MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC33: The Guardian
Chapter 33: The Guardian
West stared at the dark, reflective pool at the far end of the chamber that he had noticed earlier but ignored.
Its surface rippled and then, a massive reptilian head rose slowly from the water.
Yellow glowing eyes opened causing West's heart to skip.
"...Uh oh."
The creature pulled itself free of the pool with water cascading off its body in heavy sheets.
It stood upright, towering over West and completely bathing his entire figure in a massive shadow.
The creature was at least thirteen feet tall with its physique carved from dense, corded muscle. Its skin was dark emerald and black, layered with thick scales.
A long tail dragged behind it and along the tail were multiple eyes.
Small, glowing yellow eyes that blinked independently.
West's stomach dropped.
The creature inhaled deeply and spoke.
"Exu vaue rao masu litu..."
Its voice echoed in strange, layered tongues as the words folded over each other like overlapping whispers.
West raised both hands instinctively.
"Okay, listen," he said quickly while backing away a step. "I don't want any trouble. I'll just—uh—leave."
The system made a soft chime.
> [ Item Stored in Inventory: Chalice of Vitality ]
The moment the chalice vanished from his hands, the creature's eyes narrowed.
Slowly, deliberately, it extended one clawed hand.
Reality rippled.
From thin air, a black sword emerged.
It was long and spiky along the edges. Dark mist coiled around its blade like smoke with intent.
West's slowly stepped back with a cautious look on his face.
"Of course you have a sword," he muttered.
The creature lifted the blade effortlessly.
Then swung.
A dark arc tore through the air.
West immediately dove sideways.
The arc slammed into the far wall and carved a three-inch-deep gash straight through solid ruin stone.
Dust exploded and cracks spiderwebbed outward.
West rolled to his feet with widened eyes.
"...Yeah. That's why gangs exist."
This thing wasn't meant to be fought solo.
Not at Tier 1.
Not by someone without proper combat training or awakened techniques.
The creature stepped forward, dragging the sword against the ground.
Sparks flew.
Spikes of black energy erupted with each scrape.
West turned around and bolted.
He sprinted toward the chamber entrance, weaving around the rough stony ground as another dark arc slashed past him, missing his head by inches.
His heart pounded as he increased his speed. The only thought running through his mind at this moment was to create distance between himself and this creature.
The moment he closed in on the entrance of the chamber, a massive stone slab descended from above with a thunderous crash.
BOOM.
Dust erupted as it slammed down, sealing the exit completely.
West skidded to a stop. "That's not good..."
Slowly, he turned, watching the creature advance.
Its sword scraped the ground again as it stepped forward slowly like West fate was already determined.
Spikes burst upward.
West clenched his fists.
"...Looks like I don't have a choice."
The moment he steeled himself, the world sharpened.
His awakened body responded instantly as he shot forward at astonishing speed.
His muscles coiled as his feet struck the ground with explosive force, pushing him multiple feet forward with every step.
The creature swung again but West leapt.
Fwhooomm~
His body ascended over the arc of darkness as he flipped forward midair, and drove a punch straight toward the creature's face.
His fist connected and the impact sent a shock through his arm but the creature's head snapped back slightly.
It staggered backward by half a step.
West didn't hesitate.
He pressed the advantage.
He darted in, landing another punch—then a kick—then another strike to the ribs. His movements were instinctive and with the help of his new speed and strength, achieving this sort of precision was easy.
'This is... amazing...' West never considered himself to be a violent person but he was enjoying every moment of this.
Seeing him body capable of things he never knew would ever be possible for him.
He ducked under a counter-swing, rolled, and slammed his elbow into the creature's knee joint.
The reptilian guardian snarled but then it adapted.
Its left arm moved.
One casual swing came flying at West and he didn't even see it properly.
Bam!
Pain exploded through his body as he got launched across the chamber like a ragdoll.
He slammed into the wall, causing stone to crack beneath the impact.
Air burst from his lungs as his vision swam.
He slid down the wall, coughing as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
The creature stepped towards him, pulling his sword forward again.
West wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pushed himself up slowly.
"...Okay," he muttered. "So you hit harder..."
West didn't dare let it hit him again.
That single blow earlier had rattled his bones, shaken his organs, and left his vision swimming for precious seconds. He knew it in his gut now, with a certainty that bordered on terror.
If that sword touched him even once... it would be over.
The thought sharpened his focus.
West moved.
He didn't think in terms of techniques or styles. He thought in terms of survival. His awakened body responded instinctively as his muscles coiled.
The guardian's sword cleaved through the air again causing a crescent of darkness to shriek past where his head had been a heartbeat earlier.
West slid low with his boots scraping stone, then sprang back up and drove his fist into the creature's ribs.
The impact reverberated up his arm.
The creature's body was dense, like punching reinforced steel wrapped in muscle.
Nonetheless, West punch packed enough force that the creature subconsciously let out a grunt and staggered half a step backwards.
West didn't waste a single second.
He darted sideways, narrowly avoiding a backhand swing, then pivoted and slammed his elbow into the creature's side.
Then followed up with another hit... and then a kick to the thigh... and another punch to the abdomen.
He would hit, evade..
Then, hit again and evade continously.
The guardian was powerful... overwhelmingly so... but it was also slower.
It wasn't incredibly slow... it was just slower than him.
And that difference was everything.
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC34: I Can't... Breathe
Chapter 34: I Can't... Breathe
West weaved through sweeping arcs of the sword, feeling the dark energy skim past his skin, numbing the air with its pressure.
Each miss sent shockwaves through the chamber, gouging stone, cracking walls, shaking loose debris from the ceiling.
West's heart pounded but he smiled grimly.
'I can do this.'
He landed another hit to the creature's knee this time.
The joint bent wrong causing the guardian to roar as one of its massive leg buckled. It dropped to one knee in the next instant.
"Got you," West muttered.
He shot forward and drove his fist straight into the creature's face.
The impact snapped its head back.
The giant body crashed down, causing the ground to shatter beneath its weight.
West leapt onto it without hesitation and rained his fists down upon the guardian's face.
Bam!
Once.
Bam!
Twice.
Bam!
Again.
Bam!
Again.
Bam!
Again.
Each punch landed with a wet, bone-rattling thud as cracks spread across the creature's scaled face. Dark ichor splattered against West's arms and chest. He ignored it, clenching his teeth as his vision narrowed to a single purpose.
Don't let it get up!
The guardian thrashed beneath him, roaring and clawing at the stone.
West raised his fist again but suddenly—
The creature's hands snapped shut around both of West's wrists.
His eyes widened.
Before he could react, the guardian heaved.
West was ripped off its body and flung across the chamber like a broken doll.
He slammed into the wall again and the impact drove the air from his lungs in a painful burst. Stone cracked outward from where his back hit, and he slid down, coughing violently.
The creature rose slowly, clearly anguished as its glowing yellow eyes locked onto him.
It looked down at the massive black sword lying at its feet which was still held up by his other hand...
Then—
It released it.
The sword hit the ground with a deafening BOOM, like a meteor striking earth. The entire chamber shook as the blade embedded itself halfway into stone.
West stared, confused. 'The sword is that heavy? Why would it—?'
He didn't get to finish the thought.
The guardian blurred.
One moment it stood several meters away.
The next—
It was right in front of him.
West barely registered the movement before a colossal fist came down.
He rolled in between the guardian's legs just in time and the punch obliterated the section of wall he'd been leaning against causing stone to explode outward in a cloud of dust and fragments.
West sprang to his feet, right behind the guardian and tried to counter—
But the creature's tail moved.
The eyes along it snapped open, glowing bright.
The tail slammed into West's chest like a battering ram.
CRACK.
West flew with his body twisting in midair. Pain detonating through his ribs as something gave inside him.
Before he could even orient himself—
The guardian vanished again.
A brutal kick slammed into his stomach midair.
West vomited blood.
His body spun uncontrollably, crashing through protruding rock formations one after another—thud, crack, smash—until he finally ricocheted off the stone and plunged into the dark pool with a massive splash.
All he felt was a shocking cold spreading though his body... which dulled the pain for a moment.
Water rushed into his mouth and nose as he sank beneath the surface.
Pain returned instantly from every direction of his body...
His limbs felt heavy and unresponsive.
Blood clouded the water around him, creating dark tendrils that drifted like ink.
Before he could even try to swim, a massive hand shoved him downward.
The guardian forced him under, pressing him against the pool's floor with overwhelming strength.
West struggled... kicked... and thrashed.
But his body betrayed him.
Something was broken... Several somethings.
His chest screamed every time he tried to draw breath. His arms shook uselessly against the crushing force pinning him down.
His vision blurred and black spots crept in at the edges.
'I can't... breathe...'
Water burned his lungs.
Panic filled his thoughts at this moment.
