Right. Even with cheat codes, he had to put in effort.
Paradise had gyms everywhere. The mansion had one. He could start today.
This was the end of being mediocre. End of being a small fish.
Though he shouldn't be too flashy. Sudden changes raised questions.
Gradual. Smart. Determined.
"How do I get Points and EXP?"
[POINTS FROM: Mission rewards, Sexual encounters, (varies by partner/circumstances) Positive impressions on targets Achievements
[EXP FROM: Mission rewards, Milestones, Sex
[POINTS USAGE: Shop (locked), Emergencies
[EXP USAGE: Leveling abilities]
"Do I have a character level?"
[NEGATIVE. You grow through STATS, ABILITIES, DXD ELEMENTS, and HAREM ITEMS.]
Made sense.
"How do I unlock Shop?"
[COMPLETE MAIN QUEST (100%)]
Phei glanced at the clock: 5:52 AM.
He hadn't slept. Running on adrenaline and system power.
School started at 8:30. No way he was going. Melissa would cover if anyone pushed.
"Status, close."
The screens vanished.
Phei looked at himself—clothes rumpled, smelling like sex, Dragon hanging heavy.
But he hadn't officially tamed Melissa yet. Hadn't offered the Mark.
He'd have to do that later. After sleep.
What he didn't get was the Devil Dragon thing. Was it just an analogy? Or something real?
Who'd believe in actual dragons these days?
But it had a nice ring to it. Sounded cool.
The DxD Elements didn't seem to level up. Dragon's Rod, Tame Mark, Daddy's—all complete as-is.
But Charm Speech and Dominance Aura could grow stronger.
Those two sounded like absolute cheats given his situation at school and home. As long as he had more will than the other boys, the bullying would stop automatically. Brett, Anderson, all of them—if his will was stronger, Dominance Aura would make them back down.
And luckily, Mrs. Adriana was submissive. And she was part of Melissa's friend circle. That way, the mistreating from that whole group would stop once Dominance Aura affected them.
He could smell freedom.
But he had to work for it.
Phei looked down at his Dragon—still impressively hard even after five hours of use, thick veins pulsing, crown flared and ready.
He felt so good about himself right now.
Who knew losing your virginity felt this amazing? Not just the sex—though that had been incredible—but the sensation of power. Control. Victory.
The triumph settled into him like warm honey, intoxicating and addictive. The more he experienced this feeling, the more he wanted. Remembering Melissa's submission—her begging, her breaking, her complete surrender—felt like a drug he'd never get tired of.
He remembered the "then" and the "now." The powerless victim versus the Dragon awakening.
The sensation the "now" gave him made him decide instantly and absolutely: he would never go back to the "then." Would always live in the "now," no matter what it took.
He knew the path ahead. Seduction. Taming. Conquest. Love?
And painfully, he'd have to conquer more women who'd hurt him—like Melissa—to reach whatever waited at 100%.
But maybe that wasn't so bad?
He didn't know how to process his own thoughts. The sick obsession with seeing tormentors moaning beneath him. The thrill of reversing power so completely.
It wasn't good. Wasn't right.
But right and wrong were decided by people on the outside who didn't know what it felt like to be him. Who hadn't lived his hell.
How many had stepped in to stop what was done to him?
Zero.
Phei felt tears prick unexpectedly. He covered his face, thinking about everything since his parents died.
It had never been good. He'd broken somewhere, cracked so deep death seemed simpler than living.
These wounds would heal eventually. Had to.
But at what cost? How much would those who carved these scars have to pay before they closed without marks?
What was his purpose now?
Hours ago, it had been simple: survive seven days, awaken the system, stay alive.
Done.
So what next?
Revenge? Fucking women who'd hurt him?
Empty. Driven by ghosts.
He knew revenge alone led to oblivion. Couldn't be his purpose.
With this system, he could do more and better than punish them.
He would punish them if he needed to—but that couldn't be the driving force.
Power for its own sake? Becoming Paradise's strongest?
Maybe. But power without purpose was just emptiness in a different mask.
Freedom? Escaping Paradise, starting over?
Tempting. But felt like running. Like admitting Paradise won even after he'd beaten them.
Control? Conquering Paradise in shadows, becoming the feared one?
Real weight there. But exhausting—politics, schemes, paranoia.
Redemption? Proving he wasn't trash, becoming important?
Just seeking validation from those who broke him. Fuck that.
Domination? Building an empire, controlling everything?
Ambitious. Maybe too ambitious for a seventeen-year-old who'd lost his virginity hours ago.
Which left...
Hedonism.
Just enjoying it. Harem. Power. Thrill of conquest.
Fucking every hot woman in Paradise until none remained who hadn't screamed his name. Cucking every man and boy who'd looked down on him, making them watch as their wives, girlfriends, daughters, sisters all chose the "trash."
Not for spite. No. Okay, a little bit of that but the real reason was because he really loved women, hot women and he couldn't hide that desire and desire to cuck.
Phei's lips curved into a slow, dark smile.
Yeah. That felt right.
Not noble. Not traditionally ambitious. Not even smart.
But fun. And honest.
He was seventeen, horny, had a magic cock that could fuck for hours and permanently tame women.
The system wasn't wrong calling him a Dragon.
What else would you call someone whose first thought after losing virginity was "how many more can I fuck. Ho many men I will cuck?"
A lustful young Dragon.
Exactly.
And he was fine with that.
No grand purpose needed right now. No ten-year plan.
Just ride the wave. See where it goes. Enjoy every second.
He'd finished 10% and gotten all this. What would the next 90% bring? He didn't know, but the possibilities made his pulse race.
Phei looked at the clock: 5:57 AM.
Time to sleep.
A moment where the powerless kid became something else.
Something dangerous.
Something he wasn't sure he recognized yet.
"Is this who I want to be," he whispered, "or just who they made me?"
The night offered no answer.
Phei his eyes closed, his gaze drifted to his desk drawer. The one he never opened.
Inside: a single photo. Him at seven, grinning gap-toothed, perched on his father's shoulders while his mother laughed. Beach trip. Last good memory before the accident.
He didn't open it. Couldn't. Not tonight.
Because if he looked at that photo—at the innocent kid who believed the world was good, who trusted family meant safety—he'd have to confront what he'd become.
A kid who'd fucked his aunt for power. Made her beg. Enjoyed breaking her.
Would his parents be proud? Understand he'd done what he had to survive?
Or look at him with disgust? Horror at what their gentle boy became?
"Sorry, Mom," Phei whispered to the drawer, voice cracking. "Sorry, Dad. I don't know if you'd be proud or ashamed. But I'm alive. That's gotta count for something, right?"
The drawer didn't answer.
His throat tightened. Eyes burned.
For the first time since stepping off that roof—since deciding to become something other than victim—Phei felt the weight crash down.
He'd survived. Won. Had power.
But he was still just a seventeen-year-old who missed his parents. Who wished someone had loved him like they had. Who didn't know if this path led to freedom or just a different prison.
"I don't know what I'm doing," he admitted to darkness. "Don't know who I'm supposed to be. I just... didn't want to die."
Tears slipped hot and unwelcome.
He wiped them away roughly.
"I hope I'm not becoming a monster," he whispered. "Please. I can't become like them."
Darkness had no reassurances.
Phei pulled his pillow over his face and let exhaustion drag him under.
His last thought:
Monster or not, at least I'm not nothing anymore.
At least I'm alive.
Despite everything—doubt, fear, guilt—Phei smiled faintly.
Because whatever he was becoming, he wasn't powerless anymore.
He had a chance.
And sometimes, that was enough.