Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 642 X Ray Vision

"Ding… System notification!"

Right when Luis figured the task wouldn't be too tough, the system's alert chimed again, icy and piercing.

"Ding… Please select a task for the host to finish."

"Ding… Once rewards get issued, the system will upgrade and go offline for a full month."

Stunned by this, Luis blurted out in panic, "A whole month? Why such a long upgrade time?!"

"Task reset!"

"Task contents show huge overlaps in character ties, making assignments too repetitive."

"Main tasks get fully restructured, while side quests and hidden ones receive complete refreshes…"

"Plus, the blind box system updates to weed out tons of junk and low-quality prizes."

Luis went rigid at those words. "Low-tier??"

Odd for a system to pick that term. Luis sensed more and more that big data collection was sparking real smarts and opinions in it.

Take those recent alerts—furious, frantic—like it aimed to flaunt its all-knowing vibe.

No chit-chat this round from the system. Five blind boxes popped up before Luis:

"Ding… Opening these won't use up any blind box counts this time…"

"Ding… Pulled from the recycle bin, these are junked blind boxes, so they won't match fresh ones' opening perks."

That eased Luis's worries. He snatched the first code at random!

A golden chest gleamed, easing open bit by bit:

"Ding… Congrats, host! You pulled: One Night of Passion for Ten Years of Life!"

"Ding… Item details: Host swaps ten years of life for one night of bliss with any lady chosen."

"Ding… Effect: Post-lifespan cut, pick any woman to trigger it. She'll bare her soul, sharing the night fully."

"Ding… That night, she obeys every whim, eagerly pleasing the host, though it all fades by morning."

Luis stared hard, then swore aloud. What bullshit.

Purely that viral meme from desperate, celibate dudes: trading a decade of life to bang her once?

System or not, trading ten years to screw one night away, then zilch tomorrow…

Total nonsense…

He figured the Momotaro rice ball sucked plenty, yet this topped it in crap.

Muttering curses, Luis cracked the second blind box. Snap—the prize was a shipping package.

"Ding… Congrats, host! Unlocked epic item: World's Top Masturbator Cup."

"Ding… Courier delivery, lasts forever. Boasts cutting-edge tech and feel rivaling a real vagina's climax thrill."

Luis gaped, slack-jawed. What? Real-world delivery? Ultimate jerk-off toy?

Him, a system user, resorting to a fleshlight? With delivery included???

The backstory? Spawned from endless lonely nerds' gripes and fixations.

They binge porn or hentai, fap to vent. Spotting cup ads, curiosity hits.

Yet somehow, 90% skip the buy.

So mid-stroke, they crave it. Post-nut clarity kills the itch.

Birth of this reward…

Luis chucked the cup aside, raging, "Damn virgins, too chickenshit to grab a fleshlight?"

"That pricey? And you obsess every fap sesh? Pathetic…"

System stayed mum, its quietude somehow nodding along…

Luis hit the third blind box.

"Ding… Congrats, host! Got the item: Is She Doing Alright?"

"Ding… Function: Trigger it, name her, get full scoop on her status."

"Ding… Covers spot, work, marriage, lays count, abortions, partners, fave poses, even climax tally…"

Eyeing the frame-like gadget, Luis exploded again: "What garbage? How low can you sink?!"

Description screamed otaku fantasy—idolizing distant crushes.

Scared to chat or meet, they play loyal, deluding with daydreams.

News of her sparks "is she okay?" urges.

But damn… simp, pine purely if you must. Why toss in the creepy deets?

Positions? Screw counts? Messed up…

Every untouchable goddess has a dude bored of railing her. Self-torture much?

Beyond sad…

Worn out from griping, Luis steeled for the fourth blind box.

"Ding… Congrats, host! Blind box prize: Ten thousand dollars cash."

Luis almost spat blood. System host here, raking millions per quest, bank at twenty mil, clueless how to blow it.

Blind box grind yields ten grand? Bullshit…

Lore check: From nerds obsessing over consoles, 4090 GPUs, etc.

Luis mumbled, "Lots of this crap?"

System droned back, "Plenty. Bottom's three grand, top's an apartment."

Makes sense. Broke loners like past-him dreamed small. Lame wishes.

Last box left. True to "might as well," despite prior revulsion, Luis popped it routinely.

"Ding… Congrats, host! Item snagged: X-Ray Vision."

That epic title hit, evoking webnovel powers—like stone gambling, bust or boom per slice—Luis lit up. Cool item? Why trashed?

"Ding… Use guide: Pick one woman, fire it up to strip all clothes virtually, see her nude straight."

"Ding… Targets single woman only. Permanent duration."

Pffft… Luis wanted to hack up blood for real. Hoped for god-tier ability.

Nope—pervy loner wet dream of peeking girl flesh.

X-ray vision… badass… wasted on stripping one chick?

Zero drive?

Boxes melted to code, "delete all" flashed, recycled anew.

Luis snarled, "Trash deserves it. Utter morons."

Mid-rant, idea struck: "Many like these?"

System intoned, "Vast quantities. Early scans show over 60% of blind box stock…"

That stat chilled Luis's scalp.

Suddenly, prior pulls seemed decent. Momotaro rice ball beat this lame junk. Fleshlight or ten Gs? Tofu-smash rage.

Over 60%... Mind-blowing.

"Ding… Screening blind boxes overwhelms. Host-matching drags too slow."

Upgrade motive. Soon, auto-gen and filter. Else, system grinds to halt.

Win for Luis. No more wank-toy terrors.

One worry lingered. System preempted:

"Ding… Post-upgrade, tasks, gens, rewards optimize…"

"Inventory items stay, past claims intact…"

"'Affection Through Familiarity' hack potency unchanged…"

Luis exhaled deeply. Solid. No repeat of last tweak slashing chances from five to two, near-ruin.

"Ding… Pick task now. Finish to trigger shutdown upgrade."

Those freakish boxes spooked Luis off upgrade hate.

He mentally picked, opting first for top-prize main quest: busty sister-in-law, two blind boxes—sole double.

Obvious pick…

Luis schemed: Nightly flirty texts to sister-in-law and cousin.

Petite lolis—one flat, one stacked. Bed contrast thrilled him silly.