The field was silent.
One moment, the roar of the crowd was like a storm. The next—absolute zero.
Aryan only remembered a sharp, piercing sound. The sound of bones colliding. Then the sky spun, the grass blurred before his eyes, and after that, there was only darkness.
An endless, deep darkness.
[System Initializing...]
[Host's consciousness detected.]
[Physical Status: Critical. Coma. Recovery Mode Active.]
Aryan's mind felt like a locked room. He could hear and feel, but he couldn't move so much as a finger. He was a prisoner within his own body.
The air smelled of phenyl and medicine. A hospital.
"What did the doctor say?" a voice echoed. Velvety, but trembling with anxiety.
It was Kavya, his stepmother.
"They said he is in a coma," another voice replied. This was Riya, his foster sister. "There is swelling in the brain. He might... never wake up."
A heavy silence filled the room. But for Aryan, this silence was louder than noise. He couldn't see them, but his senses had sharpened like a predator's. He could feel their presence.
He felt Kavya approach his bedside.
Kavya... she was no ordinary woman. At thirty-five, her allure could put any supermodel to shame. Due to her pregnancy, her body had become even more curvaceous and seductive. With every breath she took, an intoxicating fragrance wafted toward Aryan, jolting even his numbed mind.
"My poor child," Kavya sobbed.
Pressure hit the mattress. She sat down beside him.
Aryan felt a strange warmth. Kavya's hand was on his forehead, but her other hand rested inadvertently on his chest. Her touch felt like electricity.
There were other women in the room too. His aunt Meera, and sisters-in-law Sonia and Tina. The entire room was saturated with Yin Energy. They were all worried, but beneath that worry lay something else. A strange tension.
"He looks so peaceful," Meera said. There was a peculiar ring to her voice. "Exactly like a sleeping prince."
Meera moved to the other side of the bed. Aryan could feel the heat of their gazes even behind his closed eyelids. They weren't looking at him like a patient, but like a man.
Suddenly, a blue screen flickered in Aryan's dark mind.
[Ding!]
[System Alert: High-level 'Yin' Energy detected.]
[Passive Skill 'Primal Attraction' activated.]
[Overriding body's response system...]
Aryan panicked. What is this? What kind of system?
Outside, Kavya's sobbing stopped. Her eyes fell upon a movement beneath the sheets.
Aryan's body, which had been lifeless until now, was reacting under the system's influence. Beneath the thin hospital sheet, a clear bulge began to form. Despite being in a coma, his masculinity was awakening, as if challenging the Yin energy present in the room.
"Oh my God," Riya gasped. "Mom, look."
Kavya's gaze fixed there. Her eyes held tears, but another emotion was now mixed in. Wonder. And... curiosity.
"Is this... normal?" Sonia whispered. She and her twin sister, Tina, leaned over the bed. Their pregnant bellies brushed against the edge of the mattress. "For a coma patient?"
"I've heard it's a reflex," Meera said softly, her tone carrying less medical logic and more excitement. She moistened her lips with her tongue. "The body's blood... continues to flow."
The atmosphere in the room shifted. Grief was replaced by a heavy, sticky tension. Electricity crackled in the air.
Aryan wanted to scream: I am awake! I can hear you!
But the [System] had him in 'Silent Mode.'
[Energy Absorption initiated. Host requires 'Yin' contact for recovery.]
Kavya's hand moved forward, trembling. The conflict between a mother's affection and a woman's suppressed desires was etched on her face. But she couldn't resist the pull.
"We... we should check if he's hurt anywhere," Meera suggested. The logic was weak, but no woman in the room protested.
Kavya slowly pulled the sheet down.
Breaths hitched.
Aryan, an 18-year-old athlete, lay there with his full strength on display. His body, refined by the system, looked like that of a Greek god. And his state of arousal... it was beyond any normal scale.
"This is..." Riya muttered, her face turning crimson. "It's massive."
The silence broke. Sorrow was replaced by a primal hunger. They were all lonely. Their husbands were either busy or incompetent. And before them lay a perfect man, completely helpless and unaware (or so they thought).
Kavya's fingers hovered in the air. Her heart was pounding. Pregnancy hormones had clouded her reasoning.
"We are just... we are just comforting him," Kavya lied to herself. Her fingers finally touched Aryan's skin.
Touch.
[Ding! Yin contact established.]
[XP +10]
[Recovery Rate: Increased from 0.1% to 1%.]
The system's voice echoed in Aryan's mind. With every touch, he was gaining strength. But this power wasn't free. He had to pay a price—he had to become their toy.
"He's so warm," Sonia said, moving closer as well.
Soon, nine pairs of hands were upon him. Under the guise of checking on him, they were touching him. Caressing him. Boundaries were blurring. What started as a medical check quickly transformed into something else. Forbidden. Deep. And dangerous.
