The dim glow of the computer screen cast sharp shadows across my desk as I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my tired eyes. The last order update had finally gone through. Inventory reconciled. Shipments scheduled. Another day of tracking numbers and juggling last-minute changes was over.
I sighed and spun my chair slightly, staring up at the ceiling.
I always knew working life was going to be rough, but I never expected it to be this frustrating—a never-ending cycle of chasing delayed shipments, fixing routing errors, and dealing with warehouse mix-ups.
I was a logistics assistant at Amazon, handling the backend chaos that kept deliveries moving. My father had good connections, which set me up with this job, but honestly? I hated it.
The long hours, the constant pressure—one mistake could mean a hundred late packages, an entire route thrown off schedule, or some poor driver stuck waiting at a warehouse that wasn't even ready for him. And of course, all the blame trickled down.
I glanced at the clock. 9:17 PM. Great. Another late finish.
With a heavy sigh, I shut down the computer, knowing tomorrow would bring another wave of logistical headaches.
I stepped out of the office, waving goodbye to my coworkers. My phone was already in my hand, my fingers moving instinctively as I opened Kingdom Order—the game I had played religiously since I was thirteen.
Now, at twenty-one, the realization that I had been playing for eight years always hit me the same way. Damn...
The opening animation played, as familiar to me as my own reflection. Seven figures stood in a circle, each crowned with a floating circlet and adorned with raindrop-shaped earrings. They were the Otherworld Kings, the rulers of the game's many realms.
Each crown and earring had its own distinct design and color, representing different creatures—serpents, lions, ravens, and more. They glared at one another for a brief moment before launching into battle, commanding vast armies that clashed in an explosion of magic and steel.
I had seen this animation countless times. Every morning when I woke up. While eating. Brushing my teeth. Sometimes even in the shower.
Back in high school, my parents had banned me from playing more than once, convinced I was addicted. (They were right.) But I was a little shit about it. Whenever they took my phone away, I purposely tanked my grades until they gave it back.
Sure, I was obsessed with Kingdom Order, but I refused to be the stereotype of the greasy, unkempt gamer. I studied hard. Hit the gym. Took care of my skin. Practiced smiling in the mirror. Even socialized just enough to keep up appearances.
My parents were proud of me, and after a while, they stopped fighting my "little addiction." Hell, they even defended me when extended family side-eyed my constant gaming, pointing out how well I was doing in school and at home.
I had a sneaking suspicion they thought I had some kind of disorder, and video games just... helped.
The animation ended, and my fully maxed-out base appeared on screen. I smiled to myself.
I was going to miss it.
A new season was about to start, and with it, an entirely new universe. I'd be forced to start from scratch.
A new universe has been created: [Vilton]. Do you wish to start a new life in this world?
I tapped YES.
The screen shifted, and the usual selection menu for my King appeared.
Or rather—it was supposed to.
Instead, the screen glitched. Then froze.
A pop-up appeared.
[Hello, Derick Malstone. We have monitored your progress and dedication to Kingdom Order. Only five other individuals are receiving this offer. It is with both great happiness… and sorrow that we present you with this grand opportunity. Are you interested?]
I stopped in my tracks, just a few steps away from my car. My heart pounded.
What the hell?
This was new. But hell yeah, I was interested.
…Though, what was with the sorrow part?
I hit YES.
[Thank you for accepting.]
I waited, excitement bubbling up. Maybe they were giving out money. Real money. That would be great PR, right?
The character selection screen popped back up, but something about it felt… off.
I went to pick the Wrathbound King, my go-to choice—
Someone bumped into me.
My phone slipped from my hands.
I nearly dove to catch it, and when I did… the screen was blank.
No. It was worse than blank. It was just—black. Like the void itself.
Then.
[YOU HAVE CHOSEN WELL.]
The phone pulled me in.
Literally.
I barely had time to scream before everything went dark.
And the next thing I knew—
I hit the ground. Hard. Chest-first.
"What the hell…?" I groaned.
Pushing myself up, I squinted against the sudden, blinding light. And then I saw it.
Ruins.
The skeletal remains of a town stretched around me—crumbled brick walls, charred wooden beams, collapsed buildings. And corpses. So many corpses.
My pulse hammered in my ears.
This isn't real. This isn't real.
"Hello?!" My voice cracked. I stumbled forward, frantic. "Anyone here?!"
No answer. Just the hollow whisper of the wind through the wreckage.
I wasn't supposed to be here. This had to be a trick. A prank. Something unnatural was happening, and I wanted out.
Then I saw it.
A Rift Portal.
A towering structure of stone and metal, with a swirling white field of energy suspended in its center. It was identical to the ones in Kingdom Order.
