Rem's eyes opened to the familiar pale blue sky of Kaisen's pocket dimension. For a moment she just stared upward, processing where she was, why she was here, and more importantly—why every single muscle in her body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder.
She tried to sit up.
but pain was immediate and all-consuming. Every movement sent waves of sharp protests through her muscles, her thighs, her core. She made it halfway before collapsing back onto the grass with a hiss.
"Easy," Kaisen said from somewhere nearby. He appeared in her vision a moment later, fully clothed now, carrying a clay pitcher of water and what looked like fresh bread. "You've been asleep for hours. Your body needs rest."
Rem stared at him—this man who had absolutely destroyed her, who had spent hours fucking her into a state of complete exhaustion—and felt a surge of righteous fury. Or it would have been righteous if she could actually move.
"You," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "You absolute bastard."
"What?" Kaisen set the water down carefully, suppressing a smile. "Are you serious right now?"
"I cannot walk!!" Rem announced, as if this was the most offensive crime in existence. "I physically cannot walk. My legs don't work. Do you understand what you've done? You've crippled me."
"You seemed to enjoy—"
"That is irrelevant!" Rem tried to swing at him but her arm wouldn't cooperate properly, and her attack was more of a weak flail. "You destroyed me. I'm going to kill you!!"
Kaisen laughed a little as he handed her the water. "If you can barely lift your arm, I'm not too worried about your murder threats."
"Don't mock me," Rem growled, but she was already softening. The absurdity of the situation was hitting her. She was too sore to move properly, threatening murder she couldn't carry out, and somehow this was hilarious rather than the tragedy her indignation wanted it to be.
Aria's voice whispered through the mark, amused: "Oh darling!! my cutie finally popped her cherry!! i was cheering so hard last night, not as hard as that boy toy though~ look at you!! Deflowered, and your laughing with him now~. Tell me, did you feel how perfectly my mark moved during each orgasm? He marked you you know, thank me for my mark or you would have probably been pregnant with all that cum~~~ im so fucking horny"
Rem ignored the goddess, blushing deeply but she decided to instead focusing on the water. Her throat was dry, and she drank deeply while Kaisen watched with an expression that was equal parts satisfaction and care
"You're going to be sore for a few days," he said matter-of-factly. "The potion might help, but honestly your body just needs time. I didn't go easy on you."
"No shit," Rem muttered. She paused, then added with pointed sarcasm, "Thank you for that information. Very helpful."
After she'd eaten and drunk her fill, Rem asked the obvious question she should ask. "So, how exactly did you create this... place?"
Kaisen settled beside her on the grass, maintaining a respectful distance since Rem had threatened violence multiple times. "I have what I call a system. It's like an interface that appears in my mind—I can see it anytime I want. It tracks my strength, gives me all sorts of quests, rewards, skills, all of that."
Rem pretended to process this information with surprise, keeping her expression schooled into mild confusion. Of course she knew about his system. She'd created it. But she had to maintain the act.
"An interface?" she asked carefully. "Like what, exactly?"
"Screens that only I can see," Kaisen explained, gesturing vaguely. "When I complete objectives, I get rewards—skill points, ability unlocks, currency. That sort of thing. It's how I've been getting stronger, how I learned to fight effectively in this world."
He paused, then continued, "One of my skills was called Personal Realm. It's a Core Skill that creates a pocket dimension. I spent all my accumulated points on it—8000 points—to unlock this place. It's bound to my soul now, apparently, so I can access it anytime by concentrating."
Rem nodded slowly, internally amused at how he was explaining something she'd literally programmed. The Personal Realm mechanics, the soul binding, the scaling tiers—all her design. "So you just... bought this space from your system?"
"Basically, yes. Along with the ability to control everything in it. The time flow, the terrain, who can access it." He looked at her meaningfully. "Only people I explicitly grant permission to can enter. That's why you woke up here instead of back at the inn."
"And this... system. Does everyone have it?"
"I don't think so," Kaisen said. "From what I can tell, only i have it, i dont know why but yeah... and for some fucking reason, you still match my growth ya damn genius." he studied her carefully, "are you ok....."
Rem made sure to look appropriately shocked. "I am. I've never heard of anything like it. Is that how you defeated those alphas so effectively?"
"Partially. The system helps track enemies, manage my stats, learn new abilities. But a lot of it is just training and experience." He paused. "The system also tracks... other things. Relationship dynamics, bonds, that kind of data. But I don't use that much."
He was being deliberately vague about the harem system aspect, Rem realized. Interesting. She filed that away.
"This is a lot to process," Rem said truthfully. Which was accurate—processing that Kaisen was using a system she'd designed to seduce her was definitely a lot.
Aria giggled directly into her mind: "He's keeping secrets from you while you keep secrets from him. How delicious. He has no idea you're the author of his reality, that you created the very mechanics he's using to manipulate everyone around him."
