While Eiron was gasping, half-naked, half-humiliated, he suddenly felt Zara's strong hand close around his neck.
She squeezed.
His throat choked, his eyes bulged, as if life itself had decided to end his adolescent farce all at once.
She was on top of him, almost naked, her taut gray body pressing into his chest, and her hand tightening the choke as if saying: "Enough nonsense, you weak male."
All his fantasies — about dominance, seduction, his legendary sexual skills — shattered beneath her firm fingers.
But amid the suffocation, he noticed something strange.
A look in her eyes.
Something like hesitation… no, guilt.
Then suddenly, she threw him down, as if she spat out the idea of killing him.
Eiron fell on his back, gasping like a fish tossed out of water.
And as he wheezed, he saw Zara pick up her spear.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes burning with raw warning.
Then, in a voice he didn't understand, she growled:
"Grogh... Na Zara!"
But her body, in its motion, said what words didn't:
"That's my spear. Don't touch it."
Eiron, coughing, gasped.
"Seriously?! That's the reason?! You were choking me because I touched your long stick?!"
He coughed, spit out blood mixed with saliva, and laughed with wounded sarcasm.
But inside him, a deeper feeling crept in…
Maybe… she regretted it.
Or maybe… it was a clear warning: he was just a follower, not a partner.
Yet as he lay on the ground, he began to smile.
A slow, crooked smile.
Yes… he got away.
She could've crushed his neck, but she didn't.
And that look?
That hesitation?
It was a spark.
"Just a matter of time," he whispered to himself, his tongue licking blood off his lips.
His eyes slid over her body — firm, tense.
"Yeah… right now I'm the weakest link, the panting dog..."
He inhaled, then chuckled faintly.
"But soon… soon, she'll be screaming my master's name, kneeling under my cock."
It was a twisted, filthy thought — just how he liked it.
And in his mind, he saw himself above her, teaching her a lesson, making up for all this humiliation.
Yes... the future Harem King.
The Ghoulmaster.
All he needed... was time.
And as he lay there, he closed his eyes and whispered to the ether:
"Alright… let's try this."
He opened the skill interface, his eyes gleaming.
[Activate Skill: Scent of Lust — emits special pheromones that stimulate the target female's sexuality.]
He inhaled, then pressed "Activate."
He felt a light warmth spreading from his skin, as if his pores were releasing raw desire.
He looked at Zara…
But she didn't move.
No gasp.
No shiver.
Not even a blink.
She just looked at him like one would observe a bug trying to look scary.
Then...
A notification popped up before his eyes:
[Warning: "Seduction" skills do not affect creatures two levels or more above you.]
[Target: Zara (Level gap: 6 levels)]
[Effectiveness of your skills: 0%]
He froze.
He stared at the window like someone who just got slapped across the testicles.
"Wait… all those plans? All those fantasies about controlling her? Building a harem of ghouls?"
He swallowed — or tried to, as his throat still ached.
"It was… just the delusions of a horny teenager?!"
The system, merciless as always, displayed a new notification:
[Fun Fact: 87% of new players suffer from early sexual dominance delusion.]
[Tip: Go back to working like an obedient dog first.]
Eiron, for the first time, felt his dick shrink from pure humiliation.
But he didn't have time for self-pity — his stomach screamed.
Hunger.
A primal, burning hunger gnawed at his insides.
Zara, who hadn't gone far, turned to him. Her narrow eyes scanned his thin body, then she bent over the wolf's corpse.
She tore open its chest with one hand and plunged her fingers into its rib cage.
Her fingers emerged holding the beast's heart.
Blood still pulsed from it, slowly… one beat… then another.
She raised the heart.
And approached.
She didn't hand it to him immediately.
No.
She came close enough that her hot breath touched his cheek, and blood droplets wet his lips.
Then, before his stunned eyes, she bit the heart. Tore a piece, and slowly — deliberately — chewed.
She looked at him.
Then, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, she pushed the torn piece toward his lips.
Her hand forced his jaw open, feeding him like a rebellious puppy.
Eiron hesitated.
