Killed by the Hero. Reincarnated for Revenge... with a Lust System

Night fell without warning. No dusk. No gradient of shadow. Just a brutal shift, as if the sky had decided to turn off the light all at once. The makeshift camp vibrated with an unhealthy calm. No one had spoken for two hours. The squad had settled around a meager fire, without even trying to laugh, or argue. Everyone knew. Everyone felt it.

They were no longer alone. And it wasn't a human presence.

I had left two lookouts — Kal and Derek. The others were sleeping, or pretending. I remained leaned against a damp wall, half in shadow, my hand resting on my weapon's hilt. The mist still crawled around the ground, lazy, languid. And beneath my boots, I could feel the pulsing.

Slower. Deeper. Heavier.

Darnem wasn't just a ruin. It was a heart. And tonight, it was beating beneath us.

A sound pulled me from my watch.

Light. Wet.

I turned my head slowly.

Five meters away, right at the edge of the fire's halo, a silhouette was standing. Alone. Naked.

Sae.

Her back shimmered softly in the orange flicker of the flames. She no longer wore anything. No tunic, no underwear, no cape. Her skin, pale and delicate, was covered in beads of sweat. Her shoulders trembled, but her back remained straight. She walked slowly, barefoot, without a word.

I stood up.

She hadn't heard me. Or she didn't care.

I took two steps toward her, silently, and observed her more closely.

Her body was vibrating. Literally. Every muscle seemed crossed by an invisible current. Her neck, tense. Her arms hanging. Her hands half-open. And most of all, her ass — round, firm, perfectly shaped in the flickering glow — quivered with every step, as if the air itself was caressing it.

Her thighs were shining. Wet. The inside marked with thin, irregular trails. She was dripping. An uncontrollable arousal, obviously triggered in her sleep. But this wasn't a dream. It was a trance.

She stopped in the center of the courtyard. Bent forward slightly. And there, her fingers slid gently down along her hips, then between her thighs. Slowly. As if she were following an instruction. Or a craving stronger than herself.

A moan escaped her lips.

Short. Light. But full of everything.

I stepped closer, again. And three steps from her, I felt the air change. Charged. Thick. Saturated with mana… and raw desire.

— Sae.

My voice was just a breath.

She jumped. Turned slowly. Her face was bathed in tears. But she was smiling. A lost smile, drowned in heat.

— I… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…

Her thighs were soaked. Her nipples hard as stone. Her chest was rising too fast. And her hand… she hadn't removed it.

I took one more step. And this time, she backed up, just a little. But her gaze never left mine.

— It's the zone, she murmured. It's talking to me. It's… penetrating me. Not physically. Not like that. But inside. I feel like it knows me. Like it wants me to…

She didn't finish her sentence.

I gently placed a hand on her cheek. She froze. A long sigh escaped her throat. Then she tilted her head, slightly, as if to offer her neck. Her breath was burning.

My other hand brushed her hip. Her skin was burning, saturated with shivers. She arched at the contact, almost pressing her breasts against my chest.

And in my head, an alert.

[System]Sensory target: SaeSecondary mission detected: Fusion initiatedCondition: channeling of unrepressed sexual flowRisk: sensory overload

She placed her forehead against my chest. I felt her legs falter. But she didn't fall. She remained upright. Offered.

— I'm sorry, she murmured again. I just… I want. So much. I can't take it anymore.

I didn't touch her further.

— Do you think it's you who wants, or her? I said, gesturing to the fortress.

She looked up. Slowly. Blurred.

— It's me, she said. But she… she's undressing me from the inside.

I caught her as her legs gave out. I held her against me. Naked. Trembling. Her pussy pulsed, burning, against my lower belly. But I didn't move. Not yet.

— Tonight, you sleep under my cape. Just that.

She didn't respond.

I carried her in my arms, wrapped her in a dry cloth, and laid her down by the fire. Her flushed cheeks, her clenched thighs, her irregular breathing — her entire body still vibrated with unfinished pleasure.

I remained standing, eyes on the walls. Darnem was breathing. And this time, it wasn't a metaphor.

The morning didn't rise. It seeped in. Slowly. Like a clear poison that replaced the night without really erasing it.

The light remained pale, veiled, unable to pierce the mist. The sky, a dirty white, offered neither warmth nor certainty. Everything felt suspended. Shadows were no longer outlines. They were halos. Breaths. Eyeless gazes staring at us from the damp walls of the courtyard.

I had dozed off against a broken pillar, weapon on my thighs, hand still resting on the hilt. My body refused deep sleep. Not here. Not in that constant vibration, that stone sweat trickling even over my dreams. And when I opened my eyes, it came with no surprise.

She was no longer under my cape.

I stood up at once. Slowly. Methodically. The camp remained silent. Derek was barely snoring. Roud was sleeping on his stomach, bare chest stuck to the soaked ground. Kal, on watch, saw me from the corner of his eye but said nothing. He knew.

Sae was there, standing, back to me. Naked again.

She was standing at the entrance of a spiral staircase, partially collapsed, sinking into the ground. The passage was unlit, but it exhaled a fetid warmth, almost vaginal. And she, motionless, was breathing that breath.

Her neck was offered, her back straight, her lower back arched as if an invisible hand was holding her by the hips. Her perfectly round buttocks looked covered in a thin, shiny film, slowly sliding down her thighs. Between her legs, a glistening trail stretched all the way to her knees. A hot, living stream. She was soaked. Literally. With an arousal that had nothing natural about it.