By the next day, Rem could move slightly better. Not well—walking was still essentially hobbling with intense pain—but she could at least sit up without assistance and shuffle a few steps if she absolutely had to.
Which was why she decided it was the perfect time to exact revenge.
"Elise," Rem announced from where she was lying, watching Elise bring fresh water from the realm's spring (yes, the pocket dimension had actual water sources), "I'm going to kill you."
"What?" Elise looked up, completely unsuspecting. "Why?"
"You were with him" Rem pointed at Kaisen accusingly. "During... you know. You actively encouraged him to destroy my ability to walk. That makes you an accomplice to assault."
"I uh.. listen re-" Elise started.
"Not interested in your excuses," Rem interrupted, then slowly, painstakingly, began to stand up. "I'm going to hurt you now. the first fucking thing you guys do after getting an op thing like this is fuck me!!!"
Kaisen immediately started laughing. "Now that you say it out loud..."
"Rascals!" Rem said, her expression serious with the effort of standing. "I will pursue you both across this entire dimension if necessary."
"Oh no," Elise said, but she was grinning. "She's actually going to—"
Rem took a lurching step forward barely missing Elise's robe.
Elise squeaked and bolted, running across the flat terrain of the pocket dimension like her life depended on it. Kaisen stepped between them, clearly thinking Rem was just joking.
"I'm serious," Rem growled, and started hobbling toward him with determined fury written across her face.
"Rem, come on—"
She reached out to grab him but her movement was so slow and painful that he could have easily dodged. Instead, he stood still, clearly not wanting to hurt her by making her overexert herself. So Rem grabbed his shirt and yanked him closer, then spun to point behind him.
"Elise, you're next." a demonic smile spread across the beauty's face as she became a beast
"I'm not coming out!" Elise called from where she'd ducked behind a far-off rock formation. "You're terrifying!"
"I'm hobbling!" Rem shot back. "You should be ashamed!"
Kaisen was full-on laughing on the ground, shoulders shaking with amusement. "This is the most sexy murder threat I've ever received."
"Don't test me," Rem warned, but she was already smiling despite herself. The absurdity was too much—the most threatening she could be was a painful shuffle, and they all knew it.
Elise emerged from her hiding spot, grinning widely. "Are you done trying to kill me, or...?"
"For now," Rem conceded, lowering herself carefully back onto the grass. "But my memory is long and my patience is infinite. Revenge will come."
"I'm terrified," Elise said, coming to sit beside Rem. She was completely at ease, completely There was no jealousy in her eyes, no tension. She'd helped her man with someone so questionable and she loved every moment of it, damn sluts and slutter
Aria's chimed it: "Look at her. No shame, no regrets. Perfectly comfortable with sharing. She's going to be such a good influence on the others when they join. Altaria especially will need that kind of guidance when she realizes what's being asked of her. You gotta start up your harem too toy, so lousy"
That night, lying alone on a patch of grass in the pocket dimension Kaisen and Elise were off to see Marcus but she could guess they had a pit stop, she had to confront the thoughts she'd been avoiding.
She had enjoyed it.
Not in an abstract, "that happened and it was fine" way. She had genuinely, deeply enjoyed being fucked by Kaisen, a man. She had cum hard multiple times. She had wanted more even as her body gave out from exhaustion. And then this morning, she'd looked at him with bruises on her thighs from his grip, soreness in her core, and felt a spike of arousal instead of regret.
What did that make her?
In her previous life, she'd been a writer. Repressed, focused on craft, never quite comfortable with anyone, no girlfriend or even friends for that matter She'd written characters experiencing pleasure and desire but had kept herself separate from those emotions, treating them like things only to be deployed in narrative rather than things she actually felt.
Now she was living in the story she'd written. Now she was the character experiencing the desire. And instead of finding it degrading or wrong, she found it... liberating. Though she still frowned on getting fucked, gosh if only there was a futa skill
The mark on her back warmed in response to her thoughts, responding to the arousal that came with accepting this version of herself.
"Finally," Aria breathed through the connection, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're accepting what you've become. A woman who enjoys being claimed. A woman who wants to be fucked. A woman will be fucked by any and all things that makes her wet"
"Stop," Rem whispered, but there was no heat in it.
"Why? So you can keep lying to yourself? You felt it, toy. You felt how perfectly my mark adapted to your pleasure, accept it, your not a man but a bitch, someone's and everyone's."
"I'm not yours," Rem said, but her voice was uncertain.
"Aren't you? You're wearing my mark. You're fulfilling my quests. You're becoming exactly what I desired you to become." Aria's presence pressed against the mark. "And the best part? You like it. kinda, who knew your fetish would include something like this, at least its good you moan instead of scream right?"
Rem wanted to argue but couldn't find the words. Because Aria was right. She did like it. She liked being marked. She liked the fucking kaisen and Elise produced, and she was not bothered by how it happened, whatever, its not like it was that bad.
