"Aaah~! Yes… right there… harder… mmm~!"
The wet slap of skin on skin bounced off the walls of the executive office on the top floor.
The wide oak desk groaned under their weight. Folders, reports, and loose papers lay scattered across the carpet.
"Haa… haa… yes… deeper… don't stop now… you want that promotion, don't you?"
Her legs were hooked over his shoulders. White blouse hanging open, black bra shoved up, chest heaving with every thrust. Sweat glued dark strands of hair to her neck. The calm, controlled voice she used in meetings had melted into soft, broken gasps whenever he sank in fully.
"Nn~! Yes… yes… fill me… you're finally doing something right… aaah~!"
Jax kept driving into her, hands clamped on her hips, steady and forceful. Six years of this—of biting back words, staying late, nodding along—had led right here. Every push felt like the last payment on a debt he never should have taken.
The heat coiled tight at the base of his spine.
She squeezed around him deliberately, drawing him deeper.
"Come on… give it to me… just like I promised… haa~!"
He hated how good the grip felt.
Hated the little sigh she let out when he hit deep.
Hated that he was bare inside her, no discussion, only her quiet offer from earlier:
"Do this tonight and the regional manager position is yours next quarter. No more late nights on small jobs. You'll have your own office."
So he kept going, hard and even, betting everything on it.
Because he had nothing else left to bet.
"Aaah—! I'm close… don't pull out…!"
His rhythm faltered. The world shrank to heat and pressure.
He slammed in one final time, burying himself completely.
"—Coming… inside… me…!"
The first heavy spurt hit deep.
She arched off the desk, nails pressing into his back, a long trembling moan spilling out.
"Haaaa~! Yes… yes… all of it…!"
His hips jerked again. Second pulse. Third.
He ground in, letting it all empty into her.
And then—
A sharp, burning stab tore through his chest.
Not pleasure.
Not release.
Pain.
Heavy. Crushing.
His arms gave way.
He dropped forward, still inside her, cheek against her damp shoulder.
She let out a small, satisfied breath at first.
"Already done? Well… at least you finished—"
She went still when his heartbeat thudded wildly against her… then skipped… then stopped for too long.
"Jax?"
Black edges crept into his vision.
Breath wouldn't come.
Regret crashed in like cold water.
My name is Jax Carter.
Thirty-two years old.
Six years in this company.
I used to think hard work would get me somewhere.
I used to believe the late nights and the yes-ma'ams would add up.
I used to tell myself the extra hours were for a future—my own place, maybe a car that didn't stall, maybe a life that didn't feel like drowning.
I was wrong.
I sold every piece of myself for a title on a door.
And now I'm dying on top of a woman who doesn't even know my middle name, still leaking inside her like some final pathetic signature on a contract.
On the floor beside the desk lay the mess of papers they'd swept aside.
A company identity badge glinted under the desk lamp.
Victoria Hall
Chief Executive Officer
The photo showed her in a crisp blazer, hair neat, smile professional—the same woman now trembling beneath him, legs still loosely wrapped around his waist.
"Jax? Jax—get up—!"
His body sagged heavier.
The last weak dribbles slipped out of him even as everything else slipped away.
Victoria's voice turned sharp with panic.
"No—no—someone help—!"
Darkness swallowed him whole.
[Kink System Activated]
Host: Jax Carter
Status: Deceased
Query: Do you want another chance?
Options: [YES] [NO]
Selection: YES (Automatic – Host unable to respond)
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My consciousness came back slowly, my ears were ringing from a distant, guttural howl that rolled through the air like thunder. My head throbbed, heavy and slow, like someone had packed wet clay behind my eyes.
The first thing I saw was rock. Rough stone ceiling, low and uneven, streaked with black soot from old fires. A cave. Not the kind you see in movies with glowing crystals—just damp, cold, smelling of earth and smoke and something animal.
I tried to move. Couldn't.
My wrists were lashed together in front of me, rough vines cutting into the skin. Same with my ankles—bound tight, pulled up so my knees bent. I was on my side, bare except for a scrap of rough hide tied around my waist like a cheap loincloth. The ground was hard-packed dirt, gritty against my cheek.
