Byung retreated to his chambers with hurried steps, boots echoing off the stone corridor as his mind raced through a thousand conflicting thoughts. The door slammed shut behind him with a heavy thud, the sound reverberating in the confined space like a final warning. He stood there for a moment, back pressed against the wood, chest heaving as he tried to process what was about to happen. His hand moved instinctively toward his crotch, hesitating mid-reach as a question surfaced: should he empty his balls before this, relieve the pressure to last longer, or would that dull his performance? But the thought dissolved almost immediately—stamina or low libido was something he never experienced, not since he was reborn in this world.
The system hummed in his veins with endless energy, his cock already half-hard despite the anxiety clawing at his thoughts, ready at a moment's notice.
