Liselotte stared at the bright red text in absolute stupefaction.
Her long, immaculately smooth elven ears drooped limply alongside her silvery strands, and her thin, black demonic tail curled at her feet into a nervous, tight knot, its small spade tapping against the gleaming surface of the floor.
“Zero…” she choked out, her new, maddeningly sensual voice trembling in the deafening void. “An even, perfectly round, cursed zero points…”
After all, Liselotte considered herself a veteran.
She had spent her entire previous, pathetic life in front of a monitor, analyzing Excel spreadsheets, calculating fractions of percentages, and optimizing builds for pure, ruthless efficiency.
She had always mocked players who wasted points on cosmetics in character creators while completely ignoring stats and mechanics.
And what did she do with the first and most important opportunity of her new life?
She had let herself be completely, utterly carried away by the sexually frustrated, perverse fantasies of a virgin who had suddenly been handed a divine tool of creation.
Instead of leaving herself even a modest reserve for basic healing spells or barriers, she had blown her entire starting pool of one hundred points on creating an Elf-Succubus hybrid just so she could push the breast, hip, and waist sliders to their absolute physical limits!
She now stood in the middle of nothingness as a walking, sex-dripping miracle of nature - a bombshell with delicate skin, thighs practically engineered to lock around someone else's hips, and ruby eyes with vertical slits... but from a systemic perspective, she was nothing more than an empty shell.
“I don't have a single healing skill. Not a single shield. Not even a stupid fireball spell,” she muttered under her breath, nervously scratching the tip of her pointed left ear.
“If I get sent to some powerful Demon King as a Support right now, what am I going to tell him? 'Forgive me, Your Highness, I can't cast a shield on you, but I can stick my ass out very nicely and wag my tail'? He'll abandon me in the first minute!”
Liselotte gritted her teeth, and the old, icy flame of a hardcore gamer ignited in her ruby eyes.
She refused to succumb to panic.
If the system allowed this, it meant there had to be compensatory mechanics hidden somewhere within the interface structure.
Normally, games of this type didn't engineer dead ends directly into the creation module.
She frantically waved her hands, swiping through dozens of tabs in the Vessel Forge.
Traits? They cost points.
Blessings? Absurdly expensive.
Racial Talents? Locked due to insufficient currency.
Her gaze drifted to the very bottom of the list until it landed on a dark red, almost bleeding icon depicting a shattered chain.
[Curses]
“Oho…” she murmured, her heart beating faster.
She clicked the tab without a shadow of hesitation. The screen displayed a long list of pre-made, systemic impairments that offered additional Creation Points in exchange for permanently crippling the character.
Liselotte began scanning the options with the expression of a disgusted critic:
[One-Eyed] - Removes vision in one eye. Reward: +150 CP.
[Lame] - Movement speed reduced by half. Reward: +35 CP.
[Fire Vulnerability] - Fire elemental damage doubled. Reward: +15 CP.
[Brittle Bones] - Susceptibility to fractures increased by 100%. Reward: +25 CP.
“Boring. Hopeless. Not worth it,” she summarized briefly, twisting her full, crimson lips.
“Hideous debuffs for absolute pennies. If I take lameness or blindness, I ruin the entire point of my perfect physique. And elemental vulnerabilities on a battlefield are pure suicide when fighting in a world of swords and magic.”
She was just about to close the tab in resignation when her eyes caught a small text pulsing with gold, hidden in the bottom corner of the interface frame:
[Create Custom Curse]
Liselotte froze upon seeing those words.
“Wait... what is this?”
She tapped the text with her fingertip. A blank, black dialog box with a blinking cursor unfolded before her eyes, and the cold voice of the System echoed directly in her mind:
[Special Function: Custom Curse Creation - A participant on the Support path possesses the unique privilege of independently defining the limitations of their vessel or will]
[Describe the nature of the curse in your own words. The Dominion Trial algorithm will analyze the content, determine its severity, the degree of autonomy lost, and its permanence, and then convert it into an equivalent value in Creation Points.]
[Warning: Accepted curses become an unbreakable component of your Soul Record upon exiting the Vessel Forge.?
An paralyzing silence fell over the hall, broken only by the quiet swish of her demonic tail, which, out of uncontrolled arousal, had begun to lazily brush against her own naked thigh.
Liselotte felt an icy, electrifying shiver run down her spine.
I can write... anything?
In a fraction of a second, two extreme forces violently collided in her mind: the depraved fantasies of a submissive pervert and the cold, ruthless calculation of a min-maxer.
How do you squeeze the maximum amount of points out of a system? In every game based on balancing flaws and merits, there was one simple rule: the greater the loss, the greater the reward.
Minor restrictions yielded minor points. Physical mutilation yielded moderate points. So what exactly would yield an absolutely gigantic, astronomical number of points?
Surrendering everything...
