The freight elevator descended through Azure Tower in a smooth, silent glide, but Li Wei's blood still sang with the aftermath of conquest. Power coursed through his veins like liquid fire. Level 2 had unlocked something deeper—the spider tattoo on his chest now felt alive, its eight legs subtly shifting as if testing new threads in the air. He could sense them: two distinct pulses. One sharp and disciplined—Captain Zhao Lin, already fabricating reports back at the checkpoint. The other elegant and trembling—Su Mei, still slumped against the glass window high above, cum leaking down her thighs while she tried to compose herself for the incoming security team.
The System panel shimmered at the edge of his vision, crisp and hungry.
[Spider System – Level 2]Host: Li WeiStats: Strength: 64 Agility: 62 Endurance: 72 Charm: 85 Domination: 106
Active Threads:
Zhao Lin (Enforcer Captain – Rank B → Subordinate) Su Mei (Corporate Heiress – Rank A → Resource Node)
New Ability: Web Sense (Lv1) – Passive detection of marked individuals within 10 km. Emotional state, location, and basic intentions bleed through the thread. Unseal Points: 2/7Asmodeus Status: "Two queens already? You move fast, little spider. But the real game begins when they start hunting you."
Li Wei stepped out into the service basement, discarded the stolen maintenance uniform into a recycler, and slipped into the maintenance tunnels. His body moved with predatory grace now—no more shuffling like a broken male. Every step felt purposeful. The old rage that had fueled his first life had crystallized into something colder, sharper. Revenge wasn't just about breaking them anymore. It was about owning the machine that had broken him.
He emerged into the lower streets just as midday traffic thickened. Holographic billboards projected images of flawless women in power poses, slogans flashing: "Harmony Through Strength – The Eternal Matriarchy." Males hurried along the edges carrying bags, leashed pets, or nothing at all. Li Wei walked the center line for the first time. A few women glanced his way—drawn by the unnatural charisma radiating from his enhanced stats. One mid-level executive in a tight skirt actually slowed, nostrils flaring as if catching a forbidden scent.
He smiled inwardly. The venom was always leaking now, subtle but constant.
A sharp pulse tugged at his mind—Web Sense activating. Zhao Lin was moving. Her thread burned with a mix of lingering shame, throbbing arousal, and fierce protectiveness. She was heading toward his apartment block already, abandoning her shift early. Su Mei's thread was silkier, more complex: humiliation warring with addictive craving, her corporate mind already spinning lies to cover the "terrorist attack" in the boardroom.
Good. The web was tightening.
Li Wei didn't head straight home. He needed to test his growth. The underground fight pits beneath the old industrial district were notorious—illegal arenas where bored high-ranking females pitted enhanced males against each other or fought elite female gladiators for sport and betting. Males who lost too badly were often "retired" publicly. Perfect place to draw attention without revealing too much.
He descended into the dimly lit tunnels. The air grew thick with sweat, blood, and cheap aphrodisiac incense meant to rile the crowd. A roaring crowd filled the sunken arena—mostly women in private boxes, a scattering of collared males serving drinks.
The current fight was between a hulking male gladiator (heavily gene-modded, Strength probably over 80) and a lithe female enforcer-augmented fighter. The woman was winning through speed and vicious technique, her vibro-blade drawing shallow cuts across the male's chest.
Li Wei stepped to the edge of the pit and called out, voice carrying easily with his new Charm. "Pathetic. Let me show you how it's done."
The crowd quieted. The female fighter turned, eyes narrowing. She was tall, scarred, with cropped silver hair and muscles carved from years of brutal training. Lieutenant Voss—mid-rank but known for her cruelty in the pits.
"You? A service male with no collar scan? Security!"
Two guards moved. Li Wei didn't wait.
He dropped into the pit in one fluid leap—Agility 62 making it look effortless. The gene-modded male swung a massive fist. Li Wei ducked, drove an elbow into the solar plexus with Strength 64 behind it. Ribs cracked audibly. The giant folded with a wheeze.
Voss attacked immediately—professional, no hesitation. Her vibro-blade hummed as it sliced toward his throat. Li Wei sidestepped, caught her wrist, and twisted. The blade clattered away. She countered with a brutal knee to his midsection. Pain flared, but Endurance 72 absorbed most of it. He answered with a palm strike to her sternum that lifted her off her feet and sent her skidding across the sand.
The crowd erupted—some cheering the upset, others screaming for blood.
Voss rolled to her feet, blood trickling from her mouth, eyes blazing with fury and something darker as the passive venom in the air began to work. "You're dead, male."
She came at him in a flurry—fists, elbows, low kicks designed to cripple. Li Wei met her blow for blow. Each impact sent shockwaves up his arms, but he was faster, stronger, more enduring now. He took a cut across his forearm—hot blood welled—but Pain Tolerance dulled the sting. He grabbed her by the throat mid-swing, slammed her against the pit wall, and drove a knee into her thigh hard enough to bruise bone.
She gasped, legs buckling. He didn't kill her. Instead, he spun her around, pinned her face-first against the rough concrete, and ground his rapidly hardening cock against her ass through their clothes.
The arena fell into shocked silence, then chaotic roaring.
"You feel that?" he whispered against her ear, voice dripping venom. "That's what real power feels like."