I approached.

Her arms were tense against her chest, as if she were fighting herself. She was murmuring. Words without coherence, or in a language that wasn't her own.

— Sae, I said calmly.

She jumped. No panic. But a jolt. And when she turned, I saw the fear in her eyes. Not of me. Of herself.

— I saw her, she murmured.

She covered her chest with her arms, but too late. I had seen. Everything. Her belly soaked with sweat. Her nipples hard, pink, glistening. The hollow of her back where the moisture pooled. And above all, that light in her gaze. That impossible blend of confusion, shame... and lingering desire.

— What did you see? I asked.

— A woman. No… not a woman. Something… She looked at me. From below. From down there.

She nodded toward the staircase, without daring to point with her finger. Her lips were trembling. She was red up to her ears. She wanted to cry. But it wasn't sadness. It was frustration. Humiliation. Excitement held just at the edge of climax.

— She had my face. But... not me. A version… bigger. More naked. More... open.

She covered her mouth with one hand.

— She told me: "You were made for this. You just don't know it yet."

I held out the cape to her. She stepped back.

— I don't want to leave her, she whispered.

— You mean the cape?

— No. Her.

She fell to her knees. Not from weakness. From necessity. Her body was trembling too hard. Her legs were too wet. She was squeezing her thighs like a guilty little girl. But her fingers... they were already wandering across the inside of her thighs, barely aware.

I knelt in front of her. I placed a firm hand on her wrist. She froze. Stared at me, teary-eyed.

— That's not you thinking that, I said. It's her. It's this place. You get it?

She nodded softly. But I knew she wasn't convinced. Because even I had doubts.

She finally accepted the cape. Wrapped it around herself. Curled up. But even then, even covered, I could still feel the heat radiating from her belly. From her sex. A furnace under control. For now.

I stood back up. The air seemed even thicker to me.

And in my head, a phrase emerged. One I had never heard in the other life. A foreign thought. Imposed. Dissonant.

What if the system hadn't entered here… but come out of here?

The rest of the squad was slowly waking up. A hazy, heavy awakening, filled with blurred images and sweat. They rose like soldiers caught in a dirty dream, with that same discomfort you feel after a night in damp sheets, with no clear memory… but a body still trembling.

Tessa rubbed her eyes, then her lower belly. Discreetly. Too discreetly. She hadn't put her top back on. Her chest shone in the grey light, covered in fine beads. She yawned, stretched her arms, and her breasts lifted in a delicious shiver. Her skin was marked. Thin scratches, pressure traces. As if something had caressed her… or possessed her… during the night.

She met my gaze. Said nothing. But her cheeks reddened. And above all, her thighs instinctively pressed together.

Further away, Myrr was putting her shorts back on. Poorly. She pulled them halfway, then stopped, the fabric still stuck under her butt. Her black band slipped slightly, revealing a stiff nipple. She distractedly massaged the inside of her thigh, grumbled into her nonexistent beard, then sat directly on the ground, legs open, face closed.

— I dreamed something weird, she muttered. A… room, full of silhouettes. All staring at me. I was tied up. And I liked it.

No one replied.

Yulrik merely raised an eyebrow. Then dove back into his notes, visibly uncomfortable.

Irla, she, was crying. Silently. Pure, slow tears, flowing without grimace, without anger. She was staring at the staircase where Sae had approached. Her fingers clutched a small talisman against her belly, but her knees were dirty, and her dress clung to her hips. A torn strip of cloth hung from her wrist. And by the smell… I knew she had soaked too.

I remained upright.

Arms crossed, facing the group.

I watched them readjust themselves, get dressed again, or not. Try to regain composure, while their skin spoke for them. Every bare chest, every glance avoided, every stifled sigh confirmed what I had felt since yesterday: they were no longer just influenced.

They were penetrated.

Not physically. Not yet. But by the zone. By the wave. By that heart buried beneath Darnem.

And me… I was beginning to doubt.

I took a deep breath. The smell was still there. Fainter. But stubborn. A trace of pussy in the air. A memory of collective sex, of shared dream.

[System]Emotional state: unstable.Sensory activity rate: abnormal.Behavioral regulation: advised.

Advised.

Not enforced.

I pressed my lips together.

— You don't regulate shit, do you? I whispered. You're watching. Compiling. Jerking off in a corner while they sink.

I wasn't expecting a response. But a vibration rose into my palm. Light. Like a smirk. I clenched my fist. And turned to the squad.

— Today, we go down.

Eyes lifted. A mix of fear and anticipation.

— This fortress isn't just a ruin. It's an open wound. A living body. And you're all already halfway inside.

Myrr smirked.

— Not the half I wanted, but I'm with you, chief.

Tessa laughed nervously. Sae lowered her head.

I stepped toward the staircase.

— You're all contaminated. Aroused, confused, lost. Me too. That means one thing: it's working. This place is reacting to us. And maybe… it was made for us.

I placed a foot on the first step.

And then, in my head:

[System]Warning: rupture threshold.Descent not recommended.Risk: ascending corruption.

I smiled. Slowly. With a hint of rage.

— You never said that before.

And in my skull, a thought, even colder:

In my first life, this system activated when I died.

In this one… it was already here. More active. More sexual. More… alive.

So I placed my second boot on the step.

And whispered, to no one in particular:

— What if we hadn't awakened this shit… but she had called us?

Behind me, the group was getting ready. Footsteps on stone. Blades drawn. Breaths held.

And the vibration… intensified.

I descended.