by Jason Hale
Chapter 1 - System Initialization
"Really, the life of a palace maid is nothing but sorrow. Why is it that we're the one tasked to dispose of the body?"
"The holy consort's orders cannot be violated, so let's just get this over with."
Two palace maids lamented while dragging the dead body of a slender youth toward the sewers in the dark of night. He looked no older than eighteen with short black hairs stopping at the nape of his neck and a gorgeous, finely chiseled face that would stand out within any crowd.
Alas, the pale and coldness of his body indicated that he was no longer of the living. The two palace maids quickly reached the inner court's sewers and were about to throw the body into it when they felt it tremble within their hands.
"Huh? Did you feel something?"
"Yes, I felt it shake a little. So, it wasn't just me?"
Then, their gaze lowered toward the youth's beautiful face, and they were horrified to see his eyelids trembling.
His eyes sprang open!
"Wooh, waking up to two beauties holding me is always a pleasure, but maybe you should introduce yourselves first?"
The youth jested.
"AAAAAAAARGH!"
"Ghost, undead, undead ghost!"
"Run away!"
A dead body had begun talking. Of course, they were getting the hell out of there. Promptly, they dropped the body and ran at the speed of cheetahs!
In a thud, Konnor fell onto the ground, and slight pain ran through his feeble body.
"Bitches! Did you have to be so brutal? See how I deal with you in the future."
He then sat cross-legged and began reorganizing his thoughts. His memories were fuzzy, and the last thing he recalled was a god sending him into reincarnation after he got cornered by various secret services and attempted to destroy his golden rod.
The memories of the previous body's owner then flooded his body, and in three seconds, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Apparently, he was now in a completely different world ruled by strength, status, and magic. The Holy Flame Empire's inner court was where he stood, and he was a seventeen years old eunuch who had been sold to the palace by his birth parents.
His father was a drunk, his mother was a whore (in all senses of the term), and they chose to sell him to the palace to pay off their many debts. He had always been a quiet child who dreamt of exploring the vast Holy Continent but had received no opportunity to fulfill that dream.
Worse, destiny chose to curse him with something he didn't know how to deal with: Beauty!
From infancy to maturity, he had always been too beautiful. As a human being, he could compete with the Paragon Spirits in terms of looks and was surrounded by excessive jealousy. Men wanted to gut him. Women to bed him, but he was too shy to take advantage of that.
Being sold into the palace and made a eunuch was a form of relief, but who would have expected that fate's cruelty would again attack him. While tending to his duties in the imperial kitchen, he was spotted by one of the Holy Consort's maids and not long after, summoned to her chambers.
The Holy Consort was known as the most beautiful woman of the empire and the emperor's favorite. So, when she ordered him to "service" her, he was horrified, refused, and tried to respectfully take his leave. And offended, the Holy Consort had him caned to death!
"Yo, in what kind of bitchboy did I reincarnate? The country's top beauty wants you to give her head, and you refuse? Serves you right!"
"But man, that is one nasty hoe. If the boy doesn't want you, just let him be. What's the need of caning him to death? Oh well, I suppose I will have to properly thank your insides in the future."
"Bye, bye twenty-first century. Hehehehe!"
Konnor chuckled and stood up. But only then did the realization struck him.
"Wait, wait, wait! Eunuch? Nooo, don't tell me…"
He cupped his groins, looking for his most cherished weapons but…
"NOOOOOOOO!"
Thankfully there was no one in a hundred-meter radius because his howl could wake up even the dead.
"Rod without balls? What the fuck is this bullshit? I didn't sign up for this shit! God give me back my balls!"
But God didn't answer. Instead, it was a hoarse, robotic voice that echoed within his head.
"Harem Building System initialization…"
"Initialization complete…"
"Matching the host's voice…"
"Match completed…"
"Yo man what's up?"
Konnor's eyes widened. Why was a voice suddenly echoing within his head? He looked left and right for a person to blame, but there was no one to be found.
"You can't see me, dumbass. I'm in your head."
Konnor wondered if he had gone insane. But considering that he had been reincarnated into a world of sword and magic by a god…anything was possible.
"Okay, okay, what purpose do you serve?"
"I'm your system. You will have to follow the quests I give you to complete your mission and receive the Happiness God's reward."
"Huh? Oh yeah, he did mention something like that. Okay, what's the deal?"
"Main Quest: Build a harem of ten thousand beauties."
