Leech Code was bored of winning.
Another match ended, another victory screen.
The cheers in the chat blurred into white noise.
"Unstoppable! Leech Code takes the finals again!"
He leaned back in his chair, the neon light from his triple monitors staining his pale face. The trophies stacked on his shelf had stopped meaning anything years ago. Beating humans wasn't a challenge anymore—only habit.
A knock.
Then a familiar, teasing voice.
"Bro, you should try my game for once. Maybe you'll finally lose."
His sister stood at the doorway, holding a slim VR visor with the logo NightSun Academy — Goddess Edition blinking on the side.
"Reverse-harem trash," he muttered.
"Exactly. You keep calling everything easy. Prove it."
She tossed the visor onto his desk and left, humming.
Leech stared at it for a long moment, half amused, half curious. The box tagline read:
'Enter the world of Jaigoria, where women rule and devotion defines power.'
"Tch. Sounds like a scam game."
Still, he slipped on the visor.
"Let's see how bad you are, little sister."
He pressed Start.
After 12 hours, he played on that games, suddenly—there was no loading screen.
Just darkness—then heat.
A wind brushed his skin. He smelled rain, not circuitry. When he opened his eyes, a foreign ceiling greeted him: carved marble, chandeliers burning blue fire. He sat up in a silk-draped bed.
"What the—?"
Then a voice echoed in his skull, calm and synthetic:
[Initializing System…]
[Welcome Player: Leech Code]
[New Identity: Leice Grape]
[Bound System: God-Tier Devotion Protocol]
"This feels too real…"
Then, darken turn into small light.
He swung his legs off the bed. The floor was cold stone, not pixels. A mirror reflected a different face—sharp silver eyes, white-ash hair, body lean but athletic. Handsome, almost unreal.
System Interface
At his thought, translucent panels blossomed before him.
Stats
Strength : 100 / 100
Agility : 100 / 100
Stamina : 100 / 100
Charm : 100 / 100
Luck : 100 / 100
Resolve : 100 / 100
Skills – All Unlocked / Customizable
Devotion Points (DP) : ∞
Shop : Active
Storage : Empty
"Everything maxed… infinite DP?"
"Guess I'm the bug now."
He scrolled through Shop: tonics, stimulants, elixirs, artifacts—all tagged 'Devotion-based energy items'. Every description hinted at emotions, bonds, or desire as catalysts.
Leech chuckled.
"So that's how this world works—affection equals power."
The irony amused him. A game designed for dominance by women had just handed him omnipotence.
A door opened.
He turned.
She entered.
Alicia Grape—owner of the Grape Consortium, ruler of one of Jaigoria's five cities. Her beauty was legendary: sharp silver eyes,long white-ash hair.She wears a tight, coffee-brown bodycon dress that clings to her curves like a second skin. It features a single open-shoulder cut, revealing her bare skin and collarbone,thigh-high black transparent stockings with lace trim, curvy hourglass figure with huge breasts, slim waist, wide hips, thick thighs .She looked no older than thirty, though the data streaming from Leech's interface placed her at thirty-five.
She moved with the composure of someone who owned the air itself.
"Leice, you're awake."
"You missed your morning inspection."
Her voice was calm but carried that undertone—command masked as concern. Memories not his own stirred inside him: years of obedience, humiliation, a life under her rule.
He remembered nights when "discipline" meant surrender.
He remembered her smile when he begged for breath.
Those memories weren't Leech's. They belonged to Leice.
But they burned all the same.
"Mother," he said slowly, tasting the word.
"You seem… different."
"You're standing straight."
"Maybe I finally grew a spine."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Watch your tone."
For a heartbeat, silence reigned. Then Leech's grin surfaced—sharp, confident, dangerous.
"No," he said, stepping closer. "You watch yours."
The system flickered in his vision. [Charm + Resolve resonance detected. Power alignment: Dominance Mode.]
The chandelier light dimmed. Alicia's composure cracked, if only for an instant. Something in his presence pressed against her—the aura of a predator once caged.
"Leice, what are you—"
He stopped a breath from her, eyes gleaming silver.
"Taking back control."
Her lips parted, a tremor chasing her words. The tension between them thickened, electric, unspoken. Her gloved hand lifted, hesitated.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."
The world seemed to hold its breath.
---x---x---x---x---x---x---x---x
The narration slows.
Curtains closed.
Only the sound of rain outside filled the silence moan inside the mansion.
Only Leice knew what and how long he will make the Grape's slut goes down.
The sun was already bleeding through the clouds when Leech—now fully merged with Leice—stepped into the grand hall of the Grape estate.
The air reeked of luxury and control.
Alicia lay still on the couch beside the balcony, eyes half-open, expression unreadable. She looked… human for once—hair disheveled, breath shallow, the usual iron in her gaze melted into disbelief.
At the doorway, Leech adjusted his collar, the faintest smirk playing on his lips.
Her eyes flicked toward him. Sharp. Measuring.
"You've changed," she said.
"And not just in posture...more powerful"
Leech didn't answer. He didn't need to. The silence between them said enough.
Alicia's lips curved slightly, that same smile that once ruled every man who dared look at her.
"Interesting."
She set her cup down.
"You're not qualified for the NightSun Academy, you know that. Weaker like you aren't even permitted to apply."
He met her gaze, calm.
"Then let me break you again."
That amused her. For the first time, the queen looked entertained.
"You think power comes from rebellion?"
"No," he said. "Power comes from not asking permission..it will be approve by satisfaction,just like your,mother."
Her laugh was soft, tired, and strangely human.
"Then consider this… an experiment."
She picked up a sleek silver tablet, tapped the screen.
"I'll authorize your entry. You'll join Yvonne in the qualification trials."
Her tone sharpened.
"But remember, Leice—fail, and you're out of this house for good. No name, no protection, no second chance."
Leech bowed slightly, more mockery than respect.
"Sounds fair."
He turned toward the doors.
"Oh, and Leice," Alicia called.
"Whatever… that was, last night—"
He paused.
"—don't think it makes you my equal."
He glanced back just long enough for a smirk.
"Then you should stop trembling when I'm near,and take some medicine again next time,if you afraid getting pregnant."
He waves his hand without looked at Alicia.
"Rest well"
The doors shut behind him.
Outside, the Grape estate loomed under the rising sun, its banners fluttering like the wings of a sleeping beast.
He could see the skyline of NightSun City in the distance, bright with energy and ambition.
"Let's see how far this 'experiment' goes."
He stepped into the hall, leaving only the echo of his boots and the low hum of the system in his ears.
[Devotion Resonance: Stabilized]
[Energy Absorbed — System Fully Synchronized]
He exhaled, feeling the pulse of infinite power settle inside him.
"Jaigoria," he whispered, looking toward the city skyline beyond the glass. "You built a world to cage men."
"Let's see how it breaks when one stops kneeling."