The heavy oak door clicked shut, leaving me entirely alone in the massive master bedroom.
The lingering scent of sweet perfume and the dampness on the hardwood floor were the only evidence that my clingy stepsister had even been here.
I tossed a spare towel over the wet puddle and threw myself back onto the massive four-poster bed.
My mental stamina was drained from dealing with the Matriarchs, but my other part was buzzing with excitement about the points I gained.
It was time to spend my hard-earned currency.
"System," I muttered into the quiet room.
"Open the Shop."
A glowing blue holographic interface instantly shattered the darkness. The layout was incredibly sleek, resembling a high-end modern RPG menu hovering right above my face.
[ System Shop Unlocked ]
[ Current Balance: 260 Taboo Points ]
I swiped through the air, completely ignoring the basic stat boosts. Paying 50 points for minor physical strength was useless right now.
I was isolated among high-circle mages. I did not need muscles to survive. I needed leverage and absolute control.
I opened the [ Passive Skills & Upgrades ] tab and scrolled through the premium options.
[ Item: Mind Shield (Lv. 1) ]
[ Cost: 150 TP ]
[ Description: Grants basic resistance against low-level telepathy. ]
[ Item: Aura Concealment ]
[ Cost: 250 TP ]
[ Description: Hides your exact mana signature from low & mid level mages. ]
[ Item: Silver Tongue ]
[ Cost: 200 TP ]
[ Description: Increases the success rate of lies and manipulation by 10%. ]
They were solid choices, but my entire system revolved around committing absolute taboos. I scrolled further until a specific, crimson-colored icon caught my eye.
[ Passive Upgrade: Addictive Cum ]
[ Type: Biological / Slight Mind Control ]
[ Cost: 250 Taboo Points ]
[ Description: Permanently modifies the Host's genetic fluids. Any target who receives or ingests the Host's seed will immediately experience a mind-shattering wave of euphoric dependency. Repeated exposure will completely override the target's logic, loyalty, and willpower, reducing them to an obedient, craving addict bound only to the Host. ]
I stared at the floating screen, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my face. This was an absolute game-changer.
My oldest stepbrother, Cassius, was the arrogant bastard who originally pushed me into the ravine.
He was currently distracted elsewhere on the estate, busy training with the Vanguard Knights. That left his beautiful, high-born wife, Lady Eleanor, completely vulnerable.
Corrupting Cassius's flawless wife right under the Matriarchs' noses would generate thousands of points.
Seducing a noblewoman was incredibly risky, but if she was hopelessly addicted to me, the very concept of betrayal became physically impossible.
I tapped the glowing red purchase button.
[ Transaction Confirmed. ]
[ 250 Taboo Points Deducted. ]
[ Current Balance: 10 Taboo Points. ]
A sudden, searing wave of heat pooled directly in my lower abdomen. It felt like liquid fire rushing through my veins, rewriting my biology on a cellular level. Ten seconds later, the heavy throbbing faded into a comfortable, simmering warmth.
[ Biological Modification Complete. ]
[ Passive Upgrade 'Addictive Cum' is now permanently active. ]
A lethal, highly addictive weapon was now loaded and ready. Lady Eleanor was already here on the estate, and I was simply waiting for her to fulfill my earlier command to visit my room.
I just had to make sure my schedule was completely clear to give my sister-in-law an unforgettable welcome.
My dark thoughts were abruptly cut short by a soft, hesitant scratching sound.
Knock. Knock.
I glanced at the clock. It was well past midnight.
"May... may I come in, Master?" a quiet, muffled voice leaked through the thick wood.
It was entirely too timid to be Elara.
I walked silently across the room and pulled the door open just enough to look outside. Standing in the dimly lit hallway was Chloe, my personal maid.
She was a petite nineteen-year-old commoner girl wearing her standard black and white maid uniform. She stood with her hands clasped tightly over her apron, holding a warm silver towel.
"I apologize for the late intrusion, Master Kael," Chloe whispered, keeping her gaze respectfully lowered. "I came to see if you required a warm washcloth or any late-night assistance before bed."
I silently called upon the system.
[ Target: Chloe (Personal Maid of the Third Young Master) ]
[ Age: 19 ]
[ Affection Level: 75 / 100 (Deep Pity, Loyal Devotion) ]
[ Arousal Level: 05 / 100 (Slightly nervous) ]
An incredibly satisfied smirk formed on my lips. Under the old Kael, Chloe functioned as his only caretaker. Her affection was built purely on pity. She had zero magical power and zero defenses.