She liked being fuckable.
The thought should have horrified her. Instead it sent another wave of arousal through her body, and she had to use her new Phantom Climax skill just to function, triggering a brief, controlled orgasm that left her breathing hard in the darkness of the realm.
Rem just lay in the darkness and accepted that she'd fundamentally changed. The woman who had woken up in a different world was gone. In her place was something new. Something more. Something that had a deep hunger inside her
Something that was becoming exactly what the goddess wanted.
Three days in the pocket dimension passed in a strange haze of recovery, conversation, and acceptance.
Rem's physical mobility improved. By day three, she could walk almost normally, though certain positions still caused discomfort. But more importantly, she spent those days learning about Kaisen while pretending not to know him.
She learned about his childhood, his reasons for accepting the system, his fears about what the system was making him become, well techinally all this was rems fault. Rem had not created these scenes, these were his own thoughts, she had long forgotten that he used to be just a character, words.
She learned that he genuinely cared about his party members, that his attraction to Rem wasn't purely physical to the most part, though he was still a horn dog. But the bastard did love them
And she told him carefully crafted lies about her own past, mixing truths with fiction, creating a false history that fit her cover while maintaining her secret.
"What do you think happens after?" Kaisen asked on the final evening as they sat together watching the pocket dimension's artificial sky shift colors.
"After what?" Rem asked, though she knew.
"After all this. After the settlement, after we heal Marcus and deal with whatever comes next." He paused. "What do you want to happen?"
Rem considered the question genuinely. "I want to survive. I want to understand what life has in offer. I want to..." she hesitated, then decided to be partially honest, "I want to figure out who I'm becoming."
Kaisen nodded like that made sense. "I want to be there with you for every second of it"
"Dont you have like a plethora of woman to seduce bastard?" Rem cooed. " You might have gotten sweet Elise but who says i will be part of your womanizing?"
"You wont?"
"Maybe" Rem smirked. "Its not like your the only horn dog in this world"
Rem could see a conflicted look on kaisen's face which he was quick to hide, damn possessive men.
On the morning of the fourth day, they prepared to leave the pocket dimension.
Rem could walk properly now, though she moved carefully, aware that the soreness could return if she pushed too hard. Kaisen closed the portal back to the settlement room, and they stepped out into late afternoon light.
The transition was jarring—from the timeless pale sky of the pocket dimension to the warm golden light of actual sunset.
Elise was there immediately, having been maintaining watch over things. "Thank gods. Marcus has been stirring more. I think he might actually wake soon."
But Altaria had said one week, and it had only been four days. Rem filed that away—something was accelerating, was it related to his mana core?
When they entered Marcus's room at the inn, the healer looked up from her patient with a smile. But her expression faltered slightly when she saw Rem's state.
"You're limping," Altaria observed with priestess precision. "Did something happen during your expedition?"
"expedition? wha-" Rem was elbowed form the back by a sweet girl, definitely not a dead one
"Rough terrain," Elise said smoothly, not missing a beat. "Very... very... very roguh terrain"
Altaria accepted this explanation without question, turning back to Marcus. "His condition is stable but... The mana core damage is beyond saving He should wake within the next day or two..... im sorry"
Rem studied the priestess with a newfound fondness. Innocent. Naive. Completely unaware that she was marked for corruption. That Aria had already chosen her as the next target in Rem's descent.
That evening, the group reassembled for dinner at the inn—Rem, Kaisen, Elise, Altaria, and an unconscious Marcus in the room upstairs.
Rem noticed the settlement people watching them as they moved through the common room. Whispers followed Rem specifically, their eyes lingering on her plump ass and tight wrapped breast a little too much, Elise was lucky to have short racks.
She found she didn't care as much as she thought she would.
Altaria was oblivious to all of it, focused entirely on Marcus's condition and on being helpful to the group. She asked if they needed anything, if any of them were injured, if she should prepare healing supplies for the journey ahead.
"You're very kind," Rem said carefully, studying this woman she was apparently meant to seduce. "To help us so much."
"It's my calling," Altaria said with genuine sincerity. "To heal, to help, to serve. It's what the goddess asks of me."
Rem felt her mark pulse slightly—a response to that statement of faith toward a goddess. Aria would love that. The priestess dedicated to one goddess while being corrupted by another.
Later, when Rem was alone in her room, finally her own room, a luxury after days in the pocket dimension, she checked her quest status:
[ARIA'S FAVORITE - Part 3: The Appetite Grows]
[Objective 1: Reach LST 20]
[Objective 2: Sexual encounters with 2 additional party members - Elise: 1/1 - COMPLETE - Altaria: 0/1 (Quest Target Available)]
[Time Remaining: 10 days]
[Failure: Mark becomes permanently visible tattoo]
[Current Progression: -
LST: 18]
[Ding!!]
[Harem member acquired!]
The fuck!?