April 25, 2034 | 12:30 PM | Thailand
Underneath a faculty building near a university garden.
“Whoa... Damn, look at the size of those!”
Around a marble table, three male students were huddled together, their eyes glued to a livestream of a famous net idol known for her provocative, skin-tight outfits that left little to the imagination whenever she went on camera.
Tap, tap, tap... ‘To,’ one of the group, quickly flicked his fingers across the screen to type a comment: ‘Your breasts are huge.’
“Hey! What the hell are you doing? You want to end up in jail?” ‘Pe,’ the friend sitting next to him, grabbed his hand just before To could hit send.
“Jail for what? I’m just giving a compliment,” To argued back, looking confused, though he paused his finger nonetheless.
“The laws are strict these days, man. Typing something perverted like that can be considered ‘sexual harassment’ now,” ‘Bew,’ the third friend, added firmly.
“Life in this era is such a mess, isn’t it?” A voice suddenly rang out from behind them without warning.
“Mr. Nack!” All three recognized him instantly. They had just seen him clashing with Ms. Nisa on that live broadcast a few days ago.
“Whoa, sir... After that massive social media backlash, you still have the guts to walk around in public?” To teased half-jokingly.
“Ha! Why wouldn’t I be able to walk?” Nack replied with a boisterous laugh. “But let’s forget about that for a moment. Let’s talk about something more interesting for you boys.”
The three students looked at him with sudden bewilderment.
“Think about it... What would happen if you actually sent that message?” Nack nodded toward the laptop screen. “Online mobs attacking you, your reputation ruined, being branded a pervert, and becoming a social pariah...”
The young men nodded in somber agreement.
“Now, what if I told you...” Nack leaned in, his hands gesturing through the air as if caressing an invisible figure. “...that I have a net idol who, when you see her on screen and feel that spark of desire, you can meet her in person. You can touch her, stroke her... and yes, you can stroke whatever you want. You can smell her, kiss her, or even ‘go all out’ far beyond that. What would you say to that?”
The three students winced slightly at Nack’s overly lecherous sniffing gestures.
“Does such a thing really exist, sir?” Pe asked, skeptical.
“Or did you bring over some Japanese AV idols?” To’s eyes began to sparkle with hope.
“Something even better than Japanese idols, my dear boys... Interested in coming to take a look?” Nack flashed a wide grin as he saw the bait was being swallowed.
Five minutes later.
“T-t-t-this... it’s the legendary van!” The three of them stared at a van with its rear windows tinted pitch black. They immediately thought of the adult film production vans they had seen in memes online.
“Is there a sensor to hide the visitor's face, sir?” To asked, his voice trembling with excitement, his face turning red all the way to his ears.
“One hundred percent safe... Step inside.” Nack opened the rear door and led the way.
However, when the three followed him in, they were met with a wave of deep disappointment. Inside, there were only four strange-looking recliner chairs. There wasn't a single beautiful woman as they had imagined.
“Lie down... Put this on, then press the green button.” Nack picked up a strange, white headgear and wore it as a demonstration before immediately falling into a deep sleep.
The three students looked at each other hesitantly before deciding to give it a try. As soon as the green buttons were pressed...
Flash!
The three of them suddenly appeared on a breathtakingly beautiful beach, still in their university uniforms. They looked around in sheer awe. The area was filled with beautiful women of various styles in tiny bikinis, sunbathing and playing in the water with joyful smiles.
“I thought you guys might not follow me in.” Nack walked over to greet them. He was now wearing nothing but a pair of briefs, flaunting his plump physique without a care in the world.
“Sir... where are we?” To asked, stroking his own arm. The sensation of his skin felt so chillingly real it gave him goosebumps.
“The place where every girl you see here... is the net idol I mentioned,” Nack gestured to the surroundings.
Pe, who seemed to catch on faster and was bolder than the others, walked straight toward a fair-skinned Chinese girl sunbathing topless. “C-can I touch?”
“Of course,” the beautiful girl replied, grabbing Pe’s hand and pressing it onto her supple chest.
‘Incredible!’ The faint scent and the soft tenderness at his fingertips sent Pe’s manhood into overdrive. Recalling similar headgears from the anime he used to watch, he understood the system immediately... It was a virtual world. A world where he could do anything!
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Pe didn’t hesitate. He stripped his clothes off and mounted the Chinese girl, completely ignoring his two friends who stood there with their mouths agape.
Bew watched his friend ‘going all out’ with the beauty, swallowing hard. To was in a similar state. Once a pioneer had led the way like that, the wild animal instincts within them were instantly awakened!
Quickly! Quickly!
Bew and To scanned left and right for a girl they liked, before their hearts synced up and they both lunged frantically for the same tall, porcelain-skinned Russian girl.
Grab!
Both of their hands lunged onto the Russian girl’s arms, one on each side.
“Hey! Why are you taking the same one? Go find someone else over there!” To barked at his friend, trying to push Bew away.
Bew looked flustered and frantic, his frustration peaking. He reluctantly let go and sprinted off to find a new target—a fresh-faced Korean girl—at lightning speed.
Nack watched the scene of indulgence before him with a satisfied smirk. He waited until all three were ‘satisfied’ and full, before snapping his fingers loudly.
