He did not remember the impact.
Only the sound of metal folding.
Then darkness.
Then—
Wind.
Warm wind.
The scent of olive trees and salt.
His eyes opened.
The sky above him was impossibly blue — not the smog-filtered gray of modern cities, but something vast and unbroken. A single white cloud drifted lazily overhead.
He lay on cool marble.
Marble.
His fingers pressed against it. Smooth. Carved. Ancient.
Slowly, he sat up.
Before him stood broken pillars, vine-covered and crumbling. A ruined temple perched on a hill overlooking a glittering sea. Far in the distance, white buildings clustered along a coastline like scattered pearls.
This wasn't Earth.
It couldn't be.
His reflection shimmered faintly in a cracked bronze shield lying beside him.
The face staring back at him was not his.
Stronger jaw. Straighter nose. Bronze skin kissed by Mediterranean sun. Dark hair falling to his shoulders. His body — lean, sculpted, powerful — felt balanced in a way he had never known before.
A whisper brushed against his mind.
Not sound.
Presence.
Then—
A clear chime.
[The Ancient Greek Lust System has activated.]
He froze.
A translucent interface burned into his vision.
Host: Alexandros ThaleonStatus: MortalRank: Seed of IndulgencePrimary Directive: Spread Desire. Harvest Pleasure.Warning: Emotional Attachment Reduces Efficiency.
His pulse steadied rather than quickened.
A system.
Of course.
If this was reincarnation, it would not be without structure.
More text scrolled.
Core Rule:Pleasure generates Divine Essence.The purer the restraint broken, the greater the reward.
And then—
A final line.
You are observed.
The wind shifted.
The air grew heavier.
For just a moment — a fraction of a breath — he felt it.
Something immense.
Watching.
From beyond the sky.
He stood slowly, robes sliding against his new skin. White linen, tied loosely at his waist. The cloth clung lightly to his shoulders in the breeze.
He inhaled deeply.
No panic.
No screaming.
No desperate denial.
He had died.
Now he was here.
And this system had chosen him for one purpose.
Lust.
A flicker appeared at the edge of his vision.
Skill Unlocked: Lust Perception (Passive)You sense suppressed desire within a 10-meter radius.
As if on cue, warmth pulsed faintly to his left.
He turned.
Down the marble steps of the ruined temple, partially hidden behind a column, stood a young woman holding a clay water jug.
She was staring at him.
Wide eyed.
Her simple dress clung softly to her frame in the coastal heat. Sunlight caught in her dark curls. She should have looked away.
She didn't.
His vision shifted automatically.
Above her head shimmered faint text.
Name: CallianeiraStatus: Village WomanSuppressed Desire: ModerateMarriage Bond: ActiveResistance to Temptation: 37%
His lips curved slightly.
Interesting.
So it was measurable.
He descended the steps slowly — not predatory, not hurried. Calm. Balanced. Each movement controlled.
The warmth in the air thickened as he approached her.
She swallowed.
"I—I thought this temple was abandoned," she said softly.
His voice, when he spoke, surprised even him.
Low.
Steady.
"Perhaps it was waiting."
Her breath hitched.
A flicker in his vision:
Desire Level Increased: +4%
He studied her posture. The subtle shift of weight. The involuntary tightening of her fingers around the clay jug.
He did not touch her.
Not yet.
The system pulsed faintly in encouragement.
He stepped closer — just enough for the space between them to become charged.
Their shoulders nearly brushed.
The clay jug slipped from her grasp and shattered against the marble.
Neither of them looked down.
A notification shimmered.
He could feel it — the shift in atmosphere. The line between hesitation and surrender thinning.
Callianeira's breathing grew shallow.
Her resistance percentage dropped.
29%.
24%.
He leaned close enough that his breath ghosted her ear.
The system thrummed.
He looked at her giant rack.
"What cup is this? This looks almost...maybe something like i cup..."
Quickly she sees his stare at her tits, not daring to say a thing.
He has an naturally good intuition, so he felt it.
"Can it be that your husband does not fuck you?"
This makes her blush like nothing ever before.
"H-he does not even look at me anymore...since i gave birth..."
He comes very close, so close that their chests press against each other, taking her hand and slowly putting it to his crotch.
And his hands slowly goes to her tits.
"I-its...big..."
He pulls down his pants, his cock leaning against her belly and ready to fuck.
