I always thought I'd die a hero. Brave, daring, and surrounded by women who sighed whenever I entered a room. Turns out… I was spectacularly, gloriously, catastrophically wrong.
I first saw her in the tavern: long midnight hair that practically demanded attention, eyes sharp enough to cut glass, and a posture that screamed, "Do not underestimate me." Naturally, I decided I would impress her. After all, fate had clearly chosen this moment for me to shine.
"Ah… hello there, m'lady," I said, attempting what I thought was a suave approach. My voice cracked slightly. My hands shook. But confidence is 90% delusion, and I had that in spades.
She looked at me like I was an insect that had wandered into her personal space.
"Do I know you?" Her tone was polite but lethal, the kind of politeness that made you realize your heart might be next to get killed.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. This was my moment.
"Not yet," I said smoothly, flashing what I believed was a dazzling grin. "But I plan to change that. Name's Lynx. And I'm… unforgettable."
She blinked. I'm fairly certain it was disbelief. Or horror. Details are fuzzy.
In my infinite wisdom, I decided to dramatically spin toward her while walking forward, possibly intending to sweep her off her feet. Or maybe just trip over myself in a spectacular display of heroism.
I did not account for the half-empty mug someone had left on the floor.
My foot slipped. Then the other foot slipped. Gravity finally decided to assert itself.
I flailed like a newborn foal learning to walk. Arms windmilled. Legs flailed. My dignity screamed in agony somewhere in midair.
And then, with absolutely perfect comedic timing, I crashed headfirst into a stack of barrels, which toppled over like dominoes and sent me flying into the fountain outside.
The water was freezing, shocking my body into a momentary belief that I might survive.
Then came the fatal element: embarrassment.
Yes. Embarrassment.
Somehow, as I flailed in the fountain like a drowning fish in a slapstick cartoon, my final thought was:
"Well… at least I went out trying to impress a girl."
Darkness claimed me.
When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed. The tavern was gone. The fountain was gone. Even gravity seemed… different.
A voice boomed inside my head.
"Greetings, Vessel of Desire," it said. Sarcasm practically dripping from every syllable.
I sat up abruptly. "Who… are you?!"
"I am the System." A small notification appeared in my vision:
Welcome, Lynx. You are now a candidate to become the God of Desire.
I blinked. The sky shimmered with pink and gold, twisting like liquid fire and soft silk. A faint aura pulsed from my chest. And yes… my pants were still on. Mostly.
"God… of… desire?" I asked, hoping this wasn't a prank.
Every touch fuels your strength. Every climax unlocks new powers. Conquer desire, and ascend.
Great. I died humiliatingly, only to wake in a world where my boner might be a divine power source.
A shadow flitted across the clearing. A figure, tall and imposing, sword resting against her hip, eyes cold and unreadable. She wasn't smiling. She was judging me.
I gulped. "Uh… hey there…" I waved awkwardly. She didn't wave back.
The system purred in my mind.
First Quest: Survive initial observation. Bonus Objective: Flirt convincingly to gain attention points.
"Wait. I have to… flirt… my way out?" I muttered. "I'm already dead, I can't die from embarrassment again…"
The figure moved closer, steps silent but deadly. I noticed her armor glinting under the strange light of this world. Swordswoman vibes: lethal, disciplined, probably hates fools.
I swallowed. "So… uh… do you come here often?"
System Note: +2 Desperation. +5 Clumsy Seduction. Alert: Objective is not optional.
Her eyes narrowed. Something about my awkward grin must have tickled her annoyance. She didn't move yet — which, I decided, was a good sign. Maybe.
I took a deep breath, trying to summon my "charming hero aura." Instead, it came out as a nervous twitch, and I tripped over a rock I didn't see.
System Notification: Congratulations. You have activated Skill: Faceplant Seduction. Effect: Accidentally stumble into women's arms more often.
And stumble I did. Right into her chest.
She gasped. I gasped. My dignity gasped.
"I… uh…" I stammered. "Sorry! That… was… totally intentional."
Her lips twitched. Not a smile. More like a "don't kill me yet" kind of twitch.
The air pulsed, not just with the faint magic of this world, but also with my heart hammering like a drum solo. The System spoke again:
Desire Levels Rising. Touch detected. Virgin Status: Confirmed. Reward: +10 Clumsy Confidence.
I froze. Virgin? Yes. Absolutely. And painfully aware of it.
System Tip: Engage in Flirtation. Objective: Survive first seduction attempt without permanent injury.
I groaned. Survive first seduction? I had just fallen into her chest like an idiot.
She shifted slightly, one hand brushing against my arm. My brain short-circuited.
System: Warning. You may die again. Bonus Objective: Maintain erection. Suggested Action: Panic visibly.
Perfect.
I stumbled back, muttered something about "strategic repositioning," and tried to regain composure. The swordswoman didn't move. She just stared.
And somehow, I felt like I had just unlocked a whole new level of danger.
Because in this world, apparently, desire was a weapon… and I had no idea how to wield it.
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Next chapter: The System officially begins my "training." Apparently, touching and teasing are now skills I must master… or die trying. And somehow, I'll have to survive the gaze of a very judgmental swordswoman while doing it.
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