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TYRANT'S DEBT
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The walk to the library was quiet, but inside my head, it was a comedy club.
[System: Host, I have to give credit where credit is due.
That line about aiming for the head?
Solid 7/10 on the Cringe Scale.
I almost short-circuited from second-hand embarrassment.]
"Shut up," I thought, keeping my face impassive as I held the heavy oak door open for Yuna.
"It worked, didn't it?
The crowd loved it."
[System: They loved it because they are NPCs with the collective IQ of a goldfish. You beat up a steroid-abusing judo captain and his midget cousin.
Don't start planning your victory parade yet. By the way, your heart rate is elevated.
Are we nervous about the little Queen Bee, or just horny?]
"It's called anticipation," I countered.
Yuna walked past me, the scent of expensive vanilla and hairspray trailing behind her.
She was clutching her textbooks to her chest like a shield.
She was the definition of Campus Royalty-perfect hair, a pleated skirt that was technically against dress code but ignored by every male professor, and an attitude that usually screamed You can't afford to talk to me.
But right now?
She looked like a deer that had just realized the headlights were actually a predator's eyes.
We navigated the labyrinth of the library.
I bypassed the main reading hall, which was filled with students pretending to study while scrolling Instagram.
Instead, I led her toward the Archive Wing.
It was an open secret that the private study rooms in the back were soundproof.
They were intended for oral thesis defenses, but they were mostly used for... other oral activities.
I swiped my student ID or rather, the ID of the original Jin-woo, which still had Gold Access thanks to his father's donations.
Beep
The door slid open.
The room was small, smelling of old paper and lemon polish.
It had a single table, two chairs, and no windows.
I walked in and sat on the edge of the table, not the chair.
Yuna hesitated in the doorway.
"Come in," I said, my voice dropping an octave.
"Or are you afraid of a little dirt?"
She stepped inside, and the door slid shut behind her with a heavy thud.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
"I... I shouldn't be here," Yuna whispered, her eyes darting around the small room. "People talk, Jin-woo. If anyone sees us..."
[System: People talk.Translation: 'I have a boyfriend, but he doesn't hit people as hard as you do, and that makes me wet.'
Logic is truly a foreign concept to this species.]
I smirked at the System's commentary.
"Let them talk," I said.
"You saw what happened to the last person who talked about me."
Yuna flinched, remembering the sound of Chul-soo's arm snapping.
It was a violent memory, but as the Eye of Discernment showed me, fear was a powerful aphrodisiac for her type.
[Target: Yuna]
[Lust: 70% (Conflict is high)]
[Mental Barrier: My Reputation (40% durability)]
[System Advice: Don't just jump her, you neanderthal.
Break the barrier first.
Make her admit she wants it. It's funnier that way.]
"Come here," I commanded softly.
I didn't use the full force of the Commanding Aura.
I kept it subtle, a gentle tug on her subconscious.
Yuna took a step forward, then another, until she was standing between my spread knees.
She refused to make eye contact, staring intently at the button of my shirt.
"You said... you had dirt on your shirt," she murmured, reaching out with a trembling hand to brush a non-existent speck from my collar.
I caught her wrist.
Her head snapped up, her brown eyes wide.
"Drop the act, Yuna," I said.
"We both know there's no dirt."
"Then... why am I here?" she breathed, her pulse fluttering against my thumb.
I leaned forward, invading her personal space until I could see the flecks of gold in her irises.
"You're here because you're bored," I whispered.
"You're bored of the boys who follow you around like puppies.
You're bored of being the perfect Queen Bee.
You saw me break a man's bones in the quad, and for the first time in months, you felt something real."
Her breath hitched. I had hit the nail on the head.
"You... you're arrogant," she stammered, trying to pull her hand away, but not trying very hard.
"I have a boyfriend.
He's the soccer captain."
[System: Oh no!
The Soccer Captain!
Whatever shall we do?
Perhaps we can defeat him by kicking a ball in the general direction of a net?
Truly a formidable foe.]
I chuckled, a low, dark sound.
"Does the soccer captain make your legs shake when he looks at you?" I asked.
I moved my other hand to her waist, pulling her flush against me.
The heat radiating off her was intense.
"Does he make you feel like you're in danger?"
Yuna opened her mouth to argue, but nothing came out.
Her defenses were crumbling.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about," she lied weakly.
"Liar."
I let go of her wrist and slid my hand up her neck, tangling my fingers in the hair at the base of her skull.
I tilted her head back, exposing her throat.
"Tell me to stop," I challenged her.
"Tell me to open that door and let you leave. One word, Yuna. Say it."
She stared at me, her chest heaving. Her lips parted, trembling.
She could have said it.
The door wasn't locked. She could have walked away.
But the [Lust meter ] above her head ticked from 70% to 85%.
"I..." she started, but her voice failed.
Instead of speaking, she closed her eyes and leaned into my hand.
[System: Barrier Destroyed. Target is open for business.
