My cock was still achingly hard, twitching with insistent need. Absentmindedly, I wrapped my hand around it again, stroking slowly as my mind wandered. Don't I have a personal maid in a place like this? Someone to attend to… needs like these? Apparently not. A visit to the nearest brothel might be in order once I stepped outside these walls.
That was when it happened.
A translucent blue panel materialized in the air before my eyes, hovering like a ghostly window.
I froze, but not from shock—only mild curiosity. Of course. I was a reincarnator, after all, and the fragments of my past life had already begun resurfacing. A system awakening felt almost inevitable.
The panel displayed a simple prompt:
[Do you wish to bind the system? Yes / No]
I shrugged, a slow grin spreading across my face. "Why not?" I muttered. "This is about to get a lot more interesting."
I reached out and tapped Yes.
The panel shifted.
[System binding in progress… 1%… 27%… 63%… 98%… 100% Binding complete.]
[Beginner's Gift Package detected. Open?]
Anticipation coiled in my gut. Whatever this was, it felt significant. I tapped Open.
The panel expanded, revealing bold golden text that made my breath catch.
[Traits System Unlocked]
[Trait No. 1: Realm Invincibility] While active, you are utterly invincible against any opponent within the same realm—regardless of heaven-defying treasures, forbidden techniques, or ancient bloodlines. Even if a supreme emperor of legend reincarnated into your realm, you would crush them without effort.
[Major Drawback] Activation dramatically increases mana consumption.
1 minute: 2× consumption
2 minutes: 3× consumption
Continued use risks complete mana depletion and death. Use with extreme caution.
I stared at the words, hand falling limp from my still-throbbing length.
Speechless didn't begin to cover it.
One phrase roared through my mind, triumphant and unrestrained:
Fucking invincible.
I stretched, savoring the lingering vitality thrumming through my limbs, then gathered my scattered clothes and dressed slowly. The fabric felt finer against my skin than anything I remembered from my past life. I stepped out, closing the heavy door behind me.
It was already late afternoon, sunlight slanting through high arrow-slit windows, painting golden bars across the stone corridors. With no particular destination, I wandered, content to explore my mother's fortress and let the layout imprint itself on my mind. Maids and butlers bowed as I passed, murmuring respectful greetings—"Young Master," "My lord"—their voices warm with genuine deference.
Many of the maids were strikingly beautiful: mature, poised, curves accentuated by fitted uniforms. My gaze lingered more than it should have. The thought flashed vivid and unbidden—pinning one against the wall, taking her slowly, relentlessly, until she begged. But reality intruded just as quickly. With my vitality, even a single encounter would almost certainly leave her pregnant, condom or not. A child out of wedlock, tied to the firstborn son of a holy knight and a duke? Scandal. Complication. Disgrace.
I couldn't afford that.
My position was too privileged, too delicate. To my father, I wasn't another political pawn or spare heir; I was the last son he could love openly, without the weight of succession. That was why he showered me with resources and quiet influence. To my mother, I was simply her firstborn—irreplaceable. I had no title to chase, no legacy to fight for, only the obligation to avoid staining either parent's name.
Still, the ache in my groin refused to quiet.
I focused inward and addressed the system directly. Hey, I could use a little help here. Got any traits that might… ease this particular complication?
The blue panel materialized instantly.
[Task Issued: Unlock Trait No. 2 – Absolute Fertility Control]
Objective: Defeat 10,000 opponents of the same realm level within 1 minute.
Failure: No reward.
Success: Trait unlocked.
A second line appeared, almost cheeky:
[Train hard. Then think about pussy.]
I stared, scratched my head, and laughed under my breath. "Fucking ruthless."
I dismissed the panel for now.
As I continued down the corridor, several maids seemed to adjust their postures deliberately—necks lengthening, backs arching, bodices dipping just enough to reveal soft curves and the faint flush of pink nipples. My cock twitched hard against my trousers. I knew exactly what they were doing: angling for favor, security, a child that would bind them to a duke's son and a holy knight's bloodline.
It wasn't desire that surged then—it was irritation. I was not a stepping stone.
Abruptly, I changed direction and strode toward my mother's private wing. Behind me, hurried footsteps and hushed whispers told me the maids had realized their mistake; they trailed at a discreet distance, likely desperate to apologize before I reached her.
I pulled the task panel back up, reread the objective, and accepted it.
[Confirm acceptance of task? Yes / No]
"Yes," I muttered. "Fucking go."
[Confirmation received. Task active.]
A quiet thrill settled in my chest. Ten thousand enemies in one minute? Fine. I'd tear through whatever trial the system threw at me.
And when I came back, the rewards—both the trait and everything it would finally let me enjoy—would be worth it.
A savage determination ignited in my chest as I strode through the corridors.
Once I earned this trait—once I crushed those ten thousand knights in under a minute—I was going to take every last one of these scheming maids. I'd fuck them so thoroughly, so relentlessly, that they'd forget their own names by the time I was done. I swore it on the Mother of Light herself.
They had no idea.
No clue that the young master they whispered about was moments away from facing ten thousand Unawakened Realm, Three-Star Early Stage knights—opponents exactly my equal—and planned to shatter them all in less than sixty seconds, just for the privilege of bedding them without consequence.
If they knew the reason behind my march, they'd be speechless. Utterly struck dumb.
My mind was already racing ahead, strategizing: how to maximize the Realm Invincibility trait, how to conserve mana, how to end the trial in a blur of blood and victory. I barely noticed the hurried footsteps trailing me at a distance.
The maids followed discreetly, keeping to the shadows, no doubt terrified I was heading to report their brazen displays to my mother.
Their hushed voices drifted forward, low enough that they thought I couldn't hear.
Maid No. 1: "Why is the young master walking like that? So much intensity… it looks like he's about to beat the life out of someone."
Maid No. 2: "Beat someone? Please. Look at his hem—those are potion stains. All his combat strength comes from pills and elixirs. I bet he's running to his mother to complain like a spoiled child."
A ripple of snickers followed, soft and conspiratorial.
Maid No. 3: "Even so… if I managed to become his concubine, if I bore his child… wouldn't I rise like a phoenix? Straight to the top."
The others murmured agreement, nodding eagerly in the dim light.
I didn't slow my pace.
Let them talk.
Let them underestimate.
In a few minutes, I'd return a different man—unstoppable, unrestrained, and ready to claim every ounce of pleasure this fortress had to offer.
I reached the heavy oak doors of my mother's private study and paused to adjust my clothes—smoothing the fabric, straightening my collar—until I looked every bit the dutiful son. Only then did I knock: three crisp, measured taps.