*March 11, 1986, Mumbai, India*
The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Raj Mehra's luxurious villa bedroom, bathing the space in a warm, golden light that danced across the polished marble floors and the king-sized bed draped in silk sheets. The room was a testament to Raj's empire—a blend of modern opulence and subtle extravagance, with abstract art on the walls, a massive flat-screen imported TV from London mounted opposite the bed, and a balcony overlooking the glittering Arabian Sea. At 21 (in body, though his reincarnated mind carried the wisdom of 2025), Raj sat cross-legged on the bed, his athletic frame clad in casual lounge pants and a fitted t-shirt that hugged his toned muscles. His dark hair was slightly disheveled from a morning workout, and his sharp eyes gleamed with anticipation as he stared at the ethereal interface only he could see—the ROI system's shop menu hovering in his mind like a holographic display.
Raj had been browsing the system's offerings for hours, his fingers tapping idly on the bedspread as he scrolled through items that promised everything from enhanced intellect to unbreakable weapons. But one had caught his eye earlier: *JS-1 Medicine*—a genetic enhancer for superhuman physical abilities. The price was steep, but with his 40-crore fortune (after recent underworld loots and business profits), it was a drop in the ocean. "System, confirm purchase for JS-1," he commanded mentally, his voice steady but laced with excitement.
[*Purchase confirmed. Deducting funds. Item delivered.*] The system's neutral, robotic voice echoed in his head, and in a shimmer of blue light that only he perceived, a small, glowing pill materialized in his palm. It was azure, almost translucent, pulsing faintly like a captured star. Raj turned it over, marveling at its otherworldly sheen. *This is it,* he thought, a thrill coursing through him. *The edge I've been waiting for.*
But caution tempered his eagerness. Raj had learned to question the system on every detail—pain, side effects, compatibility. "System," he said aloud, his voice firm in the quiet room, "will I feel anything like pain when I eat this? Any side effects I should know?"
The system's response was immediate, its tone clinical and reassuring. [*Host, the JS-1 medicine alters structures at the DNA level to enhance physical capabilities. This process would typically cause intense pain due to cellular reconfiguration. However, the system will induce unconsciousness for 5 minutes to mitigate discomfort. During this time, the medicine will fully integrate. No long-term side effects; full effects manifest upon awakening.*]
Raj nodded, satisfied. The system's reliability had built his empire—from predicting film hits like *Pyar Kiya* (now at 50 lakhs and climbing toward 1 crore) to looting 50 crore from D-Company and Shetty's crumbling gangs. He popped the pill into his mouth, swallowing it dry. It dissolved instantly, a cool rush spreading through his veins like liquid ice. His vision blurred, the room spinning in a vortex of colors, and then—nothing. Blackness enveloped him, his body slumping back against the pillows.
Five minutes felt like an eternity in the void, but when Raj's eyes snapped open, the world was sharper, clearer, *alive*. He sat up slowly, flexing his fingers, feeling an electric surge in every muscle. His body hummed with power—infinite stamina, strength twice that of a bull, reaction speed ten times a cat's, and velocity five times a cheetah's. He could dodge bullets, run at 600 km/h, his senses heightened to predatory levels. The air felt charged, his heartbeat a thunderous drum. "Incredible," he whispered, standing with effortless grace. He punched the air experimentally, the whoosh cutting like a whip. *This changes everything.*
But questions nagged. "System, how do I sustain this? Running at 600 km/h—where does the energy come from? Do I need to eat mountains of food?"
[*Host, enhanced abilities require exponential energy. To recover from 600 km/h for 2 minutes, consumption equivalent to 100 adult meals is needed. Standard diet insufficient for prolonged use.*]
Raj frowned, pacing the room, his new speed making the space feel smaller. *A hundred meals? Impractical.* "Solution? How do I fix this without turning into a glutton?"
The system hummed. [*Recommended: Sun God Body. Price: 1 crore (99.99% discount applied). Absorbs solar energy for unlimited replenishment. Full charge requires 100 hours of direct sunlight, sustaining 600 km/h for 10 days continuously.*]
Raj's eyes widened. "Purchase confirmed." Funds deducted invisibly, but no immediate change. He felt nothing—no warmth, no surge. "System, why no effect?"
[*Sun God Body requires initial solar exposure to activate. Charge in direct sunlight for optimal integration.*]
Raj nodded, filing it away. But a major flaw hit him like a freight train. *Super strength, speed—but control? If I hug Priya or Jyoti too hard...* Visions flashed: accidental harm, broken bones, shattered trust. His romantic pact with the sisters was his anchor amid the chaos—gang wars, business empires. Losing that? Unthinkable. "System, how do I master this? Control the power without years of trial and error?"
[*Available: 10-Year Strength Control Experience Implant. Price: 10 crore. Instant integration of muscle memory and neural pathways for precise control.*]
Raj's heart sank—the price was a gut punch, bleeding his coffers dry. But the alternative? Celibacy for a decade? No. "Purchase," he gritted, the decision a reluctant surrender.