"Ten thousand…"
Konnor's legs trembled, and he collapsed on his butt.
"In my past life, my record was only five hundred. I'm in!"
"Good spirit, yo! I will now connect you to the Harem Building System."
A purple screen with various information then appeared within Konnor's mind and the nature of the system was clarified.
"So let me get this straight. I gain exp for every girl I fuck depending on their quality and cultivation."
"The main quest is divided into ten levels, each with its set of rewards and I also have side quests I can complete for extra boons. I can use my exp to purchase various boons like treasures, cultivation manuals, special abilities, etc. And I have attributes I can check and upgrade."
"Yeah, simple right? Wanna get to work?"
"Sure, but one question. What about my balls and golden rod?!"
"Oh yeah, you have to rebuild them."
Konnor was astonished. How was he supposed to rebuild something he was originally born with? But then the system carried on.
"Main quest, level 1: Screw one girl.
Main Rewards: Harem Seeker Rank, golden rod restoration, cultivation base breakthrough.
Ability Rewards: Ecstasy Fingers and Body Regeneration.
Time frame three hours.
Failure equals system removal."
"Huh? Three hours?"
He had just arrived in this new world and was still reorganizing his thoughts. Now he was given three hours to screw one girl?
"You're on! But wait, wait. How do I do that without my balls?"
"Ignorance. Post-puberty eunuchs can have erections and orgasms. They just can't produce sperm and lose their sexual urges over time. Now go get laid!"
"Oh. By the way, aren't you supposed to be some kind of robotic bullshit? Why do you speak like such a cunt?"
"I'm programmed to speak like the host. That means you!"
Konnor had nothing more to say.
"…Alright, show me my attributes."
"Name: Konnor
Rank: Unranked
Cultivation level: No cultivation
Race: Half-Incubus
Physique: Mortal"
"Half-Incubus?"
"It seems the previous body's owner was actually the son of an incubus demon. Good for you."
"Finally, a body matching my demonism! Alright then, let's get laid!"
...
Time was of the essence and so following his newly gained memories, Konnor first made his way back to the kitchen eunuchs' living quar
ters for a bath. Following that, he set out for prey.
The main issue was that considering the time, most palace maids would be sleeping within their beds. Therefore, it was difficult for him to get his hands on one.
Ten square miles wide, the inner court was a city in its own right and housed far too many people for him to be noticeable. Transportation from a sector to another was mostly done through teleportation circles.
Using his identity token, Konnor used a teleportation circle to go from the eunuch chambers to the palace maids' central courtyard. He originally wanted to target one of those on night duties, but as he made his way past the flower garden, the figure of a dainty young woman appeared within his sight.
Long black hairs falling on a slender waist, a shapely body brimming with the appeal of youth, and a bewitching figure that immediately grabbed attention. As she sat amidst the flowers with her fair skin glittering under the moonlight, Konnor knew that he wanted her.
Chapter 2 - You Can Only Be My Woman (R-18)
"Do I have access to any resources besides your attitude?"
Konnor asked while analyzing the girl from afar.
"I can boost your cultivation to fifth step Initiate Knight which will automatically activate your half-incubus bloodline abilities."
"Why didn't you do that earlier?"
"You didn't ask."
"…"
Others received helpful systems that would properly lay down all their functions. But he received some asshole with a high-school prom queen attitude.
"God, who did I offend?"
"All the husbands whose wives you stole."
"…just work your magic."
"Host's Cultivation increased to fifth step Initiate Knight."
"Bloodline Abilities Unlocked."
"Transformation Skill"
"Female Dream Theft"
Immediately, Konnor could feel a warm stream of energy spreading from within his body into his every organs, bones, and muscles. His entire body was refined, and he went from a feeble youth without the strength to truss a chicken to an arm strength of two hundred kilos.
He then aimed his index at the daydreaming girl and caused an invisible white thread to fly from her forehead and reach his mind.
"To roam the world within the arms of a gentle prince, free and unrestrained."
As the girl's most cherished dreams and desires dived into his mind, Konnor arched his eyebrows.
"That girl would have been a perfect match for the previous body's owner."
He then used his transformation skill to turn his ordinary blue eunuch robe into a lavish golden robe embroidered with nine stars swirling around a winged serpent. The robe of an imperial prince!
