Kael Draven's life was a prison built out of rules.
At the age of twenty-five, he woke each morning already defeated. Not because of the sunlight or the noise of the city, but because every sunrise meant another day shackled by chains he never agreed to.
Wake up at seven.
Clock in by nine.
Smile at the boss.
Work until exhaustion.
Don't complain. Don't question. Don't live.
That was his world.
At the office, he wasn't Kael. He was "Employee #3245." An interchangeable cog that managers barked at, belittled, and burned out for pennies. His coworkers learned to nod and obey. The higher-ups called it discipline. Kael called it slavery.
And every day, he seethed under it. Why do I have to obey? Why do they get to rule?
But when night fell and the monitor lit up, Kael became someone else.
Here, in the dim glow of his tiny apartment, he wasn't a nobody. He wasn't powerless. He wasn't chained.
He was a king.
The game—Dominion of Desire.
It was everything real life wasn't. An erotic survival and kingdom-building simulator where order came only if you imposed it. Where women weren't untouchable—they were allies, warriors, lovers, and keys to power. Each had unique bloodlines, strengths, and abilities.
Conquer them, please them, and they would fight for you, empower you, strengthen your empire.
Kael thrived here.
Because in reality, he was powerless.
But in the game? He was absolute.
What fueled his obsession wasn't just the gameplay. It was the promise.
"The first player to complete Dominion of Desire will receive a reward that will change their life forever."
Most laughed at it. A marketing stunt, they said.
But Kael wasn't laughing. His life needed changing. This game wasn't entertainment—it was his lifeline. His only chance to escape hell.
So he sacrificed everything.
Nights bled into days. His apartment reeked of instant noodles and cold coffee. His eyes sank into dark hollows, his body withered. His coworkers whispered about how sick he looked.
But Kael didn't care. Every hour in the game was another step closer to freedom.
The final battle was madness.
Armies clashed, monsters roared, rival empires fell. His fortress burned at the edges, his women fought at his side, their powers flashing across the battlefield. Every click, every command, every sacrifice pushed him closer to the end.
Kael fought like a man possessed.
And when the last enemy fell, the screen froze.
Golden light exploded. Trumpets roared in his headset.
[Congratulations! You are the first to complete Dominion of Desire.]
Kael shot to his feet, knocking over his chair. Laughter tore out of his chest, wild and manic.
"Yes! I did it! Hahaha! I fucking did it!" His fists pumped the air. "First place! No more shitty bosses, no more rules! My life is mine now!"
His phone buzzed. Another notification appeared—someone else had completed the game, just five minutes later.
Kael sneered. "Too slow. The throne's mine."
Then his inbox pinged.
[Congratulations on being the first player to complete Dominion of Desire.
Your reward will be given shortly. Please check your inbox.]
His grin stretched. His pulse thundered.
He refreshed once. Twice. Ten times.
Nothing.
Minutes crawled like hours.
His hands clenched. His mind darkened.
Was this all a scam? Did I waste weeks of my life for nothing?
Rage exploded. He slammed his desk so hard his mouse flew to the floor.
"Don't fuck with me! I gave everything for this! Don't you dare cheat me now!"
Only silence answered. The hum of his old computer fan mocked him.
Kael's breathing came ragged. His chest heaved. He had tied his entire existence to this promise—and now it was slipping away like smoke.
DING!
A sharp chime shattered the silence. His phone buzzed.
Kael froze. His pulse stuttered. Slowly, with trembling hands, he picked it up.
The notification wasn't normal. Not an email. Not a text. Its icon shimmered, twisting faintly, like the screen itself bent around it.
He tapped.
The message unfolded. His breath caught.
[Do you want to change your life?]
[Do you want to bend everyone to your rules?]
[Do you want to become a dominant Emperor who rules everything?]
[Click here to claim your reward.]
Kael stared. His mouth went dry.
"What… the fuck is this?" he whispered.
He expected fireworks, a coupon, some flashy scam. But this? This was different. The words pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat. His skin prickled, the hair on his arms standing on end.
"This is bullshit." He slammed the phone down and staggered back. His laugh was hollow, broken. "A creepy pop-up? That's my reward?"
Fury surged. He snatched the phone, shaking it.
"You bastards! I wasted my life for this?!" His voice cracked, echoing in the tiny room. "Fuck you! Fuck your game! Fuck your lies!"
But even as he raged, his eyes betrayed him. They kept sliding back to the screen.
Do you want to change your life?
The words whispered in his skull. His whole existence—school, work, bosses, laws—it had all been rules. Chains. Orders from above. He followed every one and still ended up crushed.
But this… this was different. This wasn't a rule forced on him. This was an offer.
A chance.
His chest tightened. His hands shook—not with anger, but with desire.
The button glowed. Click here to claim your reward.
"No. It's fake. It has to be." Sweat dripped down his temple. His jaw clenched.
But his finger twitched.
Just one click. Just one chance.
He slammed the phone face down on the desk, eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck this! I'm not falling for a scam!"
But his own words rang hollow. His chest heaved. His heart pounded.
Because he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything.
The silence pressed heavy. The words throbbed in his mind.
Do you want to change your life? Do you want to rule? Do you want to be Emperor?
Kael chuckled bitterly, a broken sound. "If this is a joke, I'll tear your company apart."
But his eyes betrayed him. They kept drifting to the glowing button, pulsing like it could see him.
Click here to claim your reward.
The light reflected in his pupils. His breath hitched. His trembling finger hovered just above the glass.
And Kael Draven—slave by day, king by night, first player to conquer Dominion of Desire—couldn't look away.