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"Lust system": Rise of the Harem lord

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After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content
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Chapter 1 - System

Darkness.

That was the last thing Elias Gray remembered. Not the truck. Not the blood. Not the awkward position he died in.

Just... pure, black nothing.

Until a voice broke the silence.

"Would you like to live again?"

He blinked. Or at least, he thought he did. His body didn't seem to exist anymore, but the voice—it was smooth. Feminine. Dripping with temptation.

"Who the hell…?" he muttered.

"Answer quickly. You're running out of spiritual tether."

"What? I died? This is... is this the afterlife?"

"More like a detour. Answer the question, Elias Gray. Yes or no?"

"…Yeah. Sure. I'll take another shot at life. Got nothing better to do."

The voice chuckled, low and sultry.

"Then you are now bound to the Sex System. Congratulations. Virgin death is so... tragic."

Before he could respond, a blinding flash hit him like a slap to the face.

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BOOM!

The world erupted into colour. Heat. Sound. Pain.

Elias landed flat on his back on a stone floor, cold as ice. He gasped, staring up at a moonlit sky painted in crimson streaks. Weird constellations glowed. There were two moons. Two.

"…Shit. This isn't Earth."

A panel flashed in front of his eyes, glowing gold like a game UI:

> [Sex System Activated]

Welcome, Host: Elias Gray

Virgin Rebirth Bonus: +10 Charm, +1 Libido Skill

Quest: Seduce your first partner within 24 hours or die again.

"What the actual fu—"

Crash!

A wooden door to his left burst open. A girl stumbled into the room. Elf ears, messy white hair, torn cloak. She was panting hard, blood on her lip. Barely dressed. Her green eyes locked onto his.

"You!" she snapped. "What are you doing in my escape tunnel?!"

Elias sat up slowly. "I… just woke up here."

She glanced down. Her eyes widened. "You're naked!"

He blinked. "Oh… I am."

Her face flushed red. But the danger in her eyes didn't fade. "Damn it. You're not one of them, are you?"

"Them?"

Footsteps echoed down the corridor behind her. Heavy. Armoured.

Her panic deepened. "Look—if you're not with them, either help me fight or distract them. Or I leave you to die."

> [System Notice: Potential First Partner Detected - Compatibility 86%]

> Name: Lirael – Rogue Elven Princess

Mood: Defensive. Flustered. Slightly aroused.

Elias' heart thumped.

She grabbed his arm. "Fine. You're pretty enough to sell it. Come here."

"Wait, what—?"

She pushed him to the ground, climbed on top of him, and yanked a fur pelt from the corner to cover their bodies just as two armoured soldiers stormed in.

"Where'd she go?!" one growled.

The other squinted. "Just a couple of villagers screwing in the tunnel. Disgusting."

Elias couldn't move. Lirael's body pressed tight against his, breath warm on his cheek.

She whispered, "Don't talk. Stay hard. Act like I'm your lover."

> [System Notification: First Partner Engaged – Initiating Trial Seduction...]

> Progress: 5%

His mind spun. This had to be a dream. A damn good one.

But the soldiers finally turned and walked out, spitting curses.

Lirael stayed still for a moment, then pulled back—barely.

Her expression had shifted. Curious. Hungry.

"You've got good instincts for someone who just woke up naked," she murmured, her eyes on his lips.

Elias couldn't look away. Her thighs were still around his waist.

"I'm Elias," he said dumbly.

"Lirael," she replied. "I don't know what you are… but you're mine until we're out of this hellhole."

> [Quest Progress: 27%]

> Lirael's Arousal Rising...

Elias sat up slowly after Lirael climbed off him. She adjusted her cloak, her cheeks still flushed, but her expression had turned... intrigued.

"You're not just a regular guy, are you?" she asked, tilting her head.

"I don't even know what I am," Elias muttered. "I was dead. Now I'm here. And I have this weird system talking to me about charm and... libido."

> [System Notification]

Quest Complete: First Seduction Successful

Reward: Skill Unlocked – Hands of Pleasure (Level 1)

New Quest: Make Lirael Moan (Optional Bonus XP)

Elias blinked. "What the hell is Hands of Pleasure?"

> [Skill Description: Your touch sends waves of pleasure through the target's body. Mild effect at Level 1. Increases with emotional connection or arousal.]

Before he could process, Lirael stepped close again. Her eyes searched his, not in fear anymore, but curiosity.

"You have magic," she said simply. "I felt it when you touched me. It… tingled."

"Didn't mean to," Elias said, palms raised.

She smirked. "Didn't say I minded."

They both flinched as a scream echoed above. A boom followed. The ceiling cracked.

"We need to move," Lirael said quickly, grabbing his arm. "This place is crawling with Red Fangs."

"Red what now?"

"Slavers. Bandits. Monsters in human skin." Her voice tightened. "They're hunting me. You just got dragged into it."

> [System Alert: New Zone Unlocked – Ravaged Ruins of Varellia]

As they ran through the tunnels, Elias noticed how the stone walls flickered with strange glowing moss. His bare feet slapped against the floor. Lirael tossed him a cloak from a broken shelf. It was rough and smelled like ash, but better than running around naked.

They reached an old wooden ladder. She gestured. "Climb."

He did. The hatch opened to a ruined temple courtyard under two blood-red moons. Statues were broken. Fires burned in the distance.

Then—howl. Not a wolf. Something darker. Twisted.

From the shadows, three armored men emerged. Blood-smeared armor, twisted smiles. One licked his blade. "Well well… found our little princess."

Lirael drew twin daggers. Her face turned cold. "Get behind me, Elias."

But something in him stirred. Not fear. A pulse. The System buzzed in his mind.

> [Activate Skill: Hands of Pleasure?]

Target: Lirael (Currently: High tension. Hidden arousal. Trust forming...)

> Yes / No

He hesitated. Then—yes.

His hand brushed her lower back. A spark jolted through his fingertips.

Lirael gasped. Her breath caught. Her eyes widened—but not in anger. Her legs shifted, her stance firmed. "What… was that?"

"A boost," Elias said simply. "Don't ask. Just go."

She didn't. She rushed forward, blades flashing.

Steel clashed. Blood sprayed.

The first bandit screamed, clutching his throat as it opened wide. The second lunged—Lirael twisted, slashed under his ribs. The third caught her leg with a mace. She dropped, hissing.

Elias moved without thinking. Grabbed a loose stone. Slammed it into the man's head. Once. Twice. Blood splattered his face.

The man dropped like a sack.

Lirael stared up at him. "You've got guts, Elias."

He panted, shaking. "I just… didn't want you to die."

Then her eyes narrowed—not angry. Curious. Her breath hitched. "That feeling again..."

> [Lirael Affection +12]

[Harem Bond Forming… 17%]

She stood, limping. "We'll rest inside the temple. Then I want answers."

They ducked into the crumbling stone walls. She lit a small blue flame with a crystal. Her cloak dropped to the floor.

"You saved me," she said softly, sitting beside him. "Touched something inside me. That's rare."

Elias looked away. "I didn't mean to mess with your emotions."

"You didn't." Her eyes gleamed in the firelight. "You made me feel alive again."

Silence. Then she leaned in. Close.

"I owe you," she whispered. "Let me repay you... in a way only I can."

> [System Warning: You are entering Intimate Zone – Consent Detected]

[Do you wish to proceed?]

Yes / No