Wake up.
The smell of raw meat.
A throat soaked in dried blood.
Sticky fur on his tongue.
The heat of a body that wasn't his.
He was asleep inside the wolf. Not beside it, not on it... but inside.
Somewhere between the ribs and stomach. Like a fetus shoved in backwards.
"Ah, fuck… fuck everything."
He crawled out, covered in black and slime.
He crawled like he was being born again—except he didn't want this birth.
He looked around.
Zara was sitting on a rock, naked as before.
As if her body didn't know the meaning of cold or modesty.
She was licking blood from her hand, watching him like a cat watches a mouse wake from a coma.
"Great… now I'm her mouse," he muttered to himself.
Then aloud:
"Hey. We need to move. You hear me?"
Zara glanced at him. Didn't answer. Of course she didn't.
She didn't speak his language, and that was the worst part.
She wasn't silent… she was just a page written in a language he couldn't read.
He approached cautiously—not because he feared her, but because he feared himself next to her.
Every shift of her thigh sparked memories.
Every scratch of her nails down her leg dragged him back to the previous night.
He remembered how she forced him to swallow the heart… how his system failed to mock her, and instead granted him a "perk": Primal Follower.
"Oh yeah… primal follower. Her personal dog. Congratulations to me."
He raised his hands, pointed to the horizon, then to the forest they came from, then to his chest, then to the sky.
"Danger. Police. Or military. Or… something. You're running from something, right?"
Zara looked at him. There was something strange in her eyes.
Not entirely animal… but not human either.
A clear feeling: She understands—but she doesn't care.
"I don't plan on dying today, sweetheart. Even if I have to drag you by your hair."
He said it while stepping forward, raising his voice.
Then reached out—not to touch her, but to direct her. A primitive move. Primitive control.
She slowly licked her lips… then stood up.
This wasn't consent. It was something else.
A look somewhere between threat… and play.
She stood before him, slightly taller. Her chest nearly touched his.
Then she whispered something in her own language.
But her breath… was enough to scramble his mind.
"Shit… not the time for this."
He pulled back, grabbed a bloodstained stick, and waved it.
"Come on. Move. Before we become an animal buffet."
Zara followed. Silent.
The air was heavy.
The ground sticky beneath his feet, and the shadows shifted in unsettling shapes.
Zara walked behind him like she didn't need a compass.
Her body swayed with every step, naked, defiant—like she was telling nature: You're the one who should be ashamed, not me.
They didn't exchange a word.
But instinct said: If we keep moving, we'll find something.
Water? Food? Death? It didn't matter.
Hours passed. Or so he thought.
The sky turned from a pale gray to a sickly pink, like it was bleeding out a tasteless sunset.
Then...
The smell of smoke.
He stopped. His nose caught it before his eyes did.
A thin gray thread rose between the trees, soft as a whore's whisper.
"Finally… humans."
He whispered, then ran.
Ignored the nudity, ignored the pain, ran as naked as he was born… because that was literally his state.
Zara followed lazily, as if she already knew how it would end.
He neared the site and crawled through the grass.
The sound came first… whispers, shallow breaths, flesh rubbing against flesh.
Then the scene...
A ragged tent, and five people nearby:
Three sitting around a fire, and two hidden behind a nearby rock—but not well enough.
A woman, naked from the waist down, lying on her stomach, a man on top of her… slapping her thigh violently, his muscles tense, her sounds a mix of moans and drool, her lips whispering words that sounded more like prayer:
"Deeper… yes… don't stop… like you're killing me… like you're gutting me from inside…"
The dim light made their sweat glisten, and the whole moment felt more ritualistic than sexual.
As if they weren't having sex… but opening a gate to their personal hell.
Eron gasped unconsciously.
A wicked shiver crawled up his spine.
The girl turned.
And saw his eyes.
"Shit…"
She screamed, pulled herself out from under the man like a snake shedding its skin.
The man rose, naked, erect, yelling:
"Who's there?! Who the fuck are you?!"
All five gathered quickly.
Their heads turned between him and Zara, who now stood beside him, naked, bloody, licking her finger like she was preparing it to rip something open.
"Wait… I… I wasn't spying! I just saw the smoke!"
He raised his hands, stepped back.
He remembered his nudity. Looked at his body still stained with wolf remains, the pubic hair, the dangling dick, the disgusted stares aimed at him.
"You motherfucker!"
One of them shouted and rushed him with a stick.
But he didn't reach him.
Zara was faster.
She leapt at him, tore his face open with her claws, a blood-curdling scream burst from his mouth.
The others stepped back, one of them began to shake:
"She's… she's a ghoul! A real ghoul!"
The girl who had been having sex pulled out a dagger.
The naked guy grabbed ash from the ground and began chanting in a strange tongue.
"A mage…" Eron muttered, stepping back.
"Of course… because this wasn't insane enough already."
