Phei dumped everything onto his bed—the credit card, the apartment documents and keys, the secured iPhone still in its box—and looked around the room he'd hated for so many reasons over so many years.
In comparison to what he'd just been given by Melissa, this place was a proper shithole. Despite being in one of the most expensive mansions in Paradise, his room was tiny, cramped, stuck next to the bloody laundry room like an afterthought.
The smallest bedroom in a twelve-bedroom house. Hand-me-down furniture.
A crack in the mirror from when Danton had thrown a shoe at it. Water stains on the ceiling that nobody had bothered to fix.
A servant's room. That's what it had always been.
But not for much longer.
Phei sat down on the bed, pulled out his old cracked iPhone, and typed in the address from the apartment documents.
The website loaded—Paradise Downtown Luxury Residences—and there it was. His new place. His freedom.
He scrolled through the pictures slowly, drinking them in. Each photo, each angle, the added videos that showed different units in Downtown Paradise. The lobbies that looked like five-star hotel entrances.
Marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, doormen in crisp uniforms, the faint scent of wealth in the air.
The amenities —pools, gyms, private theaters, concierge services. The apartments themselves, sleek and modern and so far removed from this cramped box he was sitting in that it felt like looking at a different planet.
Phei zoomed in on details, studied the layouts, soaked it all in like he was drowning in a fantasy he'd be living soon. As soon as he went there. As soon as he could escape this house for a few hours and just be somewhere that was his.
This was where his journey would be based, at least for the start. The best place he could run to from real Paradise where everyone knew him, knew his face, knew he was the charity case. There in Downtown Paradise, nobody would know him.
Nobody would care. He'd just be another resident, another face in the crowd.
And there were hot women there too. Celebrities even, the kind who rented luxury apartments when they visited Paradise for events or parties. Beautiful, wealthy, famous women who wouldn't know Phei Maxton from anyone else.
Women who moved with confidence, who laughed freely, who wore clothes that hugged curves he could already imagine peeling away.
He couldn't help but laugh—a sharp, slightly manic sound that echoed in his tiny room.
For a person who'd never even masturbated (because it would remind him of the stupid face and disgusting look Danton had when he came, and Danton had sometimes forced him to look, forced him to watch), he'd become incredibly lustful so fast.
Couldn't think about any advantage or opportunity anymore without immediately adding women and sex to the equation.
A Dragon indeed. Hahahaha!
His laughter died down to a grin, but the satisfaction remained. A dark, hungry satisfaction that coiled in his gut like a living thing.
Given the circumstances, he wouldn't be able to live at the apartment full-time. Not yet. Only when Harold was on his business trips could Phei properly move in, unless he came up with a solid reason to move out entirely—which wouldn't be easy, not without raising suspicions.
But he could go there whenever he wanted. Whenever he needed space. Whenever he had... company.
The good thing about this house—the Maxton mansion—was how little anyone actually cared about his schedule. As long as he came back each night, as long as they saw his "annoying face" each day to remind themselves how charitable they were, nobody questioned where he went or what he did.
They didn't give enough of a shit to ask.
These advantages had been there for so long, just sitting unused because Phei had been too broken, too focused on survival to see them for what they were.
But he had them now. He saw them now. And he would use them ruthlessly.
And now with Melissa on his side—it meant she was likely going to hire more housework staff to replace the many jobs he'd been doing on his own. Cleaning, cooking, errands, all that shite. Which meant even more free time. More freedom to operate.
Harold would ask questions, obviously. The man noticed when money moved, when routines changed. But Melissa would have the answers. She always did when it came to household management.
"We need proper staff, Harold. I can't be expected to run this house alone anymore. It's undignified."
As long as Phei didn't do anything suspicious to attract Harold's attention directly—and he was going to repeat this to himself like a mantra: Harold's attention meant trouble in the long run—he could operate freely.
The man was paranoid enough to hire a private investigator if he got properly suspicious.
Phei had heard him threaten it once when Victoria had come home late from college without calling.
So, the rule was simple: don't do anything suspicious. Stay in the shadows. Keep his conquests quiet and his movements careful.
He could fuck the whole house—literally, every woman in it—without Harold knowing, as long as he was smart about it.
Just don't do anything suspicious.
