"Gacha…" Max's heart pounded with excitement. In his entire life, nothing thrilled him more. For him, gacha was a borderline obsession, borderline insanity. If this wasn't a dream, if all of this was real, he wouldn't even mind dying later, so long as he could pull some mystical beauties like that angel… and fuck them.
Lost in his fantasy, he didn't notice the small object that drifted down from the ceiling and landed softly in his lap.
"Now, I know many of you have plenty of questions," the book boomed, loud enough to silence the entire room. The sudden volume snapped Max out of his stupor, and only then did he glance down to see a tiny gacha machine resting on his crotch. It looked like a toy, but something about it felt… connected to him, as if it was already a part of his body.
"But we don't give a fuck if you like it here or not," the book continued. "The rules are simple: participate, or die today. I believe there's not much else to say, other than to show you. Darling, please."
The "darling" was clearly the angel, who nodded and pointed at a man sitting in the front row.
"You. Come here and state your name."
The glowing shackles around the young man's wrists vanished, and he stood, making his way slowly up to the podium. His violet hair caught the light, but his eyes never once left the angel's bare breasts. A very visible bulge tented his pants.
In his hands was a gacha machine—identical to the one in Max's lap.
Max glanced around. Everyone had one.
What's going to happen? Are we actually supposed to pull with this little toy?
He almost laughed at the thought, but with how magical and surreal everything had been so far, he didn't dare voice it. Not anymore.
The angel smiled sweetly at the man glued to her breasts, but to Max, that smile carried something sharp beneath the sugar. Maybe it was just him, but something about her felt… off.
"State your name, extend your hands, and repeat after me," she purred, tilting his chin until his eyes met hers.
The man trembled. A damp patch began to spread across his pants, clearly not from fear.
"Huh? Ah—yes… I'm Dimitri." His face flared crimson, his gaze darting away, yet he still lifted the tiny gacha machine in his palms like an offering to the gods.
"I am just trash of the world, but here I am blessed by luck to be part of the gacha game," the angel intoned, her voice dipping into a sultry moan. "I offer my soul to the goddess of all creatures, for the power to be the strongest. I promise to fight for the academy… and to be a cock slave to my own summons, and only them. Let the pull begin!"
Her hands slid over her breasts as she looked heavenward, thighs pressing together. A sweet, intoxicating scent began to bloom in the air, making every man in the hall lean forward without even realizing it.
Dimitri echoed the words hesitantly, his pride twisting under the humiliation. His instincts screamed to pounce on her, to ravage her until she broke beneath him, but he choked the urge down, forcing himself to finish the vow.
The instant Dimitri's last word left his lips, the toy-sized gacha machine shot into the air, spinning wildly as it swelled in size. Golden gears clicked into place, each one glowing hotter until they blazed like tiny suns.
A deep, resonant—THUNK-THUNK-THUNK—shook the air as three colossal chains burst from the machine, coiling around him like hungry serpents. They slammed into his chest, tearing through flesh and bone. Blood sprayed in fine arcs, misting the angel's skin. She moaned softly, licking a crimson droplet from her lip.
The machine's reels began to spin, faster and faster, symbols blurring into streaks of color. A low hum filled the hall, rising in pitch until it felt like the very air was vibrating inside their skulls.
The chains tightened, lifting him off his feet. His body convulsed, caught between agony and ecstasy, every nerve alight. The reels slowed, one click at a time, until the first slot stopped on a dull bronze A.
The second slowed… and stopped on a silver S.
The last reel spun so slowly it felt like hours. Every man in the hall leaned forward, breath held, hearts pounding with the rhythm of the clacking gears.
DING!
The final reel froze on a golden S, and with a blinding flash, the first two reels morphed—A to S, silver to gold—until all three read SSS in brilliant light.
The angel's smile bloomed into pure lust.
With a deafening—CRASH—the chains shattered into sparks, and Dimitri's shredded body began to knit back together at impossible speed. Skin sealed, bone mended, muscle reformed—all before their eyes. The massive machine shrank into a glowing sphere and sank into his chest like it was fusing with his soul.
"Congratulations," the angel breathed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now… show them what you've won."
Dimitri raised his hand, fingers curling as if to grip an invisible lever. A colossal, spectral gacha machine materialized overhead, its reels as tall as towers. They began to spin, this time scattering showers of golden petals with every rotation.
The first stop—A.
Second—A again.
The final reel clicked past letter after letter… until an S blazed forth in gold. The machine exploded in a shower of stardust, and from the light, ten figures stepped forward.
They were warriors and goddesses both—women with blades, bows, and staves, their armor designed to show off every curve. Breastplates that left underboobs exposed, skirts so short they could barely be called skirts, stockings clinging to sculpted thighs.
One by one, they knelt.
"Thank you for summoning us, Master."
The chorus rang like music through the hall. The silence that followed was thick, electric. In that moment, every man there knew—whatever the cost, they would walk to that stage.