The interface blinked again.
[Status Window – Partial View]
Host: Alexei (Soul: Alex)
Realm: Mortal (Crippled)
Qi: 0 / 0
Harem Size: 0
Virgin Status: Active (for approximately ten more minutes)
Special Constitution: Dual Cultivation Emperor Veins (Latent)
Note: Your cock is now a divine weapon. Treat it accordingly. Fill wombs. Break minds. Collect sluts. Ascend.
Alex stared at the glowing words.
His breathing turned ragged—not from pain this time.
From something hotter.
He should have been disgusted.
He should have been horrified by the crude, pornographic language the system used.
Instead he felt a dark, greedy smile tugging at cracked lips.
Because the system wasn't lying.
This world didn't care about morality, about fairness, about "deserving" anything.
It cared about strength.
And strength, apparently, came from pounding wet pussy until the girl underneath him forgot her own name and begged to carry his child.
He looked down at his trembling, useless legs.
Then at the erection straining against filthy rags.
Then back at the blue interface.
For the first time since he was maybe twelve years old, Alex felt something close to hope.
Not clean hope.
Not noble hope.
Filthy, selfish, cock-throbbing hope.
He was still in pain.
He was still filthy.
He was still about to be sold at dawn.
But now he had a weapon.
A very hard, very eager weapon.
And the system had just promised him that every time he buried it balls-deep in a screaming, soaking girl, the world would bend a little more in his direction.
Footsteps approached outside—soft, reluctant, splashing through mud.
The door creaked.
A young woman stepped inside carrying a chipped bowl of gray slop.
Red hair plastered to her cheeks by rain.
Cheap dress clinging to full tits and rounded hips.
Expression sour and exhausted.
Lila.
She froze two steps inside the doorway.
Her pupils blew wide.
Her thighs pressed together involuntarily.
Her nipples poked visibly through wet fabric.
The Charm Aura was already working.
Alex's voice came out hoarse, cracked, but edged with something new—something dangerous.
"Lila."
She flinched.
And yet she did not run.
Lila stood frozen in the doorway, rain dripping from the ends of her red hair onto the packed-dirt floor. The chipped wooden bowl in her hands trembled just enough to send little ripples across the thin gray gruel. She had come in here every evening for months—dumped the slop, muttered something cruel or indifferent, and left. Tonight should have been no different.
But tonight her body was betraying her.
Her nipples had stiffened into aching points beneath the soaked hemp dress. The fabric clung obscenely to the full curves of her breasts, outlining every detail. Between her thighs a sudden, shameful rush of heat bloomed; her clit throbbed once, twice, then kept pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Slickness gathered quickly—far too quickly—coating her folds, making her inner lips slide against each other with every tiny shift of her weight.
She hated it.
She hated him.
And yet she couldn't look away from the crippled boy on the straw mat.
Alexei—no, Alex—watched her with eyes that suddenly seemed sharper, hungrier than they had any right to be. The Charm Aura worked silently, mercilessly, turning every breath she took into something erotic.
"Lila," he said again. His voice was still rough, cracked from disuse, but there was a new edge beneath it. Command.
Her knees almost buckled.
"I—I brought your food," she stammered, thrusting the bowl forward like a shield. A few drops of gruel sloshed over the rim and splattered onto the floor.
"Put it down."
She obeyed before she could think why. The bowl clattered onto the crate beside the lamp. Her hands were shaking so badly she nearly knocked the oil lamp over.
Alex pushed himself up on trembling arms. Even that small movement made his legs scream, but he ignored it. The system had promised him a way out. All he had to do was claim her.
"Come here."
Lila's lips parted. A protest formed—something about how he was trash, how he was nothing, how she would never—but the words died when another wave of heat rolled through her core. Her pussy clenched on nothing. She felt embarrassingly empty.
One step.
Another.
Then she was standing over him.
He reached up. His fingers—scarred, trembling—closed around her wrist and pulled.
She fell forward with a startled cry, landing astride his hips. The hard length of his cock pressed up against her through the thin layers of cloth. She gasped at the contact. He was thick. Far thicker than she had ever imagined a cripple could be. The heat of him burned through her dress and into her soaked cunt.
"You—" she started.
He didn't let her finish.
His other hand slid behind her neck and pulled her mouth down to his.
The kiss was clumsy at first—neither of them had much experience—but hunger made it fierce. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting rain and salt and the faint bitterness of the gruel she'd eaten earlier. Lila moaned into his mouth despite herself. Her hips rocked once, grinding her dripping slit along the underside of his shaft.
When he broke the kiss she was panting, cheeks flushed dark red.
"Take it off," he ordered.
Her hands moved before her mind could catch up. She yanked the sodden dress over her head in one rough motion. Full, pale breasts bounced free; large pink nipples stood painfully erect. A faint scattering of freckles dusted the tops of her tits and trailed down between them.
Alex stared like a starving man.
He cupped both breasts, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks. Lila whimpered. When he pinched—hard—she arched and cried out.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You're perfect."
"Shut up," she hissed, but there was no venom left in it. Only need.
He tugged her forward until one breast hovered over his mouth. He latched on without hesitation—sucking hard, tongue flicking the nipple, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Lila's fingers dug into his shoulders. Her hips rolled again, smearing her slickness across his cock.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same rough treatment. By the time he pulled back both nipples were swollen, glistening with his spit, dark red from suction.
"Turn around," he said. "I want to see your ass while you ride me."
Lila's face flamed, but she obeyed. She shifted awkwardly, straddling him reverse so her back faced him. Her round ass hovered above his lap. The dress was long gone; only a pair of threadbare undergarments remained—already soaked through.
Alex hooked two fingers under the waistband and yanked them down. The fabric tore slightly. He didn't care. Her bare pussy was revealed—plump outer lips flushed dark pink, inner folds glistening, clit swollen and peeking from its hood. A thin string of arousal stretched and broke as she moved.
He groaned at the sight.
"Spread yourself."