Chapter 1: Sugar Daddy System

When Kitahara woke up, he only felt extremely weak all over, with no strength at all.

He forced himself to perk up and surveyed the current situation. Only then did he realize that he was lying on the floor, and the environment he was in was completely unfamiliar.

A dim and cramped room, the curtains were tightly drawn, and in the middle of the room was a brazier with white ashes of something that had been burned inside.

Other than that, the room was actually fairly clean, except the decor seemed very dated and rather out of place, not like domestic interior design.

"Damn it, where did that little brat drag me off to?"

Kitahara felt somewhat baffled. He’d just dozed off in a taxi, so how did he end up here when he opened his eyes?

Was he kidnapped?

Kitahara was originally a loser writer, the kind whose income barely kept him alive. Although he had sacrificed his personal dignity for survival before, he had long since turned over a new leaf.

Today, after pulling an all-nighter writing, he wanted to reward his hardworking self and decided to go to a foot massage parlor to relax, so he took a taxi there.

Who would have thought that after just closing his eyes for a moment in the car, he’d end up here!

This was clearly not a foot massage parlor!

Where was this?

Kitahara was very puzzled.

But as a stream of unfamiliar memories surged in, he finally understood. He’s transmigrated!

Japan, Tokyo, Kitahara Chiki, 23 years old, University of Tokyo graduate, August 1992, author, charcoal suicide...

After digesting one memory after another, Kitahara found it quite interesting. He had never imagined that one day he would transmigrate. Fate was truly too kind to him!

In the memories, the original owner was an outstanding University of Tokyo graduate. Apart from that, he also had a talent for writing. The first work he created during his school years was a bestseller, so he could be said to have achieved success young.

Because of this, after graduation he chose to become a professional writer, focusing on literary creation.

Unfortunately, the few works he published afterward all had mediocre results, with lukewarm market reactions.

The original owner, Kitahara Chiki, was under enormous psychological pressure, began to doubt his own abilities, and constantly denied himself. In the end, he chose charcoal suicide.

"This guy’s tolerance was way too weak. I’ve flopped over a dozen books and I still think about going for foot massages every day! And he kills himself over this? What a waste!"

It was just as well that he committed suicide—it benefited him instead. A 23-year-old University of Tokyo graduate, and a once-famous has-been author. This identity was pretty fitting for him.

As a webnovel writer who dealt with transmigration and rebirth all day long, Kitahara had strong adaptability and quickly accepted the reality that he too had transmigrated.

He was actually quite happy about it.

Anyway, he had been a loner before, with no family at all. Now that he had the chance to experience the myriad charms of island-country girls, it was simply wonderful!

"Right, I almost forgot. Where’s the transmigration perk? Where’s the system?" ℯ

Kitahara slapped his forehead, nearly forgetting this important matter.

After all, this was 1990s Tokyo. The economic crisis had already broken out, and the market was in complete depression. People couldn’t even find jobs, and those jumping off rooftops were everywhere.

Without a system, it would still be somewhat difficult for him to live happily here.

It was just too hard in this kind of environment!

Fortunately, with a "Ding!" mechanical sound, a virtual screen appeared before Kitahara’s eyes. System Bro really had arrived!

Sure enough, the system was the standard equipment for transmigrators.

"Ding! Sugar Daddy System activated. Will wholeheartedly serve the host!"

"When the host meets a girl he likes, she can be added as a girlfriend within this system."

"Spending money on girlfriends can earn cashback of two to ten times."

"Increasing a girlfriend’s favorability will grant special rewards!"

"When favorability reaches maximum value, a second girlfriend slot can be unlocked. And the first girlfriend’s favorability will never decrease..."

...

Looking at the rows of flickering text on the virtual screen, Kitahara gradually gained some understanding of his system.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward, and he was thrilled inside.

This system was awesome. Whichever girl he took a fancy to, he could set her as a girlfriend. Giving gifts to girls and buying things for them would all earn cashback. This wasn’t just free—he could even make money!

If it worked like this, the money would come in way too fast, right?

And which girl could withstand the assault of money? They would definitely think, "He’s so willing to spend money on me, he must really love me!"

Although he didn’t yet know what the system’s so-called special rewards were, with the word "special" attached, they had to be awesome. His blind guess was high-tech stuff like "titanium alloy kidneys."

Thinking of this, Kitahara shed tears of happiness.

He had fantasized about a day like this countless times.

Life was too hard, too tiring. Writing every day only earned him barely enough to eat. Every day he hoped his new book would take off, but every time what came was disappointment.

Days like this, with no hope in sight, were eroding his passion for life day by day.

Approaching middle age, all alone.

Maybe some people thought this was very carefree. One person fed, the whole family not hungry. But Kitahara only felt loneliness and solitude!

Going to the foot massage parlor was because he needed to comfort his lonely heart and constantly feel the beauty of life.

Otherwise, he was afraid he would become depressed!

Finally, heaven took pity on him, let him transmigrate, and even gave him a system.

At this moment, Kitahara swore in his heart that he must not shortchange himself, and must live freely and joyfully once!

...

Using his thoughts to put the system on standby, Kitahara struggled to crawl up from the floor with this weak body.

Shuffling his feet, he came to the windowsill and opened the window to let fresh air pour in. Only then did his spirit improve a bit.

He was finally no longer groggy.

However, his physical condition was still very poor, especially since he was terribly hungry. He didn’t know how long the original owner had been lying on the floor, but it was at least more than a full day.

Thinking he’d see if there was anything to eat here, and if not, go outside to find some food, suddenly there was a knock on the door.

He moved the brazier in the middle of the room to the side so people wouldn’t see it and get the wrong idea. Kitahara staggered to the door and opened it.

What greeted his eyes was a young married woman who looked about twenty-six or twenty-seven. Her figure was quite voluptuous, and she wore light makeup on her face.

Although her looks weren’t absolutely stunning, her gentle temperament and concerned expression made Kitahara feel very comfortable.

It was just that he couldn’t immediately remember who this was. There was no helping it—his memories were still a bit chaotic.

At this moment, he heard this gentle young married woman speak:

"Kitahara-kun, are you alright?"