Liselotte stood before the gleaming [Create Custom Curse] panel, feeling the pure, unbridled excitement of an old RPG spreadsheet veteran coursing through her veins.
Her slender, black demonic tail writhed in the air, sensually brushing against the inner side of her thigh, while her long elven ears twitched with every beat of her heart.
The counter displayed a pathetic 15 CP.
Fifteen measly little points and a wardrobe packed with four hundred and twenty-seven latex corsets, stockings, collars, riding crops, whips, and magical adult toys.
“In any self-respecting game, a flaws-and-merits system can be ruthlessly milked, as long as you know exactly what to look for,” she muttered to herself, her full, crimson lips stretching into a cunning smile. “The amateur mistake is taking curses that directly cripple your primary role. You never take mana penalties if you're a mage. You never take blindness if you have to aim spells. But if you're a pure, backline support...”
She tilted her head, and her ruby eyes with their vertical slits flashed with perverse calculation.
“If your sole role on the battlefield is to stand behind a powerful Demon King, cast shields, heal, and pump them full of buffs... then why the hell do you need a sword? Why do you need plate armor? Why do you even need the ability to survive on your own, when you've already handed your entire life and free will over to someone else?”
With those words, the girl placed her hands on the virtual console. It was time to monetize her own psychological deviances and convert them into this world's hardest currency.
She began typing with the speed of a machine gun, weaving together the most humiliating, erotic, and restrictive ideas swirling in her head.
The first bundle pertained to what she already fully intended to wear:
“Curse of Attire and Exposure: My body permanently rejects conventional protective clothing and trousers. The lower half of my attire must consist exclusively of skirts, dresses, or specialized maid uniforms. My legs can never be fully covered by armor or thick fabric - only stockings, garters, suspender belts, or elegant ball gowns are permitted. Furthermore, my feet may touch the ground exclusively entirely barefoot or in high heels; any practical, flat combat footwear is strictly locked to me.”
After typing all of that, the girl clicked analyze.
The system digested the text in a fraction of a second, breaking it down into three precise, interlocking restrictions:
[Custom Curses Synthesized:]
[Skirts Only] - The host permanently loses the ability to wear trousers and garments outside the dress/skirt category.
[+70 CP]
[Bare Legs] - The host's legs must remain in constant exposure; only hosiery, harnesses, or ball gowns are permissible.
[+80 CP]
[Heels or Barefoot] - Total lock on flat and combat footwear. Only high heels or bare feet are permitted.
[+90 CP]
“Two hundred and forty points just for looking like a lewd maid out of an erotic novel?” Liselotte giggled, her heavy bust bouncing enticingly. “I wasn't planning on wearing any long johns or clunky combat boots anyway! More, please!”
The next paragraph addressed direct combat and physicality:
“Curse of Fragility and Disarmament: I forfeit any and all capacity for melee combat. My hands cannot wield a sword, dagger, spear, axe, or any other weapon designed to inflict direct physical damage. I may only utilize weapons intended for mages. Additionally, my natural physical resistance and muscle density are reduced to the absolute bare minimum, rendering me completely defenseless against physical force.”
[Custom Curses Synthesized:]
[Unarmed Servant] - Permanent prohibition on the use of bladed and blunt weapons. Equipment restricted to magical weaponry.
[+180 CP]
[Delicate Constitution] - Drastic reduction of natural resistance to physical damage, contusions, and lacerations.
[+150 CP]
“Three hundred and thirty points!” the girl clapped her hands in sheer delight. “A support mage swinging a sword is a statistical aberration anyway. Why do I need physical defense when I have healing, and an armored Demon King will be standing right in front of me?”
Now it was time for the darkest, most shameful part of her nature - traits she had been terrified to even think out loud about in her previous life. Since she was going to be a mascot and a submissive toy, she decided to implement mechanisms that would completely obliterate her ability to ever feign being cold and unapproachable.
She typed the following conditions into the editor:
“Sensory and Behavioral Curses: My body permanently loses the ability to mask emotions associated with shame and arousal - the blush on my cheeks and ears must be instantaneous, highly visible, and impossible to conceal. My skin continuously secretes a natural, sweet scent containing a mild aphrodisiac, betraying my sexual arousal. Furthermore, my body demands regular achievement of orgasm; prolonged deprivation is to induce escalating concentration issues and painful chaos within my mana flow. And finally... the absence of pain, spankings, or intense physical stimuli for an extended period is to plunge me into a state of irritability, anxiety, and a dull hunger for discipline.”
A prolonged, quiet hum echoed through the hall, as if the Dominion Trial algorithm had to momentarily reboot its own logical protocols just to process the sheer level of aberration it was dealing with.
A series of crimson notifications flashed before Liselotte's eyes:
[Custom Curses Synthesized:]
[Blushing Curse] - Complete loss of control over facial and aural reactions during embarrassment, fluster, or arousal.
[+60 CP]
[Succubus Perfume] - Constant, passive emission of pheromones during states of excitement with a mild aphrodisiac effect. Permanent effect, impossible to mask.
[+90 CP]
[Scheduled Release] - Physiological compulsion for regular sexual release. Prolonged abstinence results in severe penalties to focus and mana control.
[+220 CP]
[Pain Craving] - Development of an addiction to pain and intense stimulation. The absence of corporal punishment induces irritability and a drop in efficiency.
[+240 CP]
[PROFILE ANALYSIS COMPLETE.]