The Holy Flame Empire possessed a very strict hierarchy with nobles of different ranks being afforded different privileges. The right to wear gold and embroider nine stars on clothing was reserved for the imperial family.
The winged serpent was the highest totem of the Paragon Spirit race that dominated the Holy Flame Empire.
To disguise oneself as a member of the imperial family was punishable by death.
But Konnor didn't give a damn.
To avoid future problems, he also changed his appearance to that of a breathtaking six-foot-tall, silver-haired youth with glistening, porcelain-like skin. Those were the prominent features of the Paragon Spirit Race.
Armed to the teeth, Konnor silently stepped toward the girl.
"Why bask under the shadow of the moon when your beauty transcends it?"
A gentle voice came from the girl's back and pulled her from her trance. She turned to face its origin and was shocked to see a mesmerizing paragon spirit youth dressed in the attire of an imperial prince.
"Your imperial highness!"
The girl's first reaction wasn't to blush under his comment, but to curtsy in greeting. Although she was a new palace maid, like all the others she had undergone rigorous screening and training processes. His attire was like a beacon that triggered her training.
"You may rise."
Konnor said, and she obeyed. However, she dared not look him in the eyes. He then lifted her chin with his index and peered deep into her eyes.
"What's your name?"
There was something strange about that man's presence, an aura, and charm different from the usual paragon spirit. A sexually charged aura that slowly crept on the soul and overpowered the senses.
He was dangerous.
"Jasime."
She replied, quietly.
"The pure white flower yearning for love. Befitting."
Konnor said with his eyes locked onto hers and his face approaching an inch closer.
"May I ask what your highness is doing in the palace maids' quarters so late at night?"
She wanted to run yet didn't and stared back without fear.
"I originally wanted to admire the waning moon. But now, I just want to admire you."
His face went even closer, and his nose almost brushed hers.
"Your Highness is jesting. How can a servant girl like me be worthy of your admiration?"
But she was betrayed by her rosy cheeks and thumping heart.
Konnor extended his hand toward her, she knew it was her last chance to run, but still, she took it.
He then led her to sit by his side and pulled her into conversation. Time flew by at breakneck speed, and before she knew it, her head rested on his chest while his arm was wrapped around her.
"Do you resent your parents for offering you to the palace?"
"In the Holy Flame Empire, humans are no different from slaves. There isn't much a daughter without any cultivation talent can ever bring to them. Beauty without strength or status is no different than a curse.
They gave me my life, and now they sold it. I only feel that I've repaid what I owed."
"But I wish to thank them. If not for them, I would not be holding you."
He flirted. And as Jasime stared into his eyes, she felt like she meant the world. More extraordinary, it was the first time a man's eyes had never left hers.
He leaned in, his lips locking on hers, and breaking the last of any barrier she had left. She kissed back, his tongue dived into hers, and they intertwined in a passionate struggle of rising heat.
Gently, he drove her onto the ground, his sexually charged aura pulling out the desires and fantasies she tried to suppress.
"Let me take you away."
With those five words, she collapsed and pushed her lips onto his in a blazing kiss. Her hands fiddled with his clothes while he masterfully pulled open her cyan dress. His tongue then trailed onto her neck with one hand cupping her breast and the other unfastening her undergarments at a measured pace.
As he passionately kissed and bit her neck, her last fabrics were quickly laid on the ground and her erect nipples brought to his mouth and fingers.
"Aah…"
She moaned with her nether regions overflowing with juice. Konnor's tongue slid down, trailing on her body while his hands played with her erogenous zones.
And when he reached her mound, he went ballistic. His tongue dived in, devouring her vagina with no restraint whatsoever. Her clit wasn't spared, and the combination of creative attacks on far too many fronts caused her to drown in pleasure and plead.
"Mhm!"
"Yes, right there!"
"More…I want more! More!"
While she moaned and died within his hands, Konnor's rod had risen to attention. He got rid of what little clothing he still wore and pressed his hardened shaft against her fold.
"Only stare into my eyes."
Her foggy mind didn't prevent her from nodding like an obedient kitten. Her dreamy, pleasure consumed eyes stared into his own, and he dived in.
"Aaaaargh!"
She groaned as a jolt of pain struck her, and blood trailed from her broken hymen.
"Stare into my eyes."
He repeated, and his strong but tender voice pulled her from the pain. She tightly wra
pped her arms around his neck to brace herself against future assaults and stared into his eyes with a mixture of passion and fear.