Liselotte approached the levitating panel. Her fingers hovered over the virtual keyboard, and a highly indecent, feverish smile blossomed on her face. She began typing, feeling the blood rush to her head with every passing second as a wave of burning heat flooded her lower belly.
She formulated the words with the precision of a lawyer drafting a pact with the devil:
“Upon binding myself via Covenant to a Demon King, I completely surrender my own autonomy to my Mistress.
The conscious orders of my Mistress become absolute, inviolable law to me. I possess no ability to refuse to execute her command, to oppose her will, to commit treason, to conceal the truth from her, or to unilaterally sever the bond connecting us.
My Mistress receives full, unrestricted authority over my body, my duties, my daily attire, my equipped gear, skill progression, talent selection, traits, and evolution.
My thoughts, emotions, sense of humor, and personality remain my own - I can internally or verbally consider her orders absurd, I can complain, I can feel embarrassment or fear - but I must unconditionally execute every single command.”
When she finished typing, the newborn woman took a deep breath, staring at a text that, under normal circumstances, would have sent any sane person running and screaming.
After all, she had essentially just drafted a voluntary, permanent death warrant for her own free will, officially condemning herself to become someone else's defenseless property.
Liselotte, however, didn't concern herself with such trivial thoughts as she clicked the button: [Analyze].
For several seconds, golden runes swirled across the interface window at breakneck speed. The system was digesting the logical structure of the text, calculating the consequences.
Finally, the screen flashed a deep, ominous purple, and a low, vibrating tone emanated from the speakers of the void:
[Analysis completed successfully.]
[Custom Curse Synthesized:]
[Total Surrender]
[Classification: Extreme Curse / Absolute Submission]
[Durability: Permanent (Irremovable, supersedes purification statuses)]
[Effect: Host surrenders volition of action to the designated Mistress. The conscious commands of the Mistress force direct motor and magical compliance. No possibility of treason, rebellion, or breaking the contract. The Mistress gains access to the modification of parameters, attire, and progression trees of the subordinate unit. The personality of the host remains intact.]
[System Valuation: +1500 Creation Points (CP)]
[WARNING! CRITICAL SYSTEM ALERT!]
Selection of this curse entails the IRREVERSIBLE loss of your status as a free, sentient being. Should you be bound to a sadistic, ruthless, or incompetent Demon King, you will possess zero defensive mechanisms and no avenues of escape.
Are you absolutely certain you wish to permanently seal your fate?
[ YES ] / [ NO ]
The screen pulsed with a bloody red light, and the massive warning text practically screamed for her to use common sense.
Liselotte, however, didn't even blink. Her ruby eyes gleamed with wild, perverse delight, and her heart pounded in her chest like a jackhammer.
A thousand five hundred points?!
A thousand five hundred?!
For something she had fantasized about for her entire pathetic, lonely life?! For having someone strong, powerful, and ruthless take complete responsibility for her, order her to her knees, dress her in whatever they wanted, and turn her into their own private toy, all while she could shamelessly pout and complain under her breath while executing every single command?!
“Oh yes... Yes, yes, yes!” she squealed at the top of her lungs and, without a shadow of hesitation, slammed her hand onto the [ YES ] button.
In that exact moment, a massive, overwhelming pulse of magic surged through her entire body.
On her delicate skin, right below her sternum and nestled between her abundant breasts, an intricate, black-and-gold seal of servitude flared brightly for a fraction of a second before fading, searing itself deeply into her Soul Record.
And the counter in the top right corner danced wildly, jumping from zero to a staggering 1500 CP.
[The Total Surrender curse has been permanently bound to your soul structure.]
[Extreme behavioral anomaly detected.]
[Unprecedented level of enthusiasm toward absolute enslavement registered.]
[Unique Hidden Title Granted: [Hopeless Degenerate]!]
Liselotte blinked, instantly pouting her full lips in a huff.
“Hopeless Degenerate?! Hey, system, I take offense to that! That was pure, cold mathematical calculation! I exchanged the abstract concept of 'free will' for hard systemic currency! That's called resource optimization, you soulless calculator!”
Right beneath her indignation, however, the description of the perks accompanying the new title materialized.
Liselotte dragged her gaze lower, and her pout evaporated in a fraction of a second, replaced by a jaw dropping in sheer amazement.
[Title: Hopeless Degenerate]
Awarded to an entity that has consciously and with unconcealed joy reduced their status to the role of a completely submissive, sexually specialized mascot.
Unlocks unique equipment categories:
- Degenerate Equipment & Master-Controlled Wardrobe - Adult Equipment Inventory & Restraint Arsenal - Succubus Bloodline Compatible Accessories - Starting allocation: Provocative Fantasy Maid Ensemble (Base Variant)
“Alright then…” she muttered, feeling a thick, strawberry blush spread rapidly across her cheeks. “Maybe this title isn't that unfair...”
