New World

I started to open my eyes, feeling the heat of summer on my skin.

...

Wait, wasn't it winter? I looked around, finding myself in the middle of a dirt road in a rocky, mountainous area. I had no idea how I got here.

While I was worrying about my next course of action, I heard the sound of a car approaching. I moved off the road and waited for the car to get closer. As it became visible, it slowed down, and I noticed the driver was a woman. Not just any woman—she had blue hair, blue eyes, and white skin, and she was driving a white car that looked very much like the one Bulma used when she first met Goku in the first episode of Dragon Ball, one of my favorite animes.

As the car came to a stop beside me, I couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance the driver had to Bulma from "Dragon Ball"—blue hair and blue eyes, but instead of a confident demeanor, she looked shy and reserved. That is when something unexpected happened.

< Desire System Activated >

- Name: Miguel Retale

- Age: 18 years old

- Bloodline: Royal Devourer 

- Level(0) 0/1000XP

< Energies >

< Shop >

< Abilities >

< Skills (+1)>

< Missions (+1) >

< Harem Members >

I only had a second to glance at everything when I noticed Bulma getting out of her car. While she was doing that, the mission tabs of my system popped up in my face.

< Missions >

New Mission! - Time limit: One Day - Description: Make Bulma your first girlfriend - Reward: 10,000 Shop Points - Failure: Lose the chance of Bulma being interested in you forever.

I could tell what kind of system this was due to the name, but this mission also confirmed my earlier assumption: this system would help me get stronger while pushing me to fulfill my desires. As Bulma closed the driver's door, I noticed a blush on her face that she was trying to hide from me. As she lifted her eyes to my face, I gave her a smirk, indicating I noticed she was attracted to me. She immediately turned her face to the right and started fidgeting with her fingers.

'Looks like getting her to be mine will be easier than I imagined.'

"So, what's a pretty lady doing out here on the mountainside?" I started the conversation.

Bulma glanced at me, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. "Oh, um... I was just out for a drive," she stammered, her voice slightly unsteady.

I leaned casually against the car, a playful smile on my face. "In these mountains? Must be quite the adventure."

She nodded, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I like exploring. It's peaceful out here."

I studied her for a moment, noting the genuine warmth in her eyes despite her nervous demeanor. The Desire System's mission notification lingered in my thoughts, urging me to take action.

"Well, I'm glad I ran into you," I said smoothly, stepping closer. "I'm Miguel, by the way."

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Miguel... Nice to meet you. I'm... Bulma."

I chuckled softly. "Bulma, huh? That's a beautiful name."

Her blush deepened, and she looked away shyly. "Th-thank you..."

The mission details flashed through my mind again. Making Bulma my first girlfriend seemed straightforward enough according to the system, but I wanted to approach this delicately. I first had to make sure whether showing her my possessive side would scare her off or make her more interested in me.

"So, what brings you out here, Miguel?" Bulma asked, attempting to steer the conversation away from herself.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "I think I got kidnapped. I just woke up in the middle of the road, so I don't exactly know where I am, but now that I met you, I know exactly why I was put in this place."

I started to get closer to her, and she took a few steps back before being stopped by the window at the side of her car. I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought her close to my chest. She slightly resisted for a bit before giving in, allowing me to do what I wanted.

"I was put in this place so I could meet this lovely lady who currently resides in my arms," I whispered in her ear, causing her body to slightly shiver due to the stimulation. "And the moment I saw you, Bulma, I promised myself that I would get you to be my girlfriend by the end of today. So prepare yourself, 'cause I won't let you run away, Bulma."

I told her that with a very possessive voice, one that caused her body to shiver in both fear and anticipation. She struggled to get away from my grasp, and I let her go this time. She pulled her gun out of her waist purse and pointed it at me.

"Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?" Bulma's voice quivered, her hand trembling slightly as she holstered her gun, her eyes fixed on me. I could tell she wanted to see how I would react, whether I would back down or rise to the challenge. Sensing her test, I decided to meet it head-on.

"You're trying to figure me out, huh?" I said, my voice steady and confident despite the tension between us. "Well, Bulma, I'm not someone who shies away from a challenge."

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued by my response. "And what kind of challenge do you think I'm presenting?"

I took a step closer, my gaze unwavering. "You want to see if I'm serious. If I'm all bark and no bite. Well, I'll tell you this, Bulma. I don't back down from what I want."

Bulma's heart skipped a beat at his bold declaration. She had expected him to apologize or retreat, but instead, he was doubling down. There was something about his intensity that both unnerved and intrigued her.

"You think you can just... claim me?" Bulma said, her voice wavering slightly.

Miguel shook his head. "No, not claim, not yet at least. But I know chemistry when I feel it. And I feel it between us, Bulma."

She swallowed hard, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions. Miguel's confidence was both unsettling and strangely appealing. Could she trust him? Did she want to? She did start her journey to be able to get the perfect boyfriend, but did she want to give him the chance to get in her heart before it was too late to get away from the implication in his words?

Before she could respond, Miguel gently took her hand in his, his touch surprisingly tender. "I'm not here to play games, Bulma. I woke up in this strange place with no memories, but meeting you—it feels like fate. Like I'm meant to be here."

Bulma searched his eyes, looking for any hint of deception or manipulation. But all she found was sincerity and determination. Maybe, just maybe, she could take a chance.

"Okay, Miguel," she finally said, her voice softer now. "Show me."

His lips curled into a confident smile. "Gladly."