The next day, Yukon got off the bus with Donny in front of Theodore Hunters College.
He didn't even notice when the bus screeched to a stop. Yesterday's events were still raw in his mind. How could he have jerked off to his aunt? Just thinking about it made bile rise in his throat. He felt disgusted with himself. There was no recovering from that kind of sin.
He had failed to suppress his sexual desire, but somehow, by sheer will, he had managed to control the bloodlust. He still felt it now, simmering under the surface like a second heartbeat, but it was manageable. For now.
A sharp jab in his ribs brought him crashing back to reality.
"So what do you think?" Donny was saying.
"Huh?" Yukon blinked.
"The female talent, my boy. Ain't you seeing what I'm seeing?"
And indeed, he saw.
Petite blondes, curvy brunettes, busty thick-thighed goddesses. Even slim, toned redheads that looked like they'd stepped right out of an anime. Every direction his eyes turned, there was another fantasy walking in tight jeans or a skirt too short for decency.
But that wasn't the shocking part.
Yukon's eyes flickered over the girl stepping off the bus last. Immediately, numbers and details filled his mind as if stamped there by instinct:
[Scan Complete]
Measurements: 34D-25-32
Weight: 110 lbs (50 kg)
Body: Average Build, Natural Breasts
Fertility Index: High
Compatibility: 4 stars
Body Count: 2
Yukon's throat went dry. His eyes darted to another girl. The same thing happened, height, weight, bust size, hip ratio, all revealed in an instant. He wasn't just looking at them. He was evaluating them.
"What the fuck is this superpower?" he thought, his heart racing. "Blessing… or curse?"
Donny nudged him with a smirk. "Bro, you're staring like a starving lion. Chill."
Yukon forced himself to look away.
.....
The campus itself loomed over them. Theodore College wasn't just prestigious, it was legendary. Founded in the name of Theodore Griffith, one of the hunters who helped humanity survive the early waves of dungeon beasts, the academy had grown into the heart of hunter culture.
It was a school where the awakened trained to become hunters, yes. But it wasn't exclusive. High academic scores could land a spot for those who lacked powers. Students could study hunter-related courses, management, logistics, marketing, even healing support.
That's where Donny and Yukon came in. Two self-proclaimed nerds who had scored high enough to earn entrance. Their course:
Hunter Systems & Management: a hybrid of business administration and applied hunter operations. The kind of major that prepared you to run a hunter guild, manage dungeon expeditions, or act as field strategists.
It was a dream path for a normal human. A safe way to stay close to the action without ever having to risk your neck in the dungeons.
But now… Yukon wasn't normal.
He had awakened. But not like the others. Not like the proud, sword-swinging hunters who carved their names into history. No, his awakening was tied to his darkest, most degenerate impulses.
And he wasn't sure if that made him a hunter… or a monster.
The crowd went insane the moment the pink Luxom sports car slid into the parking lot, its engine humming like a beast caged in metal. Boys shouted, phones raised, flashes sparking.
"What's their deal?" Yukon asked.
Donny smirked, squeezing his shoulder. "Wait and see…"
The butterfly doors lifted, and out stepped a goddess. Her hair was a waterfall of raven silk that caught the sunlight, cascading down her back like midnight fire. She wore a cropped crimson leather jacket zipped only halfway, showing a scandalous amount of cleavage and toned abs. Beneath it, a sheer black bralette strained against her full breasts, nipples just shy of visible. Her shorts were practically nonexistent, ripped denim clinging to the curve of her hips and ass, long smooth legs gleaming under the sun. Thigh-high boots finished the look, making her taller, deadlier, like something off the cover of a forbidden magazine.
Every sway of her hips was hypnotic. Every glance she didn't give was torture.
The crowd roared...
"Ms Helena!"
"Look here, Helena!"
"Step on me, Helena!"
Unbothered, she slid on oversized designer shades and kept walking, her perfume trailing like smoke. She passed so close to Yukon and Donny he swore he felt the heat off her thighs. His throat went dry.
