The Tyrant System’s First Divine Beast
Leon was beside himself with excitement.
The Sacred Beast White Tiger.
A legendary existence of unimaginable power.
A mythic-level super being was now his beast-girl?
*Am I dreaming?*
And the best part.
She was bound to him by a soul contract.
Didn’t that mean he could do whatever he wanted?
With a creature on the level of the Four Sacred Beasts?
Leon focused his mind.
He discovered that he could already command Selena freely.
A look of pleasant surprise spread across his face.
The system’s soul contract had far greater control capabilities.
Much more than the standard contracts of this world.
*Alright then.*
*Let’s test just how far this system-enhanced soul contract can go.*
*Wouldn’t want any backlash later.*
"Dear Selena, come over and massage my shoulders."
Leon found a chair and sat down.
Though reluctant, Selena had no choice.
She approached him slowly.
Her white silver hair swayed with each step.
Her fitted snow-white robe whispered against her legs.
The gold sash emphasized her narrow waist.
Her F cup breasts rose and fell with nervous breaths.
Her peach-shaped hips moved with reluctant grace.
Leon’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
*So even though her soul is under my control, she still retains her human consciousness.*
*That’s good, actually.*
*A puppet without self-awareness would be boring to play with.*
Selena stopped behind him.
Her delicate hands hovered over his shoulders.
She hesitated.
Her fingers trembled.
"Do it."
Leon’s voice was cold.
Selena bit her lip.
She placed her hands on his shoulders.
She began to knead gently.
"Mmm, that’s nice!"
Leon closed his eyes.
Her soft hands worked the tension from his muscles.
The feeling was absolutely blissful.
*Before, you were a high-and-mighty noble lady.*
*But now?*
*You’re nothing more than my plaything.*
*If I tell you to go east, you won’t dare go west.*
*If I tell you to massage my shoulders, even if you hate it...*
*What can you do?*
*You still have to obey, don’t you?*
In this world, the strong ruled.
Leon had no money.
No resources.
No connections.
Nothing compared to the offspring of mega-corporations like Evan Blackheart.
Those rich second-generation types sometimes got bored.
They would pick on Leon for entertainment.
Not only that.
Because he hadn’t awakened a strong aptitude, his female classmates and teachers also looked down on him.
With contempt.
That was just how this world worked.
Survival of the fittest.
Money above all.
Unlike female beast-soul awakenings, a male beast-soul master’s talent could actually be developed.
Over time.
With enough resources and elixirs, Leon was confident he could awaken a powerful beast-taming talent.
But reality was cruel.
Without money to improve his aptitude, no beast-girl would even consider him.
That was why he still hadn’t contracted anyone.
High-aptitude beast-girls only chose beast-soul masters from prestigious families.
Wealthy.
Powerful.
Influential.
In this world, plenty of people had more than one beast-girl.
On the flip side, tens of millions of low-aptitude beast-soul masters ended up working in factories.
Doing manual labor.
Or even begging on the streets.
In a world overrun by monstrous beasts, being unable to contract a beast-girl meant being a waste of society.
Someone destined to be weeded out.
People often said there was only one incurable disease in the world.
Poverty.
That saying couldn’t be more true.
And Leon?
He was the poorest student in the entire school.
The laughingstock of everyone.
But fortunately, all his endurance had been worth it.
Leon had bound himself to a powerful "Tyrant Women Should All Tame" system.
In this world where beast-girls reigned supreme, becoming a beast-soul master with a powerful contracted beast-girl meant he could rise to the top.
In a single bound.
Become one of the elite.
And what thrilled Leon even more was that Selena’s final evolution form was none other than one of the Four Sacred Beasts.
The SSS-rank White Tiger!
After all, in this world, S-rank beast-souls were already one in ten thousand.
SSS-rank beast-souls existed only in legend!
The Sacred Beast White Tiger undoubtedly possessed mythical, terrifying combat power.
If he actually succeeded in evolving her, Leon would become a legend himself.
Fame.
Power.
Wealth.
All would come to him!
In this world, absolute strength could surpass wealth.
Or rather, the two complemented each other.
Currently, Selena’s S-rank aptitude was a rarity even in Aurelia City.
If anyone contracted a beast-girl of this caliber, they’d be posting about it all over social media.
Some villages would even throw grand banquets and hang lanterns to celebrate.
An occasion as significant as a man marrying his wife in the world Leon had come from.
"Dear Selena, you’ve done well."
Leon’s voice was smooth.
"Now come sit on my lap."
Leon gazed at the beastified Selena before him.
His eyes burned with intensity.
*This woman.*
*She really is something else.*
As a mature beauty with a hundred-percent head-turning rate, Selena was all too familiar with that kind of look.
Her late husband had been the fourth son of the Blackheart family.
Filthy rich.
An S-rank beast-soul master!
And you?
Just a D-rank beast-soul master!
These days, beast-girls had high standards.
Contracting a male beast-soul master was a lifetime commitment.
Not something to be taken lightly.
Even D-rank beast-girls would look for high-ranked beast-soul masters to contract with.
Even those below D-rank would choose partners with better conditions.
Becoming backups or substitutes.
Waiting for their chance to enter the arena.
*You, Leon?*