Phei hadn't come up with a proper plan yet for how he was going to move forward.
No detailed strategy, no timeline. But he knew one thing for absolute certain: he had to keep to the shadows.
Do whatever he did in the shadows, only becoming visible to those he wanted sitting on his Dragon's Rod.
Making a plan for his new self. That was the next step.
But there was another issue, wasn't there? A more immediate problem.
He was weak. His body was still weak.
His sex stamina was low—or at least, his body's stamina was low. His Dragon Rod could go on and on, thanks to the system's modifications. Endless stamina, no refractory period, could stay hard for hours. But today, while fucking Melissa, he'd gotten tired. His body had flagged even though his cock stayed erect and ready.
Sweat had beaded on his forehead, muscles burned, breath came ragged—limits of a body that had been starved, overworked, broken for years.
He needed to fix that. Soon.
Melissa had been beyond satisfied, yeah. Completely wrecked, marked, claimed. But she could've still gone on if he'd had the energy. Her pussy was satisfied beyond anything she'd ever experienced, but her body still had capacity.
He didn't want that anymore. Didn't want to be the limiting factor. No more half-measures, no more gasping for breath while his conquest begged for more.
He wanted to be done with a woman when she was totally spent. Not just satisfied beyond measure.
Not just her pussy satisfied beyond anything she'd ever had. But also, without any power left to walk. Without the ability to do anything except lie there trembling and completely, utterly destroyed.
Limbs limp, eyes glazed with exhaustion, voice reduced to whimpers—his mark etched not just on her soul, but carved into her very bones.
That was his verdict as a young Dragon. Leave a trail when his Dragon's breath touched. A scorched land and bodies waiting to heal. A legacy of ecstasy and ruin, whispered about in hushed tones long after he'd moved on.
Also, with his current stamina, he wouldn't be able to handle a threesome. Or a foursome. Much less an orgy.
Which Dragon with a harem couldn't handle an orgy? That had to change. Had to be fixed. He'd build an empire of pleasure, and he'd damn well rule it without faltering.
This was where the Dragon Rise Routine came in.
[DING!]
[NEW DAILY MISSION UNLOCKED: DRAGON RISE ROUTINE]
Blue text exploded across his vision, and Phei leaned back on his bed to read it properly. The glow reflected in his eyes, sharp and hungry, like a predator spotting fresh prey.
[DRAGON RISE ROUTINE - DAILY MISSION]
[A comprehensive training regimen to transform the Dragon from weak to worthy.]
STAGE 1: Morning Warrior Routine (20 min)
50 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 30 squats before breakfast
Rewards: +1 Strength, +1 Endurance, +5 Points
Penalty:None
STAGE 2: Dragon's Stamina (60 min)
Run 5km outdoors OR Swim 30 laps
Rewards: +1 Endurance, +1 Agility, +10 Points
Penalty:Miss 3 consecutive days = -100 Points
STAGE 3:Iron Body Challenge (90 min)
60 min full-body weight training
+ 30 min focused abs
Rewards: +1 Strength, +5 EXP, visible muscle improvement
Penalty:None
STAGE 4: Flexibility & Control (30 min)
Stretching/yoga before bed
Rewards: +1 Agility, improved sexual stamina, +5 Points Penalty: None
[DAILY TOTALS:
Time: 3 hours 20 minutes
Stats: +6 (+2 STR, +2 END, +2 AGI)
Points: +20
EXP: +5
[COMPLETION BONUSES:
7 Days:+50 Points. +10 EXP. Unlock "Morning Dragon" title.
30 Days:+200 Points. +50 EXP. +5 permanent to all physical stats. Unlock "Iron Dragon" title
90 Days:+500 Points. +150 EXP. +10 permanent to all stats. Unlock "Ascended Dragon" title
[NOTE:Consistency transforms weakness into power. Begin tomorrow, 6:00 AM.]
Phei stared at it, doing the maths in his head while his fingers drummed against his thigh. His mind raced, calculating not just numbers, but the transformation—the raw power waiting to be unleashed.
Three hours and twenty minutes total. Every single day.
That was... a lot. Proper commitment. But the rewards—Christ, the rewards. They dangled like forbidden fruit, promising to reshape him into something unstoppable.