Alex slammed the flimsy apartment door shut and leaned his forehead against the cheap wood, heart hammering. The morning sun barely filtered through the cracked blinds, casting ugly stripes across the peeling paint. His phone buzzed again — another notification from his bank: Insufficient funds. Rent was due two weeks ago, and today had already started with a nightmare.
A heavy fist pounded on the door so hard the hinges rattled.
"Alex! Open this goddamn door right now!"
Jonathan's voice boomed through the thin walls like thunder. The landlord was a burly man in his late forties with a permanent scowl and zero patience for excuses.
Alex swallowed hard and cracked the door open a few inches. "Mr. Jonathan, I—"
"I already told you this morning, kid!" Jonathan shoved his boot into the gap, preventing Alex from closing it. His face was red, veins bulging at his temples. "Rent's two weeks overdue! You think I'm running a fucking charity here? You've got until next Friday or I'm changing the locks and tossing your shit on the curb. Don't make me call the cops!"
"Mr. Jonathan, please," Alex pleaded, his voice cracking. He was only twenty-two, skinny from too many skipped meals, with messy brown hair and tired hazel eyes. "I'm trying, I swear. My job at the warehouse barely covers food and the bus. Just give me a few more days — I'll find something—"
"Few more days?" Jonathan laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and final. "I gave you two weeks already! Next Friday, Alex. That's it. Pay up or get the fuck out." He yanked his foot back and stomped down the hallway, muttering curses under his breath.
The door clicked shut. Alex slid down to the floor, head in his hands. His shitty part-time gig paid peanuts, and no one was hiring for anything better. Bills piled up like monsters he couldn't slay. He scrolled through his cracked phone screen desperately, looking for any gig app, any loan — anything.
Then an ad popped up, bright and official-looking:
NATIONAL ADVENTURERS PARTY – RECRUITMENT OPEN
Teleport to the Mana Realm. Fight monsters. Claim treasures. Earn millions.
Even rookies start with signing bonuses. Apply now at HQ.
Alex had heard the rumors. Seven massive adventurer companies dominated the industry — six private mega-corporations worth trillions, and the seventh run by the government. Adventurers got teleported to a parallel world full of magic, monsters, and priceless artifacts. The strong ones came back rich. The weak ones… didn't come back at all.
He had nothing left to lose.
An hour later, Alex stood on the sidewalk staring up at the National Adventurers Party headquarters. The building was a towering masterpiece of glass and enchanted steel, rising like a crystal spire into the sky. Floating mana crystals orbited the upper floors, glowing with soft blue light. Golden runes pulsed along the entrance archway. Security guards in sleek tactical gear nodded politely as he approached.
Inside, the lobby took his breath away. Marble floors reflected holographic displays showing highlight reels of epic battles: warriors slicing through dragons, mages summoning storms, beautiful women in skin-tight combat suits dominating the battlefield. The air hummed with latent magic.
A cheerful receptionist directed him to the evaluation wing. "Power diagnosis is on level three. Good luck, newbie."
Alex's hands shook as the elevator ascended. He was escorted into a sterile white chamber filled with glowing runes and humming machines. Two technicians in lab coats greeted him.
"Strip to your underwear and step into the circle," one said flatly.
Alex complied, feeling exposed under the bright lights. The circle activated with a low thrum. Blue light scanned his body from head to toe. Numbers and graphs flashed across holographic screens.
The lead examiner frowned, then blinked in disbelief. "This… can't be right."
"What?" Alex asked, voice small.
"Base mana signature: 0.7. Combat potential: negligible. Overall rank projection: unrankable. F-minus. In fifty-seven years of this program, we've never seen anything this low. It's like your body rejects mana entirely."
Alex's stomach dropped. Even here, he was worthless.
The second technician adjusted dials. A secondary crimson scan suddenly flared to life, hidden runes igniting across the floor. The machine beeped urgently.
"Wait — there's something else. A latent unique skill. It's… dormant, but massive potential." The examiner's eyes widened as data scrolled. "Lustbound Ascension. Holy shit."
They explained it in stunned, clinical detail while Alex stood there half-naked and confused.
"Your ability activates through intense sexual intercourse with high-ranking female adventurers. Upon mutual climax — especially deep, unprotected creampie finishes — you permanently absorb a portion of their mana essence and combat attributes. The boost scales directly with their rank and the intensity of the encounter. A low C-rank might give you a modest jump. Claiming an A-rank could catapult you straight into S-tier. The stronger and more powerful the woman you breed, the more explosive the transfer. Feedback loop makes it addictive for both parties."
Alex's face burned. "You're saying… I level up by fucking?"
"Precisely. And the government is very interested in unique skills like this. We're offering you probationary entry. Basic gear, a small stipend, and a mentor. Fail to show progress in thirty days and you're out. But if this works…" The examiner grinned. "You could be the biggest anomaly in guild history."
Alex signed the contract without hesitation. What choice did he have?
They issued him a basic adventurer jumpsuit and a cheap mana dagger. As he changed in the locker room, the door opened.
A woman stepped in, hips swaying with confident grace. She was in her mid-twenties, with wavy chestnut hair cascading past her shoulders, full lips painted a teasing red, and a body built for sin. Her tight black combat top hugged heavy, rounded breasts that strained against the fabric, while her shorts clung to wide hips and thick thighs. C-rank badge gleamed on her chest.
"Hi there, rookie," she purred, eyes raking over him. "I'm Lena. They assigned me as your mentor. Heard about your little… unique skill. Sounds like you're gonna need a lot of private training sessions if you want to survive your first dungeon run."
Her voice was low and smoky. She stepped closer, close enough that Alex could smell her sweet, floral scent mixed with something warmer — arousal?
"I volunteered," she continued, tracing a finger down his chest through the thin jumpsuit. "Because I want the bragging rights when the weakest newbie in history turns into a monster… thanks to my pussy."
Alex's cock twitched involuntarily. "You're serious?"
"Dead serious." Lena pressed him back against the cold lockers, her soft breasts squishing against his chest. Her hand slid boldly down, cupping the growing bulge in his pants. "We start tonight. After your orientation. My apartment. Bring that desperate cock of yours… and be ready to fill me until I can't walk straight."
She squeezed gently, making him gasp. "Imagine it, Alex. Your worthless mana mixing with mine while you pound me raw. The rush when you pump every drop deep inside and feel yourself getting stronger with each thrust. I'm already wet just thinking about turning you into something useful."