Meera locked the room door. The sound of the "click" sealed Aryan's fate.
"No one will know," Meera said, looking at the others with a predatory glint in her eyes. "We are just... taking care of him."
Aryan looked at the system screen with his mental eyes.
[Mission Update: Rise of the 'Patriarch'.]
[Objective: Maximize Yin energy. Method: Any.]
He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. But as Kavya's hand slid beneath his waist, Aryan realized that his coma was not a curse.
It was going to be his throne.
And these women? They were going to be his queens, whether they knew it yet or not.
"Okay," Kavya said in a shaky voice, her grip tightening on Aryan. "Just for a little while. To help him."
The game had begun.
The lock clicked. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the silent hospital room.
Aryan lay motionless, a statue carved from marble, yet beneath the surface, his mind was a storm of neon blue notifications.
[System Alert: Proximity of High-Tier Yin Entities detected.]
[Passive Skill 'Dormant Dragon' is absorbing ambient desire.]
[XP: +50... +50...]
He could feel the heat radiating from them. Nine women. All related to him by law or bond, none by blood. The air was thick, heavy with a scent that wasn't medicine—it was pheromones.
Kavya, his beautiful stepmother, stood closest. Her hand hovered over the sheet, trembling. The logical part of her brain was screaming to stop, to call a nurse. But the primal part? It was mesmerized by the impossibility of the situation.
"He... he looks like he's in pain," Mira whispered, her voice husky. She leaned in, her gaze fixed on the unnatural tenting of the hospital blanket. "Or maybe he's... full of energy?"
"We should check," Kavya justified, her voice barely a whisper. "The doctor said blood clots are a risk. We need to ensure circulation."
It was a flimsy lie. They all knew it. None of them cared.
With a sharp intake of breath, Kavya pulled the sheet back.
[Ding!]
[Visual Contact Established.]
[Effect: 'Allure' increased by 200%.]
The sight that greeted them silenced the room. Aryan's physique, enhanced by the System during his coma, was flawless. But what drew their eyes wasn't his abs—it was the undeniable proof of his vitality, straining against the thin fabric of his hospital gown.
"Good heavens," Barb, the eldest, fanned herself, her eyes wide. "He is... incredibly gifted."
"Is that even possible?" Riya, his sworn sister, asked. She reached out, her curiosity overriding her shyness. Her fingers grazed the fabric. "It's hard. Like stone."
[Contact Detected: Riya (Sworn Sister).]
[Energy Absorption: Initiated.]
A jolt of electricity ran through Aryan's paralyzed nerves. The System was feeding. Every touch, every lustful gaze was being converted into Genesis Points.
"He needs release," Mira murmured, stepping closer. The tension in the room snapped. The boundaries of morality were dissolving, replaced by a collective, unspoken hunger. "Look at him. The pressure must be agonizing. If we don't help him... it could damage him."
"Help him?" Kavya looked at the other women. She saw no judgment in their eyes, only shared fascination. The pregnancy hormones raging through her body made her skin flush and her reasoning haze.
"We can't just leave him like this," Sonia added, placing a hand on her swollen belly. "It's a medical necessity. We're family. We take care of each other."
The rationalization was complete. They had convinced themselves they were being altruistic.
Kavya nodded slowly. She moved her hand, bypassing the gown, making direct skin-to-skin contact.
[CRITICAL ALERT!]
[Direct Yin Infusion Detected.]
[Class Awakening: The Dual Cultivator.]
Aryan felt a wave of heat that nearly shattered his consciousness. He couldn't move, couldn't protest, couldn't consent. He was trapped in his own body, a silent observer as the women who raised him, who grew up with him, began to cross the line of no return.
"Oh, Aryan," Kavya sighed, her grip tightening. "You've grown so much."
One by one, they crowded the bed. Nine pairs of hands. Exploring. Touching. Claiming.
The medical pretense vanished. This was worship.
"Whatever happens in this room," Mira said, her voice dark and resolute, "stays in this room. He is ours to heal. Ours to... manage."
[System Notification:]
[The 'Harem' Route has been forcibly unlocked by external factors.]
[Current Status: The Silent King.]
[Objective: Endure the ritual. Do not break the seal until Level 5.]
Aryan mentally gritted his teeth. He could feel everything. The softness of their hands, the heat of their bodies pressing against the bed frame, the erratic rhythm of their breathing.
They thought he was a doll. A tool for their satisfaction.
They were wrong.
He was a battery. And they were charging him up to become a God.
"Let's make him feel better," Riya whispered, a wicked glint in her eyes that Aryan had never seen before. "Let's drain all that... excess pressure."
As the first wave of pure pleasure-pain washed over him, the System flashed a final warning.
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