My breath hitched. A cold chill raced down my spine.
I reached up, fingers brushing against my earlobe.
And felt it.
A floating, teardrop-shaped earring, hovering just a centimeter away from my skin.
A system prompt appeared before me.
[Lustbound King, Ruler of {Unknown Domain}. You, Derick Malstone, are the 21st generation iteration of the Lustbound King. May your reign be long.]
[The end goal is for you to discover on your own. But above all else… you must survive.]
"No." My voice shook.
No, no, no—this couldn't be happening.
It was one thing to get sucked into a game you loved.
It was another thing entirely to be forced into playing the worst damn role.
At least in the early stages.
I hated playing Lustbound.
I only picked it back when I was a horny teenager—solely because it had summonable units instead of recruitable ones. Ones you could fuck. And every time I played it, I regretted it.
Because Lustbound had a fatal flaw.
Its health pool was absolute garbage.
HP: **97/100
The Lustbound King's HP and MP were in a constant downward spiral if he didn't have sex.
MP wasn't much of an issue—after all, Lustbound had the second-highest MP stat among the Otherworldly Kings. But that didn't mean much when you could _literally_ die in your sleep just because no one was sucking your dick.
And no, masturbation didn't count.
I brought up my system panels, triggered by pressing the earring in my left ear. Swiping through them, I minimized the ones I didn't need and expanded the important ones.
I reached my inventory. It was almost empty—just a Lustbound Staff and some light, shabby leather armor.
Hp:96/100
Shit. Time was ticking. I had about 97 minutes before I died—killed not by battle, not by monsters, but by my own inability to get laid. If I weren't about to drop dead, I'd probably kill myself out of sheer embarrassment.
I flicked my wrist, pulling the staff and armor from my inventory. They materialized in midair before clattering to the ground.
I grabbed the staff and equipped the armor. The staff's silver body gleamed under the dim light, its head shaped like a snarling goat with long, curling purple horns. It was more than just a weapon—it was bound to me, a part of my very existence. I couldn't wield anything else as my primary weapon.
I turned to the rift portal and pressed my palm against it. The metal rings glowed, the swirling white mist shifting and parting to reveal a village in another world.
Floor 1, Plane 1.
I jumped in.
For a moment, my body was weightless, breaking apart in an instant before reassembling on the other side. I landed on soft, grassy ground beneath a blazing sun.
Mission: Kill the attacking Yoblins.
I quickly assessed my surroundings. A group of armored men stood nearby, clearly terrified. Ahead of them, five Yoblins charged.
Human-goblin hybrids. Grey skin, long hair, 5'2" in height—humanoid monsters. They were completely naked. That wasn't surprising; humanoid creatures were common, and so were their bad habits.
The men turned to me, eyes wide. My sudden appearance had them rattled.
"What the fuck?!"
"Is this a trick?!"
"Shit, shit, shit!"
There was no time for this. "I'm here to help! I'm on your side!" I shouted.
One of them hesitated. "And how do we know—"
An arrow lodged itself in his throat.
The Yoblins were closing in.
Four of the men rushed forward, screaming, "Die, you filthy monsters!" while two stayed back, their hands shaking around their weapons.
I raised my staff. The goat head hummed, purple energy crackling to life. It fired small, fast-moving energy bullets, each with half the speed of an arrow.
One bullet hit a Yoblin in the chest. I fired five more, bringing it down. _I can do this. If I keep my distance—_
An arrow struck my shoulder.
HP: 71/100
Pain flared through me. I gritted my teeth and started moving. _I forgot the first rule of any FPS—move and shoot!_
I strafed to the side, but my shots became less accurate. Meanwhile, the men were getting _ripped apart_. The Yoblins' claws shredded through armor and flesh like it was paper.
Another arrow hit my leg. Damn it.
One of the Yoblins broke away from the group, locking onto me. It was fast.
I barely raised my staff in time to parry its claws. But it was _smart_. It swiped at my upper body, then immediately feinted low, slashing my legs. Blood splattered the ground. When I lowered my staff to block my legs, it struck high, tearing through my armor and skin.
I was losing. I couldn't keep up.
Then it kicked me. Hard. I tumbled backward, hitting the dirt with a grunt.
The Yoblin laughed—a twisted, human-like cackle. They looked almost human, but they were worse than beasts. They didn't kill for food. They killed because they enjoyed it.
She licked the blood from her claws as she stalked toward me.
Behind her, the rest of defenders lay bleeding out on the ground. The remaining Yoblins turned their attention to me.
My wounds were bad. My bleeding was getting worse.