But her gaze allowed no refusal.
Without will, without pride, he bit.
The hot blood burst in his mouth.
It tasted metallic, raw — like life itself vomiting on him.
He chewed. Slowly. Nearly gagging.
He swallowed.
And with each bite, he felt himself dragged to a new low.
A notification appeared:
[New Trait Activated: Primal Follower — Creature "Zara" acknowledges you as part of her pack.]
[Instinctual Bond Channel unlocked: Level 1]
But before he could process, Zara came closer.
She placed her hand on his chest, and pressed her body into him.
Then… slowly, with sickening slowness, she bent down.
Her blood-smeared lips touched his neck.
And there — she sank her fangs.
Deep.
He gasped.
A muffled scream escaped his chest, but he couldn't resist.
Pain? Yes.
But also… a strange shiver.
His body trembled — not only from pain, but from a raw, animalistic sensation, as if her bite opened a channel to a sleeping instinct.
A notification appeared:
[You have been accepted into Zara's Pack]
[Mark: Instinctual Bite — a sign of acceptance and ownership]
[Lust Level Increased: +20]
[Player Level Up: +1]
Eiron, blood streaming down his chest, gasped, his eyes rolling.
Every cell in him trembled between survival and humiliation.
Later, they sat.
Zara in front of him, tearing into raw wolf meat.
And he, half-dead, licking blood off his lips.
They tried to communicate.
With gestures.
Movements.
She pointed at her chest, then the sky, then slammed the ground.
He, the idiot, tried to mimic her — ending up pointing at his testicles by accident.
Zara looked at him.
She sighed.
Then threw a bone at him.
Night fell.
The wind howled across the plain.
And the cold? Bit into his bones so deeply he felt his testicles retreat into his stomach.
Zara, coldly, slit open the dead wolf's belly.
She pointed at it.
He didn't understand.
But the system, as always, was present:
[Tip: Sleeping inside a wolf's entrails provides warmth and masks your scent from wild creatures.]
[Fact: An ancient technique from pre-civilization eras.]
Eiron, pale-faced, stared at the open cavity, steam rising from it.
"Oh god... I'm turning into Tom Cruise in a tragic survival scene."
He swallowed, crawled, and entered.
The warm guts wrapped around his body.
They were sticky.
Hot.
And their smell? A mix of death, rot, and life.
Yet amid it all, he felt something strange.
A kind of comfort.
A kind of...
Return to the womb.
He gasped.
Then laughed.
Laughed madly.
"This is who I am now… Eiron Misaki… the man who began with dreams of sexual dominance, and ended up a pup sleeping in a wolf's belly."
Zara, from a distance, looked at him.
She didn't smile.
But in her eyes, there was a faint light.
Something like...
Acceptance.
And he dozed off.
Yet even as he drifted into sleep, one thought kept scraping his skull like a dirty nail:
He had to level up.
Higher, stronger.
But… slowly.
Patience, as the system said, was the key to his full transformation.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow he had to move.
Find humans.
Any humans.
Because honestly, he wouldn't last long as a primal dog wrapped in wolf intestines.
Then suddenly, he shuddered.
And remembered.
That was… his first kiss.
In his life?
No, in both his lives.
A kiss from a monster, true, full of hot blood remnants — but a kiss nonetheless.
Even the bite he received?
It might've just been a territorial mark, or a beastly instinct...
But in his now-distorted mind, he accepted it as the first "sexual" bite in his record.
He smiled, sinking deeper into the warm guts, like a perverted child returning to the womb.
"Dear god…"
He gasped, choking on half a laugh.
"I'm… literally being reborn."
And the scent of blood… it rocked him like a cruel mother.
And thus...
His first night as a primal ghoul follower began.
No master.
No harem.
Just a slave…
With a bite mark on his neck.
And a strange pulse in a place he didn't want to think about right now.
And somewhere deep in the system, a new notification appeared...
But it vanished before he could read it.
[Character transformation log registered: From "Novice Lust Dominator" to "Perverted Pack Dog"]
[Keep playing to discover more.]