The dinner plates had been cleared, the remnants of lamb and wine whisked away by silent maids in crisp uniforms. Lin Hao leaned back in his high-backed chair, the leather creaking under his solid frame, as the family dispersed like smoke after a heist. His wife, Liang Mei, rose gracefully, her hips swaying in that pencil skirt that hugged her ass like a second skin.
She shot him a glance—cool, appraising, the kind that said she knew his games but played them anyway. In the novel's memories, their marriage was a battlefield of cold sheets and colder negotiations, her loyalty fraying at the edges toward the son's heroic rise.
Not anymore. Hao's cock, still semi-hard from the system's teasing pulse, stirred anew as he watched her retreat toward the grand staircase. The estate's halls loomed vast and shadowed, marble floors echoing their footsteps.
Lin Wei bid goodnight with a nod, disappearing into his wing of the mansion, oblivious to the predator now inhabiting his father's skin. The in-laws shuffled off to their guest suite, murmuring about tomorrow's board meeting.
Alone in the dining room, Hao exhaled, the holographic panel flickering back into view. [Task Reminder: Indulge a depraved urge. Reward: Seduction Skill Unlock + Potency Boost. Current Score: 0/100. Don't keep me waiting, Host. Your balls are aching for it.]
The voice slithered through his mind, husky and insistent, making his shaft thicken against his thigh. He could feel the weight of it, heavier than his old body's pathetic excuse, veins pulsing with a hunger that bordered on pain.
No more waiting. This body craved action, raw and immediate. Memories of the original Hao surfaced: late nights in the study, pounding his fist over reports while fantasizing about bending the staff over the desk. Servants who trembled under his gaze, women he'd intimidated but never fully claimed.
Hao stood, adjusting the bulge in his trousers with a casual palm, savoring the friction. He strode toward the kitchen wing, where the staff quarters hummed with post-dinner cleanup. The system's prompt glowed, urging him on like a digital succubus.
The door to the butler's pantry swung open under his push, revealing a dimly lit space stacked with linens and crystal. There she was—Chen Li, the head maid, mid-thirties, with curves that strained her black uniform dress.
In the novel, she was a minor character, loyal to the family but harboring quiet resentments toward the patriarch's lechery. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, a few strands escaping to frame her flushed cheeks as she polished silverware, her full breasts heaving with each scrub.
She startled, dropping a fork with a clatter. "Mr. Lin? Is everything alright? Dinner was—"
Hao cut her off with a step forward, crowding her space. The air thickened with her scent—soap and faint sweat from the evening's labor. His eyes raked over her, bold and unyielding, noting the way her nipples pebbled under the thin fabric, betraying her body's response.
"Chen Li," he rumbled, voice low and gravelly, laced with the authority this body knew so well. "You've been with us... how long? Five years? Always so diligent. But I wonder if you've ever truly served."
Her breath hitched, eyes widening as she backed against the counter, the edge digging into her ass. "Sir, I—I don't understand. If there's a problem—"
He closed the distance, one hand planting on the counter beside her hip, caging her in. The heat radiating from her body made his cock surge, straining the zipper of his pants. He could smell her arousal now, faint but growing, a musky tang that made his mouth water. The system chimed softly in his head: [Depraved Urge Detected. Proceed for points.]
"No problem," Hao murmured, his free hand trailing up her arm, fingers rough against the soft skin. She shivered, but didn't pull away—years of conditioned deference holding her in place. "Just a need. You've seen me at my worst, haven't you? Cleaning up after my... excesses. Time you felt them firsthand."
His palm slid to her neck, thumb brushing the pulse point that fluttered wildly. Chen Li's lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as his other hand gripped her waist, yanking her flush against him. She felt it then—the thick ridge of his erection grinding into her belly, hot and insistent. Her eyes darted down, cheeks burning, but her body betrayed her, thighs pressing together as wetness gathered between them.
"Mr. Lin, please... this is inappropriate," she whispered, but her voice cracked, lacking conviction. Hao chuckled, dark and predatory, leaning in to nip at her earlobe. The taste of her skin—salty, warm—sent a jolt straight to his groin.
"Inappropriate? That's the point, Li. Now, on your knees. Show me how grateful you are for your position here."
She hesitated, glancing toward the door, but the weight of his stare pinned her. Slowly, tremulously, she sank down, the tiles cold against her knees. Her hands fumbled with his belt, fingers shaking as she unbuckled it, the leather whispering free. Hao's breath grew ragged, his cock leaping as she tugged down the zipper, freeing the beast straining within.