A wave crashed into his mind—memories flooding like a torrent: training montages in imagined dojos, lifting weights with feather-touch precision, sparring without bruising partners, intimate moments calibrated to perfection. It lasted seconds but felt like decades. When it cleared, Raj flexed his hand, picking up a delicate glass vase from the nightstand. He squeezed—just enough pressure, no crack. Perfect control.
His gaze shifted downward, a smirk forming. His "little brother" stood proudly, thicker, longer—7 inches now, an inch more than before, a side effect of JS-1's enhancements. *The system delivers,* he thought, chuckling. Across the bed, Jyoti slept peacefully, her curvaceous form barely covered by the sheets, clad in that red bikini from earlier. Her breathing was soft, her black hair splayed like a fan. Raj's devilish smile widened—time to test his new limits.
He reached over, slapping her ass firmly but controlled, the smack echoing. Jyoti yelped, jolting awake, her hand flying to rub the stinging spot as she scrambled to her knees on the bed. Her eyes glared at him, wide with surprise and mock indignation. "Raj! What the hell? That hurt! You can't satisfy me on the bed—only 20 minutes today—and now you're using brute force? I'm telling Priya!"
Raj's laugh was low, predatory, his enhanced stamina thrumming like an engine. "That was before, Jyoti. Something's changed. Look." He gestured downward, his erection prominent, thicker and longer.
Jyoti's eyes followed, widening in confusion and intrigue. "How...? It's bigger, thicker. What did you do, Raj? Some weird pill?"
Raj's hand shot out, tangling in her hair, pulling her head toward him with precise force—not painful, but insistent. "Suck now," he commanded, his voice deep, authoritative.
Jyoti hesitated a second, her cheeks flushing, but the spark in her eyes betrayed excitement. She leaned in, her lips parting to take him, but struggled—the new size stretched her mouth, her hands bracing on his thighs. "Raj... it's too big," she mumbled around him, her tongue working valiantly.
Raj groaned, guiding her rhythm. "You'll adjust. Good girl." The sensation was heightened—his enhanced sensitivity making every flick of her tongue electric. After five minutes, he pulled her off, her breaths coming in gasps.
Jyoti wiped her lips, eyes pleading. "Raj... I can't wait. Give it to me."
He raised an eyebrow, teasing. "What did you say?"
She bit her lip, hand reaching for him. "Raj, give it to me—please."
A sharp slap across her cheek—not hard, but stinging—made her gasp. "From today, call me Master."
Jyoti's eyes darkened with desire, no anger, only submission. "Master... give it to me."
Raj flipped her onto her back, thrusting into her pussy with controlled power. The 7-inch length filled her completely, eliciting a loud moan. "Ahh... Master... more! I want more!" She wrapped her legs around him, her nails digging into his back as he pounded rhythmically, his enhanced stamina turning the act into an endurance marathon.
The bed creaked under their fervor, Jyoti's cries filling the room. "Yes... harder, Master!" Raj obliged, his hips slamming with precision, each thrust calibrated to maximize pleasure without harm. Sweat glistened on their bodies, the bikini top pushed aside as he sucked on her breast, biting gently. Jyoti arched, her orgasm crashing first, waves of ecstasy making her tremble. But Raj continued, unflagging.
He switched positions, pulling her to the edge of the bed for a standing thrust, her legs over his shoulders. "Feel that?" he growled, going deeper. Jyoti nodded frantically, moans incoherent. Then doggy style—her on all fours, him behind, slapping her ass rhythmically as he drove in. "Scream for me," he demanded, and she did, her voice raw with bliss.
They moved to the sofa—Jyoti riding him reverse cowgirl, her back to his chest, his hands roaming her body. "Master... you're endless," she panted, grinding against him. Raj flipped her again, pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling window, the sea view a backdrop as he took her standing, her breasts pressed to the glass. "Look at the world out there," he whispered, thrusting. "It's mine—and so are you." Jyoti's reflection showed ecstasy, her hands splaying on the pane.
Position after position—missionary on the floor, her legs pinned back; lotus on the rug, face-to-face intimacy; against the wall, her lifted effortlessly by his bull strength. Two hours blurred into a haze of sweat, moans, and unrelenting passion. Jyoti's energy waned, her body limp with exhaustion, multiple orgasms leaving her quivering. "Master... I can't... anymore," she whispered, collapsing.
Raj, still hard and full of vigor, hadn't cummed once—his 100x stamina a double-edged sword. He scooped her up gently, carrying her to the bathroom. The marble space was spa-like, with a rain shower and scented oils. Under the warm water, he washed her tenderly, soaping her curves, massaging her sore muscles. "You did well," he murmured, kissing her neck. Jyoti leaned into him, eyes half-closed.
Dried and dressed in fresh sheets, he laid her on the bed. She was asleep instantly, a satisfied smile on her lips. Raj checked the time: 11:30 AM. He dressed quickly—crisp shirt, trousers—and headed to the office, his body buzzing with power. *The system's gifts are godsends,* he thought, stepping into his Contessa. *But control... that's everything.*
At the Mehra Building, Raj ascended to his fourth-floor office, the empire's pulse greeting him—buzzing phones, script stacks, tender files. The road to dominance was paved, but with his new abilities, no obstacle seemed insurmountable.