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

The light was whiter than the day before. A dry sky. No mist. But nothing felt calm anymore.

They'd gotten up before me. That meant they understood.

The second day is always the hardest. The body hasn't recovered. The mind starts to doubt. And grudges appear.

Perfect.

I split them into pairs.

Not randomly. By contrast.

Tessa versus Irla.Goran versus Roud.Kal versus Derek.Myrr versus Sae.Yulrik versus Alik.

And me… I watched.

Tessa fought bare-chested, like the day before. A strip of dark cloth crossed her chest, soaked in sweat, letting her breasts bounce with each dodge. Irla, uncomfortable, defended while backing away, eyes fixed anywhere but forward. Twice, she almost fell. But she didn't give up.

Goran grabbed Roud by the throat on the first exchange. Not to kill him. To calm him. And it worked. Roud adapted. Used his speed. Missed the knee, but struck the ribs. He was learning.

Kal kept Derek in check, without hate. Just clean, precise moves. Derek growled, struck like a wounded dog. In the end, he let himself fall, panting like an ox. Kal said nothing. He helped him up.

Myrr. Sae.

A spectacle.

The elf circled her, mocking. Her leather shorts riding up her hips. Her thighs glistening. Her breasts swaying with every step.

"You think your fire's gonna save you, little girl? You're trembling more than a virgin on her first night."

Sae didn't answer. She held her staff with both hands. Too tightly.

Myrr struck.

Sae raised her arms. A flame burst out. Too wide. Uncontrolled. It grazed Myrr's arm, who recoiled with a curse.

"Fuck… You nearly burned me, bitch."

Sae took a step back. Her eyes were wide. Wet.

"I… I'm sorry…"

Sae collapsed. No injury. Just her body giving out.

I was on her in three steps.

"Clear out."

The others moved. Myrr raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on her lips. She knew what I was doing. Or thought she did.

Sae was on the ground, trembling, arms against her chest, thighs spread without meaning to. Her mage robe had slipped from her shoulder. Her bodice, too loose, was soaked with sweat. It clung to her thin skin, molding her small, firm breasts like two autumn fruits, tense beneath the wet fabric. Her nipples poked through—hard, pink, visible through the dark cloth.

She wasn't crying. But her lips were trembling.

I knelt, slowly. My shadow covered her.

"Breathe."

She obeyed. Her nostrils flared. Her warm breath brushed my fingers as I slid a hand behind her neck.

She turned her head, like a wounded animal, and her left breast pressed against my arm.

Fuck.

She was burning hot. Her skin vibrated under my fingers. Her scent—a mix of sour sweat and magical ash—rose to my nose like a warning.

I slid one arm beneath her shoulders. The other beneath her thighs. I lifted her effortlessly.

She whimpered. Faintly. But not from pain. More like… a stifled sound. Wet.

Her arms wrapped around my neck. And her breasts crushed against my chest.

Not a rub. A fusion.

They were small, yes. But full. Soft. Vibrating. And the soaked cloth didn't separate anything anymore. I felt the exact shape of her areolas, the tension of her tips against my burning skin.

She was breathing fast. Too fast.

"I'm sorry…" she whispered.

I leaned in. My face inches from hers.

"You don't need to be. Not yet."

Her eyes met mine. Red. Wet. Lined with black lashes stuck together by sweat.

And at that moment, the system whispered in my head.

[DING — System]

Mission triggered: Awaken Sae's sensory potential.Condition: Create prolonged, protective contact.Reward: +50 pointsStatus: In progress…

I laid her down slowly. But I kept my hands on her a little too long.

She staggered, but stayed upright.

Her cheeks were red. Not from shame. Not from fever.

Latent desire.

And me… I noted every beat of her heart.

"Tomorrow, you'll burn this damn ground. But today, you stand. That's all I ask of you."

She nodded. Her eyes were misty. But there was something new. Something steady.

She looked at me differently.

Not like a leader. Like a man.

Later that afternoon, I laid out a map of the front on the wooden table. A reproduction of the eastern sector. Three supply lines. Two fallback routes. No reinforcements expected.

"You'll each draft an infiltration plan. In groups of three. And I want you to find the flaw in the others'."

