[Principal Quest – Absolute Obedience]
[Rule: The System is your God now. At any time, a random "Divine Command" will be issued. You must obey instantly and without question obey.]
[Commands may be anything: lewd, cruel, humiliating, or divine. All serve the System's amusement, Intrest and your growth.]
[Penalty for refusal or hesitation: Immediate castration → Forced reincarnation as the most beautiful, immortal, indestructible sissy slave → Thrown into the Endless Orc & Goblin Breeding Pits for all eternity. You will never break, never age, and never be allowed to cum. Ever. ♡]
System notifications continued.
[First-Time Binding Gift Package Opening…]
[Analyzing Host's world… Scanning societal structures, wealth distribution, female desires… Complete!]
[Optimal starter ability calculated…]
DING!!
A golden fanfare exploded in his ears. Confetti that definitely wasn't there before rained from the ceiling and vanished before it hit the floor.
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a Mythical-grade passive skill!]
Skill Name: [Bottomless Treasury of Feminine Desire]
Type: Reality-Altering Wealth Authority
Description: Infinite money in every currency instantly appears in your possession or bank account the exact moment you decide to spend it on a woman.
Restriction: You may never spend even a single cent on yourself or on other men. The skill will instantly shut down if it detects even the slightest selfish intent. Try buying yourself a burger and watch the money evaporate before it leaves your hand.
[System functions unlocked and displayed for Host]
1. Status window → Say or think "Status" for full panel (body stats, skills, harem list, virginity counter, etc.)
2. Inventory → Say "Inventory" for infinite storage ring already bound to your soul. Items received from system or gifts from girls go here.
3. Shop → Literally everything that has ever existed is in here. Skills, pills, toys, artifacts, you name it.
4. Lottery → Fixed entry fee, completely random rewards. 99.999% chance of getting absolutely nothing and feeling like a clown
[Currency for Shop, Lottery & Almost Everything in System: AP (Affection Points) and LP (Love Points)]
[How to earn? Make the girls in your harem like you. A lot. Or love you. Preferably both. Good luck, virgin.]
Axel's mouth opened and closed like a fish drowning in air.
He lifted one trembling finger and poked the floating menu.
He could touch it..
Okey this is real..
Then he tried to swipe it away like an annoying pop-up ad.
Nothing.
He waved both arms like he was trying to shoo a swarm of bees.
Still there.
"Okay. Okay. This is fine. This is just a very detailed, very horny psychotic episode. I probably have a brain tumor. Or I inhaled too much mold from grandpa's murder ball."
He pinched his own cheek. Hard.
"Ow!"
He slapped himself.
"OW!"
He punched his own thigh.
"Mother!"
Still the panels floated there, serene and sparkling, completely unbothered by his mental breakdown.
Axel dragged both hands down his face, stretching his skin until he looked like a melted candle.
He was scared, completely unsure what the hell was happening to him. He had put that thing in his mouth, and now… this. He wasn't just seeing shapes. He was seeing actual words. Clear sentences floating in front of him. He could read them. He could understand them.
Axel stared at the blue, transparent panel hovering in the air, unable to speak. His mind lagged behind everything his eyes were showing him. He needed time. A lot of it. Time to figure out what the fuck was happening, because none of this made sense.
Yeah, he was smart. He wasn't clueless. But this?
This was too much. Too sudden. Too magical And too unreal.
He squeezed his eyes shut
He needed to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
After Ten long minutes
Ten minutes that felt like a lifetime slowly crushing his skullAxel sat on the cold floor with his legs folded awkwardly under him, both hands gripping his head as if he were trying to keep it from exploding. His breathing came out uneven, almost shaky, like someone who had been punched with reality over and over again. His expression was frozen somewhere between disbelief and a very real sense of I'm absolutely fucked.
During these ten minutes, he had forced himself to read every single notification the bizarre… thing… had thrown at him. Every glowing panel. Every line of text that appeared in front of his eyes like floating digital commandments. And because of that, he at least knew what kind of situation he had fallen into.
"Okay," he whispered to the empty air. "Let's… let's review the facts, Axel. Calm, rational review."
Fact one: he had eaten a creepy black ball from his dead grandpa's mug.
Fact two: the ball had melted, turned into vanilla-flavored doom juice, and slid down his throat.
Fact three: he now had a horny, murderous, omnipotent system living in his head that wanted him to bang a hundred virgins in one year and never skip a day of sex or it would castrate his soul and throw it into an orc breeding pit forever.
He exhaled a long, shaky breath that turned into a tiny, broken laugh.
"I'm so fucked."
A situation that was no exaggeration tight. Tight in the suffocating, claustrophobic way, not the lucky jackpot way.
He exhaled a trembling breath.
"Alright… first of all…" he muttered to himself, voice hollow. "Yeah, this isn't a dream." His voice cracked slightly on the word dream, as if a part of him still prayed it was.
"And second… yes, this is real. Absolutely real. Painfully real."
He closed his eyes, counting slowly, but it didn't make him feel any better. He lifted his head and stared at the faintly glowing panel still lingering in the air.
"And third thing… I know exactly what's going on with me right now."
He did. Obviously.
He had read enough novels, webtoons, manga hell, entire forum threads dedicated to fictional cheats to instantly recognize what this was.
A system.
A real, functional, fully operational system.
A thing that was supposed to stay in fiction, where it was fun, harmless, and never came with real consequences. A thing he yelled at protagonists for misusing. A thing that was now latched onto him like a cosmic prank gone wrong.