Host, try not to disappoint me.
My expectations are low, but still.]
I didn't wait for a second invitation.
I crushed my lips against hers.
She tasted like strawberry lip gloss and expensive coffee.
She didn't fight; she melted.
Her hands, which had been pushing weakly against my chest, suddenly gripped my shirt, pulling me closer.
She kissed back with a desperation that surprised me. It was messy, hungry. The "Queen Bee" facade evaporated, replaced by a girl who just wanted to be dominated.
I lifted her up.
She weighed nothing.
She wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively, her pleated skirt riding up her thighs.
I set her down on the edge of the table, sweeping the textbooks onto the floor with a crash.
She gasped at the sound but didn't stop kissing me.
"Jin-woo..." she moaned against my lips as my hand found the hem of her skirt.
"The door... is it locked?"
"Does it matter?" I murmured, trailing kisses down her jawline.
"Someone might come in..."
"Let them," I said, biting lightly on her earlobe.
"Let them see the Queen Bee on her knees for the campus outcast."
That spurred her on.
A small whimper escaped her throat.
My hand slid under her skirt. Smooth skin. Expensive fabric.
She wasn't wearing generic cotton. She was wearing red lace.
"Red," I noted, pulling back to look at her flushed face.
"Bold color for an innocent girl."
"Shut up," she panted, her face burning. "Just... touch me."
[System: Finally! A direct request.
See? Communication is key.
Now, stop analyzing her underwear color and get to work.
I have soap operas to catch up on.]
I hooked my fingers into the lace and pulled it aside.
She was already soaked.
The Scent of the Alpha had done its job too well. I slowly entered my fingers into her pussy , in and out playing with her clitoris.
After some time my hands went towards her tits which were actually pretty sizable for a college girl. It was soft and enjoyable .
Her moans were echoing on my ear.
I didn't bother with foreplay anymore,
She was past that point.
She needed to feel the weight of what she had signed up for.
I unzipped my pants.
Yuna's eyes widened as she saw it.
"Oh god," she whispered.
"That's... that's not going to fit."
"It always fits," I said, stepping between her legs.
I lined myself up but stopped suddenly.
I took her head on my hands and led it to my cock.
She reluctantly opened her mouth.
Slowly i began to thrust in and out , it felt so good , the wet sensation of her tongue was making me close .
It went on for about 10 minutes .
I suddenly pushed her off and lined myself towards her pussy.
She cried out—a sharp, high sound that I swallowed with a kiss.
She was tight, incredibly tight, clutching my shoulders like she was drowning.
I held still for a moment, letting her adjust.
"Look at me," I commanded.
She opened her tear-filled eyes.
"Who am I?"
"Jin-woo," she whispered.
"Wrong," I growled, starting to move.
"I'm the only thing that matters right now."
I set a slow, punishing rhythm.
The table creaked rhythmically beneath us, a counterpoint to the wet sounds of our bodies colliding.
Yuna wasn't passive.
She met my thrusts, her nails digging into my back through my shirt.
She was vocal, her moans getting louder, echoing off the soundproof walls.
"Faster," she begged, her head thrown back, her hair spilling over the desk.
"Please, harder."
[System: Lust Points +50... +50... +50. Host, your technique is adequate. A bit basic, but effective.
Like a hammer. It gets the nail in, but it lacks finesse.]
"I'll show you finesse," I thought, grabbing Yuna's hips.
I picked up the pace, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her.
She unraveled.
"I'm close," she screamed, not caring about the door anymore.
"I'm close, I'm close!"
"Cum for me," I growled.
She shattered.
Her inner walls clamped down on me, milking me with spasmodic contractions.
I groaned, the sensation pushing me over the edge.
I drove into her three more times, hard and deep, before emptying myself inside her.
We stayed like that for a long time, the only sound in the room being our ragged breathing and the hum of the ventilation system.
[System: Target Yuna Conquered.
Reward: 300 Lust Points.
Reputation Bonus: Home Wrecker (Pending).
Note: Host, you really need to work on your stamina management.
You finished in 12 minutes.
That's a bronze medal performance at best.]
"Quality over quantity," I muttered under my breath, pulling out and adjusting my clothes.
Yuna lay on the table, staring at the ceiling. Her skirt was twisted, her hair a mess, her lips swollen.
She looked thoroughly wrecked.
She slowly sat up, wincing slightly.
"My boyfriend is going to kill me," she whispered, looking at her reflection in her phone screen.
But as she said it, a small smile played on her lips.
"He's going to try," I corrected, fixing my collar.
"But he'll fail."
I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
It was a confusing gesture for her—tenderness after violence.
"Go fix yourself up, Yuna.
I have a class to attend."
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a complicated mix of shame and adoration.
"Will I... see you again?" she asked, her voice small.
[System: And there it is.
The hook is set. You've ruined her for normal men.
Congratulations, you monster.]
