[Content Warning (18+): Contains explicit consensual sexual content and light BDSM. Reader discretion advised.]
Magnus and Alejandra lay tangled in sheets, sweat cooling on their skin. Her head rested on his chest, breaths syncing in the afterglow. But rest was short; her fingers traced his abs, arousal flickering back in the stats menu. "Round two?" she murmured, nipping his earlobe.
He grinned, rolling her beneath him. "Your kinks, your rules." She took out a blindfold from her drawer and gave it to him. He tied it snug over her eyes, her world going dark as she bit her lip. Trust at 85, submission climbing to 30. He positioned her on all fours, ass up, and brought his palm down — sharp spank on her cheek, leaving a pink handprint. She yelped, pushing back for more. Another smack, harder, her skin warming under his hand. "Count them," he commanded, trying to imitate the porno he'd watched after learning her kinks. He winced slightly at the sound of his own voice, wondering if it came out too fake — but her reaction told him otherwise.
"One… two…" By five, her pussy dripped, thighs slick. He focused his telekinesis, lifting her hips slightly off the bed, suspending her ass higher without touching her. The invisible force held her steady, her body weightless in the air, pussy exposed and quivering. She gasped at the sensation, blindfolded head turning. "What… how?" He smirked, delivering another spank with his hand while telekinesis kept her pinned mid-air, the dual control making her squirm. A tiny jolt of disbelief ran through him. He hadn't consciously aimed for that position, it had just… happened.
The effort tinged his muscles with faint fatigue, but he pushed on, spanking her floating cheeks until they glowed red, her counts breathless and broken.
He knelt behind, guiding her head down with a gentle telekinetic nudge, lowering her mouth toward his cock. "Open." She parted her lips, tongue out, and he fed his cock in — slow at first, then deeper. She gagged as he hit her throat, but relaxed, taking him balls-deep. He fucked her mouth steady, hands in her hair, pulling just enough to sting, while telekinesis cradled her body, keeping her balanced on all fours without strain. Saliva trailed down her chin, her moans vibrating around his shaft. He pulled out before cumming, leaving her gasping, blindfolded and needy, then used his power to flip her slowly in the air, rotating her to face him on her back. A brief, panicked thought: "Don't drop her… don't drop her…" quickly passed before he realized the power had everything perfectly under control.
For missionary, he spread her legs wide with telekinetic pulls, her thighs parting effortlessly as if guided by unseen hands. He rolled a condom — it got easier now that he actually knew how they work — and slammed into her pussy with long thrusts, her walls gripping him tight, wet sounds filling the room. The blindfold slipped slightly as she clawed his back, but he fixed it with a precise telekinetic tug, keeping her immersed in darkness. Her body arched, telekinesis lifting her hips to meet each plunge, angling her deeper onto his cock. She came hard, body shaking, pussy clenching around him in waves. He blinked, briefly amazed at the rhythm: Did he really know what he was doing? No, must be the powers helping… probably.
He didn't stop — withdrew, then levitated her fully off the bed, both of them rising together as he focused harder, sweat beading on his brow from the strain of holding their combined weight.
Suspended mid-air, he flipped her to doggystyle orientation, her ass presented while they hovered inches above the mattress. He plunged back into her pussy from behind, gravity aiding the deep penetration as telekinesis stabilized her form. Her cries echoed, hands grasping at nothing, blindfold heightening every thrust. He spanked her suspended cheeks again, the slaps sharper in the weightless state. Switching holes, he lubed his cock with spit and pushed into her ass, the tight ring yielding slowly. Telekinesis spread her cheeks wider, easing entry, letting him pound her rear with rhythmic slams. For half a second, he hesitated — "Should I go faster? Or am I already doing too much?" — then instinct took over, body moving without thought.
She orgasmed again, ass squeezing his shaft, juices from her pussy dripping down.
Fatigue crept in, so he lowered them to the bed, but kept her legs levitated high, knees bent toward her chest for deeper access. He fucked her pussy missionary-style under the raised limbs, cock bottoming out with each drive. Her voice grew hoarse from screams, another climax ripping through her as he filled the latex with cum. Pulling out and discarding the condom, he telekinetically guided her hand to stroke him, her fingers wrapping around his slick length until he erupted again, ropes of semen splattering her tits and neck. She begged for more, submission hitting 45, and he obliged — flipping her onto her stomach with a telekinetic roll, entering her ass once more while spanking the untouched side. A blush of embarrassment hit him — he was in full control, but part of him thought: "This is ridiculous. How am I doing all this?"
Hours blurred: pounding her from every angle, telekinesis adding twists like suspending her upside down briefly for oral, her mouth engulfing his cock as he stood, or levitating a vibrator from the nightstand to buzz against her clit while he thrust into her pussy. She orgasmed endlessly — squirting during a telekinetically assisted double penetration illusion, where he held a dildo in her ass while fucking her front. Finally, exhausted, he came a third time inside her mouth, her tongue milking every drop as telekinesis gently lowered her back to the sheets. They collapsed, bodies spent, her blindfold removed to reveal flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
With a yawn, Alex curled tightly into him, face nuzzling into his neck like she was claiming a warm corner of the world.
"Don't let go," she murmured, drifting into sleep with a satisfied grin.
Magnus held her a moment longer, trying not to think too hard about how safe her arms felt… and failing anyway, heart still pounding from the impossible combination of instinct and conscious freak-out.
Then a blue notification blasted open in his vision.
[You Have Leveled Up.]
[System Notification: Level 3 Reached. Daily Quests Unlocked. Regimen: 20 push-ups, 20 sit-ups, 20 squats, 2 km run. Complete daily for +2 Stat Points & Chance of Random Reward (Item/Passive Ability). Punishment for Failure: Heart Failure. Why fight fate? Grind or perish.]
