Mark checked his phone. It buzzed.
[Group Chat: Class of 2024.]
[Mike: Tonight is going to be lit! Champagne is on me. Everyone be there!]
[Sarah: Can't wait, babe! ❤️]
Mark frowned. A reunion. A waste of time.
He moved to delete the message. Then he paused.
Sarah was there. Mike was there.
The System needed conquest. It needed humiliation.
"Perfect hunting ground," Mark thought.
He typed a message.
[Mark: I'll be there.]
The chat exploded.
[Sarah: Mark? Why are you coming?]
[Sarah: Oh my god. You're stalking me, aren't you? Even after I dumped you, you can't let go.]
[Sarah: Listen to me. Don't come. It's embarrassing. I don't want you crying and begging for me back in front of everyone. Mike is rich. You are nothing. Move on.]
She was delusional. A narcissist. She thought the world revolved around her.
Mark chuckled.
He typed two words.
[Mark: Retard.]
He hit send.
[Location: The Grand Hotel, V.I.P. Suite.]
Sarah stared at the screen. Her hands shook.
"He... he dares?"
Her face twisted. Veins popped in her forehead. She wanted to scream. She wanted to smash the phone.
The "dog" had bitten back.
Then, she stopped. She took a deep breath. Her expression shifted. From rage to icy calm.
She laughed. A cold, cruel sound.
"Good," she whispered. "Come, Mark. Come and die."
She turned to Mike. He was drinking champagne on the sofa.
"Baby," Sarah crawled onto his lap. Her voice was poison. " I want him destroyed. I want him to crawl out of that hotel."
Mike smirked. "Don't worry. I have a surprise for him."
He reached down. He grabbed her ass. Hard. He squeezed the flesh violently.
"Ah~!" Sarah moaned. Her eyes glazed over. "Yes... just like that..."
She pushed him back onto the cushions.
Mark stood on the street corner.
"Twenty energy," Mark noted.
He needed to fix his body. He couldn't look like a skeleton.
"System. Use all Energy on Body Fortification."
[Processing...][Energy Consumed: 20.][Attribute: Constitution +2.]
Warmth flooded his veins.
His skin stopped looking grey. Color returned to his cheeks. The dark circles faded. His spine straightened.
He wasn't muscular yet. But he looked healthy. Vibrant.
He caught his reflection. His eyes were sharp. Predatory.
"Better," Mark smirked. "Thank you, Bella."
He walked into a high-end suit shop. Armani.
The air was cool. Classical music played.
Two female assistants stood by the counter.
Assistant A was thin. Sharp features. Heavy makeup. She saw Mark's cheap blazer. She saw his worn shoes.
She sneered. She blocked his path.
"Deliveries are in the back," she snapped. "We don't give handouts."
"I'm a customer," Mark said coldly.
"You?" She laughed. A harsh, mocking sound. "Look at you. You can't even afford a sock in this store. Get out before I call security."
Mark ignored her. He looked past her.
He saw Assistant B.
She was different.
She was soft. She had meat on her bones. Her uniform strained against a heavy chest. Her hips were wide. She looked like a marshmallow.
She saw Mark. She didn't scowl. She smiled.
"Welcome, sir," she walked over. Her voice was sweet. "Ignore Tina. Can I help you?"
[System Analysis: Potential Target.]
[Name: Lucy.]
[Status: E-Class.]
[Trait: Submissive. Caring.]
"I need a suit," Mark said. "Black. Slim fit. Tonight."
Lucy nodded eagerly. "Follow me."
As they walked away, Tina scoffed loudly.
"Wasting time on trash," Tina muttered. "He's just going to take a selfie and leave. Don't come crying when you lose your commission, Lucy."
Mark didn't look back. "Does she always bark that loud?"
Lucy giggled. "Sorry. She's... difficult. Let's get you measured."
They walked into the fitting area. Curtains. Mirrors. Quiet.
"Jacket off, please," Lucy said.
Mark took off his ragged blazer.
Lucy picked up the tape measure. She stepped close.
She smelled like vanilla and sweat.
"Arms up," she whispered.
She wrapped the tape around his chest. Her hands brushed his ribs.
"38 inches," she murmured.
She moved behind him. She measured his shoulders.
She was close. Too close.
Mark could feel her body heat. Her breasts brushed against his back as she reached around him.
"You have broad shoulders," she said softly. Her breath hit his neck. It was warm. Moist.
Mark stood still. He enjoyed the service.
"Waist," she said.
She moved to his front. She knelt down.
Her face was level with his belt.
She wrapped the tape around his waist. Her fingers grazed his stomach.
"30 inches. Slim."
"Now the inseam," Lucy said.
She squatted lower. Her face was inches from his crotch.
She reached out with the tape measure. She moved her hand to his inner thigh.
She froze.
Her eyes widened. Her pupils dilated.
Through the thin, cheap fabric of his slacks, the outline was impossible to miss.
It was thick. It was long. It coiled down his left leg like a sleeping python. The head was clearly defined against the cloth.
It was massive.
Lucy stopped breathing. Her face turned bright red. Her mouth opened slightly.
Clatter.
The tape measure slipped from her fingers. It hit the floor.
She stared. She couldn't look away.
"Is there a problem, Lucy?" Mark asked. His voice was low. Amused.
She looked up. Her eyes were hazy.
"It's... it's big," she whispered.
"What is big, Lucy?" Mark asked.
He stepped closer. His knee brushed against her burning cheek.
The fabric of his cheap slacks was thin. The heat radiating from the weapon was palpable.
Lucy swallowed hard. Her throat bobbed.
"The... the inseam," she stammered. Her voice was wet. Breathless.
She didn't move back. She stayed on her knees. Her eyes were glued to the bulge. It twitched slightly.
Her lips parted. She looked like she wanted to taste it.
Mark looked down.
From this angle, he could see down her shirt. Her breasts were heavy. Pale, soft flesh squeezed together. She was a marshmallow. A comfort toy.
She looked up at him. Her eyes were hazy. Glazed with lust.
"Do you want to check the fit?" Mark whispered. "Hands on."
Lucy shuddered. Her hand hovered in the air. Her fingers trembled. She reached out.
Mark smirked.
She was cute. She was soft.
But she was E-Class.
A snack. Not a meal.
He needed power. He needed status. A shop assistant wouldn't give him enough energy to survive the curse.
"Focus, Lucy," Mark said coldly. He stepped back. "I have a party to crash."
The spell broke.
Lucy jolted. She blinked, realizing what she was doing.
"I... I'm so sorry!"
She scrambled for the tape measure. Her face was crimson. Her hands shook as she finished the measurements. She avoided touching him, but her breathing was ragged.
"All done," she squeaked.
She stood up. Her legs wobbled. She couldn't meet his eyes.
"This way, sir."
They walked back to the front counter.
Tina was waiting. She stopped filing her nails. She looked at Mark's old clothes. She sneered.
"Done playing dress-up?" Tina laughed. It was a sharp, ugly sound. "Did he ask for a payment plan? Or is he going to run out the door?"
Lucy looked at the floor. "He wants the Charcoal Slim Fit. And a shirt."
"That's $3,500," Tina said loudly. She stared at Mark. "We don't accept food stamps."
Mark didn't speak.
He reached into his pocket.
Thud.
He slammed a stack of cash onto the glass counter.