At that exact moment, a completely new, gigantic equipment shop tab unfolded before her eyes.
At the very top rested an innocent-looking counter:
[Adult Equipment Collection: 18 / 427 unlocked elements]
Liselotte clicked preview. And in that moment, her brain simply ceased to function in logical mode.
A boundless gallery materialized before her ruby eyes, displaying the absolute most sophisticated, sensual, and perverse equipment ever conceived by human or non-human imagination.
There were maid outfits crafted from transparent silk and black latex, exposing buttocks and cleavage to the borders of absurdity; rigid leather corsets reinforced with steel boning and gold fittings; collars adorned with bells, runic engravings, and chain attachments; silk and magical bondage ropes that pulsed with their own internal heat; satin blindfolds, gags, anal plugs infused with vibration magic, dildos of every conceivable size, absurdly high stiletto heels that locked with tiny padlocks, and entire comprehensive sets of bizarre magical toys.
Every single locked bundle cost a mere handful or a few dozen Creation Points.
Her eyes widened in a hypnotic trance, her mouth practically watered, and her hand began to tremble.
Just this one latex set... and maybe those stilettos... oh, and this collar... she thought feverishly, clicking her first purchases.
[Unlocked: Royal Maid Latex Harness - Cost: 50 CP]
[Unlocked: Shakes & Leash - Cost: 40 CP]
“Oh my, what is this?! A magical vibrator?! But that's an absolute must-have! I have to have it!”
CLICK.
[-60 CP]
“And these stockings?! If my Mistress touches me, I'll go crazy with happiness! Buy!”
CLICK.
[-80 CP]
At this point, the final shreds of her common sense were mercilessly crushed beneath an avalanche of pure, perverted amok.
The min-maxer in her head was hogtied, gagged, and thrown into the deepest, darkest basement of her subconscious, while the terminally horny elven succubus seized absolute control of the helm.
Liselotte clicked like a woman possessed, utterly ignoring the prices, bypassing the descriptions, and absorbing page after page of the catalog like it was the universe's most precious treasure.
Buy. Buy everything. I want the entire collection. My Mistress must have a comprehensive selection of tools for my discipline!
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
A dozen minutes of absolute shopping frenzy passed.
Finally, a triumphant, golden system fanfare echoed through the hall:
[CONGRATULATIONS!]
[Full content unlocked: Adult Equipment Collection (427 / 427)!]
[All items have been transferred to your restricted Adult Equipment Inventory.]
Liselotte stood panting, her cheeks burning crimson, smiling blissfully as she wiped a delicate bead of sweat from her forehead.
“Haah... Beautiful. Simply perfect. I am a fully equipped, flawless maid...”
Suddenly, her gaze, entirely by accident, wandered to the top right corner of the interface.
She looked at the Creation Points counter.
Creation Points: 15 / 1500 CP
A deathly silence fell over the boundless, obsidian hall.
Liselotte stood frozen in place for a solid thirty seconds. Her gaze slowly shifted from the number 15 to the list of four hundred and twenty-seven toys, panties, riding crops, whips, harnesses, gags, and vibrators, and then back to the number 15.
The virtual wind didn't blow, but the atmosphere grew thicker than tar.
SMACK!
Liselotte slapped herself directly across her own elegant face with an open palm as hard as she possibly could. The sharp crack of the juicy slap echoed throughout the entire void, and a bright red mark bloomed on her cheek.
“You utter, bottomless, perverted idiot!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, violently tugging at her own long elven ears. “What the hell did you just do?! You were supposed to create the most overpowered, optimized Support in the history of this cursed world, and you just blew a thousand and five hundred points on a fucking adult sex shop!”
She collapsed to her knees, burying her face in her hands. Waves of pure, merciless shame washed over her mind.
After all, her future Mistress didn't need a useless latex-clad whore who, during a life-or-death battle against a giant boss monster, could only squeal, flash her bare ass, and beg for a spanking!
What was the point of owning four hundred and twenty-seven pieces of erotic equipment if she couldn't cast a single actual skill?!
Liselotte sat on the cold floor for a long moment, staring blankly at her naked knees.
And then... she slowly lowered her hands.
Her ruby eyes blinked. Her thin tail twitched, then began to dance happily in the air.
The corners of her full lips twitched, stretching into a wide, incorrigible, absolutely shameless smile.
She shrugged seductively, making her massive bust bounce cheerfully in the process.
“Alright... it happened,” she muttered to herself, standing back up and dusting off her knees. “No use crying over spilled milk. But hey, I have the richest wardrobe in this entire new world. And the points problem? Please... the solution is trivially simple.”
Liselotte marched right back to the panel bearing the red curse icon. A maniacal glint blazed in her eyes - the exact look of a genius who had just discovered an infinite resource loop.
“Since the Curse Creator hands out so many free points for my own perversions... I'll just take even more of them!”