Magnus stared at the glowing text, scrubbing a hand down his face.
"Why is everything with this system a life-or-death ultimatum? Can't it give me a 'hydrate or sprain an ankle' quest like normal people?"
He opened his own stats menu — for the first time since the System latched onto him. Not impressive, as expected:
[Name: Magnus Chane | Level: 3
Interest: N/A | Popularity: 5% | Sexual History: 2 times (1 known partners)
STR: 1 | AGI: 1 | INT: 2 | STA: 1 | SPD: 1]
He also had ten stat points — leveling up twice from… just having sex with Alex, apparently?
Honestly, the best way to level up imaginable. He could live with that.
The problem was spending them.
STR: strength, obviously.
AGI: reflexes?
STA: stamina… Yeah, that one seemed important if he wanted to keep up with Alex's Sexual History of 105 — no, 107 — times now. Also, for the daily quest, which was basically Anime Bootcamp. Hopefully the Saitama-Lite routine wouldn't make him go bald.
INT: his only stat above 1. Genius confirmed.
SPD: maybe useful for escaping awkward situations.
He dumped 4 into STA, 3 into AGI, 2 into INT, 1 into SPD.
A warm surge rolled through him, leaving him subtly sharper, stronger.
***
Morning light filtered through her blinds. Alex stretched, smiling with a softness that hit him square in the chest. "Breakfast? Cafeteria's got decent pancakes."
They dressed casually — her in jeans and a fitted tee, him in yesterday's clothes — and headed out, hands brushing as they walked. His brain helpfully short-circuited the entire way to breakfast.
In the cafeteria, she laughed at his awful jokes, foot teasing his under the table. Magnus checked her stats out of curiosity, and saw:
Relationship: Potential Boyfriend / Conquest Target (Conquered)
Trust 90%. | Arousal 5%. | Submission 45%.
From his limited understanding so far, "Conquest Target (Conquered)" was the System being a jerk. But "Potential Boyfriend"? That part was definitely her.
His heart did a stupid little swell. Magnus took a deep breath, and opened his mouth:
"Alex, about us—"
And then she walked by.
Freshman. Auburn curls. Freckles like someone dusted her with cinnamon.
[Name: Lila Voss | Level: 2
Interest: 0% | Popularity: 40% | Sexual History: 15 times (1 known partners)]
The System's monotone TTS chimed like a smug game show host announcing doom.
[Conquest Quest Initiated: Seduce and Sleep with Target — Lila Voss. Time Limit: Complete by Sunday at Midnight.]
[Random Power to assist with the mission: Please Stand By.]
The RNG wheel spun in his vision, landing on:
[Invisibility Lv1 (Trial): Active for 5 minutes, 3x daily use.]
[Reward: Permanent Power Retention + Stat Boosts.]
[Penalty for Failure: Heart Failure. And possibly excruciating pain. Good luck!]
"Oh COME ON!"
Alex blinked.
"You okay? You look like you saw a ghost."
He forced a grin that probably looked like a grimace auditioning as a smile.
"Paper due. Study group. Very important academia things."
He stood so fast the chair screeched.
"Gotta run! I'll… Uh, yeah. I'll text!"
She looked confused. Concerned. Like she almost said something.
But she nodded.
And he bolted, heart pounding, vanishing into the crowd.
***
Inside his mind, he was already having another meltdown — worse than the one same time last week, when the System first appeared. Invisibility? Cool. Would've loved it if it didn't come with another death threat and more moral corruption!
He liked Alex. Really liked her.
Yeah, it had started because the System forced him into the conversation. But somewhere along the way, after actually talking to her, he'd gotten attached — to her laugh, her warmth, the way she fit against him like she belonged there.
But now?
Officially dating her meant cheating to survive. Staying loyal meant a week-long romance ending with a tombstone.
"Oh, and the dying part sucks too, obviously!"
What was he even going to tell her?
"Hey, I have superpowers and a killer app forcing me to bang randos"?
Yeah. Solid plan. Very believable. Wouldn't sound insane at all.
"Okay, System, what the fuck? Can't I just… opt out?"
Silence. Just the ticking clock.
Panicking wasn't going to solve anything, so he forced himself through the daily quest before noon — wheezing, sweating, cursing STA for not turning him into Captain America overnight. His body protested every movement; his unathletic roots screamed the entire time.
When he finally finished, he got a reward: +2 measly stat points, which he dumped into STR — the only stat he hadn't touched earlier.
His phone buzzed:
Alex: Everything alright? You seemed off.
Guilt stabbed him right in the freshly upgraded INT stat.
Magnus: Yeah. Just stressed. Dinner? I'll make it up to you.
Timer flashed in his HUD: 6 days, 13 hours.
Already almost noon on Monday.
He'd tested invisibility earlier — ducking into an empty lecture hall. It was both very cool and very depressing. Being a transparent idiot didn't help his moral crisis.
By afternoon, he spotted Lila in the library — nose buried in a bio textbook.
Interest: 0%.
He hovered invisibly (second use), noticed her fantasy doodles, and sighed.
Detailed Stats wouldn't unlock until 20% Interest. He knew basically nothing about her.
And there was Alex.
He couldn't — wouldn't — ghost her.
He left Lila to her doodles and went to prep for the evening date: flowers first, then picking Alex up. Maybe, after deepening their bond, he could try to confess… at least some of the truth.
By sunset, Magnus Chane was just as confused and overwhelmed as he'd been all day.
The System wanted him to play the field.
His heart wanted only Alex.
His mortality wanted… well, not death.
There had to be a way out.
But the quests wouldn't wait.
They never waited.