[System Alert: Does the participant retain full sanity while configuring the vessel? An accumulation of curses has been registered that classifies the subject as an extremely behaviorally unstable entity.]
[Total accrued Creation Points: +1170 CP!]
[Current balance: 1185 CP!]
Liselotte let out a silvery laugh, and her pointed ears flushed with their first, delicate blush.
“Sanity? Darling, I have never been more lucid in my entire life,” she murmured with deep satisfaction, staring at the gold-pulsing number of over a thousand points.
The catalog of clothes and toys had already been bought out in its entirety. Now came the moment every self-respecting gamer lived for - the moment when points were transmuted into raw power.
She closed the curse editor and, with a single swipe of her hand, opened the skill tree: [Talents].
As a Support, she did not have access to the devastating offensive talents of the Demon Kings.
However, Liselotte was still hunting for an anomaly.
Something that, normally in her old world, would have completely broken the foundations of the game engine. And after a mere few seconds of filtering, her gaze landed on a gold-and-purple icon depicting overlapping runic rings.
[Unique Class Talent: Amplification]
Cost: 500 CP
Type: Passive / Transgressive
Description: The fundamental law of the Dominion Trial dictates that identical enhancing effects (Buffs) cannot be applied multiple times to the same target - the newer effect overwrites the older one or simply refreshes its duration.
Talent Effect: The host COMPLETELY IGNORES this systemic restriction. All buff spells cast by the Host upon allies may be freely accumulated (stacked), adding their numerical values together without any repetition limit, provided the Host's mana reserves allow it.
Limitations: The talent DOES NOT WORK on the Host herself (she cannot buff herself). The talent DOES NOT ALLOW the stacking of identical weakening effects (Debuffs) on enemies (debuffs are subject to standard system rules - different debuffs may coexist, but the same one cannot be duplicated).
Liselotte froze perfectly still, her ruby pupils dilating to their absolute limits.
“Oh... my... God,” she whispered, feeling her heart leap into her throat.
This wasn't just a good talent.
After all, in any game where buffs provided flat percentages - for example, +10% to strength or +15% to speed - the complete absence of a stacking limit meant the immediate, catastrophic destruction of game balance.
A standard support could cast one buff on their warrior and wait for it to expire. But her?
Thanks to her elven and succubus natural mana pool, she could stand behind her Mistress and cast the exact same spell four, five, ten times in a row!
Empower: Strength +10%... cast five times, that was +50% to strength! Haste: Speed +15%... cast four times, that was +60% to attack speed and reaction time!
Out of a single, strong Demon King, she could - in a matter of a dozen seconds - forge an unstoppable killing machine, a god of war who would scythe through enemy armies like dry grass!
“Buy! Immediately!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
[Deducted: 500 CP.]
[Unique Talent Unlocked: Amplification!]
[Remaining balance: 685 CP.]
She had almost seven hundred points left - the perfect amount to formulate a complete arsenal of several spells.
Liselotte hopped over to the [Skills] tab and began selecting spells, specifically curating her toolkit for maximum synergy with her new talent.
CLICK.
[Greater Heal - Cost: 80 CP]
Powerful, instantaneous healing of a single target.
CLICK.
[Regeneration - Cost: 70 CP]
Prolonged healing distributed over time.
CLICK.
[Empower - Cost: 90 CP]
A foundational buff increasing a selected stat.
CLICK.
[Haste - Cost: 90 CP]
Increases movement speed, reaction time, and muscular dynamics.
CLICK.
[Greater Barrier - Cost: 100 CP]
A massive, spherical kinetic-magical shield cast on a single ally, absorbing devastating blows.
CLICK.
[Mana Infusion - Cost: 110 CP]
Enables to freely transfer magical energy to or from an ally's reserves.
CLICK.
[Weakness - Cost: 60 CP]
A foundational debuff lowering the physical strength and damage output of an enemy.
CLICK.
[Allure - Cost: 80 CP]
A succubus mental manipulation spell. Lowers vigilance, weakens enemy psychological resistance, and induces involuntary distraction of the opponent on the battlefield.
[Deducted: 680 CP.]
[Remaining balance: 5 CP.]
[Starting set of Skills and Talents successfully integrated into the Soul Record.]
Liselotte rested her hands on her narrow hips, panting in quiet awe.
It was an absolute masterpiece.
From the perspective of any other human being, her status sheet looked like an absurd, suicidal joke: a defenseless, fragile girl in highly provocative attire, teetering on heels, shackled by a curse of absolute obedience and a ravenous hunger for orgasms, physically incapable of picking up so much as a kitchen knife from the ground during a fight.
But from the perspective of a Demon King who actually knew how to do the math... she was a walking national treasure.
A Support capable of turning them into an indestructible titan, while simultaneously functioning as the most devoted, submissive servant imaginable.
The final, monumental notification of the creation module flared before her eyes:
[The Vessel Forge process has concluded.]
[Registration of biological and class parameters: COMPLETE.]
[Initialization of the territorial allocation phase...]
[ERROR: Participant lacks authorization to manage territory or a Sovereign Nexus.]
[Activation of the Support Path Protocol: Sovereign Search.]
[Currently scanning for active Demon Kings possessing a unique Retainer Privilege...]
The ebony hall with the crystalline mannequin began to slowly melt into a thick, golden mist. In its place, a gigantic, pulsating list of names and titles unfurled before Liselotte, illuminated by the cold glow of the interface.
The most critical moment had arrived.
It was time to browse the candidates and select the one - the only - woman to whom she would sacrifice her beautiful new body.