'No... Not here... Not like this. Not when I finally have the opportunity to make something spectacular of myself! I can't let it end here... I refuse to die a virgin!'
'Move—!'
His thoughts fractured, scattered and slipped into different vicissitudes of life. He saw potential and wanted to very much live up to it... he would regret it if he died here...
The guardian's face loomed above him through the water with cold glowing and merciless eyes.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he tried, there was no freeing himself from this beast.
West's strength was gone...
His consciousness soon began to fade.
'So this is it...?'
No.
Something deep inside him answered.
He felt something pulsate inside him...
At first it was like a gentle pull... and then it turned even stronger as another pulsates..
It was the branches...
His awakening branches.
They lit up within him, like two brilliant pathways igniting within his core and sretching outward beyond his body... beyond the ruin... beyond the world.
West felt them connect elsewhere... to a place he didn't know.
The pressure on his chest remained but his mind was suddenly elsewhere.
Soon he found his mind eye standing in a vast, endless space and before him floated doors.
Hundreds of them... spinning around... spreading... moving... increasing...
Soon, they were in the thousands.
They spun slowly in an infinite void, each one different in shape, size, and color. Some were made of stone, others of bone, others of light or shadow. Some radiated warmth. Others exuded cold dread.
They came in different sizes with some being as vast as a mountain.
Creatures stirred behind them...
Worlds waited...
West didn't have time.
His lungs were burning... his heart was slowing.
There was no time to choose... He immediately reached for the nearest door.
It glowed up the moment his hand touched it.
However, before the door could open up, West ran out of oxygen.
Everything went black as he lost consciousness.
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC35: Contract Failed
Chapter 35: Contract Failed
West came back to consciousness choking.
Cold water burst from his mouth as his body convulsed, retching violently. He floated helplessly on the surface of the pool, coughing and vomiting up ruin-water in harsh, wracking spasms.
His fingers clawed weakly at the air.
For several seconds, he couldn't even tell which way was up.
Then his vision steadied.
And the first thing he saw made his mind short-circuit.
The creature—the reptilian guardian that had nearly beaten him to death—was no longer standing.
It wasn't even nearby.
It was buried.
Far across the chamber, its massive body was embedded deep into the wall, surrounded by a crater so large it looked as if a meteor had struck the ruin itself. Cracks spider-webbed outward for dozens of meters. Stone had melted. The wall had bowed inward like clay struck by a god's fist.
The creature twitched once and then went still.
West's eyes widened.
"...What...?"
A shadow fell over him, carrying an overbearing presence.
The air itself seemed to thicken with gravity bending subtly as something immense occupied the space above him.
West slowly lifted his head and his heart nearly stopped.
What stood before him was an enormous feminine figure that was so outstandingly beautiful, one could get lost in her gaze.
She was so massive that the chamber physically could not contain her body. She was forced to sit in a slouched position with one knee bent and her wings folded awkwardly behind her as they scraped against the cavern walls. Even restrained like this, she dwarfed everything around her.
She was... divine.
She had golden skin that shimmered as though sunlight itself lived beneath it. Four glowing silver eyes, arranged symmetrically that gazed down at him with cold, assessing intelligence. Her features were impossibly beautiful with sharp cheekbones, full lips curved in faint disdain and an expression that had never once known humility.
Her chest was gigantic and bouncy, hidden behind her flowing fragment which glowed like they were made of fireflies and her hips were curvy in ways that was indescribable.
She had six arms, each sculpted elegantly and resting casually as if she were lounging rather than occupying a ruin chamber.
Behind her head floated radiant rings tjat slowly spun like halos of light etched with symbols that hurt to look at directly. And her massive luminous wings were layered with feathers that glowed faintly at the edges, shedding motes of silver light into the air.
Her mere existence crushed the space.
West felt like an ant staring up at a star.
For one irrational second, he wondered if he'd died.
If this was some divine afterlife.
Then he saw the creature still lodged in the wall.
And reality snapped back.
Her gaze sharpened as it settled fully on him.
"Was it you..." her voice was layered in echoing harmonics that made it sound like several voices speaking at once—"who summoned this goddess?"
West tried to respond but instead of words, he doubled over, coughing more water out of his lungs.
The goddess frowned.
"How did a weakling such as yourself manage to tether me to this realm?" she continued with a disdainful tone.
West slapped a hand against the stone edge of the pool, dragging himself up slightly, still gasping.
The goddess's eyes shifted to the creature embedded in the wall.
She scoffed.
"You summoned me... for such a weak and pitiful insect?"
Her lips curled faintly.
The arrogance in her voice was unmistakable.
She was prideful...
Overbearing...
And yet—
West couldn't deny it...
She was breathtaking.
Once his lungs finally obeyed him again, he looked up at her, dazed and aching and bleeding—
And the first words that came out of his mouth were:
"...You're really pretty."
The chamber went silent as the goddess blinked multiple times as though taken aback.
And then, a short, incredulous sound escaped her.
"Hmph." She tilted her chin upward. "Flattery will only get you so far, mortal."
Then, her lips curved slightly as a slow self satisfied smile appeared on her face.
"...But you are correct."
West was about to say something when a low groaned rang out.
He slowly turned and noticed that it came from the guardian.
Somehow, he was still alive.
Its massive body twitched as it slowly crawled free of the wall, disoriented.
Its movements were sluggish and uneven. It didn't seem to understand what had happened... only that something catastrophic had struck it.
The goddess glanced over her shoulder and her expression instantly soured.
"Tch. It still lives."
She looked back at West.
"Very well," she said lazily. "Since you begged, this goddess shall help you deal with your minuscule problem."
West didn't remember begging but he wasn't about to argue.
The goddess rose slightly and that movement alone caused the entire ruin to creak ominously. She raised one of her six arms, extending her index finger and thumb as if preparing to snap.
Between her fingers, light formed.
Power condensed into a blinding point causing reality to warp subtly around it.
The creature finally understood how outmatched it was and fear flooded its glowing eyes.
It turned, attempting to flee.
Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough.
Pah!
The goddess snapped her fingers and the world turned white.
Sound vanished as a cataclysmic blast erupted outward, annihilating everything within its immediate vicinity.
Stone, roots, glowing cracks... all gone in an instant.
Walls were incinerated instantly, reduced to drifting ash. The shockwave tore through the ruin like a divine judgment, sending tremors rippling outward through layers of space itself.
The chamber ceased to exist.
When the light faded, there was nothing left of the creature.
No body.
No blood.
Not even dust.
Just absence.
West floated on the water's surface, staring in open-mouthed awe at the empty space where a monster had been moments ago.
"...You're really incredible," he whispered.
The goddess sighed.
"I know."
Then she frowned slightly upon noticing the level of destruction.
"...Oops. That was too much."
West didn't even know how to respond to that.
A system notification suddenly appeared in his vision.
> [ Summon Identified ]
[ Name: Astraeon, Goddess of Radiant Dominion ]
West's breath got caught in his throat.
A... goddess...
An actual goddess...
And he had summoned her.
His heart hammered.
The system prompted him immediately.
> [ Form Contract with Summoned Being? ]
[ YES ] / [ NO ]
West didn't hesitate.
He clicked YES.
The screen flickered.
Then glitched.
> [ ERROR ]
[ Summoned Being Resisting Contract ]
West frowned.
"Why are you resisting?" he asked while looking up.
The goddess's eyes narrowed.
"Because you are weak," she said bluntly. "This goddess will not be bound to a mortal insect barely worthy of existing."
Another notification appeared.
> [ Contract Failed ]
[ Reason: Summoned Being Too Powerful ]
[ Contract Requires Consent of Summoned Entity ]
West clenched his fists.
"You answered my summon," he pointed out. "Doesn't that mean something?"
Astraeon laughed softly.
"You should count yourself fortunate," she replied coldly, "that I did not erase you for wasting my time by dragging me into this realm to swat such a low-level creature."
Her wings rustled as she turned away slightly.
"When you become powerful enough," she added over her shoulder, "you may attempt to summon me again."
Her four eyes glanced back at him.
"Perhaps then... I might reconsider."
With a dismissive hmph, her form dissolved into radiant light.
The pressure vanished.
The chamber or what little remained of it... fell silent.
West lay there, floating weakly, staring at where a goddess had just been.
"...Rejected by a goddess," he muttered hoarsely and then, laughed till a painful jolt in his ribs caused him to start coughing again.
"But she didn't say never."
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC36: What The Hell Was That?
Chapter 36: What The Hell Was That?
~ Twenty Minutes Earlier ~
By the time the sun dipped low enough to stain the horizon in copper and blood-orange hues, the ruins had become the center of the city's gravity.
Over six gangs now occupied the flattened wasteland that used to be a neighborhood.
Awakened auras clashed invisibly.
Both mundane and supernatural weapons were kept close at hand.
Another battle had broken out earlier that day.