Zara stood before him, displaying her bloody body, fangs bared, eyes glowing.
Screams exploded.
The air filled with ash, panting, fear…
And nudity.
Zara was the first to attack, as if she'd been waiting for an excuse.
She pounced on the nearest one, ripped out his throat like pulling a wine bottle from a bag.
Blood splattered on her body, hot drops ran down her thighs, across her lips, over her rising breasts with every exhale.
Eron didn't hesitate.
His system activated.
[Lust: 100/120]
[Warning: Lust above 80. Combat focus is impaired.]
[Advice: Do not think about Zara's breasts right now.]
"As if I can!" he growled, leaping toward his opponent.
The naked mage had finished chanting.
A fireball the size of a child's head formed in his palm.
"Shit shit shit—"
Eron dashed left, the fire tore through the ground behind him.
The sound of burning trees was like a woman gasping at climax.
[Groin Kick – Lv.1: Activated]
Eron slid across the ground, got under the mage, and with a swift move, raised his leg between the guy's thighs—
Crack
A scream not yet screamed.
The mage froze, eyes bulging, as if time stopped.
Then…
"AAAAAAAAAAHHH MYYYY MOMMMMMM!"
He collapsed like a heap of crushed meat.
[Enemy neutralized – Status: Internal bleeding, nervous collapse, crushed testicles]
"Magic doesn't work against MMA, motherfucker."
He spat beside him.
The dagger girl came from behind, screaming, hair flying, breasts bouncing with every step.
She drove the blade into his shoulder—but he didn't scream.
The heat was higher than the pain.
Seeing her frenzied, post-lust body intoxicated his cells.
[Lust: 108/120]
[Combat focus reduced by 12%]
"Goddamn, I'm weak against bouncing tits…"
But he remembered the system.
With a bloodied fist, he grabbed her neck and turned her toward him.
"Listen, I'm sorry… but this isn't the time for feelings."
And slammed his head into her nose.
She dropped.
The third man with the ruined face came from behind… with a big stick.
But Eron thought fast. Instead of confronting him, he ducked, scooped up ash, and flung it into the man's eyes.
"Here, have some ghoul dust!"
The man screamed, stumbled, lost balance for a moment.
Eron seized the chance, leapt on his back, elbowed him in the back of the head.
Crack
The man dropped face-first, blood dripping from his mouth.
Meanwhile, Zara had finished the fourth… in a way fit only for books of shadows.
She was bleeding from her mouth, but her eyes danced.
The only girl left… naked, was still backing away.
"No… don't kill me… please…"
She curled near the fire, her hair sticky with her lover's blood, lips trembling.
Eron approached, breathing loudly.
His eyes bounced: her eyes… her breasts… her shaking thigh.
He stared for a moment, then smiled slightly.
In his eyes: a cold, teasing glint of mischief.
"System, show me her panel."
It appeared instantly. Transparent and wicked:
Name: Unregistered
Species: Human
Level: 1
Status: Aroused, terrified, submissive
Seduction susceptibility: High – external stimulus active
Suggested spell: [Seductive Touch – Level 1]
[Seductive Touch – Lv.1]:
Increases seduction success chance by 10% with direct touch of eligible targets.
He chuckled, then approached slowly.
She didn't move, didn't scream, didn't run.
Her eyes widened, staring at his body like she couldn't believe what she saw.
"I think you like dangerous men?"
He knelt before her, his hand sliding along her neck, then shoulder.
[Ability activated.]
She gasped.
"Breathe… good. Now, I have a deal."
He whispered near her ear, then bit her earlobe gently.
"I let you live, but… I want something simple in return."
She didn't respond.
His fingers slid to her chest, touching over her torn clothes.
Her gaze changed. It held a hint of melting.
"I want some information… maybe a bit of fun too?"
She lifted her head slowly, as if rising from water.
Then, without a word… crawled to him.
Paused in front of his member, then whispered:
"I'll do anything. Just don't kill me."
And took him in her mouth.
"Ahhh… wait."
His mind shut down.
Is this real? Am I alive? Is this a dream? Is this a system reward?
His hands trembled briefly, then rested on her head.
Oh God… for the first time in my life… a girl is licking my dick!
He closed his eyes.
Mom, Dad, I made it… I've grown… I've succeeded… these are tears of pride, believe me!
He whispered with a half-sigh:
"Keep going… you're doing a national service."
But suddenly, the dreamlike moment shattered.
Footsteps.
Cold.
Zara.
She appeared like justice always does: late, angry, and merciless.
She raised her foot and without hesitation—BOOM!
"Hey! Wait—"
But the head hit the ground.
The girl shivered, then stilled.
Zara dragged the body by the hair like it was filth.
"I was just… testing a new ability," he said sarcastically.
Zara didn't answer.
She turned and walked away.
Eron looked at the body, then at Zara's back, before following her, mumbling:
"Useful test… but a bit expensive."