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"Zane lifted his trembling hand and pointed toward the far end of the village — where the houses were even smaller, even more broken than the ones near the main road."
"They live... over there," he said.
Mike glanced at the direction, a faint frown on his face.
It was barely a place fit for rats, let alone humans.
Still — he couldn't just leave the kid standing here in the middle of the night.
"Alright. Let's go," Mike said simply.
Without waiting, he began walking, Zane hurrying after him, stepping carefully over puddles and broken stones.
They made their way past collapsed fences and rotting carts, past the glint of suspicious eyes watching from the shadows.
Mike kept a steady pace, one hand resting casually near his belt — ready to summon magic again if needed.
Finally, they reached a small crooked house, the roof half-caved in, but a dim light flickering inside.
Zane ran up to the door and pushed it open.
From inside, a woman's tired voice called out in surprise and relief.
Mike stood at a distance, watching.
He said nothing.
There was no point in words.
His job here was done.
Turning on his heel, Mike made his way back through the misty streets, his boots kicking up splashes of mud.
The village around him remained broken and dark.
Nothing had changed.
Except maybe — for one boy who had been spared tonight.
As Mike walked under the ghostly moonlight, he slipped his hand into his pocket again...
feeling the silky stolen treasure hidden there.
Master Elira.
Her scent, her smile — burned into his memory.
Mike's steps quickened.
His heart throbbed with a dark longing.
In a world so rotten, where everything was taken by force —he would take what he desired too.
No matter what.
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After reaching home Mike pushed open the heavy wooden door of the house, the old hinges creaking softly in the silent night.
The familiar smell of dry hay, old wood, and faint smoke from the evening's fire welcomed him.
He paused in the main room, listening.
Nothing.
No voices, no footsteps.
Selene and Althea were both in their own rooms, he could tell — their doors were closed, and no light seeped from beneath them.
He respected their space.
Without a word, he moved quietly across the floor, boots thudding dully against the rough boards.
He didn't want to disturb them.
Tonight felt too strange, too heavy.
Mike reached his own room at the far end of the house, the smallest and plainest one.
He slipped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click.
He sat on the edge of his bed, staring out at the moonlit fields beyond.
Tomorrow was his birthday.
Eighteen.
A man, by the village's law.
But somehow, it didn't feel like a celebration.
Mike lay back on the hard mattress, hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.
Sleep took him slowly, dragging him down into dreams he would never forget.
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In his dream, Mike found himself standing barefoot on cracked earth.
Darkness surrounded him, and a crude iron sword lay heavy in his hand.
The air was thick with the scent of ash and blood.
From the shadows, she emerged —
A devil, more perverse than anything he had ever heard whispered about in the village.
She had four arms, each adorned with cursed bracelets, and four full, heavy breasts that jiggled obscenely with every step.
Her skin was deep crimson, her eyes glowing like embers.
Without a word, the monster attacked.
Mike fought with all the skill he could muster — swinging, dodging, striking —
but she was too fast, too seductive.
Every touch of her hands sent burning pleasure through him, weakening his limbs and clouding his mind.
The devil grinned, wrapping all four arms around him, pulling him into her cursed embrace.
He cried out, struggling uselessly, as her claws tore into his chest.
He collapsed onto the scorched ground, the world fading away.
Before his vision went dark, he heard her voice, like a whisper on the wind:
"You are weak now... but soon, you will become the Master."
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Exactly at midnight, as the village bell faintly rang in the distance,
Mike jolted awake in his dark, cold room.
His body was drenched in sweat.
His breathing came in harsh, ragged gasps.
"What... what in the gods' names was that...?"
He clutched his chest, feeling no wound — only the ghost of pain.
As he sat there, shivering in the night, something impossible happened.
A soft golden light appeared in the air before him, swirling like mist.
It twisted and formed letters — ancient and beautiful — in front of his wide, terrified eyes.
It was no dream.
It was a System.
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[Master System Awakened]
Name: Mike
Title: Master Of Milfs
Level: 1
Experience: 0/100
Skills:
Select 3 Skills to begin your journey.
Quests:
[Tutorial Quest]: Conquer your first target within 24 hours.
Rewards:
+1 Skill Point
Unlock [Pleasure Bond] Skill
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Skill List:
1. Domination Touch (Lv1):
When Mike touches a woman, he plants a whisper of control inside her heart.
The longer he maintains skin contact, the stronger the command becomes.
2. Mind Weave (Lv1):
Mike can slip hidden words and thoughts into the minds of sleeping, drunk, or emotionally broken women.
3. Seduction Aura (Lv1):
Mike exudes an unseen charm, making women feel strangely drawn to him — trusting, desiring, unable to resist.
4. Pleasure Bond (Locked):
After coupling with a woman, he can bind her soul subtly to his, creating loyalty, addiction, and unbreakable lust.
5. Slave Mark (Locked):
A forbidden brand that makes a woman permanently obedient, hidden from all who look at her.
6. Dream Invasion (Lv1):
Mike can step into a woman's dreams, shaping her fears, fantasies, and desires to his will.
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Mike's heart thundered in his chest.
It was like the old legends — the ones where chosen warriors were granted strange "Blessings" by the gods...
but this blessing felt darker.
More wicked.
And far more powerful.
"Choose..."
The word echoed in his mind like a command.
Without a second thought, Mike selected:
Domination Touch
Mind Weave
Dream Invasion
A burning sensation swept through his veins as the System accepted his choice.
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[Skills Acquired!]
Welcome, Master Mike. Your true path begins now.