The footsteps multiplied—heavy, purposeful crunches on the dirt. I barely had time to twist against the vines before shadows filled the cave mouth. Three more women stormed in, built like the first one: tall, rippling with muscle, hides barely covering their curves. Their eyes lit up when they saw me, like predators spotting easy prey.
One grabbed my bound ankles, another my wrists. The third barked something sharp, and they hauled me up between them, my body dangling like a caught fish. I thrashed, cursing under my breath, but their grips were iron. They dragged me out into the blinding light.
Sunlight stabbed my eyes—harsh, unrelenting. I blinked through tears, the world coming into focus in patches. A clearing ringed by massive trees, huts of woven branches and mud scattered around. And women. Dozens of them, maybe more, circling a flat stone slab in the center like an altar. They cheered as I was dumped onto it, the cold rock biting into my back. My bound hands were yanked above my head, ankles spread and secured with more vines lashed to stakes in the ground. I was splayed out, exposed, the scrap of hide around my waist the only thing left between me and total humiliation.
The crowd pressed in closer—tanned skin, tribal markings, spears and knives glinting. Their voices rose in a rhythmic chant, guttural and alien. One woman stepped forward, older, with scars crisscrossing her arms like badges. She raised her hands, and the noise died down. She started speaking, words flowing in that same harsh tongue—clicks and growls that meant nothing to me.
I strained to understand, panic rising. What the hell were they planning? Sacrifice? Worse?
Then the system pinged, cool and clinical in my head.
[Kink System Notification]
Language Barrier Detected.
Unlocking Auxiliary Feature: Universal Translation (Passive – Level 1).
Effect: Real-time comprehension of local dialects. Upgradable via DP.
Activated. Proceed.
The words shifted mid-sentence, like a filter snapping into place. Suddenly, I could understand her—clear as English, though her lips still moved in the foreign shapes.
"...and so we welcome this new male to the Crimson Fang Tribe! Rare as he is, we must test his worth. Measure his breeding tool, sort him by strength and size. The strongest huntresses claim the best seed. Begin!"
The crowd erupted in cheers again. My stomach dropped. Breeding tool? Measure?
A younger woman—sharp-featured, with black hair tied in knots—stepped up to the slab. She grinned down at me, eyes raking over my body. "Let's see what the spirits dropped in our laps."
She reached down, fingers rough as she yanked the loincloth away. Cool air hit my skin, and I felt every eye on me—exposed, soft, shriveled from the fear and the drag. My cock lay limp against my thigh, not a twitch.
The woman snorted. "Pathetic. Look at this wilted root. Not even hard for the measuring."
Laughter rippled through the crowd. Another woman leaned in, poking at it with a finger like it was a dead thing. "Wake up, little male. Show us your pride, or you'll be worthless."
They tried—fingers stroking, a hand cupping my balls, even a tongue flicking out for a teasing lick. But embarrassment burned through me, hot and choking. Fear too—these amazon bitches could crush me. My body refused, staying soft, unresponsive. Whispers turned to mocks: "Inferior!" "Weak seed!" "Not fit for the elites!"
The scarred leader nodded, disappointed. "Mark him low. Send to the bottom ranks. Who claims this scrap?"
Silence at first. Then a voice—soft, hesitant—from the back. "I... I'll take him."
The crowd parted, grumbling. A woman pushed through—slimmer than the others, with skin like polished bronze and a few striking strands of blue woven into her dark hair. She looked young, maybe mid-twenties, curves softer but still toned from whatever hell this world demanded. Her eyes met mine for a second—curious, not cruel.
The others sneered. "The impure one? Fitting. No pure huntress wants tainted seed anyway."
"Blue-hair freak," another spat. "Go on, speak up. Or does your cursed blood make you mute too?"
She flushed, opening her mouth to respond, but a rock sailed from the crowd, clipping her shoulder. She winced but stood taller. "I claim him. By tribe right."
More bullying laughs, but the leader waved it off. "Fine. Take your inferior male, Sira. May he at least fill your belly before he breaks."
They untied me roughly, shoving me toward her. I stumbled, catching myself on her arm. She steadied me without a word, leading me away from the jeers toward a smaller hut at the edge of the camp.
As we walked, the system chimed again.
[Kink System Update]
First Skill Unlocked: Eye of Dominance (Level 0).
Effect: Scan targets for basic status, including Dominance Difficulty (measured in stars: 1★ easy prey → 5★ alpha challenge).
Upgradable via DP. Cooldown: None at current level.
Activate mentally on visual contact.
Quest Triggered: Claim Your First Submissive.
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Objective: Dominate Sira (Blue-Haired Outcast – Difficulty: 2★).
Reward: 500 DP + Kink Unlock: Submission Aura (Lv.1).
Hint: Her impurity hides untapped desires. Exploit them.
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I glanced at her—Sira, apparently. Mentally, I triggered the skill.
[Scan Complete]
Target: Sira (Impure Huntress)
Age: 24
Status: Virgin, Low-Rank, Social Outcast
Corruption Value: 0%
Weaknesses: Craves Acceptance, Hidden Submissive Urges
Difficulty: 2★
She caught me staring, cheeks tinting. "What? Planning to run already, weak one?"
I smirked inwardly. Oh, this was going to be fun. The tables were about to turn—hard.