Reina sat quietly at the dinner table, the warm glow of candlelight casting long shadows across the room.
The murmur of distant conversations and the clinking of silverware blurred into an indistinct hum as his mind wandered, lost in thoughts he had tried to suppress for years.
'I am Reina, a girl's name, and today is my birthday,'
Reina thought with sorrow, knowing his father hadn't even remembered it.
[Oh yeah, I was curious about that too—why does a boy have such a girlish name?] Veronica's voice teased in his mind.
Reina chuckled softly and quickly hid it behind his fingers. Across from him, his dad was busy on his phone, likely calling someone, completely oblivious to Reina's thoughts.
'Why did they even name me Reina?'Reina mused bitterly.
'It's almost funny,'Reina thought with a bitter smile.
'They didn't even realize I was a boy when I was born. And after they named me, the doctor had to correct them—*he's a boy*.'
Linda, his stepmother, was walking around, setting the dishes on the table.
'My own parents, so detached, so careless, they didn't notice... or care enough to fix it.'Reina stared blankly at the plate in front of him, his appetite long gone. The name, meant for a girl, had stuck—a constant reminder of how little they'd paid attention.
Reina clenched his fists under the table as another memory clawed its way to the surface: the accident. His mother's face flickered briefly in his mind, a blurry figure from a time that now felt like another life.
'The day she died… I was there. I saw it all.'Reina swallowed hard, trying to shake off the image of the wrecked car, the smell of smoke, the sound of sirens. Reina had been eight at the time, but the memory was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. His real mother, gone in an instant.
The only one who had ever truly loved him is Linda.
'And two months later... two months after she was gone, he remarried.' Reina's jaw tightened.
'Dad didn't even wait. He didn't mourn her. He didn't care.'
His dad's swift remarriage had puzzled Reina at the time.Reina had thought it was for him, because Reina was only ten and needed someone to care for him.
But now, looking back, the truth seemed far more complicated.
Reina thought about Linda, his stepmother. She was kind enough, more attentive than his dad ever had been. But there was something else that gnawed at Reina—a cold distance between his dad and Linda.
'I thought it was because of the trauma. Because of everything that happened.'
Reina had convinced himself that was the reason they never slept in the same bed, why they hardly spoke to each other. But now, Reina knew better.
'He never loved her. He didn't even like her,' Reina realized with a pang.
'he married her because he had to, and after that... he treated her the same way he treated me'
The memories of his dad's indifference were clear now—how he had neglected both Reina and Linda, how his coldness turned to cruelty in private moments.
Reina's hands shook slightly at the thought, but he quickly hid them under the table, not wanting anyone to see.
[You've never asked why, have you?] Veronica's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, smooth and seductive as always. The Veronica's words cut through his thoughts like a blade.
'Why?' Reina blinked, momentarily startled.
[Why your father treated you both that way. Why you never stood up for her... or for yourself.]
Reina swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Fear," he whispered under his breath, barely audible even to himself. 'I was afraid of him... afraid of the truth.'
[I see, let the past stay in the past. Your real parents were bad, bad people.] Veronica's voice chimed in, trying to cheer him up.
Reina realized it was true. There was no point in dwelling on this every year on his birthday.Reina didn't need to carry that burden any longer.
Soon, something appeared in front of him that would've made even a grown man cry.
It was a two-tiered birthday cake, beautifully layered with chocolate, and on top, Linda had written his name: *Leonal S. Kneddy*, with candles flickering softly.
His father had no reaction. He had already finished his dinner, washed his hands and mouth, and silently made his way upstairs, uninterested.
[Leonal S. Kneddy, huh? This is actually much better. Want to replace your real name in the system with this one?] Veronica teased, her voice laced with amusement.
But Reina was too absorbed in the scene before him.
"You flattered me earlier, so I thought I'd make it a two-layer cake," Linda chuckled, walking up behind his chair.
"Now stop staring and blow out the candles,"Linda said, wrapping her arms gently around his shoulders.
Reina nodded, his gaze locked on the cake in front of him.
With a puffed breath,Reina blew out the candles, watching the smoke rise slowly into the air.
