Li Wei stepped out of the checkpoint alley into the rising morning bustle of New Shanghai's lower district. His body thrummed with newfound power. Every muscle felt denser, every sense sharper. The spider tattoo on his chest pulsed warmly, synchronized now with the fresh black mark throbbing on Captain Zhao Lin's throat. He could feel her—distant but connected—like a live wire in his web. She was already pulling her uniform together, legs still shaky, mind reeling between humiliation, lingering pleasure, and unbreakable obedience.
The System chimed softly in his vision.
[Thread Connection Established]Zhao Lin – Status: Loyal (Marked)She will cover for you. Use her position wisely.Current Stats: Strength: 34 Agility: 38 Endurance: 42 Charm: 45 Domination: 51
Level Progress: 42% toward Level 2Next Recommended Target: Corporate Heiress – Su Mei (Rank A)Location: Azure Tower, 1.8 km north. Morning executive briefing.Difficulty: High. Bodyguards present.
Li Wei's lips curled. One conquest had already multiplied his strength nearly tenfold. He wasn't a pathetic service male anymore. He was the spider awakening.
He moved through the crowd with new confidence. Men still kept their heads down, but a few glanced at him curiously—something in his posture had changed. Women noticed too. Their gazes lingered a second longer than usual, drawn by the invisible pheromones leaking from his enhanced Charm stat. He didn't bother hiding the smirk.
His destination wasn't the corporate tower yet. First, he needed to test his new limits.
A side street led to an underground training arena reserved for Enforcer patrols and private security. Males were normally barred unless leashed as sparring dummies. Today, Li Wei walked straight to the entrance scanner. The red light flickered, glitched, then turned green—courtesy of the new Enforcer Authority (Lv1) skill absorbed from Zhao Lin.
Inside, the air smelled of sweat, blood, and ozone from stun fields. A dozen female officers in training gear were running combat drills. At the center ring stood Sergeant Kang, a muscular woman with cropped hair and a reputation for breaking male sparring partners permanently. She was mid-fight, tossing a collared male twice her size like a ragdoll.
Li Wei stepped into the observation area. Heads turned.
"Who the fuck let a service male in here unescorted?" Kang barked, wiping sweat from her brow. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned him. "You. Barcode. Now."
Li Wei didn't answer with words. He activated Venom Whisper again—the 24-hour cooldown had reset with the level boost—and let the dark, intoxicating scent roll out in a controlled wave. Several women nearby stiffened, pupils dilating.
Kang shook her head hard, fighting it. "What the hell is that smell…?"
He moved.
Agility 38 turned his body into a blur compared to yesterday. He crossed the ring in a heartbeat. Kang swung a heavy baton—fast, professional. Li Wei ducked under it, shoulder-checked her midsection with Strength 34 behind the blow. She flew back three meters, crashing into the padded barrier with a grunt of shock.
The arena fell silent.
"You little shit—" Kang snarled and charged.
Now the fight began in earnest.
She was good. Years of Matriarchy combat training, enhanced physiology, and raw aggression. Her baton cracked toward his skull. Li Wei sidestepped, caught her wrist, and twisted. Bones creaked but didn't break. She kneed him in the ribs—hard enough that old Li Wei would have folded. New Li Wei absorbed it with Endurance 42, exhaled sharply, and drove an elbow into her solar plexus.
Air exploded from her lungs. She staggered.
He didn't let up. Grabbed her by the collar, slammed her face-first into the ring floor. The impact echoed. Blood trickled from her split lip. She roared and swept his legs. He fell, but rolled with it, coming up on top, pinning her arms with his knees.
The other officers moved to intervene—three of them rushing in.
Li Wei laughed low. "Come on then."
He fought like a man who had died once and refused to die again. Dodging, countering, using their own momentum against them. One officer's stun baton grazed his shoulder—electric fire shot through his nerves. He grit his teeth and headbutted her, breaking her nose with a wet crunch. Another tried to tackle him from behind. He spun, lifted her bodily (Strength making it almost effortless), and threw her into the third.
Kang recovered and came at him again, feral now. They traded blows—fists, elbows, knees. Sweat flew. Blood spattered the mat. Each hit he landed felt satisfying, each bruise he took only fueled the fire.
In under four minutes, all four women were down—bruised, breathing hard, but alive. The rest of the arena watched in stunned silence. No male had ever done this.
Li Wei stood in the center, chest heaving, knuckles split, but grinning with pure predatory joy. The System pinged.
[Combat Experience Gained]+8 Strength, +6 Agility, +5 EnduranceNew Passive: Pain Tolerance (Lv1) – Reduced damage from blunt trauma.
He crouched beside Sergeant Kang. She glared up at him, hate and something hotter burning in her eyes. The venom had done its work during the chaos.
"Stay down," he whispered, voice laced with command. "Or I'll mark you next."
She spat blood but didn't move.
Li Wei left the arena the way he came— unchallenged. The security logs would show a glitch. Zhao Lin would ensure that.
He had a more important target now.
Azure Tower loomed like a glass-and-steel goddess in the financial district. Hover-cars hummed around its upper levels. Li Wei used his stolen Enforcer credentials (channeled through the skill) to slip into the service entrance. Maintenance uniform from a nearby locker completed the disguise. No one looked twice at another male doing menial work.
The executive briefing room was on the 87th floor. He took the freight elevator, heart steady.
Su Mei was everything the Matriarchy celebrated: 26 years old, heir to the Su Conglomerate, body sculpted by the best gene-tech money could buy. Long raven hair, porcelain skin, almond eyes that could freeze a boardroom, and curves that made power suits look obscene. She sat at the head of a long table, surrounded by six female executives and two elite female bodyguards in sleek black tactical gear.