The Lustbound King had terrible stats. My skills were weak. And right now? I had no skills.
It was a horrible class to start with… but its true power wasn't in combat.
It was in my summons.
And—more than anything—it was in my lust.
HP: 29/100
Lust drive: When HP is below 30%, Your lust grows stronger, and your stats rise until your health is above 30%. The lower your health, the greater this reaction is. However, you'll experience great pain until you begin intercouse.
A sudden, overwhelming _desire_ surged through me—raw, primal, uncontrollable.
My pupils glowed purple. Power flooded my body, dulling the agony but not erasing it. It burned inside me, like an unquenchable thirst.
The Yoblin with my blood still dripping from her claws lunged.
I moved—faster than before—twisting away from her swipe at the last second. Her eyes widened in surprise.
Before she could recover, I kicked her square in the chest. She tumbled backward, rolling through the dirt.
The others charged.
I swung my staff toward the archer first. Three blazing purple shots streaked through the air, hitting it in the chest. It crumpled.
My staff pulsed with newfound strength—I could feel it, raw energy crackling through my fingertips.
I turned on the rest, unleashing a barrage of purple projectiles. One after another, they fell, their bodies riddled with glowing wounds.
Then—silence.
HP: 28/100
The two men who had held back stood frozen, wide-eyed. Then their shock melted into joy.
They cheered, celebrating their survival.
But I ignored them.
I turned to the last Yoblin standing.
She flipped onto her feet with eerie grace, her movements almost unnatural. The dust and dirt that had clung to her skin slid off like water, leaving her spotless.
...
My eyes looked at her breast. It wasn't big but was... nice. Then I looked at her vagina. My body ache got worse. My head pounding. I wasn't thinking properly.
But... I needed her now.
She came in, screeching, and I dashed in, my chest got clawed, but it didn't matter. I grasped her face and slammed her ground. She got up again, so I swiped her feet, making her fall, then kicked her backwards.
I threw down my pants. She backflipped, getting on her feet instantly. But instead of charging blindly, she stared at my dick.
Confused. In the next second, I was over her, breathing hard.
You only saw this kind of bullshit in porn. Or of course, Kingdom Order. Monsters were only driven by pleasure, and that pleasure included sexual.
Of course, it didn't always work. A monster only wanted to dominate or be dominated on the sexual field.
My dick throbbed on her stomach, precum dripping down. She just stared at my face, murderous intention gone. Now she wondered if it was a trick or if I was going to do it.
I knew I won because her nose glowed pink.
I grabbed her by her hips. Just about as she was about to make a frantic turn, I swung my hips forward.
My dick entered quickly and hitting something. Her movements seized.
Her body tensed, and there was a screech of confusion from her. The 2 men went from basically anticipating my victory to complete shock.
"Did he just... put his dick in it?"
"What the fuck..."
Then I felt her claws digging into my side. Monster sex was violent. I didn't care, the pain her claws caused was nothing compared to what Lust Drive gave.
And the lust drive pain was suddenly gone...
I lifted her off the ground, arching my back as I fucked her. Her claws trembled and she started making less aggressive sounds.
She began to make weird moaning screeches.
She felt nice. Very nice... But the only thing on my mind was me and me and me. And that she was just something for me to pleasure myself.
I threw her to the ground, stunning her a bit. Then I dropped myself on top of her.
If I truly wanted, I could stop myself. But I didn't want to. I bit her tits and began sucking it.
"Kwaaaa!" she moaned.
My hands went onto her vagina, feeling the softness of her pussy lips. Then I slowly put my fingers in it. I felt the thick nectar.
I fingered her with two fingers. She liked it, arching her back up. Then I put myself in her. I pressed as deep as I could.
She felt tighter by the second. Her entire body tensed once again. My tongue moved up her lift nipples then I basically tightly hugged her.
"Kwa...?"
I spun on the ground, getting her ontop of me, but with me in complete control.
Her breast were stuck to my chest and she couldn't move. So I began fucking her as fast as I could.
Her ass checks getting slapped against my thighs echoed throughout the field. It felt too good!
"Kwa! Kwa!"
It was too much for her, but I didn't care.
Then... there was a build up and I cum. I cum in her.
Level up: Level 2
HP: 32/102 (+2)
MP: 200/306 (+6)
A wave of relief swept over me—not just me, but the monster as well.
Her muscles softened, as if she had collapsed onto her bed after a long, grueling day. It was the effect of one of my traits.
Reliefer: Pain and mind is temporary relaxed once you climax. The other party gets the same effect as long as you relief in them.
With Lust Drive gone, my normal sense of mind took over...
"I just... fucked a monster...?"