It had been brief, brutal, and pointless.
Flames had scorched the ground. Shockwaves had cracked already-fractured earth. Bodies had flown with some injured and some dead but eventually, reason had prevailed over pride. The gangs realized that tearing each other apart before entering the ruin would only weaken whoever survived.
So they negotiated reluctantly.
Finally, an agreement was reached.
Black Furnace would enter first due to arriving at the location before anyone else.
They would be given a twenty-minute head start once the entrance opened.
After that, the rest would follow.
No ambushes during the grace period.
No backstabbing—at least not openly.
Everyone agreed.
Because everyone wanted what was inside.
At this point, more than a hundred awakened stood scattered across the area with some leaning against vehicles, others meditating, sharpening weapons, checking gear, or simply staring at the ruin entrance with naked hunger in their eyes.
Awakeners were rare.
Seeing this many in one place was not a common sight.
Surprisingly, Aria was still here.
She stood at the edge of the encampment with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her eyes never left the sloped entrance into the darkness below. Auntie Maribel stood nearby with worry etched deep into her features, though she tried to mask it with composure.
Ross paced back and forth.
He'd tried everything to get her to leave.
"Aria, this is insane," he said for the fifth time that hour. "You've been here for two days. You need to go home."
"I'm not leaving," Aria replied flatly.
Her voice was hoarse from crying, but her resolve hadn't cracked even once.
"He's dead," Ross said more harshly than he meant to. "I'm sorry, but that's reality. A non-awakened kid doesn't survive alone in a ruin this long."
Aria turned on him furiously.
"You don't know that."
Ross opened his mouth, then shut it again.
"...Fine," he said finally, rubbing his face. "Fine. The moment we go in, I'll look for him. I promise."
She said nothing but she didn't look away from the entrance either.
The ruin had been sealed for nearly two days now.
Everyone knew what that meant.
It was about to open.
As if summoned by that collective thought, the ground suddenly shuddered.
A low sound echoed upward from beneath the earth.
Awakeners straightened and drew their weapons with sharpened eyes.
The sloped entrance trembled and then, with a grinding sound like stone being torn apart by invisible hands, the seal retracted.
The ruin had opened.
A murmur rippled through the gathered forces.
"Finally."
"Move into position."
"Black Furnace, get ready."
Ross exhaled slowly.
"Stay back," he told Aria, though his eyes never left the entrance. "I'll be quick."
Just as he took one step forward, the roar of engines cut through the air.
Everyone froze in place as convoys rolled in.
Twelve armored vehicles rolled in from the far end of the wasteland, moving unhurriedly.
Their engines purred rather than roared, carrying authority. This wasn't the usual gang vehicles... they were incredibly luxurious.
People turned and then stiffened when they spotted the banner flying above the lead vehicle—
Black silk...
Crimson trim...
A sigil embossed in silver...
It was the banner of a Mafia Family.
The entire field went quiet instantly.
Gang leaders straightened. Subordinates lowered their gazes. Conversations died mid-sentence.
Respect wasn't requested.
It was enforced by history.
The Mafia stood above gangs.
They were the apex predators of the underworld. They didn't fight for scraps or squabble over territory. They collected. They dictated. They decided who lived comfortably—and who vanished quietly.
Most of the time, they didn't interfere in ruin hunts.
They didn't need to.
They only moved when the prize was worth it.
Which made their presence here... very unsettling.
The vehicles stopped before the ruin entrance and doors opened.
A well-dressed man stepped forward first. He was middle-aged, impeccably groomed with eyes sharp as knives.
He raised a hand casually.
"This ruin," he announced calmly, "will now be taken by Young Lord Timothy."
No one protested.
No one even breathed too loudly.
Then Timothy stepped out.
He was surrounded instantly by guards.
Every single one of them awakened.
And not weak ones.
Their presence alone pressed against the surrounding air like a wall. Auras radiated from them. A couple were peak Tier 1 while two of them was even at Tier 2.
At the center of that living fortress stood Timothy.
He was barely eighteen.
Well-dressed, handsome in a clean, aristocratic way, with calm blue eyes that carried the confidence of someone who had never once questioned his own importance.
If West was here right now he would have recognized him as one of the twins...
One of the Mafia Heirs whose awakening had dominated the news.
Timothy had awakened recently—Tier 1—but his status alone made him untouchable.
It was said he wanted to prove himself.
Clear a ruin personally.
Show the elders he wasn't just a name.
And a residential ruin was perfect for that.
The spokesman continued, "Young Lord Timothy will personally lead the expedition. All others will withdraw."
Still—no one spoke.
The Mafia's word was law.
Ross clenched his fists and then stepped forward.
Immediately, several guards moved to block him but Timothy raised a hand.
"Let him speak," Timothy said mildly.
Ross swallowed.
"I just want to tag along," he said quickly. "There's someone important to my girl still inside. Her... brother."
Timothy's brow furrowed slightly.
"Brother?"
He looked past Ross and noticed them...
Aria.
Auntie Maribel.
Civilians.
His eyes widened subtly.
"Why are non-awakened here?" Timothy questioned with a sharp tone.
The spokesman opened his mouth to further buttress the point but before he could...
The world shook violently.
Thrrrooommm!
The ground buckled beneath their feet. Several awakeners staggered as deep cracks spread across the wasteland. A low, thunderous vibration rolled up from below.
From the ruin.
Dust exploded outward from the entrance, billowing like a storm cloud.
Then—
A beam of light surged upward from within the ruin, piercing the dust like a pillar from the heavens.
It glowed brilliantly, lingering for several seconds and then slowly dimmed, fading back into darkness.
A heavy silence followed and every awakened present felt it.
That pressure.
That power.
Timothy's eyes gleamed as he stared at the ruin entry point.
"...Interesting," he murmured.
Ross stared at the entrance with his heart pounding.
Aria's breath caught.
"What the hell was that...?" someone whispered.
"Wasn't residential ruins supposed to have only low level creatures?"
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC37: You're Awakened?
Chapter 37: You're Awakened?
The tremor lingered in everyone's bones.
Even after the light had faded and the dust had settled, Timothy could still feel it like an echo that hadn't quite finished ringing. He stood at the ruin entrance with his eyes narrowed, replaying the sensation in his mind.
That hadn't been normal.
That hadn't been a trap misfire.
That had been power.
Real power.
Timothy exhaled slowly.
"We're not fully prepared for whatever's down there," he said at last.
The spokesman beside him stiffened. "Young Lord—"
"I know," Timothy cut in calmly. "But I'm not reckless."
He turned slightly, surveying the gathered gangs. Black Furnace... Iron Chain... Steel Howl and the others.
"We'll go in together," Timothy announced. "All of you."
Murmurs spread instantly.
The Mafia sharing a ruin was unheard of but Timothy had already decided.
"If what caused the blast is lurking down there," he continued, "then thinning our numbers beforehand is stupid. You'll accompany us. We advance together."
No one argued.
They couldn't afford to.
Aria grabbed Ross's sleeve one last time before he stepped forward.
"Please," she said quietly. "Check for West."
Ross met her eyes.
"I will," he said.
But internally, he didn't believe his own words.
Not after whatever the hell just shook the entire ruin. How the hell would an unawakened survive that?
---
Just as the survivors had described, the underground space bore a twisted familiarity with the streets that had once been above.
The streets had distorted and merged with alien structures. Buildings leaned at impossible angles. Stairways led nowhere. Roots burst through asphalt and stone alike.
No sky.
Only a vast, oppressive ceiling that far far high above.
They moved carefully.
Timothy walked at the center, flanked on all sides by his guards. Their movements were disciplined and their eyes constantly scanned branches partially active. Every time a bony creature emerged from the shadows, it didn't last more than a few seconds.
A guard would step forward.
With a flash of power, bones shattered and the creatures collapsed.
Timothy frowned after the third encounter.
"Leave some for me," he complained lightly.
The guards stiffened. "Our apologies, Young Lord."
As they progressed deeper, the ease with which they cut through enemies began to gnaw at everyone.
"This is... underwhelming," someone from Steel Howl muttered.
Black Furnace members exchanged glances. Even Ross felt a creeping doubt.
Was that blast earlier a false alarm?
There was no way that whatever caused it could be this weak.
They passed scattered corpses, decayed and torn apart, exactly as expected. No surprises there.
Then they reached a junction.
A broad corridor veered off into a darker region where the walls were etched with faint symbols and the air was subtly wrong.
One of the Mafia guards halted abruptly.
"Stop."
Everyone froze.
The guard's eyes glowed faintly. "There's a curse ahead. A reactive one. Anyone crossing will trigger it."
This was the same place where heads were exploding earlier.
The spokesman nodded immediately. "Detour."
They changed direction.
Minutes later, they began to see the destruction up ahead.
This was the usual ruin damage... this was different.
