Outside the motel, Kitsune had already lit her next cigarette. She leaned against the same graffiti-covered wall, long purple-magenta hair swaying in the warm night breeze as she took a slow drag. Golden eyes narrowed toward the flickering neon sign of Room 214.
"What's taking so long to kill a low-life?" she muttered, blowing smoke toward the sky. "Wolfie's usually in and out in two minutes…"
Inside the cheap motel room, the air was thick and stale — heavy with the scent of sweat, cheap perfume, and fresh sex. The bedside lamp cast harsh yellow light across the rumpled sheets and the naked bodies on the floor.
Leo stood frozen in the middle of the room, amber eyes wide with uncertainty. A deep, calm, slightly growling male voice echoed only inside his head, smooth and predatory like a wolf whispering in the dark.
[Lone Wolf Reclamation System]
Host detected.Unique condition fully analyzed.Predator's Hunger Protocol activated.
No one else could hear it. No one else could see the sleek, dark-blue holographic screen floating in front of Leo's face.
The thug — still completely naked, hairy ass and limp cock on full display — was slowly dragging his broken body toward the door.
Sweat poured down his back, mixing with the prostitute's juices still glistening on his thighs. Pain and humiliation burned in his eyes as he crawled, whimpering, desperate to escape.
The prostitute remained curled up on the bed, cheap white sheet clutched to her massive fake breasts, but something had changed. Her cheeks were flushed deep red. Her breathing was faster. Her thighs pressed together tightly, and her eyes — no longer just scared — held a strange, hungry glint as she stared at Leo.
"Sir… he's escaping…" she squeaked nervously, voice shaky but urgent.
The thug froze mid-crawl. His naked body trembled with rage. He whipped his head toward the woman, face twisted in betrayal.
"Why the fuck do you care, you crazy bitch?!" he snarled.
Leo's veined hand shot out like lightning. He grabbed the thug by the back of the neck and yanked him backward across the cheap carpet with zero effort. The man wailed in rage and pain as Leo's boot slammed into his temple with precise force.
Thud.
The thug's body went limp, knocked out cold, sprawled naked on the floor facing the bed.
Leo sighed, running a hand through his messy black hair. "What a rookie mistake… losing focus like that."
His amber eyes shifted to the prostitute.
She was still curled up, but her nipples were visibly hard under the thin sheet, poking against the fabric. A fresh sheen of arousal glistened between her slightly parted thighs. Her full lips were parted, breathing shallow and quick. The fear was still there… but so was raw, shameless hunger.
Leo chuckled low, the sound dark and dangerous.
"She actually got turned on… what a freak."
Just then, the blue holographic screen pulsed brighter. New text scrolled across it in clean, glowing letters while the same deep voice spoke directly into Leo's mind.
[Trial Quest Activated]
Special Notice: First-time Host detected.
Primary conditions not fully met, but partial conditions satisfied:
• Witnessed a live sexual act (Hot)
• Host felt an intense desire
• Host felt crushing despair when denied
Trial Quest: First FeedingObjective: Make the frightened prostitute in front of you perform an oral blowjob on you.
Rules:
• Just like you witnessed the act before, position the knocked-out thug so he can "watch."
• Humiliate him. Show your dominance.
• Make her worship your cock while he lies there useless.
•Complete the act, and the System will unlock full rewards + complete explanation of the Reclamation System.
Reward on Completion:
• $8,000 (untraceable deposit)
•500 System Points
• Full System Tutorial + Shop Access
Failure: Hunger Backlash (24-hour curse intensification)
The blue screen hovered there, calm and glowing, waiting for his decision.
Leo's breath caught in his throat.
He didn't give a single fuck about the thug bleeding on the floor or the terrified woman on the bed. The only thought burning in his head was the first blowjob. Real. Actual. Mouth on his cock.
A dark, expectant smirk tugged at his lips. Who the hell rewards you for getting a blowjob? He thought. Eight thousand dollars? Bullshit.
But then the doubt hit him like a truck.
What if I can't get hard again?
He had lived through that nightmare too many times—countless nights with Chics grinding on him, desperate and dripping. The hottest girls on campus are throwing themselves at him. His dick always stayed soft, dead, disappointing. A sleeping turtle.
The blue screen pulsed once.
The host does not need to worry.Please proceed.
Leo stared at the floating text, amber eyes narrowing. What if this is actually possible…? A literal glowing screen was hovering in front of his face that nobody else could see. If that was real… maybe the hunger was real too.
He made his choice.
First, he dragged the unconscious thug across the cheap carpet by the ankle, muscles flexing under his black tactical hoodie. Using the thug's own belt, torn bedsheets, and the lamp cord, Leo tied him brutally tight to the wooden chair beside the bed — arms pinned behind his back, legs spread wide, head forced forward so he had a perfect view of the bed.
Then Leo stuffed a balled-up pair of the thug's own dirty boxers into his mouth and wrapped another strip of sheet around it as a gag.
Satisfied, Leo slapped the man's face hard.
Smack.
The thug's eyes fluttered open, dazed and blurry. The second his vision cleared, and he saw Leo's devilish golden-amber eyes and that cold smile, he started thrashing violently against the ropes, muffled shouts vibrating through the gag. Mmmph! Mmmph!
Leo turned away from him like he was nothing.
He walked slowly toward the prostitute.
She was still curled up on the bed, the thin white sheet clutched desperately to her chest, but it did almost nothing to hide her. Blonde hair, messy and sticking to her flushed cheeks. Heavy fake breasts rising and falling fast. Nipples visibly stiff against the fabric. Her thighs pressed together, but Leo could already see the fresh sheen of wetness glistening on her inner thighs.
"Hey there," he said softly, voice low and calm, almost gentle. "What's your name?"
The woman trembled, eyes wide. "C-Crystal…"
Leo nodded, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face — the same devilish smirk that made women weak.
"A perfect hooker name."
He leaned in closer, one hand gently brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, fingers tracing down her flushed cheek. Crystal shivered violently at the touch.
"Tell me the truth, Crystal," Leo murmured, golden eyes locked on hers. "You're excited right now… aren't you?"
Crystal's breath hitched. She tried to speak, but only a shaky whimper came out. "W-What do you mean…?"
She cursed herself in her head. This was supposed to be another boring night with a pathetic thug. Then this insanely handsome stranger had kicked the door in like a wolf.
At first, she'd been terrified for her life… but the longer the situation dragged on, the hotter the strange, shameful heat burned between her thighs. Her pussy was already soaking again.
The thug's muffled shouting grew louder as he finally regained full consciousness, eyes bulging with rage and humiliation as he watched Leo touching his paid whore.
Leo glanced at him over his shoulder.
"Ah… you woke up. Perfect timing."
He turned back to Crystal. The hand that had been gently caressing her face suddenly slid down to her slender throat. His veined fingers wrapped around it firmly — not choking, but enough to make her eyes widen in panic. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, trying desperately to pull him off, nails digging into his skin.
It didn't budge even an inch.
Leo held her there for two long, terrifying seconds… then released.
Crystal gasped loudly, chest heaving, tears of fear and shameful arousal shining in her eyes.
Before she could recover, Leo's hand shot into her messy blonde hair, fingers tightening into a fist. He yanked her head down hard, forcing her face right against the front of his black cargo pants.
The thick outline of his still-soft cock pressed against her cheek through the fabric.
"Smell it…" Leo ordered, voice low and commanding. "Feel it."
Crystal's hot, panicked breath fanned across his crotch. Her full lips trembled only inches away from his dick as the tied-up thug watched helplessly from the chair, screaming muffled curses into his gag.
The blue screen pulsed brighter, waiting.
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