Once everything had been settled, and the cake was shared between them, there was still a large portion of the lower tier left for later.
As Linda sat down to have her own dinner, Reina excused himself and made his way upstairs.
As Reina approached his father's room, he heard familiar voices—women's voices. Different ones.
Reina clenched his fists, knowing exactly what it was. His father had been talking to these women online for years. It had been going on for six years, and every time, Reina pretended not to notice.
But not tonight. Tonight, after everything Linda had done for him, after all the kindness she'd shown, Reina felt a surge of emotion.
Linda deserved a better husband.
With impulsive determination, Reina swung the door open, his heart pounding.
What greeted him were holograms of bikini-clad women, projected from his father's devices. Reina stood frozen in shock and disgust washing over him.
For a moment, the sheer seductive scene left him hypnotized, but the weight of his emotions quickly snapped him back to reality.
"Why have you never loved her? I thought it was because of my mother, but everything you've done has proven me wrong. So what's the real reason?" Reina asked, tears threatening to fall.
His dad took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly. "Hmm, what can I say?" He paused, burning the cigarette down as if it didn't matter.
"I'm 46, she's 32. The age gap is too big, and she's like a maiden—innocent, untouched. So why don't I love her?" he said, casually shutting off the hologram projector with his left hand.
"You know why she married me, and why I had to marry her," he continued, rubbing his fat belly in a disgusting, dismissive manner.
"She's a so-called witch. No man wants her, and I'm an outcast—an old man with a 10-year-old son. No girl would want someone like me." His tone was casual, almost bored, as if discussing a business transaction.
"It was just a mutual contract," he added, as if that explained everything. "Now get out," he shouted suddenly, his voice breaking the calm.
Reina stood there for a moment, shocked by how casually his father responded. Without a word, he left the room, closing the door softly behind him, making his way to his own room.
He had finally accepted it—his biological parents were trash, unworthy of love or respect.
'A witch, huh? Even a witch is better than you,' Leon thought, lying down on his bed
[By the way, putting all this tension aside... something seems hard,] Veronica's voice cut through his thoughts, and Leon glanced down at his hips.
It was undeniably rock hard after everything he had just witnessed.
"Haha," Leon chuckled to himself, shaking off the absurdity of the moment.
"Linda is still a virgin, according to what my bastard father said," he remarked with a smirk, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the window beside him.
[But... you're only 16, so you can flirt, seduce, or touch her. Quests like those will be given to you at 18,] Veronica continued, her tone encouraging.
[When you turn 18, you can go further—ravishing others—but not her ,your quest rewards will only be half for your dear Linda until 21,] Veronica added with a chuckle .
"Why half? Are you serious? I'll be an adult by then!" Leon asked, confusion and annoyance creeping into his voice.
[It's protocol. As soon as I realized she's a witch, it became clear that you won't be strong enough in just two years,] Veronica explained, her voice steady.
[A witch, especially one who has remained a virgin for 32 years, is likely to be a cambion. It means she's had an incredible level of self-control, and that's no small feat,] Veronica clarified, her tone shifting to a more serious note.
He nodded in realisation.
[I can do something for you... if you give me permission,]Veronica asked, her voice laced with hesitation.
"Yeah, sure," Leon muttered, his head sinking into the pillow.
[Are you absolutely sure? I can do *anything*,] Veronica's voice now carried a subtle thrill.
"Yeah, yeah. Do whatever, lemme just—" Before he could finish, something cold slithered up his leg, forcing them apart with an unnatural strength.
Leon's gaze shot down. A pale, white robotic girl stood before him, her skin unnervingly smooth, covering every inch of her body. Only the mechanical nature of her head revealed her true form. She was unsettlingly lifelike.
[Veronica's special gift for you,] the robot chimed, its voice a hollow echo of Veronica's, sending a chill through Leon.
Without warning, his hands were yanked into place, locking him down with a sudden, forceful grip.