Panic crawled up my throat. This wasn't a dream. The ache in my chest was gone, but the memory of it lingered, sharp and real. Victoria's face. The badge on the floor. The system voice.
Then I noticed him.
In the far corner of the cave, maybe ten feet away, another guy lay curled up the same way I was. Hands and feet tied. Young—couldn't have been more than eighteen. Skin pale under the dirt, hair matted, wearing nothing but a strip of fur around his hips. His eyes were wide open, staring at nothing, breathing shallow like he was trying not to cry. He looked like he'd been here longer than me. Bruises on his arms. Scratches on his legs.
Before I could even think what to say, a shadow moved at the cave mouth.
A woman stepped in—tall, broad-shouldered, skin tanned dark from sun and wind. She wore a short loincloth of patched hides, nothing else on top except a necklace of curved animal claws that clacked together when she moved. Muscles shifted under her skin like coiled rope. A long knife of chipped stone hung at her hip. Her hair was braided back with strips of leather, and her eyes—hard, scanning—locked on the boy first.
She crossed the cave in three strides, grabbed him by the ankle ties, and dragged him toward the entrance like he weighed nothing. He whimpered, trying to twist away, but she just yanked harder.
She said something—short, guttural words that sounded like growls mixed with clicks. I caught none of it. My brain refused to make sense of the sounds. Foreign. Ancient. Nothing like any language I'd ever heard.
The boy cried out once, sharp and scared, then went limp as she hauled him into the daylight outside.
My stomach twisted. I didn't know what they were going to do to him. I didn't want to guess.
Then the headache hit—sudden, blinding, like someone drove an ice pick through my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, vision swimming. Colors bled. Shapes doubled. I couldn't focus. Couldn't breathe right.
When the pain eased just enough for me to open my eyes again, a translucent panel appeared directly in my field of view.
[Kink System Online]
Host: Jax Carter
Status: Alive – Transmigrated
Current Location: Unnamed Prehistoric Cave – Captive Holding
Dominance Level: 1
Dominance Points: 0
Harem Count: 0
Active Kinks: None Unlocked
Available Commands:
[QUERY STATUS]
[REQUEST TUTORIAL]
[SCAN ENVIRONMENT]
I jerked back—or tried to. The vines held me fast. My heart slammed against my ribs.
The panel stayed locked in place, hovering at eye level, steady and unblinking.
I stared at it, mouth dry.
This was real.
The cave. The boy. The woman with the claw necklace.
And this thing.
Talking to me in clean, emotionless text.
I forced the words out, voice barely a rasp.
"Request tutorial."
The panel updated instantly.
[Tutorial Activated]
System Core: Kink System – Dominance Protocol
Objective: Achieve total dominance in the target world through conquest, corruption, and breeding.
World Parameters:
- Gender Ratio: 100 females : 1 male
- Societal Structure: Matriarchal – females dominate hunting, warfare, leadership
- Male Status: Rare commodity – viewed as weak, fragile, breeding resource
- Host Advantage: Kink System – converts sexual dominance into power, skills, and progression
Core Mechanics:
1. Dominance Points (DP) – Earned via successful domination acts
2. Kink Unlocks – New abilities gained through conquest variety and intensity
3. Corruption Tracking – Measures submission level of targets (0–100%)
4. Breeding Multiplier – Impregnation grants bonus DP and loyalty buffs
Initial Status:
- No active kinks
- No bonded targets
- Survival priority: High
[First Task Assigned]:
Observe current captors. Identify escape or domination opportunity.
Reward on completion: 200 DP + First Kink Unlock
[Tutorial End].
System minimized.
Reactivate with mental command: [STATUS].
The panel faded from view, leaving only the afterimage burned into my mind.
Outside, another howl rose—closer this time. Multiple voices answering. Footsteps crunching toward the cave mouth again.
I tested the vines around my wrists. Tight, but the knot felt rough, uneven. My pulse raced.
Whatever came next, I wasn't dying again today.
Not like this.
Not without turning the tables.