System at One End and Harem at the Other End

David stood at the threshold of the door, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of thoughts. David hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering in mid-air as he stood outside the door.

Thoughts raced through his mind, each one vying for attention. Should I Enter? What should I do next once I enter? Was it appropriate to enter a Woman's flat at this late hour? As he pondered his dilemma, memories of his past flooded back.

The mere idea of stepping foot into a Woman's room seemed foreign to David. Throughout his life, he had been a loner, often subjected to ridicule and bullying by girls who found his appearance unappealing and ugly looks.

Leaving aside the prospect of entering a woman's room, David had never set foot in any of his male classmates' rooms either. The memories of relentless bullying and the painful experiences he endured during his college years had compelled him to abandon his studies prematurely.

The scars from those experiences ran deep, shaping his perception of himself and his interactions with the opposite sex.

But everything had changed since the System entered his life. It had bestowed upon him newfound confidence and abilities that he never thought possible.

The once-shy and introverted David had been given a chance to rewrite his story, step out of the shadows, and embrace a new world of possibilities.

As he gathered his thoughts, David realized that his apprehensions were just remnants of his past. The System had opened doors that were once closed to him, and he had the power to determine his own fate. With a deep breath, he reached out and turned the doorknob, stepping into the darkness that lay beyond.

The room greeted him with a cloak of shadows, its contents hidden from view. David's heart raced as he fumbled for the light switch. With a flick, the room was illuminated, revealing a scene that took him by surprise.

David stood at the threshold of the apartment, his eyes widening in disbelief. He had always held the belief that women took great pride in keeping their living spaces neat and organized. But what he saw before him shattered that notion completely.

With Jessica still leaning on him for support, David couldn't resist stealing a quick glance into the room. His curiosity got the better of him as he observed the scene before him.

David couldn't resist the temptation to sneak a peek into the room, his curiosity piqued by the prospect of exploring a woman's apartment for the first time.

As he gazed around, he discreetly took mental notes, observing everything. It was a glimpse into a world that had always intrigued him—the realm of solitude where women go about their personal activities.

As he took in the sight, David couldn't help but chuckle to himself. "I guess this goes to show that how things look on the surface isn't always the reality," he mused.

It was a valuable lesson in not judging a book by its cover, even when it came to the tidiness of a woman's apartment.

"Well," he thought to himself, "at least this is still better than the chaotic mess I used to have in my own room." David pondered.

"What are you murmuring?" Jessica asked, her voice slurred from the effects of alcohol.

David chuckled, trying to hide his surprise. "Nothing," he replied casually, not wanting to draw attention to the thoughts swirling in his mind.

His eyes wandered around the hall, taking in the scene before him. It was clear that Jessica had hastily discarded her clothes, leaving them scattered on the sofa. The same clothes she had worn during the afternoon in the studio now lay crumpled on the floor, a sign of her hurried preparation for the night party.

The disarray extended beyond the clothes. Her black panties and bra were carelessly thrown onto the sofa her remaining clothes were lying on the ground, The makeup kit on the sofa table added to the chaotic ambiance of the room.

As David's gaze swept through the apartment, he noticed a similar lack of order. Clothes were strewn about in various corners as if she couldn't be bothered to put them away.

Peeking from his vantage point, he caught a glimpse of the kitchen sink filled with dirty plates, evidence of neglect in the cleanliness department.

Not far from the sink, her work bag sat on the table, seemingly forgotten. The laptop, still open and running, completed the picture of a space left in disarray.

"I am going to the washroom," Jessica announced, her voice slurred from the effects of too many drinks. She stumbled in the direction of the bathroom, as she was controlling herself from long for the Loo.

As Jessica hurriedly made her way to the restroom, David took the opportunity to find a seat on the sofa. Settling down, he observed the scene unfolding before him, his curiosity piqued.

His eyes fell upon the abandoned panty lying on the sofa. A mischievous thought crossed his mind, and he swiftly reached out to grab it. The intricate patterns on the fabric caught his attention, and he found himself marveling at the cute designs.

"Snifffff" With a mischievous grin, David brought the panty close to his face and took a quick sniff, savoring the moment.

"Woah," he exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise and amusement. The scent of her pussy intrigued him, leaving him with a sense of delight.

"Pussy will be Tasty" as he chucked thinking about tonight's action.

However, as he heard Jessica's footsteps approaching, he hurriedly placed the panty back where he found it, ensuring everything was just as it had been. With a fleeting glance towards the bra, he resisted the temptation to explore further, choosing instead to maintain the illusion of innocence.