Walls that had been vaporized. Stone melted smooth like glass. Entire sections erased, as if existence itself had been punched out of reality.
Even the hardened awakeners slowed.
"...What did this?" someone whispered.
Timothy's eyes shone brighter.
So it wasn't a false alarm.
They were just about to advance when they heard movement from the left intersection.
Slow and uneven steps...
Four figures emerged from the shadows.
"Enemies," someone hissed.
One of the Tier 1 Mafia guards reacted instantly.
He lunged forward while activating his branch as a green bolt of energy gathered in his balm
But before the strike could land, a hand caught his wrist.
"Uh?"
The guard staggered back as the grip tightened and shoved him away, forcing him back several steps.
"Watch it," a calm voice said.
The figures stepped fully into view and the entire expedition froze.
They weren't creatures.
They were people.
A woman who looked pale and exhausted with eyes red from crying.
Two terrified children clinging to her and shaking.
And standing slightly in front of them was West.
He looked dirty and bruised with bloodstains dried across his clothes... nonetheless, he was standing.
They all stared in shock and disbelief.
However, Raze was more astonished than others; 'So it truly is him... when the boss hears about this, he'll be even more interested in recruiting him into the gang.'
"...Survivors? How?" Timothy voiced out in awe.
West met their gazes evenly.
"As you can see," he responded with exhaustion. "we're tired. Hungry. We've been trapped here for two days."
He glanced down at the kids, then back up.
"We just want to go home."
Silence followed.
No one spoke.
Because they were all looking at the same thing.
The children.
Alive.
Unharmed.
The woman—clearly shaken, but breathing.
No signs of corruption.
No madness.
Timothy's expression change subtly to understanding.
However, before anyone could respond, a hand grabbed West's shoulder.
The Tier 1 guard from earlier.
"Hold on," he said sharply. "How did you stop my attack?"
West opened his mouth to speak but before he could, the boy shouted first.
"Because Big Brother West is awakened!" the kid yelled. "He killed the big spider thing all by himself!"
The words exploded like a bomb and the guards moved instantly.
Branches were activated, supernatural weapons were raised and West was surrounded in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile Ross's eyes lit up upon hearing the name West.
But he was even more shocked when he heard the word awakened. Aria didn't say he was awakened, neither did the other neighbors that he saved. Did he keep his awakened status a secret? If so why?
As for Raze, he wasn't surprised. This was just confirmation for him.
Timothy stepped forward slowly, studying West with renewed interest.
"...You're an awakened?" Timothy said.
"Yeah," West didn't deny it.
The Mafia spokesman exhaled.
"Unacceptable," he said coolly. "Civilians may leave. But you—"
His gaze locked onto West.
"You will stay."
Timothy nodded.
"There are many things you must answer."
West looked at the woman and children.
Then he turned back around and stared Timothy in the eyes.
"No."
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC38: He's My Girlfriend's Brother
Chapter 38: He's My Girlfriend's Brother
"No."
West's voice was calm, but firm enough that it cut through the tense silence like a blade.
Every awakened present turned toward him.
"I go with them," West continued while nodding toward Harlan's wife and the two children standing behind him. The girl clutched the woman's sleeve with swollen and red eyes.
The boy stood straighter, trying very hard to look brave.
While West added; "Who's going to protect them if I don't?"
The guards surrounding West immediately disapproved.
"No."
"You can't leave."
"That's not negotiable."
The words came from multiple directions—guards, gang leaders, even the Mafia spokesman himself. The circle around West tightened subtly as awakened auras pressed down like an invisible cage.
"This isn't about protection," one of the guards said coolly. "It's about what happened here."
Another added, "And what you may have taken."
West could instantly tell that they were suspicious. Who wouldn't be? An awakened had been in here for two days while no one else had access to it? And it was a place that was supposed to be crawling with loot...
They had forgotten that ruins were dangerous even for awakened folks, especially when it was just a solo awakener and not a group.
For people who lived their lives measuring profit and loss, the survival of others was hardly any concern to them.
Harlan's wife stiffened. "He didn't take anything," she said quickly. "He saved us."
The boy stepped forward with fists clenched and fury far too big for his small frame.
"You're all disgusting!" he shouted. "Big Brother West saved everyone and you're just wicked, evil, stinking people!"
A ripple of surprise ran through the group.
Timothy raised an eyebrow.
"...What is the child talking about?"
Before West could answer, a familiar voice spoke up.
"I'll explain."
Ross stepped forward.
Several guards shifted immediately, but Timothy gestured for them to stand down.
Ross took a breath. "West didn't just survive. He led the civilians. When the ruin formed, he kept them calm, navigated the paths, avoided monsters. When things went bad, he stayed behind to draw the creatures away so the others could escape."
Murmurs spread.
Ross continued with a serious tone. "There are survivors topside who can confirm this. They're still waiting because they believed West would somehow make it out."
West eyes widened slightly in surprise.
'They're still waiting...?'
"That's true," someone from Black Furnace added. "We heard it from the civilians ourselves."
Iron Chain's side stirred.
Raze Calder stepped forward slightly with his arms crossed. "We can confirm West lived in the neighborhood. He was dragged down when the ruin formed, same as everyone else."
More voices joined in.
"He didn't sneak in."
"He was already here."
"He survived because he protected others."
The pressure in the air shifted was soon redirected.
West exhaled slowly.
"So," he said while spreading his hands slightly, "can I go now?"
Timothy didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he stepped closer, studying West with unsettling focus.
"What really happened here?" Timothy asked, gesturing vaguely upward—toward the region of total destruction they had seen earlier. "The blast. The tremor. The light."
His gaze sharpened.
"Was that you?"
West laughed with a look of amusement.
"Me?" he said. "I'm just a Tier 1 nobody. If I could do something like that, don't you think I'd be a little more... arrogant?"
A few chuckles rippled through the gathered gangs.
Timothy didn't laugh.
"Then what happened?"
West shrugged. "I don't know. Honestly. All I did was try to survive."
He met Timothy's gaze steadily. "You know how ruins work. Awakeners clear them in groups. I was alone. If anything happened down here, it wasn't because of me. It was a miracle I survived at all."
His tone sounded sincere and believable.
And most importantly, it aligned perfectly with what they expected.
Timothy studied him for several long seconds.
Then he nodded.
"Search him."
The guards moved instantly.
West didn't resist as hands patted him down, checked his pockets, scanned him with abilities meant to detect spatial storage or hidden items. One guard even pressed a palm to West's back, probing deeper.
Nothing.
No artifacts.
No weapons.
No loot.
The guards stepped back.
"Clear," one of them reported.
Timothy nodded once more.
"You may leave."
The tension broke like a snapped cord.
Harlan's wife sagged in relief, clutching her children closer. The boy looked triumphant, sticking his tongue out briefly at one of the guards before being pulled away.
Ross stepped forward again. "I'll escort him. Make sure he gets to the exit safely."
Timothy glanced at him. "Why?"
Ross didn't miss a beat. "He's my girlfriend's brother."
West turned sharply. "Uh—?"
Timothy waved a hand dismissively. "Very well."
The escort was granted.
As they began moving back toward the exit, Ross stayed close to West's side.
"You okay?" Ross asked quietly. "You look like hell. Are you injured?"
West eyed him warily.
The concern felt... strange and uncomfortable.
"I'm fine," West replied.
Ross nodded, then added, "You really scared everyone, you know."
West said nothing.
A few seconds later, Ross spoke again. "Aria's been a mess."
That name made everything click.
West's steps slowed for half a beat.
"...Aria?"
Ross glanced at him, surprised. "Yeah. My girlfriend."
West stared and then he finally recognized Ross. Ross's face had always been a kind of blur in his memory because he was hardly ever had the cafe.
He left Aria waiting most times and never came.
And even when he did, it was very brief. West would either only see his back or spot him in shades from a small distance.
West almost laughed when he realized that Aria told Ross they were siblings.
As they walked, Ross kept talking... checking if West needed support, if he was dizzy, if he needed to rest. The attention was intense enough that it almost felt invasive.
'Creepy...'
West nodded along, half-listening.
Internally, he smirked.
'They wasted time searching me. And they're going to waste even more time searching the ruins...'
Because everything of value... was gone.
Taken.
He glanced once toward the depths of the ruin behind them.
'You can have what's left,' he thought. 'I already took what mattered.'
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC39: You're Coming With Me
Chapter 39: You're Coming With Me
West's mind drifted backward in time... to the moment the chamber fell silent after she vanished.
The divine pressure that had crushed his lungs, bent the air, and made the world feel unbearably small was suddenly gone, as if it had never existed.
The gargantuan goddess, her six arms, her blinding rings of light, her dismissive arrogance... all of it... had disappeared without leaving even an echo behind.
Only destruction remained.
