The wagon rattled like bones in a grave. Haruto sat shackled to the wooden bench, wrists raw from iron cuffs, the new collar around his neck heavy and cold. It wasn't just metal—it felt alive, somehow. Every few minutes it tightened slightly, as though reminding him he belonged to someone else now.
Opposite him sat three other boys, all roughly his age, all wearing the same dazed, hollow expressions. One had a fresh split lip. Another kept staring at his trembling hands like they no longer belonged to him. None of them spoke. The only sounds were the creak of axles, the snort of horses, and the occasional barked order from the knights riding escort. Haruto's mind kept replaying the same loop. Aoi's scream. The carriage door slamming. Lord Darius lifting her chin like she was livestock.
And then—worse—the blue window that refused to disappear even when he squeezed his eyes shut.
[Cuck System – Status]
Player: Haruto Tanaka
Level: 1
Class: None
HP: 120/120
MP: 30/30
STR: 8 (+5)
AGI: 7
VIT: 6
INT: 9
LUK: 4
Humiliation Points: 80
Active Buffs:
– Minor Regeneration (Passive): Recover 1 HP every 30 seconds
Pending Rewards: None
He wanted to claw the screen out of his skull.This can't be real. This has to be some sick dream. Any second now I'll wake up in homeroom with Aoi laughing at me for drooling on my desk—The wagon hit a pothole. Pain lanced through his tailbone. Definitely not a dream.
One of the other boys finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper."…You get one too?"Haruto glanced over. The kid—short brown hair, glasses cracked on one lens—tapped his own temple.
"The voice. The window."Haruto nodded once.The boy swallowed. "Mine said… 'NTR Growth System.' Said my sister would—" His voice cracked. "Said the more they use her, the stronger I get."Haruto's stomach twisted.
Another boy, the one with the split lip, laughed bitterly. "Lucky you. Mine just told me I'm cannon fodder. No fancy growth mechanic. Just die fast so the kingdom saves on rations."Silence returned, thicker now.
Haruto stared at his status again. Eighty points. From Aoi's inspection. Whatever that meant. He didn't want to know. He needed to know.
As if responding to the thought, the cold voice returned.
[Stimulation Event Update – Live Feed Unlocked]
[Would you like to view current status of Subject: Aoi Mizuki?]
[Y/N]
Haruto's finger twitched involuntarily toward the floating [Y].
He hated himself for it.But he pressed it anyway. The world blurred. Suddenly he wasn't in the rattling wagon anymore.
He stood—ghostly, invisible—in a lavish stone chamber lit by braziers and hanging lanterns. Velvet drapes. A massive four-poster bed covered in black and crimson silks. And there, in the center—Aoi.
She sat on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together, hands clenched in her lap. Her sailor uniform was gone. Instead she wore a sheer white shift so thin it was almost transparent, the kind of thing that existed only to be removed. Her hair had been brushed until it gleamed, and someone had painted her lips a soft, obscene red.
Lord Darius stood before her, still in half his armor—breastplate removed, shirt open to reveal a chest mapped with scars and muscle. He towered over her like a monument. "You're trembling," he observed, almost gently. "That's good. Fear makes the blood sweeter."
Aoi's voice was small. "Please… I just want to go back. Haruto—"
Darius raised a gauntleted hand. Not to strike—merely to trace the line of her jaw. She flinched anyway. "Your little boy is on his way to die at the front. Best forget his name. In Valdrak, attachments are luxuries for the powerful." He leaned closer. "And you, sweet thing, are about to learn exactly how powerful a man can be."
Haruto screamed—no sound came out. He lunged forward, fists passing harmlessly through Darius like smoke. A spectator. Nothing more. Darius's fingers slid down Aoi's throat, over the collarbone, then hooked the thin strap of her shift and tugged it aside. Pale skin flushed pink under torchlight. Aoi squeezed her eyes shut. Tears slipped free."I won't… I won't enjoy it," she whispered. "I love him."Darius chuckled. "We'll see. "He pushed her back onto the bed.
