The heat rose like an unstoppable and treacherous wave, my heart hammering hard and out of rhythm in my broad chest, breath turning short, panting, and difficult as I forced my black eyes away from the scholarship student who passed innocently and unaware through the academy's wide courtyard. She didn't even notice the predatory look I let slip for a second — low brown eyes typical of a commoner trying to survive in this venomous nest of noble vipers, quick steps to avoid groups of heiresses laughing loudly in the distance — but the cruel interface forgave nothing, flashing red and insistent in the edge of my vision like a burning tattoo:
[Critical high potential task detected: Immediate physical contact with virgin student. Basic intimate touch: 250 guaranteed points. Full vaginal penetration: 800 points + multiplied virgin bonus. Anal unlocked: +600 extra. (She's tight as fuck, wet just imagining your cock tearing through, perfect innocent to satisfy you right now. Take her in the bushes, master. No one will notice a mob like you.)]
Fuck this shit, shut the hell up. Hands trembling violently on the cold, worn stone bench in the courtyard, my cock hardening painfully against the thick fabric of the simple male uniform, vision tunneling only to her subtle but attractive curves — hips swaying slightly beneath the regulation skirt, firm medium breasts emphasized by the tight corset every student wore, light sweat from morning training glistening on the pale skin of her exposed collarbone.
Daniel and Raymond kept talking excitedly about desperate strategies for the tea party, their deep voices distant like an echo in a tunnel, but I barely registered the words — my mind flooded with primal images, body betraying control.
"Shade? Are you even listening, man? Who do you think you're going to invite? Some safe scholarship girl or risk a mid-tier baroness?"
Daniel nudged my shoulder hard with his elbow, eyebrow raised in genuine confusion, arm muscles flexing beneath the gray uniform identical to mine. I forced a crooked, fake smile, my voice coming out hoarse and strained like I was swallowing glass.
"I'm… still thinking. Someone low profile, no drama."
But inside my head, the poison activated slowly and inexorably — intense desire rising from deep nowhere, pure primal animal urge, an uncontrollable need to jump that girl right there in the crowded courtyard, drag her into the flowering bushes, contaminate her with semen, fuck without mercy until no reason or control remained. My body leaned forward on its own against my will, leg muscles tensing to stand, boots scraping the polished stone with a subtle sound.
Absolute fucking shit. Random Awakening hitting hard as fuck. Here in the open courtyard? Now, with hundreds of noble eyes everywhere, female instructors patrolling?
The student — Olivia, I vaguely remembered from whispered rumors in the male dorm at night, talented scholarship girl from a poor peripheral island like mine, high grades in theoretical mana but zero social connections — stopped near a crystalline mana fountain in the center of the courtyard, drinking water slowly from an enchanted cup, long neck exposed and shining with droplets of light sweat from the mandatory morning physical training. A drop slid slowly down her smooth skin, disappearing into the modest yet tempting neckline of the uniform.
Disgust suddenly mixed with the overwhelming desire — a nauseating wave hitting me like a punch to the stomach, a strong urge to vomit just imagining touching that innocent beauty, but my body took a full involuntary step forward, boots echoing too loudly on the stone.
"Shade? You're pale as fuck, brother. Are you actually feeling sick?"
Now Raymond, low worried voice, hand on my shoulder trying to hold me. I shook my head hard, cold sweat running down my back under the uniform, vision blurring at the red edges.
"I'm… going to the dorm real quick. Feeling really bad, maybe the wrong potion at lunch."
I stood up abruptly, legs shaking like jelly, running toward the gray male building at the back of the campus before I completely lost control and exploded right there. Students looking sideways strangely, whispers starting — "Look at the peripheral running, must've offended some noble" — but I ignored everything, the courtyard turning into a blur of green and stone, desire pulsing like liquid fire in my veins, my cock throbbing painfully with every step.
I reached the shared room empty by pure divine luck — roommates still in the courtyard discussing pathetic tea party strategies, door slamming behind me hard. I locked it with trembling hands, leaned against the cold mana-stone walls, breathing heavy and animalistic.
But the poison gave no relief: total loss of control activating completely, the body acting on pure wild instinct. My hand dropped to my rock-hard cock, masturbating furiously and fast through the fabric, but it wasn't even close to enough — my mind screaming for real flesh, tight virgin pussy, the smell of a sweaty woman. The interface mocked mercilessly: [Beast Awakening fully activated. Duration: 30 minutes remaining. Find a real target or suffer accelerated consumption penalty x10.]