Voss struggled, but her body was already betraying her—hips twitching, breath coming in short, heated pants. The crowd's aphrodisiac incense mixed with his own pheromones created a potent cocktail.
Security finally poured in—four female guards with stun batons. Li Wei released Voss, who slumped, glaring hatefully even as her thighs pressed together. He dispatched the guards in brutal, efficient sequence: disarming one with a precise strike, using her own baton against the second, throwing the third into the fourth. Short, savage bursts of violence—punches that shattered jaws, kicks that crumpled bodies. No flourish. Just raw efficiency backed by overwhelming stats.
The fight ended in under ninety seconds. Five women down, one giant male unconscious, and Lieutenant Voss on her knees in the sand, panting, uniform torn, eyes glassy with unwanted lust.
Li Wei stood at the center, blood on his knuckles, a shallow cut on his arm already clotting faster than normal thanks to Gene-Enhanced Resilience. The System chimed.
[Combat Experience Absorbed]+12 Strength, +10 Agility, +9 EnduranceNew Passive: Arena Instinct (Lv1) – Improved threat assessment in chaotic environments.
He crouched before Voss, tilted her chin up. "You want more?"
She spat blood but didn't deny the heat in her eyes.
Not today. He had two threads waiting. Marking a third so soon might strain the limit. Instead, he leaned in, let Venom Whisper flood her system one last time, and whispered commands that would make her useful later—false reports, misdirection, a growing itch only he could scratch.
Then he vaulted out of the pit and disappeared into the tunnels before full reinforcements arrived. Chaos would cover his escape. Zhao Lin and Su Mei would help smooth the records.
Back in his cramped apartment, the door had barely closed when the first thread arrived.
Captain Zhao Lin entered without knocking—her Enforcer uniform rumpled, the black spider mark on her throat partially hidden by a high collar. Her eyes found him instantly, pupils dilating. She dropped to her knees in the center of the room without a word, head bowed.
"Master," she said, voice husky. "The report is filed. Scanner glitch. No footage. I… I couldn't stop thinking about you. About what you did to me."
Li Wei sat on the edge of the thin mattress, legs spread. "Show me how much you need it, Captain."
She crawled forward eagerly, hands trembling as she freed his cock. It sprang out—thicker, heavier, the faint spider-web veins pulsing. Zhao Lin moaned at the sight, then took him into her mouth with desperate hunger. She sucked like a woman starved, tongue swirling, throat relaxing to take him deep. Gagging, drooling, eyes watering—but never stopping. The proud enforcer who once kicked males into the dirt now worshipped between his legs.
Minutes later, Su Mei arrived. The corporate heiress had changed into a sleek black dress that hugged every curve, but her makeup couldn't fully hide the flush on her cheeks or the way her throat mark peeked above the collar. She locked the door, then joined Zhao Lin on her knees without prompting.
Two mouths. Two tongues. Two broken queens competing to please him.
Li Wei leaned back, one hand in Zhao Lin's hair, the other guiding Su Mei's head. They licked along his shaft together, kissing each other around the head, sucking his balls while the other deep-throated him. Wet, obscene sounds filled the small room. Their uniforms and designer dress were soon discarded.
He took them both on the mattress—first Zhao Lin from behind while she ate Su Mei's cum-filled pussy, then Su Mei riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce while Zhao Lin sat on his face. Their moans overlapped, bodies slick with sweat and fluids. He made them cum repeatedly—fingers, tongue, cock—until both women were trembling messes, eyes rolled, squirting helplessly whenever he hit the right angle.
Only when they were utterly spent did he finish, flooding Su Mei's womb again while Zhao Lin licked up every drop that escaped.
The System rewarded the dual reinforcement.
[Thread Reinforcement Complete]Loyalty deepened. Resource access expanded.Stats +8 across the board from shared conquest energy.Level Progress: 68% toward Level 3
Li Wei lay between them, their marked throats pulsing softly against his chest. Zhao Lin nuzzled his shoulder submissively. Su Mei traced the spider tattoo over his heart with a manicured nail.
"They'll start looking for the anomaly soon," Su Mei whispered. "My security team is already suspicious. I bought us time, but… the Grand Matriarch's inner circle has seers."
Zhao Lin nodded. "My unit can misdirect patrols, but higher ranks will notice if too many powerful women start acting… strange."
Li Wei smiled into the dim light. "Let them look. Every one who comes close becomes another thread."
He felt Asmodeus's distant amusement like a chill wind. Two Unseal Points. More conquests would loosen the incubus further—and unlock greater power.
Outside, the neon city pulsed on, oblivious. Women still ruled from their glass towers. Males still bowed.
But in this tiny room, the hierarchy had already inverted.
The spider's web now spanned from law enforcement to corporate royalty. And it was only the beginning.
Tomorrow, he would push deeper—perhaps into the academy where young elite women were trained in dominance, or the pleasure districts where forbidden desires were sold in secret. Or maybe he would let one of his marked queens bring him a new target on a silver platter.
For now, he closed his eyes, the warm bodies of his first two conquests pressed against him, their submission a sweeter victory than any kill.
The Matriarchy had created the perfect monster when they killed him the first time.
Now the monster was awake.
And he was just getting started.