Haruto's vision swam with red.
[Stimulation Event 2 – First Deflowering – Lord Darius Valdrak]
[Intensity: High]
[Humiliation Multiplier: ×1.8 (First Time Bonus + Emotional Attachment)]
[Points Awarded: 420]
[Level Up! Level 2 → Level 3]
[Stat Points Gained: 6]
[New Skill Unlocked: Pain Conversion (Passive)]
Converts incoming pain into temporary STR boost (max +15 STR for 60 seconds after taking damage)Haruto felt the wagon lurch again as reality snapped back.
He was gasping, drenched in cold sweat. The other boys were staring at him. "You… okay?" the glasses kid asked. Haruto didn't answer. He stared at his hands.They were shaking—but not from fear. From anger. From something darker.
He opened his status again.
Level: 3
STR: 8 (+5) → 14 (+5)
Humiliation Points: 500
Five hundred points. From that. He wanted to throw up again. Instead he laughed—a short, broken sound that made the other boys flinch.
The wagon slowed. Shouted orders outside. The rear gate dropped with a bang."Out, meat!" a knight bellowed. "Single file! Move!"
They were herded into a muddy yard surrounded by wooden palisades and watchtowers. Camp Ironfang. Rows of identical barracks. The smell of sweat, blood, and cook-fires. Men in ragged tunics drilled with wooden spears under the lash of sergeants.
Somewhere distant, a war-horn moaned.A clerk with a ledger and a permanent sneer walked the line, assigning numbers."Tanaka, Haruto. Barracks 7-C. Front-line auxiliary cohort. You'll be issued spear and shield tomorrow. Try not to die on the first march."Haruto said nothing.He was marched off with the others, given a threadbare blanket and a straw pallet in a long, stinking hall filled with snoring men.
No one spoke to the new arrivals. No one looked at them.
Haruto lay on his back, staring at the rafters. The system window hovered above him like a cruel night-light.
[Daily Login Bonus – Day 1]
+50 Humiliation Points
Bonus: Basic Spear Mastery (Lv.1)
He closed his eyes. Sleep didn't come. Instead came the next notification.
[Stimulation Event 3 – Nightly Service – Lord Darius Valdrak]
[Aoi Mizuki has been assigned evening duties]
[Points Awarded: 180]
[Special: Aoi's Resistance – 87% → 79%. Breaking progress tracked.]
Haruto rolled onto his side and pressed his forehead to the cold dirt floor. He pictured Aoi's face—the way she used to smile when he brought her taiyaki after school. The way she'd blush when their fingers brushed on the train home.Now that same girl was—He bit his knuckle until it bled.I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I'm weak. But I'm not staying weak.
He opened his status one last time. Six free stat points from the level-ups. He hesitated—then dumped all six into STR.The change was immediate. Heat flooded his muscles. His arms felt heavier, denser, like steel wrapped in skin. Even the collar around his neck felt a fraction lighter.
[STR: 20 (+5)]
He clenched his fist. Something cracked—either a knuckle or the last of his old self.
Tomorrow they would hand him a spear. Tomorrow he would start killing. And every time Aoi suffered, every time she was used, every time she broke a little more—He would grow stronger. He would climb the ranks. He would reach that golden-filagree bastard.
And when he did…Haruto closed his eyes again. This time, sleep came. But it was not peaceful. In his dreams he saw Aoi crying out—not in pain. In pleasure. And each time she did, a new blue window appeared behind his eyelids.
[Points ++++]
[Level Up]
[Stronger]
[Closer]
He woke before dawn to the sound of a sergeant kicking pallets."Up, maggots! Training in ten!"Haruto rose without complaint.His body felt different. Lighter. Deadlier. He joined the line of recruits marching toward the sparring fields. In the distance, war drums began to beat.
Somewhere far away, in a velvet-draped room, Aoi whispered his name one last time before a calloused hand covered her mouth..And in Haruto's status window, the counter ticked upward again.
[Humiliation Points: 730]
He smiled.It was not a kind smile.