Fuck! Locked inside this room? Alone, without a partner?
But the door creaked subtly in the hallway — someone turning the handle slowly? Not an illusion… a light, hesitant knock, a low and professional female voice from outside.
"Sir student? I saw you running pale through the courtyard… are you sick? I'm from the service staff, came to check the male rooms as routine."
A hired academy servant — young adult commoner, around eighteen or nineteen, curvy and voluptuous body under the simple gray cleaning uniform, long blonde hair tied in a practical band, surprisingly vivid and nervous blue eyes, tall and imposing figure for a woman with large, full breasts emphasized by the tight fabric at the buttons, round, fleshy ass swaying subtly as she walked through the corridors. Pure virgin, the interface confirming with a crazy, filthy blink.
My body opened the door on its own with violence, huge hands grabbing her arm and pulling her inside the room in an instant, slamming the lock behind us. She screamed in loud surprise, blue eyes wide in pure shock, body stumbling against mine.
"W-what are you doing— sir, let go!"
Reason screamed in the back of my mind to stop immediately, this is rape, expulsion, total ruin, but the Beast dominated absolutely — my big hand covering her soft mouth with force, body pressing hers against the cold wall of the room, furious cock rubbing against her thick, fleshy thighs beneath the tight service shorts.
Extreme desire exploded completely — to touch everything, contaminate with hot semen, possess without mercy. Clothes ripped with brute animal force, casual white blouse falling to the floor in pieces, exposing soft, full breasts bouncing free, pink nipples hardening instantly in the cold air of the room. She struggled weakly and desperately at first, hands hitting my chest, but my body heard nothing — hips moving instinctively, cock penetrating wet virgin pussy with a brutal single thrust, slight resistance torn instantly with a wet snap.
"Nhaaa!"
Her painful scream muffled in my palm, walls wet, hot, and tight as fuck squeezing my entire cock like a vise, the soft melting sensation emptying my mind completely with overwhelming pure pleasure. Fuck, truly a virgin — insanely tight, soft like velvet, too good for the brain to process.
My body didn't stop for a second to let her pain pass or adjust — hips thrusting hard, fast, and relentless, pulling almost all the way out and slamming deep again into the small destroyed pussy, loud slapping sounds echoing as her fleshy ass hit my sweaty groin. Free hands playing with her full breasts, squeezing soft flesh, pulling hard nipples, mouth descending hungrily to her smooth neck marking it with possessive bites.
Inside her… tight as fuck… melting soft… too good… pressure building explosively in my cock in less than a minute.
"Argaa," a rough animal grunt leaving my throat, squeezing her soft breasts with brute force, semen spurting deep in hot spasms, filling her until it overflowed.
But the movement didn't stop for shit — thrusting even harder, faster, immediate second round without pause, she moaning now mixed with initial pain and forced pleasure growing, body betraying her with wetness running down her thighs, walls clenching tighter.
30 minutes of total and uncontrollable chaos — positions switched brutally on the hard floor of the room, her on all fours moaning loudly, forced anal with an initial scream but pussy clenching high bonus, points exploding crazily in the interface with every savage thrust and extra semen.
[+500 for fully destroyed virgin, +800 unlocked anal bonus, +1200 for addicted temporary partner, future multipliers if repeated.]
When the poison finally receded like a retreating wave, I collapsed panting and sweaty beside her on the cold floor, control returning slowly and painfully, body aching from total exhaustion as after a mortal battle. She whimpered softly on the floor, blue eyes glassy and lost — already addicted by the filthy system, body trembling after multiple forced orgasms, legs open with semen dripping.
Points jumped to 8120. Time safely extended for days.
But the hallway door slammed loudly outside — someone heard the moans and slaps? Students returning early from the courtyard? A female instructor patrolling?
Real danger hit suddenly like an avalanche, unpredictable, deadly, ready to bury everything.
She whispered hoarsely and pleadingly, hand touching my leg: "More… please, sir… don't stop."
Fuck. The Beast opened a door that can never be closed, and addicted her forever.
And the tea party early tomorrow morning. Mandatory invitations, public dance, judgment of the queens.