Iron was still kneeling, panting like someone who had just survived a gang assault — led by nature itself.
"Yeah... I'm alive. Somehow. Crazy, hungry, nearly naked, but alive... wait — not nearly. I'm completely naked!"
He raised a trembling hand to wipe off the sweat, blood, and dirt from his face… then he remembered.
The System.
"Fucking system…" he muttered like someone who just realized they joined a game without reading the rules.
A blue screen appeared — as if it had been waiting for that whisper for centuries:
[Welcome back, Iron Misaki!]
[Reminder: You have been granted the "Maximum Lust" System — unstable beta version.]
[Player Level: 1/???]
[Class: Undefined (will be determined by your upcoming actions)]
[1 Skill Point Available]
[Vital Resources:]
• Special Power Points: 0 (used to activate special skills, abilities, or bargain with the System)
• Lust: 100/100 (decreases with use, increases via arousal, temptation, or perverse thoughts)
[Active Sexual Skills:]
• Seductive Touch – Lv.1: Increases seduction chance by 10% upon physical contact.
• Scent of Temptation – Lv.1: Releases pheromones affecting receptive creatures.
• Whisper of Desire – Lv.1: A whispered phrase that emotionally and sexually influences high-instinct targets.
Note: Each of these can be used once for free.
[Active Combat Skills:]
• Survival Surge – Lv.1: When HP drops below 30%, attack power increases by 20% for 10 seconds. (Once every 24 hours)
• Groin Kick – Lv.1: A targeted strike to sensitive areas. (Effective against both males and females depending on weaknesses)
Note: Can be used freely.
[Warning:]
Combat performance is not guaranteed during emotional or sexual situations (depends on Lust level).
Lust above 80 may cause impaired combat focus.
Excessive use of seduction skills may lead to "undesirable or unethical evolutions."
[Caution:]
This System is not designed for mental stability.
Use during emotional bonding or in public bathhouses is highly discouraged.
Iron stared at the floating interface, one eye half-shut, eyelid twitching from exhaustion… or shock… or hunger… maybe all of it at once.
[Class: Undefined (will be determined by your upcoming actions)]
"Undefined? …So I'm just a beta version of a human."
He exhaled slowly, then kept reading.
Lust: 100/100
"Perfect… I'm in a fantasy world, with a lust meter. Exactly what a naked man needs in a field full of ghouls, wolves, and shame."
He lifted his eyes toward Zarah — still bleeding over the wolf's corpse. Her torn chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, her eyes half-dead.
"100 Lust? No wonder… After all that blood, nudity, and... shattered bones... my body still thinks we're in a nightclub."
He smirked faintly — but it never reached his lips.
Laughter was a luxury now.
He stared back at the skills.
"Seductive Touch," "Scent of Temptation," "Whisper of Desire"…
"All names for moves that only worked in my imagination before bed."
But he didn't laugh.
Nothing was funny anymore.
Then his eyes landed on the combat skills…
"Groin Kick – Lv.1"
"…Oh. A middle school-level defense plan."
He muttered while running his hand over his forehead — felt cracked skin, dried blood.
Suddenly, a weight settled in his chest.
Not from pain — from truth.
He was alone now. In an inhuman world. In a half-dead body. With a System built around lust.
"Everything here runs on primal urges. Lust. Blood. Survival."
He looked at his hands. Scratches. Blood. Blades of grass stuck under his nails.
The same hand that gripped the spear. That shoved the ghoul. That… almost touched.
"This isn't a system. It's a knife — and its handle's shoved up my bare ass."
He closed the interface slowly with his eyes, rising with effort.
Then looked at the horizon.
No city. No walls.
Just a heartless plain.
"Alright. Survival here isn't a game.
Not even a wet dream.
The system gives me tools — but it won't save me."
He looked at Zarah.
Still breathing. Still alive.
"If I want to live, I have to choose:
Either become an animal smarter than them…
Or be a crunchy snack on fate's plate."
He tightened his grip on the spear — his first weapon.