He should have been happy, right? Anyone else would've been screaming in excitement.
A system appearing out of nowhere?
A dream come true!
A wish every power-fantasy fan had secretly at least once in their life.
But not this system.
Not the one he was staring at now.
His shoulders slumped forward. His stomach churned in fear instead of joy.
Sure, it was technically a dream come true moment. Sure, he loved overpowered protagonists who had cheats. He always wanted one for himself.
But definitely not like this one.
Not with these missions and quests.
Not with these punishments.
Quests?.Dying? Tortured?
"Fuck 100 virgin girls in a year."
His lips twitched violently.
His brain shut down for a second, then rebooted with a hiss.
Missions that forced him? Mandatory obedience to system directives?
"What… the actual… fuck…" he whispered, voice thin.
This wasn't a cheat or blessing. This was a contract to be slave.. And he didn't even get the right to sign the contract.
"Isn't this basically means am a system slave… Now?" he mumbled.
His throat felt dry. His chest tightened.
He had imagined being a free, superpowered protagonist someone who roamed the world unfettered, confident, unstoppable.
Not… whatever this was.
His pulse thumped hard in his ears. Was his life completely screwed now? Was he actually going to die if he failed? Was torture real here? Physical? Psychological?
His breathing grew fast. Panic crawled across his skin like cold insects.
"No, no, no… it's… not that bad…" he told himself suddenly, as if desperately grabbing at a floating log in the middle of a raging ocean.
Out of nowhere, a spark of delusional courage shot through him, and he leaped to his feet with shaky determination.
"It's not being a slave! I'm getting paid, right?" he reasoned with forced enthusiasm. "Unlimited money.. unlimited! Isn't that… a bingo? That's like being an employee, not a slave…"
He tried smiling.
It twitched painfully and fell apart instantly.
His legs wobbled, and he slowly sank down again, again.. Very so slowly.
"But… it's scary," he whispered. "I'm being forced into it…"
He rubbed his arms, feeling cold even though sweat clung to his neck.
He inhaled, exhaled, then muttered again almost pleading with himself:
"No, no, I can do it. It's fine. It's not like I hate sex or anything. And unlimited money… that helps. I can handle this. I can totally handle this. It doesn't sound that hard…"
He pushed himself up again, slower this time, carefully balancing his newfound flimsy motivation.
"I can survive this. It can't be that bad, right?"
His voice cracked at the end of the sentence.
But then
"But what about the system's forced missions? He had to do them… there was no way he could truly be okay with that, right?" He slowly crouched down again, tension pulling at his shoulders. "But… what if I liked it?" The thought slipped out of him as he pushed himself back to his feet, bewildered by his own mind.
"It's a harem system… what if its missions are actually something I'd enjoy?" he muttered, half-convincing, half-terrified. "Hey.. hey, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Maybe I'm just freaking out for no reason…"
He exhaled shakily, trying to force his nerves to settle. Sweat clung to his forehead, and he wiped it away with a trembling hand, attempting.. failing to look relaxed. Just be chill, he told himself. It's just building a harem. Which guy wouldn't want that…?
But then suddenly..
His face froze.
His mind pulled up one memory..
And he started crouching down again, Very very slowly.. crouching all the way down again holding his head.
"Wait… wait…" he whispered, eyes widening in horror. "I have a psychopath girlfriend…"
His body shivered violently, as if someone had poured ice water down his spine.
"She's gonna kill me," he muttered, louder now, voice trembling. "She's actually going to kill me if she even knew I had thoughts about… about other girls…"
His sweat intensified. Thick drops ran down his temples, dripping onto the floor.
"But if I don't do it… the system will kill me… and torture me…"
His breathing spiraled into near hyperventilation.
"Wait… WAIT…" He clutched his head harder looking more depressed.
"I'm gonna die… I'm actually going to die… no, no, no.."
Sweat rolled down his cheeks so quickly it looked like tears.
He wasn't even sure which it was anymore.
In the middle of his panic spiral, a fatal memory flicked through his mind a warning from his grandfather.
'One shouldn't put suspicious-looking stuff in their mouth.'
And suddenly Axel felt an overwhelming surge of regret so heavy he almost collapsed face-first.
"Grandpa was right…" he whimpered. "Grandpa was so right… I shouldn't have put that suspicious shit in my mouth… It's all that thing's fault…"
He curled inward like someone bracing for impact.
"Grandpaaaa… I'm comingggg…" he cried dramatically, voice warbling, sweat-tears dripping freely.
For a moment, he genuinely felt like a man reciting his final words to the sky.
His hands trembled. His breath quivered. His thoughts tangled into one huge mess of fear, denial, desperation, and erratic self-motivation that kept collapsing under its own weight.
The system was real.
The quests were real.
The punishments were real.
His girlfriend's murderous potential was real.
And Axel poor, panicked, sweating, spiraling Axel was trapped in the center of it all, blinking rapidly, trying not to faint or scream or accidentally accept another pop-up quests while mid-breakdown.
His heart pounded against his ribs like a trapped animal.
"I'm dead," he whispered. "I'm actually dead…"
The room spun slightly.
Yet even through the panic, some stubborn flicker of survival instinct kept whispering:
Maybe… maybe you can handle it. Maybe you'll like the missions. Maybe it won't be that bad. Maybe you're getting scared for nothing…
Ding!!
[System Reminder: 5 hours remaining before end of day.]
[Objective: Find someone to fuck with, Host, or you will die.]
[Thank you.]
Ohhh Noooo.. Am So Fucked~
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