My Anti-hero Fairy System

Sylvester's thoughts were interrupted as Hagrit chimed in.

[Yes, really. You received and gave pleasure.]

'I'm still finding it hard to believe that I can earn points just by having sex,' Sylvester replied, still bemused by the absurdity of the system.

[Well, you better believe it. Should I show you your stats?]

'No, not now. I need to rest. Let's do that tomorrow.'

Hagrit's voice softened. [Are you still interested in knowing more about Real Blood?]

Sylvester, intrigued by the mention of the mysterious substance, sat up in bed. 'Yes, tell me everything about it.'

[For centuries, many vampires have desired to coexist openly with humans, free from hiding their true nature. This dream seemed impossible until a decade ago, when a brilliant scientist invented Real Blood. It was the sixth and only successful attempt at creating a blood alternative that satisfies a vampire's craving for human blood.]

Sylvester nodded, finding the concept fascinating as Hagrit continued.

[Real Blood changed everything. It allowed vampires to integrate with humans and sparked a movement advocating for vampire rights. However, as vampires began living openly, a new and dangerous problem emerged.]

'What problem could that be? Are the vampires demanding more?' Sylvester asked, narrowing his eyes.

[No. The problem's name is Temp-V.]

Sylvester frowned. 'What the hell is Temp-V?'

[Temp-V is basically vampire blood. Some humans discovered that consuming vampire blood temporarily grants them abilities similar to vampires. It instantly heals wounds, enhances speed, and gives them incredible strength. But it's also dangerously addictive and highly intoxicating like meth. Because of this, Temp-V was made illegal, and incredibly expensive.]

Sylvester shook his head in disbelief. 'Humans and their endless need to exploit everything.'

[Indeed. Some humans go to extreme lengths to acquire Temp-V. Some even hunt and kill vampires for their blood. This has deepened the divide between humans and vampires, leading to a growing unending conflict.]

Sylvester leaned back on the bed, exhaling deeply. 'Man, this world is weird. Do you have any new missions for me?'

[Not at the moment. The goddess of light has instructed that your missions will now be given to you at a moment's notice.]

"Why?" Sylvester blurted out loud before quickly switching to telepathic communication again. 'Why would she do that?'

[I don't know her exact reasoning, but I suspect she believes you're capable of handling it. Besides, this is only a temporary measure.]

'That makes no sense, Hagrit. I'm still new to this.'

[Don't worry. I'm here to help with any problems that arise.]

Sylvester sighed, his mind racing with possible reasons for this sudden change. Ultimately, he decided there was no point overthinking it. 'Fine. I have no choice but to accept it.'

Grabbing Cara's phone, he began scrolling through her photos. His eyes landed on pictures of Cara's boyfriend, Kyle—a muscular, athletic man with perfect symmetry, arms draped confidently around Cara's waist.

Sylvester frowned, feeling an uncomfortable mix of envy and irritation. Kyle's shirtless photos only amplified his frustration. 'What's this gym rat trying to prove?'

[Jealous, are we?] Hagrit teased.

Ignoring the comment, Sylvester opened the text messages between Cara and Kyle. As he skimmed their conversations, he couldn't help but shake his head. 'Why was Cara ever into this guy? They're complete opposites. She's smart; he's…well, dumb.'

[Opposites attract, you know.]

'Not to this extent. Look at this: she's obsessed with true crime documentaries, while he's all about Maroon 5 and protein shakes. She listens to soul and folk music. He talks about himself in the third person. They have nothing in common.'

[Maybe they were just having fun?]

'Whatever. I'm bored reading their texts.'

As Sylvester scrolled further, a message from a contact named Farrah Edwards caught his attention:

*"Hey, bitch. That vampire chick came looking for you again this evening. I told her you were gone, but I could've sworn I saw a bloody tear run down her cheek. I wish I could call you and tell you this, but it's impossible. You've gone to bitchy heaven, and I'm stuck here all alone."*

Sylvester sat up straighter, intrigued. 'Damn. This must be one of Cara's friends.'

[Yeah. She sounds devastated.]

'That's what happens when someone close to you dies. But I can't help but wonder—who's the vampire chick she's talking about? Could she have had a hand in Cara's death?'

[It's possible. You should investigate further.]

—-

The next morning, Sylvester woke up in Cara's incredibly soft bed, stretching as sunlight filtered through the curtains. He groggily reached for Cara's phone on the nightstand and saw it was already 7 a.m. Feeling the need to freshen up before facing Cara's family, he made his way to the bathroom.

As he brushed Cara's teeth and rinsed his face, an unsettling sensation washed over him. Something felt different—more intimate, more feminine. It wasn't just the body he was inhabiting anymore; it was as if the lines between his identity and Cara's were beginning to blur. Perturbed, Sylvester decided to confront the only guide he had in this bizarre new reality.

'Hagrit, I feel different this morning—way more connected to this body than I did yesterday. What's happening to me?'

[That's because you experienced an orgasm as a woman last night. It's not just your soul occupying this body anymore; you've fully immersed yourself into Cara's physical and emotional state.]

Sylvester frowned, not entirely grasping the concept. 'I don't understand. Could you explain it like I'm five?'

[What I mean is that you're no longer just Sylvester in Cara's body. You are becoming Cara. Her memories, instincts, and emotions will start integrating into your consciousness. This is why I will no longer refer to you as Sylvester or use masculine pronouns. You are fully Cara now.]

Sylvester—or Cara—froze, gripping the edge of the sink. 'So... there's no going back? Just when I think I've wrapped my head around this insane situation, you throw this curveball at me.'

[You sound upset.]

'Of course I'm upset! I still had a sliver of hope that I could be a man again. But now... you're telling me that I'm losing who I was?'

[You're not losing who you were. You're evolving. But if you wish to discuss this further, we can.]

'No. I don't want to talk about this anymore.'

Frustrated, Cara finished her routine, her movements sharper and more purposeful than usual. She chose a sleek black skirt and a monochrome blouse, tying her long black hair into a neat ponytail. The outfit projected confidence, even if her mind was a storm of uncertainty.

When she stepped into the sitting room, the sight before her made her pause. Rudy was there, sipping his morning coffee, but he wasn't alone. A busty maid hovered close, her ample breasts nearly spilling out of her tight uniform. Her hands had been suggestively lingering near Rudy's crotch, their smiles a little too intimate for mere pleasantries.

The moment they noticed Cara, they froze. The maid quickly withdrew her hand, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"You're up early," Rudy said smoothly, raising his coffee mug in a mock toast. "That's very unlike you."

The maid straightened herself, flustered but trying to appear professional. "Good morning, ma'am. Is there anything I can get you?"

Cara stood silently for a moment, her eyes darting between the two. Her ability to read minds gave her an unwelcome but undeniable insight into their dynamic. She deducted details of their encounters, secretive trysts in the house Rudy shared with Arlene.

The knowledge ignited a flicker of anger deep within her, but she masked it with a neutral expression.