West lay there for a long while, floating half-submerged in the pool, staring up at a ceiling that no longer existed. Steam hissed from scorched stone. The chamber had been carved open violently with its edges melted and rough.
He exhaled slowly.
"...Back to square one," he muttered.
There was no triumphant fanfare or feeling of victory.
Just exhaustion and the sobering realization that he had failed to contract a very powerful being.
West understood what that meant.
Without a contract, the summoning awakening was incomplete. The next time he summoned, it wouldn't be her. It could be something far worse or better...
Or something hostile that might decide to harm him this time.
Something weaker or something stronger... Possessing two branches was the only reason why he was able to summon something this absurdly powerful in the first place and he doubt it would happen again.
After all, lightning never struck in the same place twice.
Besides, summoning again would cost him energy. Just like the goddess had mentioned, tethering her to this plane despite not having formed a contract was not supposed to be possible for someone of West strength.
But having two branches meant having more energy as well. That didn't mean West wasn't currently exhausted.
However, thanks to the system and his vitality levels, he was regaining energy faster than normal awakeners.
He clenched his fingers slowly, feeling the steady rhythm of power traveling beneath his skin. He was awakened now. Truly awakened. He could feel the branches inside him like invisible conduits stretching into something vast and unknown.
But power without control was just another way to die. He needed to be careful with what he summoned next and he certainly needed to make sure he contracted it this time.
"I'll deal with that later," West said quietly.
Pushing himself upright, West waded out of the pool. His clothes were torn, soaked, and stained with blood but his body felt... whole. The fractures, the internal damage, the agony that should have crippled him were not aching like they should.
His gaze drifted toward the center of the chamber.
The affinity stones.
Two of them.
Still embedded in the fractured rock, glowing softly with pure, refined energy condensed into crystalline form. West didn't hesitate this time.
He reached out.
The moment his fingers brushed the stones, the system responded.
They vanished from the rock and reappeared within his inventory, neatly catalogued and secured. West released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
Just those alone could change his future.
But as he turned to leave, something else caught his eye.
The black sword belonging to the guardian laid where it had fallen, half-buried in shattered stone and still leaking wisps of dark mist that curled and recoiled like living smoke. Even inert, it radiated a presence that made the air around it feel heavier.
West swallowed.
That sword had nearly killed him.
He remembered the dark arcs tearing through stone like paper and the terrifying power packed into every swing.
"...Yeah," he muttered. "You're coming with me."
He crouched and wrapped both hands around the hilt.
The moment he tried to lift it, his knees nearly buckled.
"Damn—!"
The weight was absurd. It felt like the sword itself resisted being wielded by someone it didn't acknowledge.
Veins stood out along his arms as he growled and forced himself upright inch by inch.
This was worse than the chalice.
Much worse.
But he did it.
The system reacted immediately.
A translucent interface flared before his eyes, identifying the weapon in crisp, glowing text.
West skimmed it quickly—its origin, its rank, its terrifying attributes—before the sword vanished into his inventory on its own.
He sagged forward with both hands on his knees, breathing heavily.
"Okay," he muttered. "That explains why the thing was slow."
The beast hadn't been clumsy.
It had been burdened.
Straightening, West finally turned away from the chamber.
It was time to leave this godforsaken ruin.
The journey back was quieter but not peaceful.
The deeper he went, the more corpses he encountered.
These were his neighbors...
Faces he vaguely recognized. A man who used to water his plants every morning. A woman who ran the small convenience store two blocks away. Someone's child...
West forced himself to keep moving.
This wasn't a place for mourning.
At one point, the temperature dropped sharply. His instincts earned him of danger before it even appeared.
West eyes narrowed as he jumped towards the side just as an arachnid-like creature dropped from the ceiling without a sound.
It was massive and grotesque. Its segmented body was the size of a small car. Its legs ended in bladed points, and its mandibles clicked hungrily as it locked onto him.
West didn't panic or flee.
He reached inward and the sword answered.
The black blade manifested in his hands, nearly wrenching his arms from their sockets as its weight returned all at once.
West roared and swung.
A single, brutal arc of darkness cleaved through the air.
The creature didn't even have time to scream.
It split cleanly in two with its body sliding apart before collapsing lifelessly to the ground.
The sword slipped from West's grasp and slammed into the stone with a thunderous bang.
His arms trembled violently as he staggered back.
"...No wonder," he panted. "No wonder it hit like that."
He didn't feel like this sword was meant for him. It was just too heavy. It wasn't practical for use in combat.
He dismissed it back into inventory before it could finish wrecking his joints and that was when he heard snapping sounds.
West froze and slowly, he looked up.
Above him, stretched across the ceiling, was a massive thick and sticky orange web.
Trapped within the web was Harlan's wife and the children.
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC40: Our... Place?
Chapter 40: Our... Place?
~ Present Time ~
The moment West stepped out of the ruin, the world rushed back into him all at once.
The stale, metallic air of the underground vanished, replaced by the cold evening breeze and the noise of voices—many voices—layered with disbelief.
Floodlights from gang vehicles bathed the ruined entrance in harsh white light, casting long shadows across the flattened wasteland that had once been a neighborhood.
Before West could even fully register where he was—
Aria slammed into him.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his torso and her fingers dug into the back of his shirt as if letting go would cause him to vanish again. Her head pressed against his chest and her body shook as she held him with everything she had.
"You're alive," her voice broke as she spoke. "You're actually alive."
West froze for half a second, then slowly brought his arms up around her shoulders. The contact felt grounding... it felt real. After everything he'd seen, everything he'd endured, the warmth of another human being hit him harder than any monster ever could.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "I'm here."
Aria pulled back just enough to cup his face with both hands as her eyes scanned him frantically. She turned his head left, then right, brushing over dried blood near his temple with her thumb and bruises on his jaw.
"Are you hurt? Does anything hurt? Are you dizzy? Can you see properly?" The questions poured out faster than he could answer.
"I—"
Before he could finish, Ross stepped closer, clearing his throat.
"I mean," Ross said awkwardly, forcing a half-smile, "I'm okay too, you know."
Aria didn't even look at him.
Her attention never left West.
Ross smile slowly stiffened as he stood there for a second. A strange discomfort crept into his chest, but he brushed it aside quickly. Of course, he told himself. That's her brother. It made sense. He was being ridiculous.
He took a step back, giving them space.
Then another presence moved in.
Auntie Maribel swept forward and wrapped West into a crushing hug, pulling his head straight into her chest with surprising strength. His face vanished into warmth and softness before he even had time to react.
"Oh, thank goodness," she voiced in relief. "I knew it. I knew that stubborn head of yours wouldn't let you die down there."
West's muffled voice came out strained as he choked in between her two soft mountains.
"Can't... breathe..."
She froze.
"Oh!" Aunt Maribel released him instantly before her hands flew to her mouth as laughter bubbled up through her tears. "Sorry, sorry—ah, look at you, still joking."
The tension cracked.
A few people laughed softly at first and then more freely.
West wiped his face and exhaled, glancing around. Some of the survivors from the neighborhood approached him one by one, offering shaky smiles, pats on the shoulder, quiet words of thanks. There were fewer of them now. Far fewer.
He noticed who wasn't there.
The woman whose fiancé had been injured wasn't present. Neither were many others.
Some were likely rushed to hospitals, others taken away by emergency teams, and some... simply gone.
Harlan's wife stood a few steps away, holding her children close.
Her knees gave out, and she sank to the ground, covering her face as sobs tore out of her chest. The sound was raw, ugly, and full of grief that had nowhere to go.
"Harlan didn't make it," she cried. "He—he didn't... those things... they..."
She looked up at the others with red and swollen eyes as her voice trembled.
"I'm sorry," she said, over and over. "I'm so sorry for how he acted. I know he made things difficult. I know he didn't listen."
The group fell quiet.
They still didn't know the truth—that Harlan had thrown the stone. They assumed this was guilt for his stubbornness, for leading others away.
Some people looked away.
A few muttered bitterly.
"Serves him right," someone whispered.
Auntie Maribel snapped around instantly.
"That's enough," she said sharply. "A man is dead. Two children lost their father. A woman lost her husband. Watch your mouth."
The whisper died.
Harlan's wife bowed her head, clutching her children tighter as they cried silently into her sides.
West felt a heaviness settle in his chest.
Survival came at a cost.
Eventually, emergency personnel began ushering people away toward medical tents, temporary shelters, anywhere that could offer warmth and safety.
West stood there, suddenly unsure.
The sun was already sinking low... evening crept in fast.
And then it hit him.
The neighborhood was gone.
His apartment—gone.
Everything he owned—gone.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The signal bars were back. Network restored.
He typed quickly, messaging his father, explaining what happened, attaching a news link, sending his location.
Five minutes passed.
Ten.
Twenty.
No response.
West sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
He probably hasn't seen it yet, West reasoned. His father was always buried in work. He'd see the news late, panic, then rush over tomorrow.
That didn't solve tonight.
He considered messaging his mother but dismissed it just as quickly. Even if she cared enough to respond, she was in another city. She wouldn't make it here in time.
He let out a quiet breath.
Auntie Maribel noticed.
She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "You can stay with me, dear. I managed to secure a small apartment earlier—temporary, but—"
Before she could finish—
"West can stay with us."
Aria's voice cut in confidently.
Everyone turned.
Ross blinked. "Huh?"
Aria smiled brightly, as if the decision had already been made. "He'll stay at our place tonight."
Ross stared at her. "Our... place?"
She turned to him, tilting her head. "It's fine, right, baby?"
Ross scratched the back of his head, glancing at West, then back at Aria.
"I mean... yeah," he said slowly. "A night shouldn't be an issue."
Aria beamed. "Thanks!"
She leaned up and kissed Ross on the cheek.
West watched the exchange but he said nothing. He didn't want to make things seem suspicious at all so he didn't object. Since Aria was his sister, he had to act like a little brother.
With that settled, Ross excused himself, saying he needed to head back toward the ruins to check on gang matters. He promised Aria he'd be back later.
West and Aria stepped away together, moving past the empty stretch of land where homes once stood. A cab pulled up, cutting through the dimming light with its headlights.
Before getting in, Aria looked at West seriously.
"We're stopping at the hospital first," she said. "No arguing."
West opened his mouth—
"No," she added firmly.
He closed it.
"...Okay."
As the cab pulled away, West leaned back against the seat as exhaustion finally caught up to him. His body ached. Cuts stung. Bruises throbbed. The fight with the guardian had taken more out of him than he wanted to admit.
Aria sat beside him, brushing her shoulder against his.
She glanced at him, then gently reached out, lacing her fingers with his.
For the first time since he stepped out of the ruin, West allowed himself to relax.
And for the first time in a while, he wouldn't be spending the night alone.
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC41: Taking It All In
Chapter 41: Taking It All In
The hospital smelled like antiseptic, plastic curtains, and something faintly metallic. For most, it was a terrible scent but to West it was oddly comforting once he realized it meant safety.
Aria barely let go of him from the moment they stepped through the sliding doors.
She guided him to triage, hand firm around his wrist as if he might disappear again if she loosened her grip. West noticed the looks they got—some curious, some concerned—but he didn't care. H
The nurse at the counter raised an eyebrow when she saw the state he was in.
"What happened to you?" she asked.
Aria answered before West could. "He was caught in a residential ruin emergence."
That single sentence changed everything.
The nurse's posture straightened immediately. "Room three. Now."
Within minutes, West was seated on a hospital bed with his shirt off, while scanners buzzed and lights passed over his skin. A middle-aged doctor with calm eyes behind thin-framed glasses, ran a diagnostic wand across his ribs, pausing more than once.
"This doesn't make sense," the doctor murmured.
Aria leaned forward. "What doesn't?"
He glanced up at her, then back at the screen. "Bruising like this, microfractures here, internal strain along the diaphragm... this should have put a normal person out of commission. At the very least, he should be in far worse shape."
West shifted slightly. "Is that... bad?"
The doctor shook his head slowly. "No. It's impressive. Your body is already repairing itself at an accelerated rate. Swelling is going down faster than expected."
He studied West more closely now. "You're awakened, aren't you?"
West hesitated for a fraction of a second. "Recently."
"That explains it." The doctor hummed. "Tier one, I assume."
"Yeah."
"Well," the doctor said, tapping the tablet, "you're lucky. A few days of medication, rest, and you'll be back on your feet. I'll patch up the external cuts, give you pain suppressants—not stimulants—and something to help your muscles recover."
As the doctor worked, Aria watched everything with laser focus. Every flinch West made tightened her jaw. Every wince had her leaning closer.
When they were finally done, West felt... lighter. Still sore, still aching, but not drowning in as much pain anymore.
Aria thanked the doctor at least three times.
Outside the hospital, night had fully settled in. Neon lights reflected off wet pavement as the sound of traffic sang in the distance.
Aria stopped suddenly, looking him up and down.
"Your clothes are done," she said flatly.
West blinked. "Huh?"
She gestured at his torn, dust-stained outfit. "You're not walking around looking like a post-apocalyptic extra."
Before he could argue, she was already hailing another cab.
The supermarket was bright, warm, and oddly peaceful compared to everything that had happened. Aria moved through the aisles, tossing items into a basket... shirt, pants, underclothes, a light jacket—occasionally holding something up against him and squinting critically.
"This color suits you," she said before tossing a dark gray hoodie into the cart.
West opened his mouth. "I can pay—"
"No."
"But—"
"No."
She shot him a look that brooked zero negotiation.
West surrendered with a small laugh. "Okay, boss."
At the checkout, she paid without hesitation. West noticed her card didn't even shake. Whatever Aria did for a living, she was comfortable.
As they stepped back outside, his stomach betrayed him with a loud, unmistakable growl.
Aria froze.
Then she laughed.
"Oh my god," she said, amused and sympathetic all at once. "You haven't eaten, have you?"
"Not in... a while," West admitted.
"A while" being two days of near-death running, fighting, bleeding, and summoning gods.
She didn't even ask. She just grabbed his hand again and dragged him toward a nearby restaurant.
It wasn't anything fancy. It had warm lighting, wooden tables and the smell of grilled meat and spices filled the air. The moment the food arrived, West nearly forgot how to speak.
He ate like someone who had been starved.
Aria watched him with a soft smile, resting on her chin on her palm.
"Slow down," she teased. "It's not going anywhere."
West swallowed with an embarrassed look. "Sorry."
"Don't be. I like seeing you like this." She paused, then added lightly, "Makes you feel... real."
She couldn't even remember the last time she saw Ross eat. He was never around...
By the time they finished, West felt human again.
They arrived at Aria's apartment just after 9pm.
The building was tall with thirty floors of glass and steel rising into the night sky. The elevator ride was quiet with soft music playing overhead as numbers ticked upward.
They stopped at the eleventh floor and moved towards the second door by the left.
The apartment itself was... nice. Not extravagant, but clean, modern, and warm. Soft lighting illuminated a spacious living room with a wide couch, a low table, and large windows overlooking the city. To the right was a bedroom. To the left, a second room filled with monitors, a desk, and shelves stacked with notebooks and tablets.
"My workspace," Aria said casually. "I work remotely."
West nodded, taking it all in. "It's... comfortable."
She smiled. "Make yourself at home."
The first thing he asked was inevitable. "Where's the shower?"
She pointed down the hall. "Towels are inside."
West didn't hesitate. He rushed towards the bath while taking off his clothes.
The moment the hot water poured over him, everything hit at once.
The ruin...
The monsters...
The darkness...
The goddess...
The near-death moments...
West braced his hands against the tiled wall, letting the water run over his hair and shoulders as memories replayed in brutal clarity. His body stung where bandages covered cuts, a reminder that none of it had been a dream.
He inhaled slowly and then exhaled.
West's eyes narrowed slightly.
He raised a hand, and with a thought, summoned the system interface.
The translucent blue screen bloomed into existence before him, steam curling through it.
He scrolled down and tapped Inventory.
<[ INVENTORY ]>
Items appeared one by one, floating icons arranged neatly in a grid.
Ranging from Rotars florks to other ruin materials, including both affinity stones
And beneath them...
• Chalice of Vitality
West's heart skipped as he selected it.
Light gathered beneath the shower spray, coalescing into solid form.
The chalice appeared in midair, then dropped gently into his hands.
It was heavier than it looked with red diamonds embedded along its surface catching the light as water splashed against it.
The system prompt flickered briefly.
[ Chalice of Vitality ]
Turns any liquid into a healing solution. Continuous consumption over time enhances bodily resilience.
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC42: Dissatisfying Interruption
Chapter 42: Dissatisfying Interruption
Water poured into the chalice from the shower, and almost immediately, a thin mist rose from within, carrying a faint metallic scent mixed with something far older.
West stared at it for a moment, then lifted it to his lips.
The first sip sent a shiver down his spine.
It wasn't unpleasant—far from it. Warmth spread from his throat into his chest, then outward through his limbs, like liquid sunlight flooding his veins. His muscles tightened involuntarily, and a sharp sting spread across his body.
West gasped.
He watched, wide-eyed, as the shallow cuts along his arms sealed themselves shut. Bruises faded from angry purples into nothingness. The ache in his ribs melted away like it had never been there. Even the deeper soreness left behind by Adrenal Control dissolved quietly.
His breathing slowed.
Within seconds, his body felt... whole.
Not just healed... but reinforced.
West laughed softly, incredulous. He turned the chalice in his hands, admiration clear in his eyes.