Flash!
All of them woke up on the recliners inside the van.
“That is called GREM,” Nack explained, holding up a sleek, high-quality white headband for them to see. “It stands for Game Harem. The model you just used is the cheapest—it costs only two thousand baht. But it doesn't have a private server. You have to pay a daily internet fee of ten baht or a monthly subscription of two hundred to access it.”
The three of them sat in stunned silence. Their bodies felt strangely light and relieved after the release. What had just happened wasn't a dream; they remembered every sensation. And now, their crotches were soaked with the fluid they had unintentionally released several times over, to the point that their student pants had visible wet patches.
“Sir... can I have your number? I’m going to save up and buy one right away!” Pe said, his face glowing with bliss. Two thousand baht for a student wasn't a difficult sum at all.
Nack gave a mysterious smile. “I can give you my number... but are you interested in other models? The fifty-thousand-baht version has a private server, or the hundred-thousand-baht one where you can conjure anything your heart desires, plus tons of games to play.”
“We don't have that kind of money, sir...” Pe scratched his head sheepishly.
“Don't worry... If you follow my conditions, I’ll give each of you a hundred-thousand-baht model for free!” Nack winked.
The three students’ ears perked up, and they nodded to the challenge without hesitation. Nack’s condition was simple: spread the word to their male friends until a hundred of the two-thousand-baht models were sold. But they were strictly forbidden from posting about it on social media. It had to be word-of-mouth. And most importantly... they must never tell any women. It was a secret exclusive to men. As for the buyers, they would receive an immediate five-hundred-baht discount if they promised to keep their mouths shut.
This "Underground Viral" marketing wasn't happening only at this university... it was spreading like a wildfire to every corner of the world, exactly as Saito had planned! This strategy, relying on the secrets and word-of-mouth of men, allowed GREM to infiltrate and distribute products globally in just a few months. It was a movement as swift and silent as an undercurrent... leaving the giant moguls of the beauty and fashion industries completely unaware that the territory of profit they once ruled was about to be shattered by the power of the virtual world.
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April 30, 2034 | 07:30 AM | Nagano, Japan
Inside the Mother Branch of the GREM Research and Development Center.
Inside the 5th-floor office of Chairman Saito.
“You’re demolishing the entire building?” Mook, the Director of the GREM R&D Center, blurted out in shock. He had just received the order that the European governments wanted to erase every trace of GREM in the outside world, leaving only the servers that were already operational.
“Yes... They want to destroy anything that might allow this technology to leak. They will provide us with a new location for maximum security in every aspect,” Saito replied in a voice as calm as a weather forecast.
Mook scanned the building he had overseen and managed since its acquisition and founding. Seeing the thing he had built with his own hands about to be reduced to rubble made him feel a slight pang of hesitation.
“While the government prepares the new site, go back home and rest for a while. As for the remaining employees, let them work from home and just keep a close eye on the servers. Inform them that from now on, everyone will work in a ‘Secret Zone’ with a 200% salary increase in exchange for the highest level of security clearance.”
“Understood,” Mook replied with a stoic face, though he still felt a bit heavy-hearted.
“And from now on, you are a ‘Director’—not the inventor of GREM. Do you understand? And never accidentally mention to anyone that GREM can be used to develop military technology.”
“Understood,” Mook nodded. He understood the meaning well. Currently, no nation other than those in Europe knew that GREM could accelerate military advancements. Even if they suspected, if Mook was just a Director and not the scientist or creator, the scrutiny from Europe's enemies would be significantly less.
“Regarding the realism in military and scientific advancements, please double-check that you’ve erased all high-fidelity realism from the public servers.”
“Will do,” Mook complied as easily as a loyal servant.
After detailing everything, Saito remained silent, staring at Mook for a moment before asking a probing question. “After this, countless women will lose their jobs... How do you feel about that?”
“I feel a bit sorry for them, I suppose. But it’s just a transition of eras. I’m sure they’ll find a way to adapt eventually,” Mook replied with a relaxed, normal demeanor. Even though he knew well that what he had created was about to destroy the careers of millions of women worldwide, it wasn't his business to worry about.
Saito stared at the young Director’s face and broke into a satisfied smile. He then said briefly, “You may go.”
“Yes, sir.” Mook stood up, bowed slightly, and walked out of the room.
Saito leaned back in his chair, looking out the window, admiring the beautiful morning view through the luxury glass. He had nothing left to worry about... Every traumatic experience Mook had ever faced had forged this young man into the perfect tool. He cared only for himself, was not bound by ideals, lacked empathy, and was not overly sensitive. He simply followed orders day by day for his own personal happiness.
“Heh...” Saito made a low sound in his throat. He reached out for an expensive bottle of wine, poured it into a glass, and took a leisurely sip.
Everything was proceeding according to plan... The collapse of a rotten world was slowly taking shape. And sitting back to watch that downfall from the highest point was a pleasure beyond compare. Plus...
Saito watched the one young man and three young women walking toward a luxury car together. From the first day he had sent Natsuki and Hana in until today, although there were occasional glances, Mook had never once touched the other two. That meant only one thing: ‘loyal and powerful love.’
And that was exactly what he had hoped for.
