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Degrees of Logic - or ‘I am a Shota in a game that likes to molest the MC, I ain’t playing this game!’ (Degrees of Lewdity SI)

It’s not a good day when you recognize you just woke up in a game’s bad spot.

Especially when the game gives you stats to rely on- most of which pretty much are dead giveaways of what is going on as I took just an hour off the morning in this new world to understand my current ‘situation’.

Name: John Bukharin

Age: 11
Money: 1000

Natural Features: Masculine

Body Size: Normal

Penile Virginity: Present
Anal Virginity: Present
Oral Virginity: Present

Handholding Virginity: Present

First Kiss: Present

Characteristics:
- Purity: 210/1000

- Beauty: 5230/10000

- Physique: 1200/10000

- Willpower: 99999/99999

- Awareness: 1000/1000

- Promiscuity: 40/100

- Exhibitionism: 15/100

- Deviancy: 71/100

- Submissiveness: 10/2000

- Masochism: 15/1000

- Sadism:  251/1000

Skills:
–Life Skills:

- Skullduggery: 451/1000

- Dancing: 150/1000

- Swimming: 741/1000

- Athletics: 456/1000

- Tending: 574/1000

–Sex Skills:
- Seduction: 477/1000

- Oral: 211/1000

- Vaginal: 672/1000

- Penile: 150/1000

- Anal: 411/1000

- Hands: 513/1000

- Feet: 15/1000

- Buttocks: 0/1000

- Thighs: 0/1000

- Chest: 0/1000

–School Skills:

- Science: 781/1000

- Math: 415/1000

- English: 844/1000

- History: 912/1000

Traits:

-Isekai MC;

-Green Thumb;

-Milk Lover;

-Futa Appreciator;

-MILF Fucker;

-Booty Connoisseur;

-Loli Headpatter;

-Monster Carnivore;

…

Holy fuck I am not in a good place!

I recognized the stats instantly. After all, not many games just had this sort of ‘in-depth’ kind of menu that heavily strayed from any standard RPG. I was in the world of Degrees of Lewdity and I was the MC.

The place I woke up to, the big room with many beds- it was ‘my’ room in the orphanage. Bailey’s orphanage and-

I paused as I heard someone knocking at the door. I didn’t even get the chance to give permission to enter because the one that was knocking just barged in. Tall man, slim but athletic- he seemed to be roughly in his early thirties, short black hair, pale blue eyes and a snake tattoo on his neck.

“Finally awake, fresh meat. Good to know,” The man stepped in the room and gave me a flat look. “Name’s Bailey, I found you and I gave you shelter. From now on, you will have to pay a toll if you want to live here. Starting with 10 bucks since I think that’s all the value you currently have right now.”

…Oh, you just want to start something, dipshit.

But I held back from being outraged by this. If I remember correctly, Bailey is connected to a ‘sex fighter arena’ kind of like Taimanin, but minus ninjas and more brutal reality there. In my current conditions, I was shit to him.

A smart shit at that as the toll was for each month and I could handle it for the time being. He took the money and just left me to do whatever I wanted. And I spent another few minutes thinking of what I was meant to do.

Now, normally the first step would be to go outside and get a bit of awareness of the town I was in. The game purposely held back from letting the Player know where it was, only that it had a fair amount of interesting places, people and mysterious shit to explore.

However! There is an issue.

A scripted sexual assault/battle waited for me outside this orphanage. And no matter where I left, it would happen. I know, game logic, but I had a variant of  the ‘Game’ to rely on and I knew fate was BS at times.

So, I had to first prepare myself for this happening. I couldn’t exactly entrench myself on this matter. I had to find a way to beat Bailey and make sure to get the hell out of this hellish place.

I had a few ideas, but, at the same time, I knew close to nothing about what I had to do about this entire circumstance- how the fuck do I get back home?

That was the main plan, but it was also something that I couldn’t find an immediate answer for.

An exploration trip was needed, and on this fine Sunday I knew that I had to play on my own reflexes and my tiny body to muster incredible mobility on what I planned to do.

With great will and confidence, I thus ignored the mindless drones that were the other orphans and stepped outside to-

Get some shit done!

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What happens when you mix a virgin cat-girl with a sexy body, a lot of pent-up stress and heat?

You get someone that bears the name of Irene Ornis, and you get someone that, despite her intentions, was an utter moron, a social inept and a complete easy thing to handle when taking care of my personal wellbeing.

It took me 10 minutes to: sidestep the coat-only attacker, sucker-punch her into a quick nap and then pull her to the nearby alley. The purple-haired girl was quite a hassle to move due to her voluptuous body putting weight on her frame but… I had her kept away from anyone passing by and ready for a potential recruitment.

Within her coat she carried her ID, her phone and her wallet. I had her name, a list for the grocery shop and a general lack of contacts in her password-free phone. In fact, the girl was quite a pathetic one from a social standpoint.

A huge-tittied cat-girl with no friends was pretty much a strange circumstance, but one that favored me a fair bit as she worked at the mall and… I may need some assistance there in due time.

Also, allies were very needed to make up for my lack of impressive strength to beat Bailey.

Irene would slowly wake up from her punch-induced slumber, but instead of an easy prey for her horny self to claim, she was bestowed by something that I am quite sure shouldn’t have been available to me early on- a massive bitchbreaker.

One moment she was ready to pounce at a teen, the next one she was drooling at the sight of a meaty rod pressing against her nose. Breathing heavily, the girl was literally squirting on the spot at the sight of that cunt-claimer.

“Were you trying to molest me, Ms. Ornis?” I asked flatly.

“Y-Yeah,” She replied weakly. “H-How do you have something this- this big~?”

“I was born with it, Irene. My name is John.”

“Jo-”

“But you shall address me as ‘Master’. To make it simple, you need me and I need you.”

She tilted her head, yet her gaze was still fixed on the cock that I was using as a bait.

“N-Need me… Master?”

“To make it simple, I have plans to heal this… place. But I need people to trust. And I know you are worthy of trust for certain reasons, Irene. I need someone that has some brains after all and I know you need someone with some dick.”

Gulping nervously, the girl nodded. “Y-Yes, dick.”

“So, I am willing to make a deal with you. One that I know you will like even after this heat is through,” I said, reaching out with a hand and patting her head, right near her neko ears.

She tensed up, face burning in pure bliss as pleasure rushed through to capture her body.

“Nyah~. What deal, Mastah~?”

“I will give you some attention from time to time and, if you behave nicely, I will make you a woman.”

Her shoulders went rigid at this.

“A-a woman. You mean you would make me- you would do me even though I am fat?”

…

“Irene, regardless of the deal, those are gorgeous tits and your ass is so round I would love to slobber over it.”

The pure crassness had her whole brain on fire as she was flattered within the limits of debauchery.

“I-I am so happy, Mastah~,” She said with a few tears forming in her eyes. “P-Permission to suck your cock?”

I grinned at the clear beginning of a new ‘first friendship’ in this world.

“Permission Granted, Irene.”