Full of shame, she looks away. "W-we can´t..."
"Yes we can...who is going to stop us? Your husband probably also fucks someone else right now..."
This made something snap inside her.
In just a few seconds they completely undressed each other.
"H-how are we going to do this now..."
"Go on your knees."
On her knees he lays his cock over her face, almost completely covering her.
"I never done this..."
"Don´t worry, lick and suck it..."
At first she was shy but then she remembered her husband and completely turned her head off.
"Hehe...your doing this really well..."
Her tungue playing with it, his cock hard like rock and ready to come.
"Wait, wait...hehe...I almost came...stand up. Bend over!" He said commanding, without resisting she bends over.
Her pussy already dripping wet, playing with her a little bit, he finally goes in.
Not gentle.
Not slow.
A pure ruthless thrust.
"Ahhh....."
"Haha...your pussy...i have never felt something tighter..."
His cock fully thrusting her over and over again with all his power, suddenly he sees it.
She is shaking.
Trembling.
"Are you coming? Who allowed you that?!"
He thrusts her even harder until she collapses to the ground.
"I...I...never felt this..."
Standing over her, he continues to masturbate.
Looking at it, not able to stand up, he gives his load over her.
The wind returned.
The world settled.
Callianeira descended the temple steps in silence afterward, cheeks flushed, movements unsteady.
Above Alexandros' vision, numbers surged upward.
Hedon Points Gained: +120First Restraint Broken: Married Vow — MinorRank Progress: 12% → 28%
Power pulsed through him — not physical strength, but something subtler.
Influence.
Awareness.
A sharper sense of the currents beneath human behavior.
He looked toward the sky.
Clouds gathered faintly above the distant mountains.
For the briefest second—
A laugh echoed in the wind.
Wild.
Amused.
Deep as thunder soaked in wine.
Somewhere far above, something had enjoyed that.
A new notification appeared.
Divine Attention: Registered
Below it, in smaller font—
Amusement Level: Acceptable
Alexandros exhaled slowly.
So that was the truth.
He was not hidden.
He was entertainment.
He glanced down the hill, toward the white walled city.
Temples. Markets. Priestesses. Noble households.
Restraints everywhere.
And each one… a ladder.
His lips curved again.
If he was to be watched—
He would give them something worth watching.
The wind carried the scent of salt and distant incense.
And high above, unseen eyes remained open.
The city of white stone shimmered beneath the afternoon sun.
Alexandros descended the hill from the ruined temple with measured calm, sandals brushing against dusty earth. Below him stretched the coastal polis — terraced homes, olive groves, bustling markets, and at its center, a rising complex of marble pillars dedicated to the gods.
Voices drifted upward.
And beneath them…
Something else.
Warm pulses in his awareness.
Lust Perception activated automatically.
He felt it everywhere.
Suppressed desire woven into daily life:
A merchant staring too long at a rival's wife.
A young man watching priestesses pass.
A lonely widow lingering near the harbor.
The world felt like dry grass.
Waiting for a spark.
A flicker of text shimmered at the corner of his sight:
Passive Skill Upgraded: Lust Perception – Range Expanded to 15 meters.
He hadn't realized how intoxicating this awareness would be. Not the physical act.
The anticipation.
The calculation.
The threads beneath behavior.
As he stepped into the city square, conversation dipped.
He was unknown — yet his presence drew glances.
Not because of fame.
Because of something quieter.
A gravitational pull.
Near the central fountain stood a cluster of women clad in pale robes — priestesses of the local temple. Their garments were modest, white linen pinned carefully at the shoulders. Hair braided with olive leaves.
One among them drew his attention immediately.
Still.
Composed.
Eyes lowered.
Yet the air around her trembled faintly.
His vision focused.
Name: Thaleia Status: Temple Priestess Vow of Chastity: Active Devotion Level: High Resistance to Temptation: 68%Suppressed Curiosity: Significant
Alexandros slowed.
Breaking a marriage vow had felt like testing the surface of a lake.
This…
This was diving deeper.
His system pulsed faintly in encouragement.
A soft notification appeared:
High-Value Target Detected.Breaking Sacred Restraint yields amplified reward.
Thaleia felt his gaze.
Her eyes lifted instinctively.
And for a moment —
Time stalled.
Unlike the village woman, her expression did not immediately soften.
It sharpened.
Assessing.
She stepped forward.
"You are not from this city," she said evenly.