I needed a completely safe, isolated test subject to see exactly how fast this euphoric dependency took over a human brain. And my perfectly obedient maid had just delivered herself right to my doorstep.
"You have absolutely perfect timing, Chloe," I murmured. My glowing red eyes dragged deliberately over her petite frame. I pulled the door wide open.
"I actually require a very specific type of late-night assistance."
Chloe swallowed hard, a fresh wave of pink flushing her cheeks. "Of course, Master. What do you need me to do?"
"First," I whispered, stepping back as she entered. Click. "Lock the door."
The heavy lock echoed sharply in the quiet bedroom.
Chloe clutched the warm towel against her apron, her large emerald green eyes darting nervously around the space.
"Is everything alright, Master Kael?" she asked. "Did the Matriarchs..."
It was almost too easy to manipulate her genuine loyalty.
I let out a ragged sigh, instantly dropping the predatory smirk and replacing it with a mask of physical exhaustion. I slumped slightly and walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down heavily.
"They were intense today, Chloe," I muttered hoarsely, perfectly mimicking Kael's defeated tone. I leaned forward, running a hand through my hair.
Her maternal instincts flared immediately. She hurried over and knelt on the hardwood floor, looking up at me with immediate pity.
"Did they hurt you, Master?" she whispered.
"Where are you injured? I can fetch the healing salve."
"No salve," I interrupted softly. I let out a sharp hiss of fake pain and rested my hand against my thigh, just beside my crotch.
"It's my lower abdomen. The First Mother forced a chaotic surge of mana into my system. I managed to suppress it, but all the raw energy pooled downward."
I locked my glowing red eyes onto hers.
"Chloe," I whispered, my voice thick with feigned distress. "My dick hurts too much. The pressure is completely unbearable. What should I do?"
Chloe froze. The absolute shock of my crude statement short-circuited her brain. Her eyes dropped instinctively to my lap before snapping back to my face.
Her cheeks and neck instantly burned a violent crimson.
"Y-Your..." she stammered, completely failing to repeat the word.
"It burns, Chloe," I continued relentlessly, leaning slightly closer.
"It feels like it is going to explode. I don't know how to relieve this much mana pressure alone. It just hurts."
[ Target: Chloe (Personal Maid of the Third Young Master) ]
[ Mental State: Extreme Embarrassment conflicting with Deep Maternal Pity. ]
[ Arousal Level: 20 / 100 (Flustered, hyper-aware of Host's anatomy.) ]
She swallowed hard, her chest heaving. Her deep-seated loyalty was going to war with her commoner modesty.
"I am just a maid, Master," she squeaked, wringing her hands together. "I do not have any healing magic to siphon the mana."
"I don't need magic, Chloe," I whispered, gently cupping her burning cheek. "I just need relief. I need someone to help me get it out. Please."
I watched the conflict in her eyes finally break. The sheer weight of my feigned vulnerability completely shattered her reservations. She was too conditioned to protect Kael to refuse a direct plea for help.
"Okay," Chloe breathed, leaning into my palm and completely submitting.
"Okay, Master Kael. I will help you. Just tell me what to do."
I leaned back on the mattress, parting my legs just enough to give her clear access. "Just take it out, Chloe," I instructed softly, maintaining my ragged, pained breathing.
"Please. I need it out."
Her trembling hands hovered in the air for a painfully long second. Swallowing hard, she slowly reached toward the waistband of my dark trousers.
Her delicate fingers brushed against the fabric, her breathing shallow and incredibly erratic.
With heavy hesitation, she fumbled with the clasp. Inch by inch, she pulled the fabric downward, slowly pushing my pants and undergarments past my thighs.
The moment my heavy, fully aroused length sprang free into the cool air of the bedroom, Chloe let out a sharp, audible gasp.
She fell back slightly on her heels, her large emerald green eyes widening in absolute, unadulterated shock.
The original Kael had been a pathetic, malnourished weakling, but the System had clearly optimized my physical biology in more ways than just stamina.
What she was currently staring at was a thick, monstrous, vein-ridged dick, entirely flushed with heat and already weeping a heavy drop of clear pre-release fluid from the tip.
"Master..." she whispered, her voice trembling violently as a potent mix of innocent fear and involuntary fascination washed over her flushed face.
[ Target: Chloe (Personal Maid) ]
[ Mental State: Overwhelmed by physical proportions. ]
[ Arousal Level: 35 / 100 (Rapid biological response detect)]
AN: See You At The Next Chapter.