Pervert for Life

’Am I... in love?!’ Her eyes couldn’t help but widen at the startling realisation.

It was a puzzling thought, but Ivory felt that could be the only reason for her actions.

Even now, just thinking about him made her cheeks warm and sent that insistent heat spreading through both her cheeks and thighs, slow and undeniable, pooling low in her belly.

Ivory shook her head slightly after noticing that her mother was looking at her strangely.

"Uh... sorry I was lost in thoughts." She quickly explained.

Gina stared at her daughter for a moment before nodding.

"Wait here, I’d bring some drugs for you to take." Saying so she stood up and walked out of the room with even steps.

Ivory took this as a cue and quickly stood up from her bed.

She wanted to quickly wash up so her mother wouldn’t notice how wet the bed had become.

If the truth of her situation was discovered she’d be too mortified to face anyone!

With that in mind, Ivory stood up.

Glancing at the bed her face flushed in embarrassment but she wasn’t too surprised by the mess she’d made.

Her previously fluffy pink nightgown had gained a deeper shade as it clung damply to her legs, the fabric heavy and warm against her skin.

The outline of the wetness which flowed from her thighs was clearly visible, dark and glistening in the soft light.

And her deep red panties could be seen through the now-transparent nightgown, the soaked material molded to her most intimate folds.

Knowing she didn’t have much time left, she could only ignore the wetness on the bed and place a blanket over it to hide it.

Then, she walked over to her wardrobe and took a second set of nightgown.

After changing into them, although she could still feel some stickiness between her legs, the slick evidence of her arousal lingering warm and intimate against her sensitive skin, the thought that her mother wouldn’t discover anything relieved her.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

Placing a hand over her pale, smooth face she let out a tired sigh and muttered under her breath.

’In love huh...?’ Just thinking about him, she could already feel her new set of panties getting wet, the fresh fabric growing warm and damp as another slow throb pulsed through her core.

"I need to stop thinking about him!" Ivory cautioned herself, "Ivory, control yourself!!!"

"Who do you need to stop thinking about?" Gina’s voice interrupted her messed up thoughts.

Turning around Ivory saw her mother standing at the door with folded arms and a curious expression on her face.

"Uh... well..." Ivory stammered, "its nothing, mom."

Gina stared at her daughter for a few seconds before shaking her head.

With light steps she approached her and handed her the two potions she brought with her.

Although drugs still existed, with the influx of mana, many new variations of drugs had been birthed.

There were now drugs that could cure all kinds of cancer, and sickness became a thing of the past.

Now, humans only died mainly due to errors during advancement, being murdered, or of old age after failing to awaken.

This could be considered the most prosperous era of human kind.

The potions Gina handed her daughter were an example of the mana enhanced drugs.

Ivory collected them and glanced at them.

One helped with headache, while the other helped with fever.

Although she knew there was nothing physically wrong with her, Ivory could only take the drug under the watchful gaze of her suspicious mother.

Seeing that Ivory seemed a little better after taking the drugs, Gina nodded to herself.

"I’d excuse you to get dressed, if you need anything dont hesitate to call me."

Ivory nodded and watched her leave.

After she’d left Ivory facepalmed.

How stupid of her to mutter her thoughts aloud.

She knew her mother was definitely curious about the boy she mentioned, after all she’d never talked about a boy before.

However her mother was just keeping it on hold likely due to her sickness.

Ivory rubbed her forehead slightly.

’The only way to deal with this is to confront him and see whether I’ve truly developed feelings for him...’ Ivory decided her next course of action as she quickly undressed, revealing her slender and mesmerising figure before stepping into the bathroom.

...

The taxi stopped at the gate to the academy and I paid the driver after stepping down.

Glancing at the luxurious building, I stepped inside.

Instantly, the fresh scent of ladies hit my nose.

’Hah... this feels like home...’ I muttered to myself, greedily inhaling the scent.

It was like flowers drifting everywhere.

And this was my playground of corruption.

Ladies in short skirts that rode up their thighs walked calmly to classes.

Most of them walked in groups.

The sight of so many ladies seemed to brighten up the atmosphere considerably.

Tapping my headset to play the next song on the list, I began walking towards my classroom.

A few glances came in my direction, however no one initiated a conversation.

I was already used to it though.

One of the things that made me perverted.

I clicked my tongue silently in distaste.

Before long I’d arrived at the classroom.

Classes began at 8 and the time was 7:49.

With 11 minutes left before lecture I dropped my bag on my seat and decided to explore the system once more.

Ahead, Ivory wasn’t in school yet.

Although she usually arrived early, I don’t know what happened today.

And the instructor, Miss Elena was likely busy at her office.

I couldn’t particularly play with her now.

Well, I could. However what’s the fun in that?

I felt more excitement watching their expressions as I toyed with their bodies mentally.

All 3 of my play things including my mother were nowhere closeby, so it’s high-time I looked for a new target.

Calling up the system I walked out of the classroom.

The college was divided into various classes with similar range of number of students for each class.

As I casually strolled I occasionally glanced at the time, while also commanding the system to scan for a candidate.

Four minutes went by in a flash and just when I was about to give up, the system flashed with a new line of words.

’Right about time...’

Still, it hurt my feelings to know I had to search far and wide just to find a new candidate.

’Just how many ladies at this academy have a neutral feeling about me?’

Likely majority of them... about 95 percent or higher.

The thought stung more than it should.

I clicked my tongue and decided to calm my anger.

With time, I’d definitely get back at them...

’Heh...’

[[Ding. New target detected within a ten meter radius.]

[May Yuna.]

[Affinity: 90 percent.]

’Wait... 90 percent?!’