Her voice was composed — but the system displayed a subtle shift.
Resistance: 68% → 64%
"I am not," Alexandros replied calmly. "I awoke near the old hill temple."
A faint flicker crossed her features.
"The abandoned shrine?" she asked.
"Yes."
A murmur passed through the other priestesses.
Thaleia's gaze lingered on him a second too long.
Curiosity.
His favorite doorway.
Later That Evening — Temple Grounds
The temple courtyard was quieter at dusk.
Torches flickered between marble columns.
Incense drifted like pale smoke toward the darkening sky.
Alexandros did not approach directly.
He positioned himself near the outer steps — visible, yet unthreatening.
Thaleia exited alone.
His system hummed gently.
Environmental Modifier: Sacred Grounds.Temptation Difficulty Increased.Reward Multiplier Active.
Perfect.
She approached with controlled steps.
"You should not remain here," she said softly. "This is consecrated space."
"And yet," he replied, voice low, "even consecrated space contains mortals."
Her breath shifted.
Small.
Measured.
He did not touch her.
He simply stepped close enough for warmth to become undeniable.
Torches cast gold light across her features.
Devotion warred with something far more human behind her eyes.
The system tracked it mercilessly.
Resistance: 61%Curiosity RisingHeart Rate Elevated
"You stand too close," she whispered.
"Do I?"
Her fingers tightened slightly at her sides.
A tremor beneath composure.
He leaned just enough for his presence to fill her senses.
Not overwhelming.
Inviting.
The torchlight flickered violently for a moment.
A distant rumble echoed across the sky.
Not thunder.
Something heavier.
Watching.
His interface pulsed.
Divine Attention Increased.
Thaleia's breath grew shallow.
The moment stretched thin.
And then—
Her restraint cracked.
Its time, his first move.
Slowly coming nearer, his face slowly coming near to each others.
A kiss.
"Hehe...no chance to fail now..." He silently thinks while playing with each others tongues.
A few long and passionate kisses later they have an intense eye contact.
"Well...we can´t stop now..." Her soft and lustful voice says.
She looks down and sees his cock through his cloths, looking like its the night before christmas.
"So, so...why don´t you take controll?"
That´s something he doesn´t need to hear twice.
He goes nearer, so near that she needs to take a few steps back until, this went on until they reached a wall of the temple.
His arms left and right, no way to escape.
"And now?" She playfully says.
Without any warning he takes all her cloths off, he pulls his cock out and says "He needs a pussy."
Lifting her up he thrusts his raw cock into her.
"This pussy isn´t that tight..." He thinks.
Her moans so loud that maybe someone could hear them, or maybe already did.
"Who are you?" She has no chance to not command his voice.
"Y-yours..." Her pussy dripping wet.
His hand and her neck, choking her.
"I did not hear you!"
"Y-your...toy...I am...your toy...your little whore...whatever you want..."
"Good girl..."
Suddenly, her whole body begins to shake.
Tremble.
She starts letting go of him, but he. He wasn´t done.
"I-I came..."
Continueing to thrust.
So hard that the clapping becomes louder and louder.
Right as he finally comes into her, she comes again.
The torches dimmed.
Silence returned to the courtyard.
Thaleia stood trembling in the aftermath, expression shattered between awe and guilt.
Above Alexandros' vision:
Major Restraint Broken: Sacred ChastityHedon Points Gained: +540Rank Up Achieved: Seed of Indulgence → Vessel Initiate
Power surged through him.
Not heat.
Not lust.
Authority.
The air shifted.
Above the temple, clouds coiled unnaturally fast.
Lightning arced across clear sky.
A new message appeared.
Warning.Divine Domain Disruption Detected.
High above the world—
Something stirred.
A feminine presence, radiant and curious.
Another colder, furious.
And somewhere beneath it all…
Laughter soaked in wine.
Thaleia staggered back, eyes wide.
"What have I done…" she whispered.
Alexandros said nothing.
Because he understood now.
This was no longer about individuals.
Each act rippled upward.
To Olympus.
To gods who ruled domains of marriage, chastity, devotion.
And he had just shaken one.
A final notification appeared in red:
Hera's Displeasure: Registered.
The temperature dropped sharply.
The wind died.
And for the first time since his rebirth—
Alexandros felt something that was not calculation.
Not desire.
Not anticipation.
Danger.
High above, unseen eyes narrowed.