The moment I accepted, something changed.
It wasn't dramatic. No light show, no rush of power. Just a subtle shift in my head, like a filter had been removed. All those little voices that usually held me back, the ones that said "don't say that," "be polite," "what will people think?"—they just... vanished.
A new message appeared.
[CORRUPTED VIBES (LV. 1) - PASSIVE ABILITY ACTIVATED]
[Effect: Removes social inhibitions. Target's buried desires are amplified. Resistance weakened.]
[Duration: Until deactivated]
I stood up, testing my legs. They felt fine. Better than fine, actually. I felt... good. Energized. Focused.
I could hear Liora downstairs, moving around in what sounded like a kitchen. The clink of dishes. That same soft humming.
I walked to the door and descended the narrow wooden stairs.
~§~
The kitchen was exactly what you'd expect from a medieval fantasy world—a large stone fireplace, a wooden table, clay pots and pans hanging from hooks. Liora stood at the counter, her back to me, slicing bread.
She was still humming.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching her. The dress really didn't hide anything. I could see every curve, every subtle shift of her body as she worked.
When's the last time someone looked at you like this? I thought. When's the last time anyone did?
"Liora."
She turned, smiling. "Oh, you shouldn't be out of bed yet—"
"Your husband," I said, walking toward her. "He's an Imperial Guard, right?"
Her smile faltered slightly. "Y-Yes. But how do you know?"
"I saw his uniform." A lie. The system was whispering her secrets to me, pulling information I had no right to know.
"How often is he home?"
She blinked, confused by the question. "Well... he's very dedicated to his duties. The capital requires all guards to—"
"So he's never home."
"I... I wouldn't say never..." She set down the knife, turning to face me fully. "He does his best to visit when he can—"
"When's the last time he touched you?"
Her eyes widened. "I-I'm sorry?"
I stepped closer. She didn't move back.
"You heard me." I reached out, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. My fingers grazed the pointed tip. She shivered. "When's the last time your husband made you feel like a woman?"
"That's..." Her voice came out breathless. "That's not appropriate..."
[Corruption Progress: 10%]
I didn't pull my hand away. Instead, I let it trail down—slowly, deliberately—from her ear to her jaw, then her neck. Her pulse was racing under my fingertips.
"You're right," I murmured. "It's not appropriate."
My hand slid lower, resting just above her collarbone.
"But you're not telling me to stop."
She opened her mouth to protest—and I slid my hand down further, tracing the curve of her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.
She gasped.
"S-Sir, please... I'm a married woman..."
"I know." I leaned in, my lips almost touching her ear. "That's what makes this so much hotter."
[Corruption Progress: 25%]
~§~
Her hands came up—weak, trembling—and pressed against my chest. But she wasn't pushing me away. Just... resting there. Like she didn't know what else to do with them.
"I... I can't..." she whispered.
"Can't what?" I slid my other hand down, tracing the curve of her waist. She was so fucking soft. "Can't admit you want this?"
"I don't—"
"C'mon."
I grabbed her hip. Hard. Pulled her against me.
She moaned.
The sound went straight to my cock.
"Your body doesn't lie, Liora." I could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in short gasps. "You're already wet, aren't you?"
Her face turned scarlet. "I-I'm not—"
I slid my hand down to her ass and squeezed.
She whimpered.
[Corruption Progress: 40%]
"Tell me the truth," I growled, my lips brushing her ear. "When's the last time your husband fucked you?"
"P-Please..." Her voice cracked. "Stop.."
"Say it."
"I... I don't remember..." Tears welled in her eyes—not from pain, but from need. "It's been so long... I don't even remember..."
Perfect.
"Good girl."
~§~
I spun her around, pressing her against the counter. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps as I leaned over her, my body caging hers.
"Do you know what you look like right now?" I whispered, my hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. "A neglected housewife with a body made for sin. Wasted on a man who doesn't even see you."
"Please..." She was trembling. "I shouldn't... we can't..."
"Stop lying to yourself."
I slid my hand between her thighs.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
And she was soaked.
"Fuck, Liora..." I groaned, pressing my fingers against her entrance. She was hot, slick, practically dripping. "You're so wet."
She let out a broken sob. "I-I'm sorry... I don't know why—"
"Sorry, for what." I pushed one finger inside.
She clenched around me instantly, her whole body going rigid.
"This is what you needed. Isn't it?"
"Y-Yes..." The word came out as a gasp. "Oh gods, yes..."
[Corruption Progress: 60%]
~§~
I started slow—one finger, then two, curling them just right. Her legs shook. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the counter, knocking over a wooden spoon.
