The Tyrant Women Should All Tame System
**Author’s Note: ** *Dear reviewers, please be lenient—this is a fictional world. All characters are at least 20 years old and eligible for the martial exams. *
*Mental storage area and character concept zone below—feel free to share what kind of beast-girls you’d like to see!*
"The martial exams are coming up soon! Anyone who hasn’t contracted a beast-girl yet needs to do it immediately—otherwise, you’ll be disqualified from the exams!"
The homeroom teacher stood at the front of the classroom.
He shouted at the students.
They had all just turned twenty.
Inside a closed-off classroom.
"Leon, I know your family is poor."
"No money, no connections, low aptitude."
"You can’t afford to contract a beast-girl."
"So you’re trying to get attention through this kind of stunt, aren’t you?"
"Unfortunately, this world doesn’t reward pity with success."
A mature, beautiful woman stood before him.
Her face was cold as frost.
She mocked the bruised and battered youth.
She appeared to be around thirty-six or thirty-seven.
Long hair cascaded over her shoulders.
Her figure was nothing short of provocative.
Curves strained against the expensive silk robe she wore.
The collar was cut just low enough to reveal her pristine neck.
Her delicate collarbones showed through.
She looked like a beauty who had stepped straight out of a classical painting.
She possessed both timeless elegance and the seductive charm of a fully matured woman.
This was Selena, Evan Blackheart’s mother.
Just moments ago, because the school beauty had exchanged a few words with Leon, Evan had his thugs beat him up.
Selena had come looking for Leon.
She claimed she wanted to "make amends."
In reality, she’d come purely to heap scorn upon him.
*[Ding! Target: Selena. Tyranny Value increased by 17%.]*
*[Ding! Target: Selena. Tyranny Value increased by 21%.]*
*[Ding! Target: Selena. Tyranny Value increased by 23%.]*
This was a world heavily influenced by data and game-like systems.
In this world, women could awaken as beast-girls.
They gained immense power.
Men, on the other hand, could awaken as beast-soul masters.
They gained beast-taming talents.
These talents provided magical energy to their beast-girls.
They assisted them in battle.
The two were inseparable.
When Leon had first transmigrated to this world, he had unexpectedly obtained a system.
It was called "Tyrant Women Should All Tame."
This system would automatically activate upon encountering a "tyrant woman."
It would enter a process of accumulating "Tyranny Value."
Once the Tyranny Value was fully accumulated, he could forcibly contract the target.
Selena was an undeniable powerhouse of a woman.
She had awakened an A-rank beast-soul.
The Lightning Tiger Soul.
Unfortunately, her husband had passed away early.
Without the magical energy support of a beast-soul master, she could not transform.
At present, she was nothing more than an ordinary woman.
Once the Tyranny Value was fully accumulated, Leon would be able to contract this A-rank beast-soul awakener.
The Lightning Tiger Soul itself!
*Madam, you wouldn’t want to become my... plaything, would you?*
Facing Selena’s aggressive condescension, Leon was completely unflustered.
He glanced at the holographic display.
He suppressed the joy rising in his heart.
Instead, he spoke coldly.
"Apologize."
"Make Evan apologize to me personally!"
Leon’s cold voice was deliberately provocative.
"Hmph."
"Do you even know who my Evan is?"
"He’s an S-rank talent."
"A top-tier beast-soul master!"
"He will be revered by all in the future."
"How could someone like him ever apologize to *you*?"
"But then again, you brought this upon yourself."
"Who told you to be so utterly lacking in self-awareness and provoke my precious son?"
Selena’s lips curled into a cruel, malicious smile.
"However, I’m not completely unreasonable."
"Since you’ve already been beaten to this state, I’ll give you a chance."
Selena reached into her bag.
She pulled out a check.
She waved it in front of Leon’s face.
"This is a check for two hundred thousand dollars."
"All you have to do is apologize to my son and promise never to provoke him again."
"And this money is yours."
"Two hundred thousand."
"For people like you, from a poor background... that’s a fortune."
Her words dripped with mockery and derision.
Her gaze filled with undisguised contempt.
"So? Have you made up your mind?"
"Are you choosing dignity—or this two hundred thousand?"