**Chapter 2**
[Number of ejaculations: 0/5]
[Time limit: Before midnight (15:07:54)]
The quick release my teacher had given me the night before apparently hadn’t counted. It must have been tied to the system’s assimilation or the initial activation.
Moving on, the side quests section was empty, so I turned to the final tab.
[Main Quest I]
[Terrible]
[Tier: B]
[Description: As the possessor of the ‘Hyperspermia system,’ your physical condition should stand at the pinnacle of human potential. Become worthy of the system.]
[Task: Raise your physical stats]
[Raise Stamina to 20]
[Raise Strength to 20]
[Raise Agility to 20]
[Reward: 1 B-grade skill]
[Punishment: Stripping of the system (Your balls will drop off)]
[Time limit: 5 years]
Hiccup!
Terror shot through me at the brutal punishment. I couldn’t help the involuntary hiccup that escaped. Fortunately, my mother was focused on driving and didn’t notice. I calmed down quickly once I registered the generous time limit.
Five years was more than enough. I was only thirteen. Between regular gym sessions and leveling up through the system, I could raise those stats.
I sighed in relief and sank back into my seat. After the doctor’s appointment, I would complete the daily quest in private and then focus on gaining EXP.
~
After handing over two hundred dollars, Mom and I finally arrived home. My grandmother, who still looked remarkably young, hurried over and held me with clear worry.
“What did the doctor say?” she asked Mom.
“It’s nothing to worry about, Jill,” my mother replied, addressing both her and the rest of the family. “The tangled vessels were massaged free. The doctor recommended some exercises, and soon this won’t be an issue anymore.”
A lie.
She could hardly tell them the truth—that whenever I got hard, I would be ejaculating all over the house. I was more than happy to play along.
“Oh, what a relief,” my grandmother said. She casually handed me a check for twenty thousand dollars. “Treat yourself to something nice, dear. And no, this isn’t your birthday present.”
I might have forgotten to mention that I was rich. Not Batman rich, but rich as hell.
“Oh, Jill. That much isn’t necessary,” my mother said worriedly.
“Oh, please,” my grandmother replied, then added with a touch of guilt, “This is the least I can do after my idiot of a son ditched both of you for some bimbo.”
My father had walked out on us when I was seven. Even then, I wasn’t naive enough to miss what was happening.
He had been a spoiled brat—born rich, raised rich, married rich. Wealth defined his entire life, and with it came the entitled belief that he could do whatever he wanted. My mother had stayed faithful, but he was a serial cheater.
He had cheated on her more times than I could count before finally leaving for the woman my grandmother called a bimbo.
Grandmother had swiftly disowned him and named me the heir to the Haller family. When he came crawling back, she kicked him out. With her full support, my fed-up mother struck a deal: one hundred thousand dollars in exchange for him never showing his face in the city again.
Of course, being the man he was, he burned through it in a week and returned begging. This time, before he could even plead, Grandmother had him locked up and smuggled out of the country to some backwater place. What became of him afterward remained a mystery. I only knew because I had secretly overheard her ordering our family butler to handle it. As far as my mother knew, he was still living off that payout.
I accepted the check with gratitude and slipped it into my pocket.
It wasn’t the only one.
My mother also came from serious wealth.
“It’s not much, but make good use of it, young man,” my maternal grandfather said, handing me another twenty-thousand-dollar check—pocket change to him.
Seriously, what was wrong with my family?
I wasn’t stingy, but I hated wasting even a cent, let alone a full dollar. That was why I wanted to sue the doctor who had ripped us off for two hundred dollars, but I held back. A lawsuit would cost far more, even with our family lawyers.
“Thanks, Grandpa.” I forced a smile and pocketed it.
The gifts kept coming. My aunt gave me a check along with my actual birthday present—another check. Then my uncle followed, one of my maternal uncles, since my father had been the only child on the Haller side.
My maternal family was large—three uncles and one aunt—and they were all incredibly generous.
By the time the checks and gifts stopped, I had over one hundred and five thousand dollars in my pocket and items worth at least another twenty thousand.
But nothing compared to the final gift from my grandmother.
A single piece of paper.
My eyes nearly popped out of my skull when I saw it: the deed to the land beneath one of the largest malls in LA. It had belonged to her, and now she was giving it to me.
“I’m sure you will make me proud,” she said.
I could only stare at the document in speechless silence.
I had just become a millionaire. And I was only about two hundred million dollars in assets away—cash and otherwise—from officially becoming a billionaire.
~
The three-hour-long gathering finally ended. Family friends and the guests who had left the night before had dropped off their gifts, which now piled up in my room. I barely noticed them.
I headed straight for the massive bathroom attached to my equally massive bedroom, lifted the toilet seat, and pulled out my cock.
I had watched enough porn to know exactly what to do. I stroked myself hard and fast with no lubrication. In just ten seconds, I was cumming.
Judge me all you want. I was thirteen.
The ecstasy that washed over me was intense. I barely registered the notifications that appeared in my vision.
As soon as the first orgasm faded, I started again. But no matter how much I tried, my dick grew softer until it was just a limp stub.
I knew this too. The refractory period.
I returned to my room, opened my computer, and went straight to a porn site featuring a busty woman with a young man.
What? I was thirteen. Chicks with giant tits were all I could think about.
It didn’t take long before I was hard again. Since I couldn’t carry the computer to the toilet, I grabbed a box of tissues, wrapped several around my penis, and continued.
It wasn’t as satisfying as skin on skin, but I lasted about thirty seconds—mostly because I had cum less than a minute earlier.
More notifications appeared. I ignored them again, planning to check everything later at once.
I watched the rest of the video for the remaining ten minutes and came three more times.
By the end, I was huffing and panting, my left arm exhausted. My dick ached, and that fifth load had likely emptied my reserves.
I stood, discarded the tissues, and collapsed onto my bed. Only then did I finally check the notifications.
A satisfied smile spread across my face. The hard work had paid off.
At least now I knew exactly how to level up.