The surgical lights burned like judgment itself.
Liu Wei lay naked on the cold metal table, heart slamming against his ribs while the doctor's scalpel hovered over his groin. The anesthesia was supposed to knock him out. It didn't.
"Make it big this time," Liu Wei hissed through clenched teeth, sweat pouring down his face. "I'm tired of being the guy with the tiny dick. Just… fix me."
The doctor didn't answer. He only nodded and pressed the blade down.
White-hot pain exploded between Liu Wei's legs. Monitors screamed. Voices blurred into panic.
"Blood pressure crashing!"
"We're losing him!"
Liu Wei's vision tunneled. Twenty-eight years of humiliation flashed before his eyes—girlfriends giggling behind their hands, locker-room jokes, the way women's faces changed the second they saw his pathetic four centimeters. He had spent every last yuan on this back-alley surgery. His final desperate attempt to become a man.
Darkness swallowed him.
Then a cold, mocking voice cut through the void like a whip.
[Pathetic. You actually died trying to upgrade that sad little shrimp. Congratulations, Tiny Dick. Welcome to the Pleasure Domination System.]
Liu Wei—no, something was wrong. His soul slammed into a new container like a meteor.
His eyes snapped open.
He was no longer in a hospital. He lay on a wide wooden bed draped in red silk inside a dimly lit chamber that smelled of sandalwood and old stone. Ancient-style furniture, paper lanterns, the faint hum of spiritual qi in the air. This wasn't Earth. This was… a cultivation world.
Memories that weren't his flooded in.
Liu Tian. Eighteen years old. Outer disciple of the declining Liu Clan. Trash spiritual roots. Stuck at the second layer of Qi Refining for three years straight. Everyone called him the clan's biggest waste. And the worst part? The original Liu Tian had been mocked for the same thing Liu Wei had died for—rumors that he was "lacking" between the legs.
But this body felt different already.
Liu Tian sat up fast. His limbs were thinner than he expected, weak, no muscle definition. Yet something heavy rested against his thigh under the thin inner robe. Very heavy.
He yanked the robe open.
His eyes went wide.
"Holy… fuck…"
Even completely soft, the cock hanging between his legs was monstrous. Thick as his wrist, veined like a coiling dragon, easily twenty-five centimeters long and still growing harder just from the cool air. The head was fat and aggressive. The balls beneath it hung full and heavy. It twitched once, as if alive, and thickened further until it stood proud and throbbing, easily thirty-five centimeters of pure, vein-ridged power.
A lifetime of shame vanished in a single heartbeat.
Liu Tian wrapped one hand around it—his fingers didn't even meet—and a rush of pure dopamine slammed into his brain. This wasn't just big. This was a weapon. A tyrant's cock.
[Look at you,] the same mocking voice sneered directly inside his skull. [From a pathetic four-centimeter earthworm that couldn't satisfy a finger to this fat horse cock that could split mountains. Pathetic upgrade, Tiny. But at least the hardware finally matches the name "Tian." Don't get excited though. Your brain is still that of a virgin loser who died on an operating table.]
"Who the hell are you?!" Liu Tian growled, voice hoarse.
The system laughed, low and cruel.
[I'm the Pleasure Domination System, dumbass. Bound to your pathetic soul the second you croaked. You collect Pleasure Points through sex. Every thrust, every moan you rip out of a woman, every hole you conquer gives points. The prouder and more arrogant the woman, the sweeter the reward. Especially anal. Break a haughty ice queen's pride by pounding her tight ass? ×2 to ×5 multiplier depending on how much she thought she was better than you. Cute, right?]
Liu Tian's massive new cock throbbed harder at the words, a bead of precum already forming at the tip.
[Current stats, loser:
Pleasure Points: 0
Cultivation: Qi Refining Stage 2 (Absolute Trash)
Talent: None
Special Physique: None
Biggest Shame: Died trying to fix a tiny dick]
Liu Tian's face burned, but excitement burned hotter.
"Give me something useful then."
[Fine. Beginner's pity gift. One free Lucky Wheel Spin. Spin it before I change my mind, Tiny.]
A glowing blue wheel materialized in his vision. Sections spun past: "Minor Qi Boost," "Basic Sword Technique," "Aphrodisiac Mist," "Iron Cock Constitution," and more. Liu Tian focused.
"Spin!"
The wheel whirled wildly, colors blurring, then slowed… slowed… and stopped.
[Ding! Congratulations! You have obtained: Basic Stamina Boost (Low Grade)]
Warm energy flooded his meridians and muscles. His breathing steadied. His legs felt stronger. Most importantly, his new monster cock pulsed with fresh vitality—he knew instinctively he could now last for hours without softening. Recovery would be lightning fast.
It was small. But it was the first real progress either of his lives had ever felt.
Liu Tian clenched his fist. A savage grin split his face.
[Don't cream your robes yet, former tiny-dick loser,] the system taunted. [This is the bottom of the barrel. But hey—at least now you have the tool to start turning arrogant beauties into moaning sluts. Good luck, Tiny.]
Before Liu Tian could curse the system again, the wooden door slammed open.
A young female servant stumbled in, face pale with terror. She kept her eyes on the floor, bowing so low her forehead nearly touched the ground.
"Young Master Liu Tian! Terrible news!"
Liu Tian's eyes narrowed. "Speak."
The servant's voice trembled. "Miss Feng Lan… your fiancée from the Feng Clan… she has arrived at the main hall with three elders. She demands the engagement be officially dissolved—right now, in front of the entire Liu Clan family. She says she refuses to marry a useless waste any longer."
Feng Lan.
The Ice Beauty. Cold, arrogant, peerlessly talented at the seventh layer of Qi Refining at only eighteen. Long silver hair, piercing blue eyes, body carved by the heavens. In Liu Tian's merged memories she had never once looked at him with anything but disgust. She had called him "shrimp" behind closed doors. The engagement had been forced by their grandfathers years ago, and now she wanted to publicly humiliate him and cut all ties.
Liu Tian's massive cock twitched violently under the robe, already half-hard again at the thought.
The old Liu Tian would have begged.
The new Liu Tian felt only dark, hungry anticipation.
A slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips.
"Perfect," he whispered.
The system's voice dripped with wicked amusement.
[Oh? Looks like your very first target just walked straight into the arena. That proud ice princess with her sky-high arrogance… I can already smell the Pleasure Points. ×4 multiplier at minimum if you break her ass first. Ready to start your domination arc, Tiny?]
Liu Tian stood up slowly, his enormous new cock straining visibly against the thin robe like a hidden blade.
The servant gasped and quickly looked away.
Outside the window, the distant sound of the main hall bells rang—summoning every member of the Liu Clan to witness his public disgrace.
But Liu Tian wasn't the same pathetic boy anymore.
He was the new tyrant.
And Feng Lan had just volunteered to be his first conquest.