"You," he muttered before pressing a quick kiss against the cool metal, "are going to do incredible things for me."
As if on cue, a voice drifted in from behind him, cutting through the sound of running water.
"You good in there," Aria asked lightly, "or do you need my help getting the rest of the dirt off?"
West's heart jumped as he moved quickly.
The chalice vanished into his inventory in a flicker of light just as he turned around and froze.
Aria stood a few steps away, framed by steam and soft bathroom light.
She was dressed in a tank top that barely held her boobs and blue bum shorts that cupped her butt cheeks tightly.
She stared at West with a sultry look with her damp hair clinging lightly to her shoulders.
She took a step closer...
Then another...
Before West could say a word, she closed the distance and pressed him back gently against the tiled wall. Her lips met his firmly and urgently as if she'd been holding something back for far too long.
The shower continued to rain down around them.
West responded instinctively, finding her waist with his hands as the heat of her presence grounded him. The kiss wasn't rushed, but it wasn't timid either.
"I missed you," she murmured softly against his lips. "I was... really scared."
West exhaled a quiet laugh, resting his forehead against hers. "Yeah," he said gently, "dying would've been pretty inconvenient. Wouldn't want you to lose your brother..."
She let out a shaky breath that turned into a soft laugh, pressing closer for a moment before pulling back just enough to look at him properly.
Just when she was about to dive in for another kiss...
Ding-dong.
The sound echoed through the apartment like a gunshot.
Aria stiffened.
For half a second, neither of them moved.
Then she sighed, leaned in, stole one last quick kiss, and stepped back. "Don't go anywhere," she said softly, already reaching for a towel.
She slipped out of the bathroom, pulling on a loose top as she went.
West leaned back against the wall, running a hand through his damp hair.
"I don't think there's anywhere to go..."
From the living room, voices filtered in.
The door opened.
"Why'd it take you so long?" a familiar male voice asked.
West rolled his eyes when he heard Ross voice.
Aria answered smoothly, unfazed. "Was busy... We just got back from the hospital not too long ago."
There was a pause.
"You okay?" Ross asked.
"I'm fine," she replied. "You have company."
There was a longer pause this time.
Ross's voice lowered. "Is he here?"
"Yes," Aria said simply. "He's taking a shower."
West heard footsteps, then more voices—several of them.
Then Ross spoke again with a more serious tone. "Young Lord Timothy wants a word with him."
The words were laced with respect.
"The mafia?" Aria tone sharpened as she questioned.
"Yes," Ross replied. "They want a word."
There was silence.
Then Aria said calmly, "They'll have to wait until he's done."
A different voice cut in sharply. "How dare you—"
"Enough."
Another voice cut in before the other could complete their statement.
"We'll wait."
West didn't need to see him to know who that was.
Timothy.
Moments later, the living room was filled.
(( Ten Minutes Later ))
West stepped out of the bathroom with a towel draped loosely over his shoulders and hair still wet and clinging to his forehead. Steam followed him into the living room like a fading ghost, and the moment he arrived he felt the strong presences here.
Over ten awakened people gathered in one living room.
The air itself felt denser, like it had been compressed by invisible hands. Every breath carried a subtle resistance, every step felt like it was being measured.
This wasn't hostility... it was power, raw and unapologetic, sitting casually on couches and leaning against walls as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
"What took you so long kid? Were you touching yourself in there?" The mafia spokesman's questioned while squinting his eyes.
West paused for half a second and then he smiled. "With all the male arrogance and display of masculinity here, I couldn't possibly acquire a boner even if I wanted to..."
Ross immediately froze upon hearing that. 'This kid is bold... you can't speak to these kind of people like that...'
He turned to face the spokesman who was middle aged and tier 2 expecting him to turn furious but instead he chuckled.
The other mafia guards also laughed upon hearing West's response which greatly shocked Ross.
"The mouth on this youngsters," one of them shook their heads while laughing.
"Uh," West said while glancing around the room as if he'd just walked into an unexpected family gathering, "How did things go at the ruins?"
Ross shifted uncomfortably as the laughter immediately stopper.
The scar cutting across the spokesman cheek moved as he answered.
"Nothing," he said flatly. "No artifacts. No intact chambers. Just... destruction."
Another awakened scoffed. "A ridiculous amount of it."
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Chapter 43: I Have Conditions
Timothy sat quietly with his hands folded.
Ross added, "It was like something detonated down there. Entire sections were just gone. Melted. Pulverized."
West tilted his head slightly, feigning curiosity. "Huh. That's wild."
The spokesman's gaze sharpened. "You're certain you didn't see anything unusual while you were inside?"
West shrugged, adjusting the towel around his neck. "Unusual? I mean... monsters, collapsing buildings, people screaming. Pretty standard ruin stuff from what I've heard. Other than that, I was just trying not to die."
They watched him closely but he met their stares without flinching.
Finally, one of the guards exhaled. "We searched him already. He wasn't carrying anything when we found him."
The spokesman nodded reluctantly. "That's true."
West spread his hands. "See? Clean conscience."
There was a brief silence before the spokesman continued. "After securing the area, we dismantled the anchor."
West blinked. "Anchor?"
"A structural core," the spokesman explained. "Some ruins have them. They stabilize the space underground. Once destroyed, the ruin collapses and dissipates."
"So... it's gone?" West asked.
"Yes," Timothy answered quietly. "The ruin no longer exists."
A few awakened muttered under their breath. A residential ruin—one of the rarest, most valuable types—gone without yielding a single tangible reward.
"It was a waste of time," the spokesman said bluntly. "Young Lord Timothy didn't clear anything."
That sentence alone caused the mood within the room to turn awry.
Timothy's clasped his palms together tighly as if struggling with something and then, he stood.
"I want to speak with him," Timothy said while fixing his eyes on West.
The room stilled.
Then Timothy added, "Personally."
Everyone looked between the two of them.
"Alone."
Aria, who had been standing near the kitchen, crossed her arms. "Use the study."
West glanced at her, then nodded. "Sure."
The awakened rose one by one, filing out of the living room with varying expressions of curiosity, suspicion and indifference. Ross hesitated, then followed after them when Timothy shot him a look.
The door to the study closed behind West and Timothy with a soft click.
The room was quieter here. Screens lined one wall, desks cluttered with tablets and notebooks. A faint scent of coffee lingered in the air.
Timothy stood with his back to West.
Seconds passed... as silence stretched between them without anyone saying a word.
West waited, leaning casually against the doorframe. 'Did he forget why he asked me in here?' he wondered.
Finally, Timothy turned around...
All the composure, the authority, the poised arrogance he wore outside... had all vanished.
"You gotta help me, man."
West straightened. "Uh... what?"
Timothy stepped forward with shaky hands. "You really gotta help me."
West stared.
This was... not what he expected.
"I—I needed this," Timothy voice cracked. "This was supposed to be my win."
He laughed weakly, rubbing his face. "My sister already cleared two ruins solo. Two. The elders won't shut up about it. They keep comparing us like we're some kind of competition."
West frowned slightly.
"If I go back empty-handed," Timothy continued, "that just proves what they already think. That I'm unreliable. That I don't have what it takes. She might end up becoming the heir at this point."
His shoulders sagged.
"You don't get it," he said hoarsely. "She's ruthless. She's talented. And she never lets me forget it."
West watched him carefully.
The Young Lord of a mafia family... crying in a study like a cornered kid.
"You're... scared of her?" West asked cautiously.
Timothy let out a shaky laugh. "Terrified."
Then, before West could react, Timothy dropped to one knee and grabbed West's pant leg.
"Help me," he begged. "Please. I'll do anything."
West yelped. "Whoa—hey—get up!"
He bent down, awkwardly trying to pull Timothy back to his feet. "You don't have to—"
"I do!" Timothy insisted with wet eyes. "I can already hear her laughing when I walk back empty-handed. The elders nodding along. I can't take it, man."
West sighed.
This was ridiculous.
And somehow... sad.
He guided Timothy to a chair and sat him down. "Okay. Breathe. Just—breathe."
Timothy obeyed, inhaling shakily.
"What exactly do you want from me?" West asked.
Timothy's eyes lit up like a switch had been flipped.
"I just need... credit," he said quickly. "That's all."
West blinked. "Credit?"
"For saving your neighborhood," Timothy explained. "For the survivors. That story's already spreading."
West stiffened slightly.
"You got over forty people out alive," Timothy continued. "That's incredible. That's... newsworthy."
West's gaze sharpened. "And?"
"And if my name is attached to it," Timothy said carefully, "it becomes an accomplishment."
West stared at him.
"You want to take credit for what I did?"
Timothy winced. "Not take. Share."
West crossed his arms. "Explain."
Timothy leaned forward. "I don't need all of it. Just... enough. Enough to say I led the rescue. Enough that the elders can't dismiss me."
Silence filled the room.