Li Wei entered through the service door carrying a tray of synthetic coffee—standard male servant duty. Heads barely turned.
Until the venom rolled out again, thicker this time, amplified by his rising Domination stat.
The room temperature seemed to rise. One executive shifted uncomfortably, thighs pressing together. A bodyguard's hand twitched toward her weapon but hesitated.
Su Mei's perfect brows furrowed. "What is that… scent?"
Li Wei set the tray down slowly. His eyes met hers directly—something no male was allowed to do.
"Something you've never tasted before, heiress."
Chaos erupted.
The bodyguards moved like lightning. One drew a pulse pistol, the other a vibro-knife. Li Wei was faster now. He ducked the first energy bolt—plasma scorching the wall behind him—then closed on the knife-wielder. His hand caught her wrist, twisted viciously. The knife clattered. He drove a knee into her stomach, then an uppercut that lifted her off her feet and sent her crashing into the conference table. Glass shattered. Executives screamed.
The second bodyguard fired again. Li Wei spun, the bolt grazing his arm—burning pain, but Pain Tolerance dulled it to manageable fire. He grabbed a heavy chair and hurled it with enhanced Strength. It slammed into her chest, pinning her against the wall with a sickening crack of ribs.
Su Mei stood, backing away, but her cheeks were flushed. The venom was hitting her harder than the others—perhaps because of her superior bloodline, or perhaps because something deep inside her had always craved the forbidden.
"You dare—" she started.
Li Wei vaulted the table in one fluid motion. He caught her by the throat—not hard enough to bruise yet—and slammed her back against the floor-to-ceiling window. The city sprawled 87 floors below them, a glittering matriarchal empire.
"Shut up," he growled, voice thick with years of suppressed rage. "In my last life, women like you watched me bleed and laughed. Today, you're going to scream for me."
She clawed at his arm, nails drawing blood. He kissed her brutally, forcing his tongue past her lips while his free hand ripped open the front of her designer blouse. Expensive silk tore like paper. Her breasts spilled out—full, firm, nipples already stiff from the chemical assault on her senses.
The remaining executives tried to flee or call security. Li Wei didn't care. He had minutes before reinforcements arrived.
He shoved Su Mei's skirt up, tore her lace panties aside, and freed his cock—thicker, longer, veins tracing faint spider-web patterns from the System's influence. Without preamble, he thrust into her in one savage stroke.
Su Mei's scream echoed through the shattered conference room—half pain, half unwilling pleasure. She was impossibly tight, hot, and already soaking from the venom. Her walls clenched around him like a vice as he pounded into her without mercy, each thrust slamming her back against the glass hard enough to make it creak.
"Too—big—ahh—stop—fuck—you bastard—"
Her curses dissolved into moans as he hit that perfect spot again and again. He pinched her clit roughly while hammering deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waist involuntarily, heels digging into his back.
She came first—violently. Eyes rolling back, body convulsing, a gush of clear fluid squirting around his cock and soaking the expensive carpet. Her perfect corporate mask shattered completely. Tongue lolling, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth, she looked utterly broken and beautiful.
Li Wei didn't slow. He flipped her around, pressed her breasts against the cool glass so the entire city could theoretically see their heiress getting ruined, and took her from behind even harder. His hand wrapped around her throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.
The second orgasm hit her like a freight train. Then the third. Each one wetter, louder, more degrading. By the fourth she was babbling incoherently, legs trembling, pussy spasming nonstop around him.
Only when she was a twitching, eye-rolled mess did he finally let go—flooding her womb with thick, hot cum that overflowed and ran down her thighs in obscene rivers.
The System chimed triumphantly as Su Mei slumped against the glass, barely conscious.
[Conquest Complete – High Value Target]Su Mei ClaimedAbsorption: Strength +22 → 64 Agility +18 → 62 Endurance +25 → 72 Charm +40 → 85 Domination +55 → 106
New Skills:Corporate Override (Lv1) – Hack or influence mid-level Matriarchy financial systems. Gene-Enhanced Resilience (Passive) – Further damage reduction and faster healing.
[Spider Web Expansion Available – Limit: 1]Would you like to etch the Second Spider Mark on Su Mei?Y/N
Li Wei didn't hesitate. He turned her limp body around, wrapped his hand around her elegant throat, and squeezed.
The tattoo flared. Black ink burned into her skin at the pressure point—another intricate spider, legs curling possessively around her windpipe. Su Mei screamed through her haze of aftershocks, the pain of a thousand needles carving into her flesh while her body still twitched from orgasm. The mark settled, glowing faintly red before fading to raised black.
She gasped, tears streaking her ruined makeup, but when her eyes refocused on him, they held the same broken worship Zhao Lin had shown.
"Master…" she whispered hoarsely, voice wrecked.
The System confirmed.
[Second Spider Mark Etched]Su Mei is now Threaded. Her conglomerate resources are yours to command.Bonus Stats applied. Level 2 Unlocked.
[Spider System – Level 2]New Ability: Web Sense (Lv1) – Detect and track all marked threads within 10 km.Unseal Points: 2/??Asmodeus Status: Laughing with delight.
Li Wei pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from the once-untouchable heiress. Alarms were finally blaring in the distance—security responding to the chaos.
He leaned down, kissed her forehead almost gently, and whispered, "Clean yourself up. Tell them it was a rival corporate attack. Then come to me tonight. Both of you."
Su Mei nodded weakly, the spider on her throat pulsing in obedient answer.
Li Wei straightened his stolen uniform and slipped out through the service corridor before the full response team arrived. His body sang with power. Two queens marked. The web was growing.
Outside, the city continued its ignorant rhythm—women ruling, men serving. But deep in its veins, the poison had spread further.
Two threads.
Thousands more to weave.
And the spider was only getting hungrier.