ass and thighs to die for and two beautifully large boobs.

I had to wipe away my droll multiple times as I took in my woman. Working as I listened to her prattle on and on. Already looking forward to the sacred silence that would happen when she gobbles on my cock.

“I don’t want to be rude. But why did you get divorced? No need to answer if you feel it’s too personal.” Throwing that out I felt her eye bore into the back of my skull as I moved plates and vases wherever she wanted. Wondering if she would answer. After all, I had been sweating like a pig and there wasn’t any air conditioner on. If she was willing to spill her guts to a complete stranger, I would know if her inhibitions had decreased.

After all, you don’t go spill the reason for a divorce to a literal stranger you have just met. ‘Was it the smell of my sweat that made her come to me for help?’ I wondered.

“No, its not.” Shuuko sighed before looked at me. “It was because my husband was cheating. And, well, it caused a rift between us. Especially with how I found out. He was ball deep in a cheap two-bit hooker.”

“Oh.” Was the only thing I said as I turned around. Locking eyes with Shuuko who looked on the verge of tears, righteous anger burning in her eye together with great and deep hurt. Instantly I activated Basilisk, and she froze on the spot. Bending up with multiple towels in her arms.

Activating Hypnosis, I sent a simple hypnotic suggestion in her mind. ‘I am Safe.’

As I had decided how I wanted my heartbroken milf. Before the month was over, dearest Shuuko would kneel and beg for me to fuck her. Willingly kneeling down naked and presenting herself to the strongest orgasm and best fuck of her life. I couldn’t wait. She would willingly become my slave.

After three agonizingly long minutes. I broke eye contact and got back to work, absentmindedly watching as Shuuko shook herself out of the trance and gave a hollow chuckle as she got back to work. “Excuse me, I must have gotten lost in thought. Guess I must have been more affected than I thought.”

“Then how about stopping for today? It’s getting late and I would hate to impose.” I chuckled as I fished up my phone. Looking at what felt like a thousand text messages.

*I’m here Uncle, where are you? *

*Seriously, Uncle? I have been abandoned here for a month, and you are still not home?  *

*It’s been hours. Are you hibernating or something? *

*If you don’t let me in soon, I will post embarrassing family photos of you on social media! *

*Dearest Uncle, do you know the meaning of ‘Hospitality’? Because I don’t think you do.*

*I swear to whatever kami listening that if you don’t open this kami-forsaken door right this instant!!!*

“Oh.” Someone was pissed. But that was a them problem, and not mine.

“That sounds good, we have been able to do more than I had expected. And we are almost done. Needing just some finishing touches. Something I can do on myself.” Shuuko smiled sweetly as she wiped of some sweat with her sleeve. Taking in her new home and apartment. It was a rather large flat, a two-bedroom apartment with one bedroom split in two. Making the last bedroom liveable for two people, even if it did become a bit tight.

But otherwise the flat was tastefully decorated with a few art pieces, pictures of her husband and children. Some bookshelves, elegant furniture and vases filled with beautiful flowers.

It was an elegant home for an elegant woman.

And before the month was over, it would be the home for my first sex slave.

“Then allow me to take my leave, my niece will be staying over for a month, and I don’t want to get on her bad side.” I chuckled as Shuuko laughed softly. “I wrote my number down on a slip of paper, so if you ever need help for anything. Just give me a call and knock on my door.”

“Then I won’t hold you any longer. And thank you for all your help, I can finish today instead of in a week.” Shuuko smiled sweetly as she guided me to the door. “And who would have thought appearances could be so deceiving? I must say you keep surprising me, you look like a delinquent, but you are a nice gentleman instead.”

“What can I say? Ugly on the outside, beautiful on the inside.” I lied with a smile as Shuuko gave a soft smile and just shook her head in mirth.

“Again, thanks for the help, and would you be averse to some tea at a later date?” Shuuko asked kindly. Giving her my best smile I nodded. “That sound lovely, just give me a text or call and I will be over in a jiffy.”

Stepping out I instantly greeted with a shrill scream. “Uncle! Finally! I have waited for over two hours!!”

Before my door sat Hayase Nagatoro in the flesh, glaring bloody murder at me. “Where have you been!!”

It was at this moment I decided, Hayase would be mine before the week was over. It was Tuesday today, and before Sunday was over. Hayase Nagatoro would be mewling like a cock drunk kitten under me.

It wasn’t a matter of if just a matter of when.