The morning of his discharge had finally come. The paperwork was signed, his clothes folded on the chair, and Donny was waiting outside to escort him back to reality.
But there was one small, glaring problem. The sun.Yukon stared at the shafts of light spilling in through the hospital blinds. His skin prickled just looking at them. He was a vampire now, no two ways about it, and stepping outside meant instant BBQ.
"Fuck… how the hell am I supposed to survive like this?" he muttered.
Ding!
[System Alert: Trial Quest Activated]
[Trial: First Step into the Sun]
[Description: You are weak, Host. A vampire without sunlight resistance is nothing but a nightcrawler. Survive this trial to earn your first protection.]
[Reward: Temporary Anti-Sun Skill (7 days)]
[Failure: Spontaneous combustion. Death.]
Yukon's throat went dry. "Wait, wait, wait., you mean I'll literally catch fire if I fail!?"
As if to mock him, the system displayed a chibi version of him bursting into flames like a matchstick.
"Son of a....fine! Let's do this."
He slowly pushed the blinds open and extended a trembling hand into the beam of light. Heat stabbed into his skin immediately, sharp and merciless.
"AHHH...F*CK...AHHHHHH!"
Ding!
[Trial Complete]
[Reward Unlocked: Anti-Sun Skill Lv.1]
[Duration: 7 days]
Yukon collapsed back into the bed, clutching his hand, but to his shock, the pain was gone. The system's glow wrapped around him like invisible armor. The sun outside no longer felt like death; it was warm, tolerable.
He grinned. "Holy sh*t… I can actually walk outside."
But then another notification appeared.
Ding!
[Warning: Anti-Sun Skill Lv.1 expires in 7 days.]
[Quest Update: To extend your resistance for 30 days, you must smash at least one girl.]
[Reward: Anti-Sun Skill Lv.2 (30 days).]
[Failure: Return to default state - spontaneous combustion in daylight.]
Yukon's jaw dropped. "…So if I don't get laid in a week, I literally fry like bacon?"
The stick-hologram of him reappeared, this time sizzling in a frying pan while a cartoon girl sat on the edge eating eggs.
Yukon buried his face in his hands.
"God damn it. This system is forcing me to get coochie."
He stepped outside. The sunlight washed over his skin, but to his relief, no harm came. No burning flesh, no smoke, just the warmth of a normal morning. The system's gift was working. He could safely walk in the sun like any other human being.
Donny was waiting near the car, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, a grin plastered on his face. But he wasn't alone. Betty, Yukon's aunt, leaned against the driver's side door. Her perfume hit him before her smile did, the same guilty smile he'd known since childhood.
Yukon narrowed his eyes.
"That won't help you, Aunty. Stop it."
Betty's smile disappeared, but she tried to play it off as she slid into the driver's seat. "Come on, boy, you know your aunt's always busy. I called the hospital as soon as I heard....."
"Busy, huh?" Yukon cut in sharply as he got into the back seat. "You mean you were too busy scissoring Tracey to come see me in the hospital?"
Donny's jaw nearly hit the floor. "...What the f*ck did he just say?"
"Mind your language, boy…" Betty snapped, her knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.
"I'm eighteen now," Yukon shot back. "I can talk however the hell I want."
Betty let out a sharp breath through her nose, glaring at him through the rearview mirror. "Did you really have to snitch in front of Donny?"
"Snitch?" Yukon leaned back in the seat, folding his arms. "Nah. That's just the truth. You like pussy as much as I do. Bet if I'd died, you would've been too busy to even make my funeral."
Silence filled the car. Betty's jaw clenched as she focused on the road, not saying another word.
Donny slowly turned in his seat, still stunned. "…Yo, bro, you're insane."
Yukon smirked at him. "So. How's college?"
Donny turned in his seat and shot Yukon a sly grin. He jerked his thumb at Betty, making sure she couldn't see, then curled his left hand into a circle. With his right, he slipped his middle finger through, pumping in and out with exaggerated rhythm.