They got to work.

Yulrik led Alik and Kal like a little general. Myrr discreetly sabotaged Tessa and Irla's plan. Derek proposed something sloppy, which Roud immediately rejected. And Goran… was watching the pebbles.

I wasn't teaching them to be clever.

I was teaching them to read each other.

In the end, I gave one final order.

"Tessa, Sae, Myrr. Prepare for a real-condition test tomorrow. At dawn."

Sae opened her mouth.

"Why the three of us?"

"Because you're the most different. And I want to see whether you kill each other… or protect each other."

I folded the map.

The evening fire crackled in the wind.

They didn't know it yet. But that night, their squad was born.

They got up before dawn. Without orders. Without alarm.

Their bodies had understood it wasn't training.

It was war.

I made them regroup near the old ruins, north of the camp. An ancient, forgotten sanctuary, swallowed by moss and brambles. Perfect for what I had planned.

They formed two teams.

Kal, Sae, Roud, Yulrik, Nara on one side.

Myrr, Tessa, Alik, Irla, Goran, Derek on the other.

Me, I was alone. And I had already trapped them both.

"Objective: secure the central crypt. You each start from opposite flanks. You have one hour."

They obeyed.

What they didn't know was that I'd altered the map. The crypt was no longer in the center.

And more importantly: I was already inside.

I waited until they entered the zone, then triggered the traps: ropes, magical detonators, illusions, slippery ground. I'd set them all the night before.

Chaos was instant.

Sae tripped over a rune. Kal took a dirt blast to the leg. Tessa cursed as she got trapped behind a sound barrier. Myrr tried to fire an arrow… but her bow backfired with inverted magic. She hurt herself. Just enough to growl.

"FUCK! Sora! This your damn plan?!"

I heard her yelling through the stone walls. It made me smile.

I watched them all from the height of the crypt, through a suspended illusion. Every decision, every reaction, every fallback: I recorded everything.

Yulrik tried to coordinate his group. Wrong angle. He sent Nara into a fake room. She vanished.

And no one screamed.

One by one, I isolated them.

Not to injure. To see who survived panic.

Irla ended up alone, shieldless. She used a light spell to signal her position. She had understood.

Kal carried Sae, wounded, over his shoulder, without asking. Instinct.

Tessa abandoned Derek when he fell into a net trap.She barely looked back. She hadn't learned yet.

I disabled everything at the forty-ninth minute.

They met in the great hall, short of breath, clothes torn, faces covered in ash or moss.

Me, I was waiting.

Standing.

Alone.

Unharmed.

"This wasn't a mission. It was a lie," I said.

Silence.

"I trapped you. Separated you. Tested you. And none of you died. Not today."

I took a few steps. Their eyes followed me. Some hated me. Others already admired me. Sometimes both at once.

"Now you know what it is. Real war. It's not orders. Not logic. It's chaos. And you must learn to kill… in the dark."

I stopped in front of them. The eleven.

They were standing.

And that… was all that mattered.

[DING — System]

Main Mission Complete: Form a loyal combat core (11/11).Reward: +500 PointsCurrent Balance: 1600 Points

I felt the shock rise in my chest. Like a lock being released.

A shiver.

No skill. No stat.

But raw power. Subtle. Mine.

These soldiers.

This squad.

They were mine.

I looked up at the stone arch. The wind whistled through the ruins, softly like a whispered promise.

"At ease."

They scattered slowly. Some limped. Others laughed nervously. Irla wiped her brow. Sae leaned against a wall. Myrr stared at me for a moment… then turned away without a word.

But I already knew.

I'd tested them.

And now… I could lead them anywhere.

The fire crackled gently in the center of camp.

Around it, the shadows of my squad danced like ghosts. Tired. Muddy. Barely patched up. But standing.

Kal repaired his shield in silence. Goran cleaned his blade with dirt. Tessa sat cross-legged, her breasts nearly exposed beneath a jacket too short for decency. Myrr sharpened her arrows in a leather bra, legs spread, deliberately offering her dark panties to the firelight. She knew I was watching. She was counting on it.

But that night, my eyes stopped elsewhere.

Sae.

