My reflection stared back — that perfect noble-devil face, smooth skin glowing, deep black eyes burning with raw hunger. No wonder I looked like this. Father's blood gave me the aristocratic beauty that could make kings jealous. Mother's holy-knight lineage poured insane stamina and vitality into every cell, turning my body into a weapon of pure, endless endurance.
My cock was still brutally hard, veins bulging, the thick head glistening with fresh precum that refused to stop dripping. I wrapped my fist around it again without thinking, stroking slow and rough while my mind raced. *Do I even have a personal maid in this place? Nothing in the half-merged memories. *Fuck it… maybe I should sneak out later, find the nearest brothel and bury this monster in warm, wet—
A glowing blue system panel exploded into existence right in front of my eyes, holographic letters shimmering in the air like living light.
System Awakening Detected
Reincarnator signature confirmed
Do you accept the TRAITS SYSTEM?
[ YES ] [ NO ]
I froze mid-stroke, heart slamming against my ribs. Not surprised — I was a reincarnator, after all, memories still clawing their way in — but the timing… *right now?* While I was naked, leaking, trapped in a holy knight fortress where any second a maid or worse, one of Mother's elite warriors, could kick that locked door open?
My cock gave a violent, frustrated throb in my grip, demanding attention I couldn't give. Sweat trickled down my spine. The panel hovered there, cold and patient, waiting.
I shrugged, voice a rough whisper. "Why the fuck not? This is about to get a lot more fun."
I tapped YES
Loading… 1%
2%
The percentages crawled like torture. My arm kept pumping, hips jerking, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, but the release stayed cruelly out of reach. Every second the system loaded felt like another minute of blue-balled agony.
**98%**
**99%**
**100% — System Online**
**Beginner's Gift Package Received**
**Open?**
My breath caught. Anticipation burned hotter than the ache between my legs. I slammed my finger onto the glowing box.
The panel flared white.
**TRAIT UNLOCKED**
**Trait №1: Absolute Realm Invincibility**
You are completely invincible against any opponent in the same realm.
Heaven-defying treasures? Useless.
Reincarnated supreme emperors? You will beat the living daylights out of them and make them beg.
No one at your level can touch you.
**Major Drawback:**
Activating this trait multiplies mana consumption exponentially.
1 minute = 2× drain
2 minutes = 3× drain
Keep it running too long… and you will die, mana completely sucked dry.
My knees almost buckled.
I stared at the floating words, fist still wrapped around my throbbing, denied cock, the fortress walls suddenly feeling thinner, the distant clang of training swords louder. One single trait — and I was fucking untouchable.
A wild, dangerous grin split my face. My voice came out low, trembling with pure power and raw, unresolved lust.
"…Fucking. Invincible."
But even as the word left my lips, a cold spike of tension drilled into my gut.
Because now I knew the truth: I had the ultimate cheat…
and the second I ever needed to use it, the clock would start ticking toward my own death.
My cock twitched hard in my hand, as if the danger itself had just made me even harder.
The blue panel faded.
I was still naked.
Still trapped.
Still leaking.
And now… terrifyingly, dangerously powerful.
What the hell do I do first?
I stretched my new, perfect body until the muscles sang, then forced myself to pull on the fine silk clothes laid out on a nearby chair. My cock was still rock-hard, thick and angry, refusing to soften even a little. Stuffing that massive, leaking monster into my pants was pure torture — the fabric stretched obscenely, a dark wet spot already forming at the front from the steady drip of precum. Every heartbeat made it throb harder against the confinement.
I opened the heavy door (thank fuck it wasn't locked anymore) and stepped out into the stone corridors of Mother's fortress. Afternoon sunlight slanted through narrow arrow-slit windows. I had nowhere to go, so I just wandered, slacking off, letting my feet carry me deeper into the sprawling holy stronghold while my mind and my dick screamed for release.
Maids and butlers bowed deeply as I passed. "Young Master," they murmured with perfect respect. But the mature, beautiful ones… gods. Full breasts straining against crisp uniforms, hips swaying, eyes lingering just a second too long. I couldn't stop imagining bending them over the nearest table, pounding that insane stamina into their tight, dripping cunts until they screamed. But the thought froze me cold.
What if I knock one up?
With Mother's holy vitality running through my veins, even a condom would be useless. One load and she'd be carrying my child — a bastard born to the Holy Knight's firstborn son. The scandal would rip through both my father's duchy and Mother's knight order like wildfire. I was the special one: Father's last son, the only one he could actually love without political bullshit. Mother's firstborn, the child she took with her when she walked away. One stupid fuck-up and I'd disgrace both of them. Everything I had — money, protection, freedom — would vanish.
Sweat prickled down my back. My cock gave a vicious twitch, soaking more precum into my pants.
"Hey, System," I muttered under my breath while pretending to admire a tapestry. "I'm in a fucking complicated spot here. Any trait that can fix this pussy situation without blowing up my life?"
The blue panel instantly flashed in front of my eyes, invisible to everyone else.
TASK ISSUED
Defeat 10,000 opponents of equal realm within 60 seconds.
Failure = No reward granted.
Train hard, then think about pussy.
Reward: Absolute Fertility Control
(You decide exactly when, where, and if anyone gets pregnant. 100% control.)
I stopped dead in the corridor, speechless. My jaw actually dropped.
"Ten… thousand?" I scratched my head, staring at the floating words like they'd grown teeth. "This system is fucking ruthless…"
I closed the panel with a swipe, heart hammering.
That's when the maids got bolder.
Two of them "accidentally" leaned over a low table right in front of me — blouses dipping low, full breasts spilling forward, the soft pink edges of their nipples flashing in the sunlight for half a heartbeat. Another brushed past so close her hard nipple grazed my arm through the fabric. They knew exactly what they were doing. They wanted the young master's cock. They wanted the status, the money, the power.
My traitor dick surged so hard it hurt, straining painfully against my pants like it was trying to rip free and claim them all. Rage and lust crashed together in my chest.
"Fuck this."
I spun on my heel and stormed straight toward Mother's private quarters, boots echoing like war drums. Behind me I heard panicked whispers and soft footsteps — the maids hurrying after me at a discreet distance, desperate to apologize before I reported them. One wrong word from me and they'd be stripped of rank, maybe worse.
I glanced at the floating task again, jaw clenched.
"Confirmation?" the system asked silently.
I growled under my breath, voice low and feral.
"Yes. Fucking go."
Task Accepted.
Training protocol initializing…
The blue panel vanished.
My cock still throbbed like a war hammer in my pants.
The maids were still trailing me.
Mother's reinforced oak doors loomed at the end of the corridor.
And somewhere deep in the fortress, ten thousand phantom opponents were already waiting for me to slaughter them in under a minute… or stay blue-balled forever.
The tension in my body was unbearable.