**Chapter 1**
Thirteen.
13.
The number carried an ominous weight for a reason. For girls, I couldn’t say, but for boys, it marked the beginning of hellish days.
And not just for that single day or year, but for the following years—six in some states, four in others—that proved incredibly hard.
The teenage years.
The purgatory of adolescence began with none other than the thirteenth.
My own purgatory, however, was far more severe than that of most boys.
Why?
There I was, excitedly waiting for presents as the clock ticked toward midnight, seconds away from turning thirteen.
Everyone who mattered had gathered: my teachers, school friends, neighborhood friends, family friends, and both immediate and extended family.
Then, just as the clock struck midnight, something appeared before me that made me jump from my seat.
That was a mistake.
Why?
Because there I stood, in front of everyone I knew and could possibly know—from closest to most distant—sporting a sudden, raging erection.
Yes.
A boner.
And it wasn’t just any boner. It was massive.
But far worse than that…
Pain.
An overwhelming agony slammed into my groin, forcing me to yell and scream at the top of my lungs.
While some guests still looked awkwardly at my obvious erection, others rushed over in concern. One was my school doctor, a very kind woman.
As she examined me, her expression grew awkward. She seemed unsure how to explain the situation to my mother, who sat beside me, equally worried.
I remain grateful to this day that, instead of destroying any chance I had at a normal social life, she quietly instructed my uncle to carry me to an empty room. She then asked him to leave before turning to my mother and saying, a little hesitantly…
“He needs to ejaculate.”
She was only a school doctor, so it wasn’t expert medical advice, but at least my secret stayed safe with just those two women.
As I continued screaming in pain, clutching my crotch, my mother held my hands while my teacher swiftly pulled out my dick.
She gasped at its size.
Another gasp followed—this one from my mother, who was still gently pinning me down.
The doctor then gripped my shaft. Despite the searing pain in my groin, the contact sent electric thrills racing down my spine. With just one stroke, I unleashed what felt like the ejaculation of the century.
Like a fountain suddenly releasing the last reserves in its pipes, my dick launched spurt after powerful spurt of semen into the air. It landed across the doctor’s face, her hand, her clothes, and my own body.
She had to let go, yet I kept cumming. I continued for what seemed like forever until a small puddle had formed on the floor—so much semen had I released.
“Haa… Haa…”
I panted as if I had run ten marathons back to back.
I had never believed in God before, but perhaps one existed after all. He spared me the full embarrassment of facing my school doctor, now covered in my release, and my mother, whose mouth hung open wide enough for a donut to pass through, by letting me pass out right then.
But not before I read the words floating in my vision.
[Hyperspermia system activated]
[The system assimilation is at 100%]
[Welcome, Tyler Haller]
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“Unfortunately, your son has been afflicted with a condition called ‘Hyperspermia.’ While not immediately dangerous, prolonged exposure could lead to testicular cancer if he’s lucky.” The doctor delivered the grim news while my mother listened anxiously.
I stared at him in disbelief. Where had this man trained? Shouldn’t he have delivered such news without me present? Or did he assume I couldn’t understand?
“Is there any treatment?” my mother asked worriedly.
“Well, there isn’t one, as it will stay with him for life,” the doctor replied, once again making me question his credibility. Still, I remained silent.
“However, the condition itself can be relieved by, uh…”
He paused and glanced awkwardly at me. I raised an eyebrow. *Oh, now you think I shouldn’t be here?*
“Masturbation,” he finally said, covering it with a cough that came three full seconds too late.
I knew it. This guy was a quack.
And the nerve of him—charging us two hundred dollars for that bogus consultation.
I already knew everything he had said.
How?
At first, I had thought the floating text was an illusion, but it wasn’t.
When I woke up the next day, everyone else had gone. My school doctor had explained that some testicular nerves had become entangled, causing the pain. Since she was a doctor and no one else was present, the others had left, worried rather than amused by my erection on my thirteenth birthday.
As I stirred, my mother stood before me, looking concerned. Although aunts and uncles remained in the house, she kept them out and took me straight to the doctor.
In the car, despite the lingering pain, I recounted the previous night’s events and remembered what else had occurred.
I had always been a curious kid. Being from a wealthy family gave me access to all kinds of technology, and porn was simply one of many discoveries.
I knew about it well enough, and although I hadn’t been able to get hard before that night, recalling the events made my dick stand at attention in my pants.
That was when I turned my full attention to the text hovering before my eyes.
At first, it felt like a dream, but my reading was clear. Nothing was wrong with my mind.
Which meant everything was real.
The text before me was real.
[Hyperspermia system activated]
[The system assimilation is at 100%]
[Welcome, Tyler Haller]
[The adventures of Hyperspermia await you]
[If you’re going to ejaculate anyway, why not earn something from it as well?]
[Making ejaculation fun for you]
[Presenting you with your very own ‘Hyperspermia system’]
Aside from the terrible sales pitch, there was nothing else. Familiar with games, I thought, *Status.*
Of course, I didn’t say it aloud. I wasn’t an idiot.
[Name: Tyler Haller]
[Age: 13]
[Level: 0]
[EXP: 0/10]
[HP: 5/5]
[MP: 0/0]
[Stats]
[Skills]
[Quests]
[Inventory]
[Shop]
[Craft]
The level, HP, MP, and everything else were there.
I opened the [Stats] tab. It showed the standard game-like attributes.
[Strength: 3]
[Agility: 2]
[Stamina: 2]
[Intelligence: 0]
[Charm: 4]
[AP: 0]
I easily understood the physical stats and the charm stat, which clearly reflected my natural sweetness.
The final stat, Intelligence, must relate to some supernatural ability, following standard game logic.
Of course, I could be wrong, but I was no idiot—if it truly measured intellect, it certainly shouldn’t be zero.
AP probably stood for attribute points, which I would likely gain upon leveling up. My knowledge was still limited to games, so I continued exploring.
I eagerly opened the [Skills] tab, only to see:
[Please reach level 5 to unlock Skills]
Slightly disappointed, I moved on.
After all, you don’t get everything at the start of a game.
I saved the [Quests] tab for last, sensing that whatever this was, the answers—or at least part of them—lay there.
I quickly returned to it after finding the other tabs locked for the same reason as Skills.
[Please reach level 10 to unlock Inventory]
[Please reach level 10 to unlock the Shop]
[Please reach level 10 to unlock Craft]
I sighed and mentally clicked the final tab. It opened.
[Daily]
[Side]
[Main]
I selected Daily. There was only one quest.
[Healthy Routine]
[Status: Repeatable]
[Task: Ejaculate 5 times every day]
[Reward: +5 EXP]
[Punishment: Pain in the testicles for 5 minutes]
I winced at the punishment, drawing my mother’s attention.
“Everything okay, sweetie?” she asked, still a little awkward about the whole situation.
We hadn’t spoken much since the car ride to the hospital began.
I smiled. “Just nervous.”
“Oh, don’t be.” Her face softened at my nervous smile. “Everything will be fine. We’ll figure it all out.”
I nodded and turned my attention back to the screen in my vision.
I still wasn’t finished, and none of my questions had been answered.