[Welcome, Lord of Taboo! Do you wish to continue you progress?]
[Yes] [No]
There was only a short pause, before finally Draken felt himself select it-
[ Player selects => Yes]
[Congratulations, player. Your adventure begins. What genre would you like to be in?]
Following this notification, two sets of notifications popped up, reading
[Genre Option: Adventure]
[ or ]
[Genre Option: Harem Action].
Draken looked at it and smiled. 'Well… this is going to be fun.'
There was no need for considering. Without wasting another moment, he selected the harem option.
Immediately, another notification appeared.
[System: Harem selected. Journey into the world and begin your adventure.]
There was just a short pause.
Then, he felt it, something that felt like a force, dragging him rigorously. It was like flowing through water, pulled with immense speed.
Before he knew it, he was gone, pulled out from the darkness.
Gasp.
A loud gasp tore from Draken's lips as he jolted upright, hands clutching the crisp sheets beneath him. Sheets… his body… his pulse. Everything felt real—vivid, immediate, undeniable.
His eyes darted around the room. He was lying on a bed draped in white linens, in what looked like a small medieval chamber. The wooden door, a single window, and the pale sunlight filtering through it gave the room a quiet, almost intimate atmosphere.
He brought his hands to his face, blinking at the unfamiliar yet tantalizing sensation. 'Huh… ah… my skin. I can actually feel my skin.'
Shaking off the lingering confusion, he stood and approached the mirror.
The reflection that met him stole his breath. "What the hell?" he muttered, voice low, incredulous. "I'm… handsome. I'm actually handsome."
His face had changed—sharper features, more defined, undeniably attractive. He looked older, stronger, more capable… even dangerous in a way that was impossible to ignore. Every detail of his reflection screamed confidence and power, leaving him momentarily stunned.
Then a sudden surge of memories hit him, like a lightning bolt behind his eyes. A sharp, ringing headache pinched at his temples for a few fleeting seconds.
Draken paused, chest tightening as his breath quickened. His gaze flickered around the room, grounding him.
Finally, his eyes returned to the mirror. A slow, incredulous smile spread across his face. "Huh… it's actually true."
He had been brought into this world—a place where he was blessed, or perhaps cursed, with a stunning, busty harem. Targets drawn to him for satisfaction… and entertainment.
And then it hit him… he was blessed with a mother and a sister.
'Not that they're my real mother or sisters,' he thought, 'I don't really view them that way… but they're going to be perfect targets for me.'
A soft smile spread across his face.
'Something's missing… what about the system dynamics?' he wondered. Reward?
Almost immediately, a notification appeared before his eyes: [System Notification: Congratulations, player. You have received three F-rank skills. Continue completing your tasks to earn more F-rank skills.]
He grinned. 'F-rank skills… not bad at all.'
'Time to test them… see how exactly I can improve these skills,' he muttered under his breath.
Finally, with a hint of anticipation, he spoke aloud, "I accept."
Below were the skills that would appear in the smart emulator—his very first F-rank skills.
'I can earn more by completing small missions,' he thought, 'but honestly… even for F-rank, these are pretty weak.'
The first one-
[Affinity Acceleration: F-rank.]
[Description: Increases the speed at which emotional bonds and attraction form toward the player.]
Then he glanced at the remaining skills and immediately dismissed Select Activation Freeze.
The next one, Emotional Harm, caught his attention. Its description read: Reduces the ability to sense the emotions that other people are feeling.
The third skill, Situational Instinct, promised more promise than expected. Enhances the user's instinctive judgment in social, emotional, and dangerous situations.
'Honestly… this is pretty solid for an F-rank,' he thought, raising a brow.
His eyes drifted downward, and beneath the list of skills, another option appeared: Do you accept these skills?
He nodded firmly. "Yes."
A sharp ding echoed as a notification popped up: [System: Player has received F-rank skills.]
'In this world, I'm surrounded by countless people,' he thought, 'so if I can use these skills wisely, they'll be a perfect tool to kickstart my journey.'
He was ready…
"But what about my mission, huh?"
Once again, a system notification popped up, its interface clearly answering him:
[Achieve mission: seduce and submit a MILF.]
He stared at it, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his face. 'MILF… really? All I have to do is seduce a MILF… submit to me…'
'This is honestly too damn easy. Yes, please. Honestly… let's get this show on the road.'
'So… who's going to be my first target?' he wondered. 'The sister? The mom? Should I even call them that? They're not really my relatives… not related to me in any way. They're just new beings in this world.'
He paused, letting the thought settle, and then a sly grin crept across his face. 'Anyway… what's the harm? Yes… it's finally time to get this show on the goddamn road.'
While he was speaking, the door swung open, and his eyes snapped toward it. Then he froze… a girl stood there.
She was stunning. A flowing gown hugged her busty figure, and her long black hair cascaded down her back. Cradled in her arms was a baby, which she carried carefully as she stepped forward. Behind her, a nurse followed—an older woman in a crisp white gown.
At the sight of Draken, a sharp gasp escaped the girl's lips. Her eyes widened in shock as she stammered, "Run… run… run!" Disbelief painted every line of her face.
Then a flood of memories crashed into him. 'Run… my name… this name…'
It hit him. This was Maya—his sister.
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