"That's it," I murmured, my other hand sliding up to grip her throat—not choking, just holding. Claiming. "Let it out. No one's here to judge you."
"Ah—! Ahhh—!" Her moans were high-pitched, desperate. Her hips bucked against my hand, grinding shamelessly. "More... please, more..."
I added a third finger.
She screamed.
"Fuck, you're tight..." I pumped my fingers faster, deeper. Her pussy made obscene wet sounds with every thrust—schlick schlick schlick. "Does your husband know what a little slut his wife is?"
"I'm not—ah!—I'm not a slut—!"
I curled my fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Then why are you grinding on my fingers like a bitch in heat?"
She couldn't answer. Could only moan and shake and take it.
[Corruption Progress: 80%]
The wet sounds got louder. Her juices were running down my hand now, dripping onto the floor. Her thighs were trembling so hard I thought her legs might give out.
"Look at you," I whispered, twisting my fingers. "Dripping all over my hand. Making a mess of your kitchen. What would your husband say if he saw you like this?"
"I-I don't... I don't care..." she sobbed. "Please... please don't stop..."
"That's right. You don't care." I pressed my palm against her clit, grinding in slow circles while my fingers fucked her. "Because you're a slut."
"Yes! Oh gods, yes!"
~§~
Her legs gave out.
I caught her, holding her up with one arm while my other hand kept working between her thighs. Her head lolled back against my shoulder, eyes glassy, mouth open, drool starting to leak from the corner of her lips.
She looked fucking beautiful like this. Broken. Desperate.
"You're close, aren't you?" I whispered.
'Please... do not ask... I am ashamed of what I've become...'
"Beg for it."
"Please..." She was full-on sobbing now, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Please let me cum... I need it... I need it so badly..."
"Louder."
"PLEASE!" she wailed. "Please, sir, I need to cum! I'll do anything! Just please—!"
She looked so fucking debauched it only made me want to break her more.
I thrust my fingers deep, grinding my palm hard against her clit.
She came hard.
Her whole body convulsed, pussy clamping down on my fingers like a vice. She screamed—loud, raw, shameless.
Her juices gushed out, soaking my hand, running down my wrist, spattering on the floor. Her thighs were completely drenched. The wet sounds were obscene—squelch squelch squelch—as I kept pumping my fingers through her orgasm, drawing it out, making it last.
[Corruption Progress: 100%]
[LIORA HAS BEEN FULLY CORRUPTED!]
[+50 DARK ENERGY]
[POWER LEVEL INCREASED: 1 → 2]
[NEW SKILL UNLOCKED: DOMINATE MIND (LV. 1)]
~§~
She collapsed against the counter, twitching, barely conscious. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, her ass and thighs glistening with her own wetness. Drool ran down her chin.
I pulled my fingers out slowly. They were coated in her slick—creamy, white, dripping.
Without thinking, I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean.
She tasted sweet. Addictive. Like honey and salt and something uniquely her.
Yeah. I could get used to this.
I looked down at her trembling form. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes unfocused. A puddle of her juices had formed on the floor beneath her.
Completely wrecked. And I didn't even fuck her yet.
A new notification appeared.
[DARK LORD SYSTEM FULLY ACTIVATED]
[STATUS MENU UNLOCKED]
[NAME: Ralph]
[TITLE: Dark Lord Candidate]
[POWER LEVEL: 2]
[DARK ENERGY: 50/100]
[ABILITIES:]
- Corrupt Vibes (Lv. 1) - Passive
- Dominate Mind (Lv. 1) - Active
[CORRUPTED FOLLOWERS: 1]
- Liora (100% Corruption)]
[WARNING: Heroes of Light ETA: 2 hours, 31 minutes]
I was about to check the new ability when I heard it.
The front door opening.
"Liora? I'm home."
A man's voice. Deep. Tired.
Liora's eyes snapped open, panic flooding her face. "N-No... he can't see me like this..."
She tried to push herself up, but her legs wouldn't support her. She collapsed back against the counter with a whimper.
I looked at her—still twitching, still dripping, dress hiked up, completely debauched—then at the doorway where footsteps were approaching.
But I didn't panic.
Because Corrupt Vibes was still active. And I didn't give a single fuck.
I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear, and whispered:
"Don't worry. I'll handle him."
[NEW QUEST: DOMINATE THE IMPERIAL GUARD]
[REWARD: +100 DARK ENERGY, NEW CORRUPTION ABILITY UNLOCKED]
Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Getting closer.
I smiled.
Let's see what this Dominate Mind ability can do.
The door swung open.