The robot moved her hand, peeling away the cloth from his hips with cold precisely, his rock sprang out like a jelly and hit her cheeks
[Naughty] Veronica exclaimed with fun
[I see... 6 inches long, 5.2 inches in diameter, and those balls... much more amusing—6 cm in width, 4 cm in height, and 3 cm in width ] Veronica's sultry voice purred, filling the room with an erotic undertone.
Her white hair cascaded like silk, playfully hiding her face as she moved her ass like a cat,
Leon sense a twisted flavour pleasure washed over him, mingling with the fear etched across his face. The paradox of it thrilled him in ways he couldn't deny.
Suddenly, the robotic figure's face opened, revealing a gaping black void in place of a mouth. Just as Leon felt the scream rise in his throat, an invisible force, as powerful as a psychic grip, paralyzed him.
Veronica's delicate fingers trailed down, caressing his balls like an expert , The sensation was overwhelming. Then, without warning, the vacuum-like mouth succumbs his throbbing length like a predator . Each pull was relentless, as if his very essence was being consumed.
Leon Pov:-
"Ahh!" I moaned, unable to contain the sound.
In front of me, the robot moved with like a beast, her lithe form effortlessly prying my legs apart. One arm caressed my balls, sending tickles though my body.
My legs instinctively wrapped around her back, pulling her closer.
She gripped my thighs with an almost mechanical strength, effortlessly lifting my lower body into the air. Her mouth never left me, her lips sealed around my rock as she greedily drank every drop of my release like a alchol.
The sensation was maddening. Her tongue worked with precision, swirling and milking me with each relentless pull. My body spasmed, overwhelmed by the intensity of her suction, every flick sending waves of burning pleasure through me.
Her eyes locked onto mine, glowing with a mix of desire and dominance. She was in complete control, not just satisfying me—she was consuming me
It tickled at first, but her mouth—it was indescribable. It felt like a thousand tongues swirling over me, licking with unrelenting fervor. Every nerve in my body screamed from the overwhelming sensation.
"Annnggh!" I groaned, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
I watched, helpless, as Veronica used her other arm to spread my legs even further apart, trapping me completely. The movement became feral, her motions wild and beastly as her mouth plunged over me, the suction fierce and unforgiving.
'Just wait... wait till I get stronger. I'll ravish you... I'll make you beg,' I thought, a mix of anger and pleasure twisting inside me.
"Fuck..." I moaned, barely able to get the word out as her hands dug into my hips, lifting me higher. My body shuddered, giving in to the unrelenting pleasure as she drank my white liquid, savoring it like a fine alcohol.
Her mouth worked faster, more aggressively, her hunger insatiable. I could feel myself being drained completely, and yet the pleasure never dulled—it only grew, intensifying with each passing second.
I clung to her, my legs tightening around her back as my body trembled violently. The pressure inside me built to a peak, and just when I thought I couldn't take any more, her mouth slowed, giving me the smallest reprieve, only to send a sharp jolt of pleasure right back through me as her tongue flicked over the tip, teasingly.
She didn't stop until every last drop was hers.
But exhaustion was already creeping in. My body, drained and trembling, couldn't hold out much longer. My vision blurred as I slipped into unconsciousness, fully aware that my body was drenched in sweat.
[12 times, evajucated ,Master. Are you feeling satisfied?] Veronica's voice teased, dripping with the sultry confidence of a succubus, perhaps even more than a succubus could.
Her robotic tongue—black and formed from the void within her mouth—slid out I could fell she licked my balls one last time, sending an aftershock through me.
[It's a shame you didn't get to enjoy my ass,] she added with mock disappointment, her voice taunting yet tempting.
She crawled like a cat unti she reached my belly and kissed it for an minute and disappeared into the air, leaving me utterly drained
Morning light streamed into the room, casting soft rays across my body as I woke up , only pain was their to greet but the room was clean and I was neatly wearing cloth
I looked up my manly thing , and it was red like cherry.
"Noo" I cried out
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Author Note:-
The reason why I suddenly changed, from calling main charecter "Reina" and started calling him"Leon" is very simple it's because he now have accepted Linda as his mother rather than his biological parents.
And I used "Leon" to call him is because "Leonal" is kind of a large name to write