The room was still.
Grayfia was asleep beside me, breath soft and steady, one arm loosely draped over my chest. Her silver hair shimmered faintly in the artificial moonlight. Her expression — so often composed and calculating — was peaceful now. Vulnerable.
Beautiful.
I should've been exhausted. My body certainly was. But my mind… it wouldn't stop racing.
That moment earlier tonight — the one I had imagined in so many ways, planned for with layers of subtlety and patience — it finally happened.
And with it… something unforeseen awakened.
[Hidden System Mission: Virginity Lost – Complete]
[Reward Granted: Unique Trait – Skill/Ability/Trait Creation]
[Note: No options available. Trait granted directly.]
I blinked. My heart kicked up a little in my chest. The interface hovered cleanly in my mind's eye.
Trait: Creation Domain (Lesser)
You may now create custom skills, abilities, and traits.
— Weak/Ordinary Tier: No flaw required
— Supernatural/Powerful Tier: A single flaw must be specified
— All flaw-ability combinations must be approved by the System AI
— Limit: 1 creation per year
I sat there for a full minute, wide-eyed.
This… this is OP.
Not just good — not convenient — not even "broken" in the way most people would say. This was foundational. This was the kind of ability that doesn't just bend the rules of a world — it lets me write them.
I've read enough manhwa and webnovels to recognize a cheat skill. But this wasn't a skill.
This was authorship.
And now it's mine.
But unlike those fictional characters… I'm not reckless. I don't spam overpowered blasts or scream every attack name like an idiot.
I observe. I adapt. I play the long game.
So I didn't try to invent the world's deadliest magic or a skill that breaks space-time.
Not yet.
Instead, I tested something small. Something practical.
[Create Trait: God of Acting]
— Tier: Ordinary
— Description: Allows perfect control over body language, facial expression, voice modulation, tone, and emotional presentation.
Enables realistic roleplay of any personality archetype, with seamless transitions.
No flaw required.
There was a brief pause… and then a soft chime.
[Trait Created: God of Acting]
Status: Active
Integration: 100%
Limit reached — next creation available in 1 year
I felt it instantly.
It wasn't a rush of mana. It wasn't even magical pressure. It was internal. A shift in presence. In posture. Like wearing a second skin that obeyed my thoughts before I even finished forming them.
I rolled onto my back, letting Grayfia's arm slide gently off me without waking her. Then I sat up, bare feet touching the cold floor. My reflection in the window stared back — soft-featured, ethereal, delicate.
Still Gasper.
But now something else entirely.
I smiled — small, shy, and natural.
Then I walked over to the mirror and let the mask fall.
My body straightened. Shoulders squared. The way I blinked changed. No hesitation. No fragility. I looked like someone certain of himself — someone born to command.
I let a different personality bloom — mature, cool-toned, quietly seductive.
Then I snapped it off like a switch.
Back to the meek smile. Wide eyes. Downcast posture.
Perfect.
No mana fluctuation. No spiritual pressure. No magical residue. Even someone as sharp as Venelana or as paranoid as Serafall wouldn't detect the difference unless I wanted them to.
And that's why this is dangerous.
I don't need to use brute strength to win this world.
I can become anyone they need me to be.
A grieving orphan in front of nobles. A curious, innocent boy in front of a rival. A clumsy sweetheart in front of Venelana. A pure-hearted shield in front of Rias.
If needed… I could even become a villain. Or a martyr.
My body is the costume. My mind is the actor. And this world is the stage.
"God of Acting." The name fits. Not because it's flashy. But because it's absolute.
I turned back to the bed and crawled under the covers again. Grayfia murmured something in her sleep and instinctively pulled me closer. Her breath warmed my neck. Her thigh brushed against mine. Her presence should've calmed me.
But my mind was sharper than ever.
One creation per year. No more until the next cycle. Every choice from now on would need to be surgical. Efficient. Strategic.
God of Acting was my first.
It would not be my strongest.
But it would be my most essential.
Because no matter what systems I built… no matter what armies I raised…
None of it would matter if I couldn't hide who I was.