Yukon rolled his eyes, but the message was clear. Donny had been obsessed with Betty since they were kids. Yukon didn't blame him. Betty was a voluptuous woman, hips full, chest heavy, thighs thick enough to crush a man. Every step she took was a quiet temptation.
***
By the time they reached home, Donny had peeled off with promises about "college goddesses" waiting tomorrow.
Yukon shut himself in his room, bolting the door.
The thirst was worse now. Not just for blood, but for sex. His body pulsed with it, every heartbeat like a drum in his ears. The longer he sat there, the darker his thoughts got. Aunt Betty. The neighbor's daughter. Hell, even a granny… He shook his head violently. No. He couldn't let this thing control him. If he stayed near her too long tonight, he might do something he could never take back.
Thankfully, Betty hadn't come to check on him.
Tomorrow he'd start college. Tomorrow he'd hunt for the right girl to smash. The system demanded it. But just as his body began to relax, his senses flared.
A thick, erotic scent wafted through the air. Sweet, warm, arousing - like perfume mixed with sweat and lust. His head snapped up. His ears twitched.
There, upstairs in Betty's room. At first it was just faint breaths. Then, unmistakably, moans. Wet, needy sounds he had never expected to hear from her.
Yukon's stomach twisted. No way… She's alone tonight. Tracey's not here… so then…
He froze. His aunt wasn't with anyone. She was watching porn.She wasn't watching lesbian porn. It was straight, a man pounding into a woman, loud and raw.
Yukon's lips parted as the sounds filled his sharpened ears. He always knew Betty swung both ways. She had dated men before Tracey, but Tracey was the first woman she'd ever brought home. She'd introduced her as "a friend," but Yukon wasn't fooled.
One of the few perks of being an introvert was you noticed things others didn't. The lingering touches, the late-night giggles, the bedroom door that always locked. Yukon knew they were smashing long before anyone else.
But tonight? Tonight was different.
Over the porn's moans and wet slaps, he caught another sound. One that made his chest tighten and his blood burn hotter.
Aunty Betty's voice.
She was moaning, soft at first, then sharper, more desperate. Her breathing grew uneven. She wasn't just watching. She was touching herself. Maybe her fingers were buried deep, maybe she was riding a dildo. Either way, the image carved itself into Yukon's mind, and it refused to leave.
His hands trembled. His stick pulsed under the sheets, harder than ever.
Ding!
[System Alert: Erection Detected]
[Lust Energy Rising…]
Current Level: 72% (High Arousal)
Warning: At 100% Lust Energy, Host risks entering Blood-Lust Frenzy.
[Stick Growth Detected!]
Previous Size: 8.5 inches
Current Size: 9 inches
Growth Reason: Sustained Arousal + Vampiric Libido Boost
[Reminder: Regular sexual release is essential to maintain system stability.]
"Fuck, I can't take it anymore," Yukon groaned.
He spat on his palms, rubbed them together, then closed his eyes. In the darkness of his mind, Betty's body appeared, her curves spilling, her breasts bouncing, her lips parting with every moan he heard upstairs.
He imagined himself inside her. Her nails dragging across his back. Her voice gasping his name.
His hand wrapped around his stick, pumping hard, working faster the more the fantasy consumed him. His breath grew ragged. His body trembled. Then, he gasped. Heat exploded through him as he came, spraying across his stomach.
"Ah -fuck… Betty…"
The words slipped out as his body tensed, every nerve catching fire. His toes curled, his stomach tightened, then it hit.
He erupted, spurting across his abs and chest, his whole body shuddering as if he'd been struck by lightning.
Ding!
[System Alert: First Solo Release Detected]
Lust Energy Discharged: –65%
[EXP +5]
[Stick points +5]
Stick Growth: 9.2 - 9.3 inches
New Skill Unlocked: [Hand of Salvation] Manual release stabilizes Lust Frenzy (Cooldown: 24 hours).
[Warning: Solo release provides only minimal progression. For true growth, host must engage in live intercourse.]
Yukon lay there panting, sweat dripping down his temple, heart still hammering. His eyes drifted toward the ceiling, where the faint echoes of Betty's moans still leaked through.
"…I'm so fucked," he whispered.