It sprang out, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum that beaded like dew. Chen Li's eyes went wide, a mix of shock and unwilling fascination. "Oh god... it's so... big," she murmured, almost to herself, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Hao tangled his fingers in her hair, loosening the bun until dark waves cascaded over her shoulders. "Suck it," he commanded, voice rough with need. "Deep. Make me feel every inch of that pretty mouth."
She obeyed, lips parting to take the swollen head, tongue swirling tentatively around the slit. The wet heat enveloped him, sending sparks up his spine. Hao groaned, hips bucking slightly as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her hands gripping his thighs for balance. Saliva slicked his length, dripping down to coat his balls, heavy and drawn tight.
"That's it," he growled, guiding her head, forcing more of his girth past her lips until she gagged softly, throat convulsing around him. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn't stop, bobbing with increasing fervor, the slurping sounds echoing in the small space. Hao's mind blanked to sensation—the velvet slide of her tongue, the tight suction pulling at his core, the way her throat bulged with each thrust.
The system pinged triumphantly: [Urge Indulged. Villain Score: 20/100. Reward Unlocked: Basic Seduction Aura – Enhances allure and compliance in targets. Potency Boost: +10% endurance and volume. Feel the surge, Host.]
A rush hit him like liquid fire, his cock swelling impossibly thicker in her mouth, veins throbbing with renewed vigor. He could go all night now, flood her with ropes that would paint her insides white. But not yet. Pulling out with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting them, Hao hauled her up, spinning her to face the counter.
"Bend over," he snarled, hiking up her dress in one rough motion. Black lace panties clung to her soaked folds, the fabric dark with her juices. He ripped them aside, exposing her dripping pussy, lips puffy and pink, clit peeking out swollen and needy.
Chen Li whimpered, bracing her hands on the edge, ass presented like an offering. "Sir... someone might hear..."
"Let them," Hao said, freeing his cock fully, slapping the heavy shaft against her cheeks. The impact made her jolt, a moan slipping free. He teased her entrance, the head nudging her slick heat, coating himself in her arousal. Then, with a brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
She cried out, walls clenching around his invasion, tight and velvety, milking him like a vice. Hao gripped her hips, bruising the flesh, and set a punishing rhythm—deep, slamming strokes that made her breasts bounce against the counter, her moans turning to desperate sobs of pleasure.
"Fuck, you're soaked for it," he grunted, one hand snaking around to pinch her nipple through the dress, rolling the hard peak until she arched back against him. His balls slapped her clit with each plunge, the wet smacks filling the air, her juices trickling down her thighs.
The potency boost amplified everything—his stamina endless, the pressure building but controlled, his cock dragging against her inner walls, hitting that spot that made her quiver and beg. "Harder... please, Mr. Lin, fuck me harder!"
He obliged, pounding relentlessly, the counter rattling under them. Sweat slicked their skin, her dress rumpled, hair wild. Hao's mind raced with dark triumph—this was just the start. Claiming the staff, breaking taboos, all while the system fed him power.
Her climax hit first, body seizing, pussy spasming around him in rhythmic pulses, gushing hot fluid that soaked his shaft. "Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she wailed, voice breaking.
Hao followed seconds later, the boost unleashing a torrent. He slammed deep, roaring as his cock erupted, thick spurts flooding her depths, overflowing to drip down her legs. Pulse after pulse, more than he'd ever produced, marking her as his conquest.
He pulled out slowly, watching his seed leak from her abused hole, a satisfied smirk curling his lips. Chen Li slumped against the counter, panting, a dazed smile on her face. "That was... incredible, sir."
"Clean yourself up," Hao ordered, tucking himself away, the seduction aura already weaving its subtle magic—her eyes lingered on him with newfound hunger. "And keep this quiet. For now."
She nodded eagerly, straightening her dress with trembling hands. As Hao exited the pantry, the system hummed approval: [Score: 35/100. Next Task: Target a forbidden fruit. The son's fiancée awaits.]
Back in the master suite, Hao stripped, admiring his reflection—broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and that impressive cock hanging heavy between his legs, still semi-erect from the boost. Liang Mei was already in bed, reading under the lamplight, her nightgown sheer enough to hint at the body beneath.
He slid in beside her, hand trailing up her thigh possessively. She stiffened but didn't pull away. "Long night?" she asked coolly.
Hao's fingers dipped higher, brushing her folds—dry, for now. But the aura would change that. "Just getting started, Mei. Tomorrow, we discuss the family alliances. Starting with Su Mei."
Her eyes narrowed, sensing the shift in him, but he only grinned, the taste of conquest lingering on his tongue. The game was afoot, and his cock was ready for round two—with bigger prizes.