John sat in the gaming chair for a long moment, just staring at the blue screen floating in front of his face. The cursor blinked patiently, waiting for him to start typing. His yellow eyes traced the empty fields, and a slow grin spread across his lips. This was the fun part. The creative part. The part where he got to play god and build something that would serve him, please him, maybe even challenge him in the bedroom.
He cracked his knuckles, leaned forward, and started typing.
Race: non human, he didnt feel like making a new race so he just put that and decided to see what would happen
Name: yuulus
John paused at that one, sounding it out under his breath. "Yoo-luss. Yuulus. Yeah, that works. Sounds like some kind of ancient demon name but cuter."
Physical Design: cute brat
He snickered to himself. Cute brat. That was exactly what he wanted. Someone who would talk back, push his buttons, make him work for it. Someone who wouldn't just roll over and worship him like Marrianetta did, not that he was complaining about Marrianetta. But variety was the spice of life, and John intended to have a very spicy eternity.
Skin Type / Composition: pure white skin
His mind immediately supplied images. Pale, almost glowing white skin, like fresh snow or polished marble. The kind of skin that would look incredible against dark silk sheets, that would show every blush and flush of arousal. He imagined running his hands over that smooth, flawless surface, feeling how soft it would be, how cool at first and then how warm as things heated up.
Height: 4.11ft
John let out a low whistle. "Four foot eleven? Damn. That's tiny." He leaned back in the chair, picturing it. A small, compact body, barely reaching his chest even in this husk form. He could pick Yuulus up with one hand, toss him around, pin him against walls without even trying. The size difference would be insane. He imagined lifting the little brat by those wide hips, holding him up while he thrust into him, watching those white pupils roll back in pleasure. His cock twitched in his pants at the thought.
Body Type: slim slender femboy with an hour glass shape, small 2 inch cock, wide breedable hips and big ass
John's typing slowed down as he got to this part, his breath getting a little heavier. Slim and slender, but with an hourglass shape. That meant a narrow waist that flared out into those wide, breedable hips he was specifying. And a big ass. He emphasized that part, typing it twice in his head before committing it to the field. A big, plush, jiggly ass on a tiny four-foot-eleven frame. The proportions would be absurd, cartoonish almost, but that was exactly what he wanted.
He imagined those hips in his hands, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh while he pounded into that tight little hole from behind. He imagined that big ass bouncing with every thrust, clapping against his thighs, the sound echoing through the room. And a small two-inch cock, tiny and cute, probably leaking and twitching untouched while Yuulus got absolutely wrecked. The thought made John's mouth water.
Tits (Size/Shape): flat chest
He didn't want breasts on this one. Flat chest kept the femboy aesthetic pure, kept the focus on those hips and that ass and that bratty, competitive attitude. He could still pinch little nipples if he wanted, still bite at a flat chest and leave marks. But no distracting mounds getting in the way.
Waist: slim
Already covered in the hourglass shape, but he specified it anyway. A waist so narrow his hands could almost wrap around it completely. He could lift Yuulus by that waist, hold him up like a doll, position him however he wanted.
Hips: fuckable
John grinned at his own bluntness. Fuckable. Not wide or curvaceous or any other polite word. Just fuckable. The kind of hips that begged to be grabbed, that were made for spreading, that would look perfect wrapped around his waist or pressed up against a wall. Hips that existed purely to be held onto while he drilled into that tight little body until it screamed.
Ass (Size/Shape): fuckable
Same energy. An ass that was designed for one thing and one thing only. Big, round, plush, and completely irresistible. The kind of ass that would jiggle for days after a good pounding, that would leave handprints in the flesh, that would make anyone who saw it immediately understand what it was for.
Other Features: white pupils, black sclera, pure white skin, fangs, curly black hair
John added these almost as an afterthought, but the image in his head sharpened considerably. White pupils on black sclera, that would look incredible. Creepy but beautiful, like something out of a gothic anime. The pure white skin he already had, matching the hair? No, curly black hair. So pale skin, dark curly hair, and those stark, striking eyes. And fangs. Little fangs that would poke out when Yuulus got angry or aroused, that would probably try to bite him during hate-fucks. John shivered. Yeah. That was working for him.
Personality: extreamly bratty tsundure who has huge feelings for me, super horny and hate fucks each time he gets, super competitive
John read that back and laughed out loud. Extreme bratty tsundere. That meant constant backtalk, constant defiance, constant "I don't like you, baka" energy while secretly being completely obsessed. Huge feelings for him, but would never admit it. Would probably try to fight him, challenge him, compete with him over everything. And that competition would lead to hate-fucking. Angry, passionate, rough sex where they were both trying to prove something. Every time Yuulus got frustrated or competitive or just needed to blow off steam, he'd jump John's bones and they'd go at it like animals.
John's cock was fully hard now, pressing against his pants. He adjusted himself, groaning softly, and kept typing.