West studied him for a long moment.
This wasn't the demand of a tyrant.
It was the plea of someone desperate not to be overshadowed.
West didn't answer immediately.
He leaned back against the edge of Aria's desk, folded his arms and lowered his eyes in thought. Timothy stood across from him with his hands clasped together and shoulders tense, like a student waiting for a verdict that could shape his entire future.
After a few seconds, West exhaled.
"Alright," he said calmly. "I'll do it."
Timothy's head snapped up. "R-really?"
West nodded. "Yeah. You can have the credit."
The relief that flooded Timothy's face was so raw it was almost embarrassing. His knees nearly buckled as he let out a breath he clearly hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"You don't know how much this means to me," Timothy said, voice shaking.
West lifted a hand. "I'm not done."
"I have conditions..." he added.
Timothy straightened instantly. "Anything. Name it."
West's gaze hardened into a serious look.
"First condition," he said. "You help the people from my neighborhood. The ones who survived."
Timothy blinked, then nodded. "Of course."
"They lost their homes," West continued. "Some lost everything they owned. I want them housed, supported, compensated—whatever you can do."
Timothy didn't even hesitate this time. "I'll make it happen. I'll personally see to it."
West studied his eyes for a moment, ensuring the promise wasn't hollow.
"Second condition," West said.
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Chapter 44: I Just Want To Reward You (R-18)
Timothy leaned forward slightly.
"You owe me one," West said evenly. "A real one."
Timothy frowned just a little. "As in...?"
"When the time comes," West continued, "no matter what I ask—as long as it's within your capability—you do it."
That made Timothy pause.
He wasn't stupid. A favor from a mafia heir wasn't a small thing.
"And if it's something... risky?" Timothy asked cautiously.
West smiled faintly. "I won't ask for the impossible. Just something within your reach."
Timothy thought for a long moment.
Then he nodded. "Alright. I agree."
They exchanged contact information on the spot.
The moment it was done, Timothy's composure cracked completely.
He stepped forward and wrapped West in a tight hug.
"Thank you," he said hoarsely. "Really. Thank you."
West sighed, patted him on the back awkwardly, and gently pushed him away. "Hey. Get it together. You're supposed to look confident out there."
Timothy sniffed, wiped his face, then straightened... and just like that, the timid, desperate boy vanished.
When Timothy turned and stepped out of the study, his posture changed. His shoulders squared. His expression settled into calm confidence, sharp eyes and composed demeanor.
West watched, mildly stunned.
'Damn,' he thought. 'He really is a good actor.'
No one would know that underneath the surface was just a scared youngster trying to live up to everyone's expectations.
The living room fell quiet as Timothy emerged.
The guards snapped to attention immediately.
Timothy spoke with authority. "We're done here."
The mafia group filed out swiftly and efficiently, leaving behind only echoes of power and tension.
Soon, only three people remained in the apartment.
Ross, Aria and West.
Ross cleared his throat. "So... what happened in there?"
West shrugged. "Nothing much."
Ross studied him for a second, then nodded, choosing not to push.
"I'll stay home tonight," Ross said suddenly.
Aria blinked. "You will?"
Ross scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. Thought I should."
He looked at her expectantly. "You don't seem very excited."
Aria smiled—just a little too fast. "I am."
She stepped forward and hugged him briefly, then shot West a look over Ross's shoulder.
It was a look of 'I wasn't expecting this'.
West raised both hands in surrender and shrugged.
After that, the night wound down quickly.
Aria showed West the couch in her study which was more comfortable than the one in the living room.
"You can sleep here," she said softly. "It's quieter and softer."
West nodded. "Thanks."
He lay down fully clothed as exhaustion finally caught up to him now that everything had settled. His body sank into the cushions, and within minutes, sleep claimed him.
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Deep into the night, when darkness had settled like a blanket upon the entire city...
West frowned in his sleep upon feeling a strange sensation...
His shut eyelids fluttered a few times in the darkness and then after a few seconds, West's eyes snapped open.
For a brief, disoriented moment, he thought he was still dreaming.
The room was dim with the city lights bleeding faintly through the blinds, casting long shadows across the walls of the study.
Then he felt it again... the sensation...
Hands were slipping their way up his thighs...
His breath hitched as he turned his face...
He froze instantly upon spotting the feminine figure that was crouched on the floor.
It was Aria...
She knelt beside the couch with her ass perked out, close enough that he could feel her warmth. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, her face that looked more seductive in the low light and her lips parted just slightly.
She leaned closer, placing a finger gently against his lips.
"Shh," she whispered.
West's heart rate instantly spiked.
"Aria..." he murmured with a rough voice due to sleep.
Her hands slid across his chest, slow and exploratory, tracing the lines beneath his shirt as if confirming he was real.
"You scared me," she said quietly. "When they said no one could survive in there... I thought I lost you."
West swallowed.
"I'm here," he said softly.
Her fingers continued downward, lingering for just a second longer than necessary. West shifted instinctively as his mind raced faster than his heartbeat.
He glanced toward the door.
"What about Ross?" he asked under his breath.
Aria didn't look away from him.
"He's asleep," she said. Then, after a pause, added, "Deeply."
That answer didn't ease the knot forming in West's stomach.
"This isn't—" he began.
She cut him off gently, shaking her head. "Don't think right now."
Her gaze locked onto his, intense and unguarded.
"You ran into hell for people you barely knew," she continued. "You stayed behind when everyone else ran. You saved lives. You saved me."
Her voice softened. "Let me... thank you."
West felt heat rush through him. His body reacted faster than his thoughts causing something hard to spring in between his legs.
Aria reached up, tying her hair back slowly, deliberately. The movement drew his eyes before he could stop himself, locking onto her round large titties barely held by the bra she was putting on.
She noticed his eyes and a faint smile curved her lips.
"Still worried?" she asked softly.
"Yes," West admitted.
That only seemed to amuse her.
She leaned closer, close enough that he could feel her breath against his cheek. "We won't go too far," she murmured. "I just want to reward you."
West caught her wrist gently.
"This is a bad idea," he said.
Aria looked at his hand on her wrist, then back at him.
"Then why haven't you told me to stop?" she asked.
West didn't answer causing her smile to deepen as she reached out towards his hands, grabbed them and placed them directly on her boobs.
"Just relax..." she whispered while her fingers slowly traced down his abdomen and stopped at his pants.
She caressed his boner and West could no longer stop himself at this point... He began to fondle her boobs through the bra.
Aria took this as an initiative to draw closer to him again and kiss his lips intensely.
Their lips wrestled gently as West slowly slipped one boob out of the bra.
His right palm instantly sunk into the softness, sending a jolt of excitement straight through Aria's body and causing her to moan in his mouth.
He began to caress it softly while reaching forward to take out the other. Soon he had both in his palms, fondling them in a circular motion and occasionally pinching her hardened nipples.
Although, he couldn't see her titties properly in the darkness, the sensation of having them in his grasp was more than enough.
While he was busy with her boobs, he didn't realize when Aria successfully unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened meat.
The moment he felt her soft smooth hands wrap around his dick, he let out a low grunt.
Aria slowly broke the kiss and grinned upon spotting a glimpse of his facial expression.
She turned to stare his dick and her grin widened upon seeing how intensely it throbbed in her grasp.
"So big..."
She instinctively tightened her grip on it...
"I think it is really happy to see me..." she whispered in West ear and then began stroking it sensually from shaft to base.
"Ugh..."
West's face contorted as pleasurable jolts exploded in his brain while her hands bopped up and down his dick.
Aria seemed to enjoy the expressions West was making and went even faster, stroking his cock much more intensely.
Despite this being a dry hand job without any form of lubricant, West couldn't describe how incredibly pleasurable it was.
Up
Down
Up
Down
Up
Down
With every stroke, his dick throbbed and hardened even further...
West's chest heaved up and down as the feeling of her soft smooth hand continued to work wonders on his hard cock.
She added her second hand to it and soon West could feel something building up within his balls.
Just when he felt like he was going to explode... she suddenly stopped.
With how rock hard he was currently, she was able to tell and paused just in time.
She then reached down and kissed West again while he was breathing hurriedly.
Then she whispered in his ears; "Not yet..."
After saying that she stroked his dick slowly from top to bottom causing him to jolt in ecstasy and then...
She slowly crawled up onto the sofa, positioning herself in between his thighs.
Her ass was fully perked up as she knelt on all fours with her head lowered.
West could see how curvy she was from his current position. Her ass was pointed towards the ceiling, connected to her slim seductive waist and her smooth back which was arched to perfection...
West gulped as dirty thoughts plagued his mind.
He didn't seem to notice that her head was hovering just right above his dick with her mouth open.
By the time he did, it was too late..
"What are yo..."
Aria lowered her head completely, letting his cock slip in between her wet lips.
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