"Maybe," I said, walking to the door. "If you're a good girl."
I left her there in the study room, gathering her scattered textbooks.
The Corridor - 10:15 AM
I walked out of the library feeling invincible. The [Iron Stamina] meant I wasn't even tired.
If anything, the encounter had sharpened my senses.
But my good mood was interrupted by the System's jarring voice.
[System: Okay, Romeo. You've had your fun. You marked the territory, pee-d on the tree, whatever.
Now can we talk about the giant, flashing red warning sign you've been ignoring?]
"The Golden Dragon gang?" I asked mentally, heading toward the vending machines.
"What about them?"
[System: What about them? Host, they are a Syndicate.
They sell drugs, run protection rackets, and bury people in cement.
You are a college student with a magical penis and a shiny new jawline.
Do the math.]
"I have stats," I argued. "I have Super Strength."
[System: You have Strength 20.
An average thug has Strength 10. A bullet has Strength 5,000.
Do you see the discrepancy? If they bring a gun, your Commanding Aura isn't going to stop a 9mm slug from turning your brain into confetti.]
I paused, holding a can of cold coffee.
The System, for all its snark, was right.
My physical defense was still that of a normal human.
I could dodge, I could hit hard, but I wasn't bulletproof.
And if Park Chul-soo was really connected to the Golden Dragons, they wouldn't send college kids next time.
They would send professionals.
"So what do I do?" I asked.
"I can't hide."
[System: You need a deterrent.
Or better yet, a shield.
Open the Shop.
You have 3,400 Lust Points burning a hole in your pocket.]
I found a secluded bench and opened the interface.
[Shop Menu]
* Skill: Steel Skin (Active - 10 Seconds): 5,000 Points. (Too expensive).
* Item: Pheromone Bomb: 500 Points. (Useless against gangsters).
* Skill: Shadow Step (Rank F): Short-range teleportation (2 meters). Cost: 3,000 Points.
"Shadow Step?" I raised an eyebrow.
[System: It's the ultimate 'Nope' button.
Gun pointed at your head? Teleport behind them.
Knife to your throat? Teleport.
Step-sister walking in on you? Teleport.
It's versatile. But it drains stamina like crazy.]
"Buy it," I said without hesitation.
3,000 points vanished.
A strange sensation washed over my legs—a feeling like static electricity.
[Ding! Skill Shadow Step Acquired.
Current Lust Points: 400.
Warning: You are broke. Again.
You really are terrible with money.]
"I need to restock points," I muttered. "And fast."
I checked the time.
10:30 AM.
Professor Elena wasn't until 2:00 PM.
But I had someone else in the house who was a potential goldmine of points.
Hana, the maid.
I had taken her quickly in before, but I hadn't fully explored the Maid' dynamic.
And the System rewarded repeated interactions if the "Scenario" was different.
"System, does Hana have any hidden missions?"
[System: Sigh. You really are insatiable. Fine.
Let me check the database... Ah, here we go.
Mission: The Obedient Maid.
Objective: Hana is currently cleaning the Pool House. She thinks she is alone.
Scenario: The Master's Inspection.
Reward: 500 Lust Points + Item: 'Maid Uniform (Tear-away)'.]
"The Pool House," I mused.
My father's estate had a massive indoor pool that was rarely used.
It was secluded, soundproof, and full of echoing tiles.
"Looks like I'm going home for an early lunch," I said, crushing the empty coffee can.
As I stood up, my phone buzzed again.
Another text.
But this time, it wasn't a threat.
It was a picture.
A grainy, long-distance photo of me entering the library with Yuna.
Followed by a message:
"Cute girlfriend.
Would be a shame if something happened to her face."
My blood ran cold. Then, it boiled.
They were watching me.
"System," I said, my voice dropping to absolute zero.
"Is there a tracking skill?"
[System: Not for 400 points, cheapskate. But... I can offer you a Threat Radar for 300. It will ping red when anyone with Hostile Intent is within 50 meters.]
"Buy it."
[Purchase Confirmed.
Radar Active.]
...
...
Ping!]
A red dot appeared on my retinal display.
Directly behind me. 40 meters. On the roof of the Science Building.
I didn't turn around.
"Got you," I whispered.
I didn't go to the car. Instead, I ducked into an alleyway between the buildings.
"Shadow Step."
Zzzzt
The world warped. One second I was on the ground, the next I was 2 meters to the left, behind a dumpster.
I did it again. And again.
It was exhausting, like sprinting uphill, but I moved unseen through the shadows, flanking the building.
I was going to pay the photographer a visit before I went home.
Nobody threatens my toys.
Author's Note:
The System is roasting him, but at least it's helpful with the shopping!
We have a new skill: Shadow Step, i would've loved to have that .
And we have a stalker on the roof.
Things are escalating quickly.
The Golden Dragon gang isn't playing around.
Drop those Power Stones if you want Jin-woo to throw someone off a roof!
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