Step one? Understand the system.
Tame it… or use it before it tames me.
He walked toward her slowly.
Zarah still lay atop the wolf's corpse — her half-ruined body glistening with sweat, blood, and unnamed fluids.
Her bare chest rose and fell, shoulder punctured and leaking, as if the wound itself refused to let go of her.
Her eyes half-closed, lips parted slightly — breathing like someone surrendering to an ending… or to a beginning worse than death.
He stopped.
Stared at her.
"If I kill her now… no one would know.
Not even that damned system.
One strike… and this burden ends. This risk… this decaying beauty."
He gripped the spear tighter — sweat slipping from his palm.
Raised it above her.
"A clean stab. Quick. Right in the neck. She won't feel a thing."
He stepped closer.
But he didn't strike.
Half a step back.
Bit his lip. Shook his head.
"Do it, coward… It's just a moment."
He moved again.
But this time… his eyes locked onto hers.
One eye opened — slowly.
She looked at him.
No fear. No resistance.
Just one look… calm… submissive.
As if she saw what he intended — and accepted it.
No — maybe even welcomed it.
"Do it..." she said with her eyes, not her mouth.
He froze in place.
Felt his body lean forward.
Wanted to stab her.
Instead, his hand reached out toward her neck — as if to strike — then withdrew.
Then reached again.
But didn't stab.
Touched her neck.
Wet. Warm. Alive.
He felt his body tremble.
Whispered, so low only he could hear it:
"You're not even trying to survive…
Do you know what that does to me?"
He pulled the spear again, raised it — then… paused.
Everything inside him screamed to destroy her.
Everything inside him trembled from it.
Bloodlust collided with raw lust.
And the desire to kill slowly shifted… into something softer.
A finger tracing a wound. A body. A breath that still lived, moaning somewhere between life and erotic death.
"What?… No resistance? No trembling?! Damn it…
Even in death, you're sexy."
He lowered the spear.
Laughed.
Slowly. Then choked on his breath — like his heart was coughing.
"Look at me… who was I? Just a horny loser, lusting after anything that moved…
Now I can't even kill a half-dead ghoul, half-naked, offering me her neck like a gift!"
He sat beside her.
The spear slipped from his hand and fell.
He buried his face in his palms — like someone trying to vanish from himself.
"I'm no hero…
Not even a full monster.
I'm something in between.
A hybrid being — whose lust is bigger than his blade,
and whose conscience… is just fear in disguise."
Zarah moaned — a sound that made the air shiver.
Not just pain. Something raw…
A half-alive, half-sexual gasp from between her lips — mocking both life and death.
He looked at her again, slowly.
Spoke in a hoarse whisper:
"I get you now, System…
You're not here to save me.
You're here to strip me bare."
A new blue notification blinked in the corner of his vision…
He ignored it.
Everything around him was silent… except for her breathing — and the trembling of the discarded spear.
He sat beside her — like someone waiting for something unknown, and not wanting to know it.
Then… in a strange, slow motion…
She tilted her head.
Rested it on his shoulder.
As if saying:
"You didn't kill me…
So let me walk with you."
He froze.
His body — once locked in combat tension — suddenly placed in an intimate frame.
Her warm cheek touched his bare shoulder — smeared with blood, sweat… and her breath played on his skin like a melody.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye…
She hadn't passed out fully.
She was conscious.
She was choosing.
Him?
He didn't breathe.
Didn't move.
Afraid he'd ruin this moment — this thing that didn't belong to battle or survival.
Then…
> [System Notification: "Zarah's affection increased +10%. (Current: 10%)"]
His eyes froze on the floating window.
Stared at it like a slap.
Whispered:
"…A perverted system, just like me."
Then a strange, stupid, embarrassing thought crept in:
This is the first time a girl's ever rested her head on my shoulder…
Then frowned.
No, wait… except that one senile grandma on the train —
When she collapsed on me mumbling her dead husband's name.
He burst into laughter —
A laugh dangerously close to crying.