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: NoneHe 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.Aoi's PerspectiveThe room spun in a haze of incense and fear. Aoi's heart pounded so hard she thought it might shatter her ribs. The sheer white shift clung to her skin like a second layer of vulnerability, the fabric so thin it offered no warmth, no protection. Her fingers twisted in the hem, knuckles white, as if pulling it down could hide her from the predator in front of her.This isn't happening. This can't be happening. The thought looped in her mind, a desperate mantra. Just hours ago, she was walking with Haruto, teasing him about mochi, feeling the spring breeze on her face. Now... now she was here. In this alien world, stripped of her uniform by silent maids with pitying eyes, bathed in scented oils that made her feel like a sacrifice prepared for the altar.Lord Darius loomed over her, his presence filling the room like smoke. His eyes—cold steel gray—raked over her body, appraising, owning. She wanted to scream, to run, but the collar around her neck pulsed with a subtle magic that sapped her will, making her limbs heavy."You're trembling," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. "That's good. Fear makes the blood sweeter."Aoi forced the words out, her voice trembling but defiant. "Please… I just want to go back. Haruto—"His gauntleted hand rose, and she braced for a slap. But instead, he traced her jaw with surprising gentleness, the metal cool against her feverish skin. She flinched, hating how her body betrayed her with a shiver.Haruto... where are you? Tears burned her eyes. She pictured his face—the shy smile, the way his hair always flopped over one eye. He was probably scared too, thrown into some nightmare camp. But he was strong in his own way. Quietly resilient. He'll come for me. He has to.Darius's fingers trailed lower, over her collarbone, hooking the strap of her shift. He tugged it aside, exposing her to the flickering light. A sob escaped her lips."I won't… I won't enjoy it," she whispered, clinging to the words like a lifeline. "I love him."Darius's chuckle was dark, amused. "We'll see."He pushed her back onto the bed, the silks cool against her back. Aoi squeezed her eyes shut, tears spilling hot down her cheeks. Her mind screamed no, but her body froze under his weight. I'm sorry, Haruto. I'm so sorry. As his hands explored, rough and insistent, she bit her lip to stifle a cry, focusing on memories—the school rooftop where they shared their first kiss, awkward and sweet; the way he'd blush when she called him her hero.But the pain came, sharp and invasive, tearing through her illusions. She gasped, arching involuntarily, her nails digging into the sheets. Darius murmured praises she didn't want to hear, his breath hot on her neck. The world narrowed to sensation—unwanted, overwhelming. A part of her mind detached, floating above it all, whispering This isn't me. This isn't real.Yet as minutes stretched into eternity, a treacherous warmth began to build, unbidden, unwanted. Her body responded despite her will, a betrayal that made fresh tears flow. No... no, I can't... Haruto, forgive me. She hated herself for it, for the soft moan that escaped when Darius found a rhythm that shattered her resistance.When it ended, she lay there, spent and hollow, staring at the canopy above. Darius rose, adjusting his clothes with casual indifference. "You'll learn to crave it, little flower. They all do."He left her alone in the dim light, the door clicking shut like a final nail in her coffin.Aoi curled into a ball, sobbing silently. Haruto... please be okay. Please find me before I forget who I am.Back to Haruto's PerspectiveHaruto'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: 500Five 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.]Aoi's Perspective (Nightly Service)The door creaked open again, and Aoi's stomach dropped. Darius returned, his armor fully shed now, clad only in a loose tunic that did little to hide his imposing frame. The maids had come earlier, cleaning her gently but impersonally, whispering apologies under their breath. "It's the way of things," one had said. "Fight it, and it hurts more."Aoi sat up on the bed, pulling the shift around her like a shield. Her body ached—a dull throb between her legs, bruises forming where his grip had been too tight. But worse was the confusion swirling in her chest. During the act, there had been moments where pain blurred into something else, something her mind recoiled from.I'm not that kind of girl, she told herself fiercely. I love Haruto. This is just... survival.Darius approached with a goblet in hand, offering it to her. "Drink. It eases the nerves."She shook her head, but he pressed it to her lips anyway. The liquid was sweet, spiced—probably laced with something to make her compliant. She swallowed, feeling warmth spread through her limbs, loosening the tension."Good girl," he murmured, sitting beside her. His hand stroked her hair, almost tenderly. "You'll serve me nightly now. Consider it an honor. Not every outworlder catches my eye."Aoi turned her face away. "Why me? There must be others.""Because you're fresh. Untainted by this world's cruelties—yet." His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to meet his gaze. "And breaking the pure ones is the sweetest conquest."He kissed her then, rough and demanding. Aoi's mind screamed resistance, but the drink dulled her edges. Her hands pushed weakly at his chest, but he pinned them above her head with ease. As he stripped the shift away again, exposing her to the cool air, she whispered Haruto's name like a prayer.The second time was different. Less pain, more insistence. Darius took his time, exploring her body with a conqueror's patience, coaxing responses she didn't want to give. A gasp here, a shiver there. Each betrayal of her flesh deepened her despair. Why does it feel... good? No, it's the drug. It's not me.When he entered her again, she bit back a moan, tears streaming. But her hips moved of their own accord, chasing the unwanted pleasure. Darius noticed, grinning triumphantly. "See? Your body knows its place."Aoi closed her eyes, retreating into memories. Haruto's gentle touch, his awkward hugs. Hold on. For him. But as climax built, forced and humiliating, a crack formed in her resolve. The resistance percentage the maids had whispered about—some system of the kingdom's—felt real now. She was slipping.When it ended, Darius left her panting, satisfied. "Tomorrow, you'll beg for it."Alone again, Aoi hugged her knees, rocking slightly. Haruto... I'm changing. Save me before it's too late.Back to Haruto's PerspectiveHaruto 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.Aoi's Perspective (Epilogue to the Night)As dawn crept through the narrow window, Aoi lay awake, staring at the fading embers in the brazier. Her body hummed with aftershocks—aches mingled with a lingering haze from the drink. She touched her lips, swollen from kisses she hadn't wanted, and felt a wave of nausea.What am I becoming? The thought terrified her. In school, she'd been the good girl—the one who studied hard, held Haruto's hand in secret, dreamed of a simple life. Now, in this twisted kingdom, she was "property." A tool for morale. And worse, her traitorous body was adapting.She sat up, wincing, and caught her reflection in a polished shield on the wall. Eyes puffy from crying, hair disheveled, marks blooming on her neck and thighs. Haruto wouldn't recognize me.But deep down, a spark remained. Defiance. I won't break. Not completely. I'll endure—for him. She whispered a vow into the empty room: "I'll find a way out. Or wait for you to come."Yet as sleep finally claimed her, doubts whispered back. What if he sees what I've become? What if he hates me?The collar pulsed, as if agreeing.