The room was a wreck: clothes in heaps, takeout containers breeding mold, energy drink cans coated in dust and fingerprints
condition. Darkness would have enveloped this room if not for the faint glow of multiple monitors and the thin slats of streetlight through the blinds kept total darkness at bay.
Somewhere in the middle of the mess, a man sat in a worn gaming chair, fully immersed in his full-dive VR suit.
The black material clung to his body, wires trailing from the headset down his back.
The suit's private section was open for maximum immersion, his erect rod exposed and connected to the rig's feedback system; his body responding in real time to whatever the game fed it.
"Ten years," he growled, his voice echoing off walls. "Ten damn years of grinding through every hellish layer of this game. Beta exploits, hidden quests, harem raids that left servers lagging for days. And now, you're mine."
She laughed; a sultry, mocking sound that sent shivers down his spine, even through the suit.
Her form materialized; impossibly curved, skin pale and flawless under the abyssal light, wings half-spread, tail lazily curling around his avatar's thigh. "NutLord," she said, the name dripping mockery. "You really believe you can own the Eternal Temptress? Desire ends with me. You'll break long before I do."
He felt the surge: stamina flooding in, heat coiling low in his gut. "Oh, I've broken tougher. Remember the Nine-Tailed Fox Matriarch in layer seven? She begged after three hours. Or the Ice Sovereign in the frozen abyss? Melted like snow under my touch. But you... you're the prize I've chased since day one."
Her resistance flared with waves of seductive illusion crashing against his mind, trying to twist his will. Visions of endless harems, power beyond gods, but all under her control.
He pushed back with his overwhelming aura, forcing her desires to mirror his own.
"Feel that? That's the weight of my harem. Hundreds strong now — NPCs, players, legends I've conquered one by one. Each one adding to my strength. The rarer the beauty, the bigger the bonus. Ten years of building this empire, and you're the crown."
She arched, a soft sound escaping despite herself. Her tail tightened, sending a sharp jolt through him. "Arrogant. But... show me."
The battle intensified: a marathon of dual cultivation, taboo paths unlocking as their essences tangled. Soul-sex wove them together, her primordial secrets flowing into him like forbidden nectar.
"This is it," he muttered through gritted teeth, pleasure amplification shattering her barriers one by one. "I've soloed guilds, crashed economies with affection artifacts, even hacked the devs' backdoor codes in beta. All for this moment."
He pressed forward, gripping her wings, pulling her closer. The chamber pulsed with energy, runes flaring brighter with every clash. "Back in year two, I lost my first big raid. Guild wiped by a mid-boss demoness.
Learned from it. Came back stronger, claimed her as my first major waifu. Year five? Crashed a pro streamer's harem event, stole his top girls. Lag spikes everywhere. Forums called me a cheater. I called it strategy."
Her haughty facade cracked; eyes widening in shock as he devoured her resistances. "How... how are you resisting my control? No one—"
"Because I've built for this," he shot back, pulling her chaotic essence in, fusing it with his own. "Ten years of min-maxing. Skipping sleep, ignoring real life. This apartment? It's a dump because I've poured everything here. No friends, no dates, just the game. And now, it's paying off."
She trembled, wings drooping as the tide turned. "You're... not what I expected."
"Yield," he commanded, thrusting deeper into the fusion. Her Chaos essence poured fully into his core, exceeding her limits. She trembled, wings folding in submission.
"I... I submit," she whispered, voice breaking into devotion. Her form knelt gracefully, eternal loyalty etching into her soul.
Golden notifications popped up:
[Ultimate Harem Grand Boss Waifu Conquered!]
[Tenth Title Unlocked]
Ryun's avatar glowed, the capstone linking his entire harem into a single, infinite network.
He was the core, drawing endless nourishment, talents shared, growth boundless.
He threw his head back and laughed maniacally, the sound echoing through the abyss like thunder. "Finally! Ten years, and I'm a god! No more grinding. The game's mine forever!"
But before the title's name could even appear in full, the world glitched.
The screen flickered violently.
Pain! Sharp, burning pain! Lanced through his temples, bleeding from the VR suit into his real body.
"What the…?" he gasped, clutching his head in the game world. The Temptress's eyes widened in confusion. "NutLord... something's wrong."
Red notifications blared like alarms:
[System Overload Detected]
[Neural Feedback Critical]
In his apartment, Ryun's real body convulsed in the chair. The bootleg headset sparked, wires overheating from the surge he had pushed too far.
Smoke filled the room, acrid and choking. His heart hammered wildly, then stuttered.
"No... not now!" he shouted, voice hollow and distorted. The Temptress reached out desperately, her image fracturing.
"NutLord...?" He tried to log out, fingers fumbling in the HUD, but the pain intensified — stabs in his chest, vision blurring between the abyssal chamber and the messy apartment.
Memories flashed: first beta login, initial conquest thrill, long nights grinding alone.
"I can't... I won..." Darkness rushed in.
His last thought: I won... and lost everything.
The monitor went black. Ryun slumped lifeless in the chair, the clock reading 7:17 PM.