" Ahh , yes harder - fuck me harder. "
" You feel so tight, so good "
" Ahh, you fuck so good, you are making me crazy, ahh- ahhh go faster."
Ahhhh
" I am going to cum baby, cum with me, let's come together. "
"Yes, faster. Damn it I am so close "
" I am coming, ahhhh "
Panting
"Ready for another round?"
The sound continued.
You ask where the sound is coming from?
It's our MC, watching some porn videos to relax himself.
He wasn't even paying attention to the ongoing video.
Kael slumped back against the thin pillow on his bed, his laptop resting on his thighs. The faint hum of the ceiling fan filled the room, mixing with the soft static of the city outside. His curtains were drawn tight, muting the neon signs from the street below.
It was another late evening, another day gone. And as usual, Kael had ended it the only way he knew how: with the Dominion of Desire game open on his screen.
For most people, the name would suggest it was just another cheap erotic RPG, the kind plastered with half-baked animations and over-the-top promises. And in a way, they'd be right. The game was erotic, yes. It leaned heavily on themes of temptation, control, submission, and power.
But to Kael, it was more than just lewd entertainment.
It was freedom.
His real life was nothing but monotony, shackles dressed up as routine.
Every morning, Kael rose at seven. He dragged himself into the shower, stared at his reflection in the mirror, and asked himself if there was any point. Then came the uniform—slacks, shirt, tie. Coffee gulped down in bitter swallows, leaving him with nothing but a sour stomach as he squeezed onto the subway with hundreds of other silent, empty-eyed commuters.
Then the office. Always the office.
Kael's job was "client management," which really meant that his role was to be yelled at—by clients, by his boss, sometimes even by coworkers. The phone never stopped ringing. The inbox never stopped filling. The endless complaints came like waves, each one more exhausting than the last.
And then there was Mr. Gupta. His boss had thinning hair, a paunch, and a voice that carried across the floor even when he wasn't shouting. But when he was shouting, the whole office seemed to shrink. "Kael! Why hasn't this report been filed?" "Kael! Do you think clients wait around all day for you?" "Kael! If you can't handle this, maybe you should find work elsewhere!"
Kael bit back every retort. Every insult. Every scream boiling in his throat. Because he couldn't afford to lose this job, pathetic as it was. His rent, his loans, his bills—they held him like chains.
So he endured. He endured until the clock struck six, until he could finally escape, dragging himself home to his small apartment, where silence pressed as heavily as Gupta's voice.
That was why he played.
The Dominion of Desire wasn't like the real world.
In the Dominion, Kael wasn't a tired twenty-five-year-old wasting away under fluorescent lights. He was a warrior, a ruler, a figure of strength and will. The game's world was dark and decadent, built on trials of power and temptation. Every quest forced choices—what you wanted, what you were willing to give, what you were willing to take.
Some choices were simple. Others left Kael staring at the screen, heart racing, wondering why it felt so personal.
It wasn't just about lust. It was about control.
And Kael craved that. More than anything, he craved the freedom to rule himself.
That was why he had pushed so hard, playing night after night. Every quest, every battle, every decision brought him closer to the throne at the heart of the Dominion.
And now, finally, he was at the end.
The marble chamber loaded onto his screen. His avatar stood at its center: tall, broad-shouldered, armored in crimson steel, his sword blazing with light.
Across the hall, the final enemy awaited.
It was a giant clad in obsidian armor, its face hidden behind a jagged helm, eyes burning like coals through the gaps. It radiated menace, the kind that made Kael's chest tighten just looking at it.
The air in the chamber shimmered with heat, torches flickering along the walls as if they too feared what was coming.
Kael cracked his knuckles and leaned closer to the keyboard. "Alright," he murmured. "Let's finish this."
The boss moved first, swinging a blade the size of a car door. Kael's avatar dodged, the ground cracking where the strike landed. The fight erupted in a storm of light and shadow, steel against steel, fire against flame.
Every strike was heavy, every dodge a breath away from death. Kael's fingers flew across the keys, weaving together combos he had practiced for weeks. His heart raced in time with the battle, each moment dragging him deeper into the rhythm.
The boss roared, unleashing a shockwave that flung Kael's avatar back. The health bar plummeted.
"Damn it," Kael hissed, slamming a healing key. His avatar staggered upright, lifting the sword again.
The fight raged on. Minutes bled into more than an hour. Sweat slicked Kael's palms as he hammered the keyboard, dodging, countering, striking, pressing forward through exhaustion.
And then, at last, the moment came.
The final strike.
His avatar lunged forward, sword blazing, plunging deep into the heart of the armored giant.
The boss froze. The burning eyes dimmed. Cracks split across the obsidian armor as light poured out, brighter, brighter, until the figure shattered in a thunderous explosion.
Silence fell.
Kael's avatar stood victorious in the empty chamber.
Kael leaned back, chest heaving, a laugh slipping from his lips. "Finally."
He expected a victory screen. Maybe a cutscene. Maybe credits.
Instead, the screen went black.
Golden letters formed slowly, shimmering against the dark:
Congratulations!
You are the first player to complete Dominion of Desire.
Kael blinked. His pulse quickened. First player?
More words appeared.
Tap to claim your reward.
Kael frowned. He hadn't seen anything about this before. No guides, no forums, no mentions of prizes. The game had always felt strange, obscure, like some indie project buried in a corner of the internet.
And now it was offering him a reward?
He chuckled nervously. "What are you going to give me? A fancy wallpaper? Maybe some DLC?"
Still, he felt the itch of curiosity. He had come this far.
So, without overthinking, Kael clicked.
At first, nothing happened.
The screen pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.
Then the air shifted.
Kael froze. His ears popped, like the pressure in the room had suddenly dropped. The hairs on his arms stood on end. A deep hum filled the air, vibrating in his chest.
And then he saw it.
Above his desk, the air cracked.
Not glass. Not sound. Reality itself.
A hairline fracture glowed white against the darkness, spreading wider, jagged, branching across space. Another crack crossed it. Then another. Until the very air seemed like a mirror splintering apart.
Kael stumbled back, heart hammering. "What the hell—"
The cracks widened. His posters bent inward. His desk warped like paper. Even the walls seemed to stretch, bending toward the fracture.
And then it tore open.
A portal yawned in the air, a spiral of light and shadow, swirling like the maw of some cosmic beast. The scent of incense and smoke poured out, sharp and intoxicating. The hum grew into a roar.
Kael's eyes went wide. His instincts screamed to run, to escape, to do something.
But before he could move, the portal surged forward.
The room shattered like glass.
The laptop, the bed, the fan—all ripped apart, swallowed by the swirling void.
Kael felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. He screamed as he was dragged into the light, into the whirl of nothingness, into the unknown.
And then—
Everything went blank.