[Scan Complete]
Name: Helena Veyra
Measurements: 36DD-24-38
Weight: 125 lbs (57 kg)
Body: Voluptuous, Peak Physical Condition
Fertility Index: Very High
Compatibility:5 star (Perfect Match)
Body Count: 12
Status: Top 10 Student (Rank #7)
Warning: Host lacks sufficient Level to attempt seduction.
"Damn… who the fuck was that?" Yukon finally whispered, his body still buzzing.
"That, my boy, was Helena. Apprentice under the Red Beast Guild," Donny explained. "She's in the top ten."
"Top ten? What top ten?"
Donny grinned. "There's a ranking system for hunter trainees. Only the best two hundred get listed. And Helena's not just on it, she's near the very top."
"Damn," Yukon muttered, eyes still glued to the doors she disappeared through. "She's a ten in the top ten."
Donny chuckled. "A body like that could make me bust a nut before even touching her."
But Yukon's voice dropped low, a dangerous vow only he could hear:
"I'm gonna fuck her. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I'll fuck her."
Donny burst out laughing, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Bruv, when I said a ten, I didn't mean Helena. She wouldn't even look at you twice."
"Come on, let's hit reception."
They headed to the administration block to check in for classes. The lectures were brief but not lacking in female talent. Mrs. Alveria lectured with the slow, practiced sway of someone who knew every eye in the room would follow her. She was a walking ad: glossy lip fillers, a fake butt that shook every time she turned, tight skirt that left little to the imagination. Yukon spent the hour picturing escape routes and opportunities. By the time class ended, his thoughts were all hunting plans.
After school he had to work his night shift at the vet shop. The rain had come down hard on the walk over. At the shop it was just the two of them on duty, him and Jessie. She wasn't stunning; she wasn't even pretty. A soft, chubby four, a little round, glasses slipping down her nose. Yukon found her asleep on the reception couch when he walked in.
"You're late," she murmured as she woke, taking in his wet hair. "You're soaked. Take off your shirt, I'll give you my coat."
"Ah… yeah, I appreciate that," Yukon said, tugging his dripping shirt over his head. When he turned, Jessie was staring. Not politely, hungrily. Her glasses flashed; she bit her lower lip.
"When did you get those?" she asked, eyes fixed on the transformation of his torso.
"Ugh, been hitting the gym," he lied, accepting the coat. "Give me a second, I'll be back."
He ducked into the bathroom, glancing once over his shoulder to see her still watching. The second the door closed, his nose caught an erotic, warm scent, close and unmistakable, Jessie. Heat pooled low and his jeans tightened.
His hand went to his pants before he could talk himself out of it.
Ding!
[System Alert: Erection Detected]
[Lust Energy Rising…]
Current Level: 75% (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.]
He ground his teeth. "Shit… not now."
That was right, his cooldown had ended. He was back to square one.
"What should I do?" Yukon thought. "Should I jerk off again? No. I won't do it again. I've got to fuck a girl today. No more excuses. Can I seduce Jessie? She's never seemed attracted to me before, but the way she looked at me tonight was different. She's only a four, but nothing unfuckable. And she's horny, just like me."
Right there, he made his decision. He was going to lose his virginity.
Yukon walked back into the reception, eyes burning with hunger. Jessie stood with her back to him, staring at a framed dog portrait on the wall.
He slid his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her into him. His hardened length pressed against the curve of her ass through her skirt. She froze but didn't pull away. She knew it was him.
"W-what are you doing?" she asked, her voice soft but trembling, more wanting than afraid.
Yukon didn't need to guess, he could feel her heartbeat through the System's strange new sense.
[Heartbeat Scan: Target Jessie Reed]
Resting BPM: 84
Current BPM: 146 (Excitement: Arousal Spike Detected)
Her pulse thundered against his arms, betraying what her words tried to hide.
He lowered his lips to her ear and whispered, voice husky with need.
"I wanna fuck you, Jessie. I wanna fuck you so bad."
[System Notice: Seduction Attempt Initiated]
Compatibility: 2.3 stars (Low but Possible)
Lust Sync: 62%
Outcome Prediction: 53% Success Chance Rising due to Target's State.