Ethan Kane was no longer invisible. Every hallway glance, every whispered rumor, every stolen look proved it. His aura bled dominance, and those who mocked him now bowed in silence.
But dominance demanded more. And the System demanded tribute.
[New Quest: Secure the Fourth.] [Target: Professor Elena Cross – Psychology Department. Reputation: Untouchable. Desired by faculty and students alike.] [Reward: Incubus Domain Expansion – Mental Corruption.]
Selene purred in his ear, her voice sweet and venomous. "Take her mind, Ethan. Take her body. Professors are harder prey, but imagine the scandal, the power. She will be your jewel of corruption."
Ethan smirked, eyes locking on the woman at the front of the lecture hall. Professor Cross was in her thirties, tall, with raven hair, sharp glasses, and a body her conservative suits barely contained. Every male student fantasized about her. Every female envied her poise.
And Ethan was about to break her.
The First Approach
After class, as students trickled out, Ethan lingered. Lila brushed his hand, whispering, "Be careful. She's strict. She could—"
"She'll be mine," he cut in, eyes burning. "And nothing can stop it."
Professor Cross noticed him waiting. "Mr. Kane? Is there a reason you're still here?"
Her voice was calm, authoritative, the tone of someone used to obedience.
Ethan stepped closer, letting his aura swell just enough. The air thickened. Her breath hitched—barely, but enough for him to notice.
"I wanted to ask about… control," he said smoothly. "Specifically… how to dominate a situation when the balance of power feels skewed."
Her brows arched. "Interesting phrasing." She adjusted her glasses. "That's not really coursework, Mr. Kane."
Ethan's smirk deepened. "Maybe not. But it's… personal research."
For a moment, their eyes locked. Something primal flickered behind her professional mask. Then she cleared her throat, standing straighter.
"Fine. Office hours tomorrow. But this better be academic."
As she walked away, Ethan's System chimed.
[Target Hooked. Lust Resonance: 15%.]
Marcus's Retaliation
That night, Ethan escorted Lila back to his dorm, only to find Marcus waiting with three goons.
"Thought you were brave talking shit in front of everyone," Marcus sneered. "Let's see how brave you are when it's just us."
Ethan's grin widened, crimson light flickering in his eyes. "Finally. I was getting bored."
The first thug lunged. Ethan caught his fist mid-swing, bones crunching as he twisted. The man screamed. Another swung a bat—Ethan ducked, slammed an elbow into his ribs, and dropped him like trash.
Marcus roared, charging in himself. His punch connected with Ethan's jaw—hard enough to rattle—but Ethan only smirked, his blood humming with Stage Two strength.
"Is that all, Marcus? I expected more from the so-called king."
Marcus snarled, swinging again, but Ethan caught his fist and kneed him in the gut. Marcus coughed blood, stumbling back.
The System flared.
[Dominance Displayed. Fear Spread +10.]
Marcus wiped his mouth, hatred blazing. "This isn't over, Kane. I'll destroy you."
Ethan leaned close, his whisper lethal. "You already lost. You just haven't admitted it yet."
The Forbidden Office Hour
The next day, Ethan entered Professor Cross's office. She sat behind her desk, glasses perched, papers neatly stacked. But when she looked at him, the air thickened again.
"So. Control," she said, her tone clipped. "Explain."
Ethan leaned forward, resting his hands on her desk. His voice dropped low, intimate. "Control isn't about rules or authority. It's about desire. About making someone crave your command until they give it willingly."
Her breath caught. She masked it with a frown, but her knuckles whitened as she gripped her pen. "That's… hardly appropriate."
Ethan smirked, aura spilling like smoke. His hand brushed hers deliberately. The spark made her shiver.
"Tell me you don't feel it," he whispered.
Her lips parted, eyes flickering with war between duty and forbidden craving. "Mr. Kane—this is—"
Selene's voice slid into his mind. "Push harder. She wants to fall. Show her it's inevitable."
Ethan circled the desk, caging her in against her chair. His fingers brushed her jaw, tilting her face toward him. "Say it, Professor. Say you don't want me."
Her silence was answer enough.
When his lips claimed hers, the dam shattered. She clutched at his shirt, kissing him back with years of repressed hunger. Her glasses fell, her moan muffled against his mouth.
He lifted her onto the desk, papers scattering, her legs wrapping around him desperately.
"Ethan…" she gasped, breathless. "This… this is wrong…"
"It's perfect," he growled, sliding her skirt higher. "You're mine now."
[Crimson Thrall Activated.] [Target Resistance: 60% → 30% → 0%.] [Bond Established: Elena Cross.]
When she finally collapsed against him, flushed and ruined, she whispered brokenly, "I… I can't fight you."
Ethan smirked, kissing her temple. "Good. Never try."
System Update
[Fourth Conquest Secured.] [Reward Unlocked: Mental Corruption – Influence thoughts, manipulate memories.] [Next Mission: Crush Marcus's family empire. Corrupt from within.]
Selene laughed darkly. "Four down, Ethan. Your harem grows, your enemies tremble, and soon the world will kneel. Desire is your weapon—and blood will be your crown."
Ethan Kane looked out the office window, crimson eyes glowing.
Professor Cross lay trembling on the desk behind him. Marcus licked his wounds, plotting revenge. And the System whispered promises of godhood.
The Incubus Overlord was rising.