The air in the locker room was already thick with the smell of stale sweat and cheap disinfectant, but now a new, primal scent joined the mix.
Cindy's body, slick with the perspiration of her recent workout, gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights. Every pore seemed to weep the evidence of her exertion, and as Michael pressed closer, the heat radiating from her felt like a furnace.
He didn't rush. The system's chimes were his orchestra, and he was the conductor.
Ding! [Lust Points +10!]
His lips found the salty hollow of her throat,tasting the sharp tang of her sweat.
She flinched, a weak "Nngh..." escaping her as her head lolled back against the cold locker.
Ding! [Lust Points +15!]
His hands,rough and demanding, slid under her damp sports top, skimming over the quivering muscles of her abdomen.
Her skin was fever-hot and slick. She gasped, "St-stop... please..." but her plea was a whisper, lacking conviction, her body already betraying her words.
Ding! [Lust Points +20!]
He peeled the top off,the fabric sticking to her skin for a moment before giving way. Her small, firm breasts were exposed, beaded with sweat, her nipples hardening instantly in the cool air—or was it from his touch? He lowered his head, and his tongue circled one peak, lapping up the salty moisture.
A sharp, shuddering cry, "Ahn!", tore from her lips, her hands flying to his hair not to push him away, but to clutch at it, her fingers tangling in a spasm of conflicting sensations.
The foreplay was a methodical conquest. Every flinch, every choked-back moan was a territory claimed.
The Ding! Ding! Ding! of the Lust Points was a constant, thrilling soundtrack to her unraveling.
He explored the landscape of her tired, athletic body—the curve of her hip, the tight sinews of her inner thigh, all damp and trembling under his hands.
When his fingers finally found the waistband of her shorts and the damp fabric beneath, she froze. "No... not there..." she begged, her voice cracking. But the 'Unwavering Obedience' trait was already taking root, making her protest sound hollow, even to her own ears.
He pushed the fabric aside. His fingers met a startling, tight resistance.
A jolt of pure, undiluted shock and thrill shot through Michael. A virgin? Kaito, the golden boy, had never claimed this? The irony was so rich it was intoxicating.
A dark, victorious smile spread across his face. This wasn't just taking Kaito's girl; this was defiling a prize the idiot was too stupid, or too pure, to take for himself.
"Look at that," Michael breathed, his voice thick with malice and arousal. "All this time, he never planted his flag. He was saving you for me."
The realization broke something in Cindy. A fresh wave of tears, hot and silent, streamed down her temples, mingling with the sweat. It was the final humiliation.
He didn't wait for her to adjust. He was beyond gentleness. With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself inside her, tearing through the fragile barrier.
Cindy's body arched off the bench, a scream ripped from her very soul—"KAI—!" The name was cut short, not by Michael, but by the system's magic. The 'Forbidden Tongue' trait strangled the name in her throat, leaving only a raw, agonized wail. "AAAAH! IT HURTS!"
Ding! [Lust Points +50!] - Virgin Claim Bonus!
The pain was searing, a white-hot brand of violation. But as Michael began to move, a cruel, punishing rhythm, the pain began to mutate.
The potion, the system's magic, and the raw, overwhelming sensory overload began to warp her agony into something else. Her sobs became interspersed with ragged, broken moans.
"Hahnn... ahnhn... no... stop...hnna.." she pleaded, but her hips, against her will, gave a tiny, reflexive jerk.
Then, something new happened. A larger, more ornate screen, framed in what looked like thorny, pink vines, materialized in his vision, overlaying the point notifications.
[ CONGRATULATIONS! ]
[ New System Feature Unlocked: 'Slave Harem'! ]
[ The ultimate tool for building your loyal empire of desire! ]
[ Current Member: Cindy Vance ]
[ Submission Progress: 13% ]
Below Cindy's name, he saw a series of empty slots, each one waiting to be filled with a portrait. The implication was dizzying.
A harem? Michael thought, a wide, greedy grin spreading across his face. This just keeps getting better.
Without a second thought, he focused his will, mentally dragging Cindy's name into the first slot. The system glowed, and a ghostly, ethereal chain seemed to click into place around her name.
Immediately, on Cindy's lower abdomen, just above the line of her discarded shorts, a intricate tattoo began to bloom onto her skin. It was a deep, rosy pink, depicting a stylized succubus tail wrapped around a heart. The mark looked both ancient and deeply erotic, a brand of ownership that seemed to pulse with a faint, magical light.
Cindy gasped, her eyes flying open as she felt the strange, warm sensation on her skin. "W-what did you do to me?!" she cried, trying to push him away again, but her arms felt heavier than before, her will to resist noticeably weaker.
"Just making sure you understand your new place," Michael said, his voice laced with dark amusement. He traced the new tattoo with his finger, and she shuddered, a fresh wave of conflicting sensations overwhelming her.
Ding!
[ Slave Harem Updated! ]
[ Cindy Vance - Submission Progress: 18% ]
[ Trait Applied: 'Forbidden Tongue' - The slave is magically compelled to be unable to reveal any of the master's secrets or misdeeds through word, writing, or implication. ]
[ Trait Applied: 'Unwavering Obedience' - The slave finds it increasingly difficult to disobey direct commands from the master. ]
[ Trait Applied: 'Loyal Flesh' - The slave is physically incapable of acts of infidelity against the master. ]
Michael couldn't help but laugh. It was perfect. She was now his perfect, silent, obedient trophy. All the threats she had made minutes ago were now completely void. She couldn't tell anyone even if she wanted to.
The system, however, wasn't done. A new prompt appeared.
[ The bond strengthens through intimacy! Increase your slave's submission by claiming her once more! ]
Michael's eyes gleamed. The tattoo on Cindy's stomach seemed to glow in response to his excitement, making her look even more like a creature of forbidden desire.
"Your body knows its master," Michael grunted, driving into her, captivated by the sight of her sweat-sheaked, tear-streaked face contorted in a mess of pain and forced pleasure. "Listen to it."
Ding! [Lust Points +25!]
Ding! [Lust Points +30!]
Cindy's world dissolved into a vortex of sensation—the burn between her legs, the chill of the metal bench against her back, the overwhelming heat of his body, and the terrifying, tingling pleasure that was now sparking along her nerves, short-circuiting her brain. Her cries became higher, more desperate. "I... I can't... Ahn! What... what is... HYAAN!"
Her first climax took them both by surprise. It was a violent, unwilling convulsion that racked her entire frame, a scream of pure, ecstatic shame tearing from her lips as the system registered its ultimate victory.
Ding! [Slave Harem Updated!]
[Cindy Vance - Submission Progress: 25%!]
As she lay beneath him, panting and utterly broken, Michael finished with a final, deep thrust, spilling himself inside her with a guttural groan of triumph. He collapsed on her, both of them slick and sticky with sweat and other fluids.
He looked at the new notification, then down at the branded, deflowered girl beneath him. He traced the glowing tattoo again.
"Welcome to the harem, Cindy,"