Sitting apart, wrapped in a too-thin blanket. Knees pulled to her chest, arms crossed to fight the cold.

She was shivering. Literally. Shoulders shaking in faint spasms. Lips slightly purple.

I approached.

"Cold?"

She jumped.

"N-no… Well, yes. Just a bit. It'll pass."

She was lying. Poorly.

I draped my cloak over her shoulders.

She barely gasped. A small breath of surprise. Then she clutched it to herself, pressing the fabric like a treasure.

"Thanks…"

I sat beside her. Not too close. Not yet.

She stayed quiet for a moment.

Then turned slightly.

"Why are you doing this?"

"So you don't chatter your teeth during tomorrow's mission. Bad for focus."

She smiled. Faintly.

"No… I mean… you. Being this… present."

I didn't answer.

Silence returned. Denser. Heavier.

She shifted beneath the cloak. And the blanket slipped slightly from her shoulder. A patch of skin appeared. Then more.

Her mage robe had dried. But poorly. The rough fabric clung to her skin like a second layer. Every fold outlined the exact curve of her small breasts, tight from the cold. Her nipples poked out, hard, pink, visible beneath the thin cloth. One brushed my arm as she turned.

She tensed. Just a second.

Then… didn't move.

I felt her relax, barely. Her body warming.

And something else awakening.

Her thigh slid against mine. Not an accident. A touch. Light. But deliberate.

Her breathing changed. Shorter. More erratic.

I turned my eyes slowly to her.

Her cheeks were red. Pupils dilated. Lips parted.

Not provocation.

Expectation.

She wanted.

Not a kiss. Not a hand in her hair.

She wanted me to take her. There. Now.Against the rough canvas. Under my cloak. In the dark. Like a secret kept between corpses.

[DING — System]

Mission Complete: Awaken Sae's sensory potentialReward: +50 PointsStatus: Latent desire activatedCurrent Total: 1650 Points

I felt the shiver crawl up my neck.

She leaned slightly. Her breast brushed my elbow. Her hand, hidden beneath the blanket, searched for mine.

She found it.

And I pulled it away.

Gently.

But clearly.

I stood.

"You're going to sleep, Sae. It's war tomorrow."

She looked up, dazed. Frustrated. Her lips trembled again. But not from cold, this time.

I placed two fingers on her shoulder. Just a touch. Not a caress.

"A mage like you… you're going to burn brighter than all the others."

I turned away.

She stayed there. Curled up. Trembling.

And very aware of what I had just refused her.

The tent flap closed behind me with a dry snap.

The fire was far now. The laughter. The fatigue. The cold. Everything died at the threshold of the canvas.

I was alone.

I sat, back straight, elbows on knees. I stared into the void. No need to think. I already knew.

I exhaled, long and deep.

And I opened it.

[DING — System]Interface activated.Current Balance: 1,650 PointsStore available.

The mental interface opened with a soft pulse. No ornament. No distraction.

Just the cold lines of raw power.

WEAPONSTECHNIQUESTACTICAL ITEMSSENSORY STIMULANTSSEXUAL MODULES

I scrolled through each, without haste.

Each line vibrated gently in my mind, like a wire stretched between me and what was to come.

I stopped on a first option. Simple. Sharp. Silent. Perfect.

I'll take that. Then another. Pricier. Riskier. More… unsettling. And that.

[DING — System]Purchases confirmed.Deduction: –1,620 PointsRemaining balance: 30 PointsItems transferred to restricted inventory.Unlocking at wielder's discretion.

I closed the interface.

No fireworks. No bonus displayed. No fanfare.

Just that dull feeling in my muscles. That subtle shiver at the nape of my neck. Like a promise sleeping under the skin.

I stood.

The lantern light cast my shadow on the canvas. It wavered slightly. It looked bigger than me.

I stared at it for a few seconds.

Tomorrow, we marched. To the front. To blood. To what was truly about to begin. And no one was ready. Not my enemies. Not my soldiers. Not even her.

I hadn't bought a sword. I hadn't bought armor. I had bought what was needed. To survive. To dominate. To strike where no one expected.

Even if I had to fuck to do it. Even if I had to kill.