He wrote a short paragraph blending the traits, making sure the system understood exactly what he wanted. "Yuulus is a bratty, competitive tsundere who acts tough and talks back constantly, pretending he doesn't care about me while secretly being completely obsessed and horny all the time. His extreme feelings manifest as aggression and rivalry, leading to passionate hate-fucks whenever he gets frustrated or aroused, which is constantly. He's tiny and cute but has a vicious streak, using his fangs and his bratty attitude to push my buttons because he loves the rough, angry sex that follows."
John read it twice, nodded to himself, and moved on to the powers section.
Immunity to: divine magic, blood magic, human magic, soul targeting magic
That would make Yuulus almost untouchable by most conventional magic users. Divine magic meant nothing to him. Blood magic, soul magic, human magic, all useless. That left only a few niche categories that could affect him, which made him a powerful asset in a fight. But John wasn't really thinking about fights right now. He was thinking about how Yuulus would use those immunities to be even more of a brat, knowing that John couldn't just magically shut him up.
Core Power: John thought for a moment, then typed "Spatial Manipulation." The ability to warp space, create pockets, bend distances, even teleport short distances. It fit with the white/black aesthetic, the otherworldly look. Yuulus could step through space like stepping through a door, appear behind enemies, or trap them in folded space. It was flashy and powerful and very anime.
Secondary Powers: soul siphening
He added that one. Soul siphoning. When Yuulus touched someone, he could drain their soul energy, weakening them and strengthening himself. But there was a catch, a unique mechanic.
Unique Mechanic: anyone he finds ugly and dosnt like, when he touches them they get their soul eaten which increases his primary powers
John grinned at that. So Yuulus's own subjective opinion determined whether someone got their soul drained or not. If he thought they were ugly, if he didn't like them, one touch and they were done. Their soul energy would flow into him, making his spatial manipulation stronger, more refined, more devastating. But if he liked someone, if he found them attractive, the power didn't work. He couldn't kill anyone he was close to or attracted to.
Limitations / Costs: cannot kill anyone he is close too and or finds attractive
That was the balancing factor. Yuulus's powers were useless against people he actually cared about. His bratty exterior might hide genuine affection, but if that affection was there, he couldn't use his soul siphoning on that person. He'd have to rely on his spatial manipulation alone, which was still strong but not the instant win button.
John sat back, reading over everything he'd written. The image of Yuulus was crystal clear now. A tiny, four-foot-eleven femboy with pure white skin, curly black hair, and those striking white-on-black eyes. A bratty, competitive tsundere who was secretly obsessed with John and expressed that obsession through angry, passionate hate-fucks. Someone who could warp space and drain souls, but who couldn't hurt anyone he actually liked.
His cock was painfully hard now. He pressed his palm against it, rubbing through his pants, imagining what it would be like to have Yuulus right here, right now. He imagined the little brat shoving him, yelling at him, picking a fight. He imagined grabbing those wide hips and pinning him against the wall, feeling that big ass squish against him. He imagined Yuulus biting his shoulder with those little fangs, still talking shit even as John pushed inside him, even as that tiny body stretched around him.
"Fuck," John groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He was supposed to be creating a summon, not jerking off in his game room. But the fantasies kept coming.
He imagined Yuulus on his knees, looking up at him with those creepy beautiful eyes, still trying to act tough even while drooling for it. "I don't even want to do this, baka," the little brat would say, even as his hands fumbled with John's pants. "You're just so pathetic I feel sorry for you." And then he'd take John's cock in his mouth, those fangs scraping gently, that tiny throat working to take as much as he could.
John shuddered, hand moving faster. He imagined hate-fucking Yuulus over the back of the gaming chair, those wide hips bruising under his grip, that big ass slamming back against him with every thrust. He imagined the little brat screaming insults even as he came, "Stupid—ahhn—idiot—I hate you—nngh—don't stop!"
He was close, so close, but he forced himself to stop. He pulled his hand away, breathing hard, and stared at the blue screen. Not yet. He could indulge later. First, he needed to finish this.
Rendering Note: The system will fill in minor aesthetic gaps based on the provided inputs.
John took a deep breath, steadying himself. His hand was still shaking slightly, cock still throbbing, but he managed to hit the final confirmation button. The blue screen flashed once, twice, and then a new notification appeared.
"Summon creation in progress. Estimated completion: 30 seconds."
John leaned back in the chair, watching the empty space in the center of the room. The air began to shimmer, to fold in on itself, and he felt that familiar electric tingle of something new coming into existence. His heart pounded. His mouth went dry.
Thirty seconds felt like an eternity.
He imagined Yuulus stepping out of that shimmer, pure white skin glowing, black curls bouncing, those creepy beautiful eyes locking onto his. He imagined the bratty scowl, the immediate insult, the way those wide hips would sway as he walked toward him. He imagined grabbing him, throwing him onto the desk, spreading those legs and—
The shimmer intensified. A shape began to form.
John held his breath.