Tomorrow, I'll test the skill in public. Subtle shifts. Alternate personalities. Let's see who suspects anything.
Let's see who I can fool.
Because one day, when they all look up and realize who truly controls the Underworld...
It'll already be too late.
Gasper's POV
Eventually, sleep crept in.
The system faded to the back of my mind like a distant hum. Grayfia's body was warm beside me — soft curves wrapped in silky sheets, one arm still half-draped across my waist like I belonged to her.
Part of me wanted to savor that thought longer. But even masterminds have limits, and tonight, exhaustion won.
My eyes closed. My breathing slowed.
Sleep came fast.
I wasn't sure how long I'd been out when I felt her fingers gently stroke my cheek.
"Gasper," Grayfia whispered.
Her voice was soft. Controlled. But there was something… different about it. A kind of quiet urgency, like she was trying very hard to stay calm and not ruin something perfect.
I blinked awake slowly, still half in dream.
She was already fully dressed — her uniform perfectly buttoned, her gloves tightened, her hair pinned with practiced elegance.
"You need to sneak back to your room," she murmured, kneeling beside the bed.
I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Ah… r-right."
I almost tripped pulling the sheets off — I was still bare underneath. She didn't look away.
Of course she didn't.
I got dressed as quickly as I could, still groggy, cheeks already pink from the sheer absurdity of sneaking out of Grayfia's room like some noble's concubine.
Before I could reach the door, she grabbed my wrist.
I turned—half confused—half dreading what expression I'd see.
What I saw was hunger.
"Wait," she whispered. "You forgot something."
Her hand slipped behind my neck and pulled me in.
Her lips crashed against mine—fierce and slow, hot and consuming. She kissed me like she was branding me. Like she wanted to imprint the shape of her mouth onto mine forever. Her tongue slid in without invitation, curling, teasing, dominating.
I melted.
I didn't know where to put my hands but when I felt her hand on my butt I flipped her short skirt up and started groping her fat ass roughly just like how he she was groping mine.
My knees weakened. My face burned.
When she finally pulled away, a thin trail of breath clung between us.
"I-I…" I stammered, eyes wide, lips tingling.
She smirked, brushing her thumb across my flushed cheek. "You're so soft like this."
I looked away, flustered, fiddling with the edge of my sleeve. "S-Sorry… I'm still not… used to that…"
She exhaled slowly, her smile faltering — just a bit.
And then she stared.
Not at my lips. Not at my neck.
At me.
Grayfia's POV
So pretty.
Too pretty.
He doesn't understand. He thinks this is some flirty affair. A secret tryst in the night. He doesn't realize what he's doing to me. What I've become.
I've broken kingdoms. Controlled the Satan himself. But with him… I kneel.
He's not just a boy. He's not just Gasper.
He's mine.
My prince. My obsession. My future.
And if anyone tries to take him from me…
Akeno. Rias. Even Venelana.
I'll kill them.
I'll cut off their tongues if they speak his name too fondly. Rip their hearts out if they make him smile too sweetly. I'll destroy their entire bloodlines if they dare to love him like I do.
Because this love?
It's not innocent. It's not pretty. It's real.
And I will not be discarded.
Back to Gasper's POV
All I saw was Grayfia watching me with that calm smile, like nothing dangerous had passed through her mind at all.
"I'll see you tonight," she said gently.
I nodded dumbly and slipped out the door, heart pounding.
By the time I got back to my room, the estate was starting to stir.
I barely had time to brush my hair before the knock came.
"Gasper," Rias's voice called from outside the door. "Come on. Training."
"Y-Yeah! Coming!"
I flinched at how guilty I sounded.
I opened the door to see Rias already dressed in her training gear, arms crossed.
She arched a brow. "You're red. Did you oversleep or something?"
"…Something."
She smirked. "You're weird. Let's go."
As I followed her down the hall, I glanced over my shoulder once.
Just to make sure Grayfia wasn't watching.
She wasn't.
But somehow, I still felt her eyes on me.
End of Chapter 11