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

Silence woke me before the light.

No scream. No clash of weapons. Not even a breath.

Just that thick, dangerous stillness you feel before a tidal wave.

I sat up slowly, naked, the blanket half tossed aside. My chest still stuck to the dried sweat from the day before. And to her marks. She hadn't screamed. She had moaned, clawed, panted against my ear until she fell asleep like an emptied beast.

Althéa was gone. She had left without a word. Classic.

I hadn't said anything either.

I got up. Slowly. My body creaked a bit. No sharp pain, just the accumulated fatigue of a man taking more hits than he should. I got dressed without washing. My shirt was still stiff with cum, sweat, and old blood. It suited me.

I opened the tent.

The air hit me instantly: dry, heavy with dust and tension.

And in front of me... they were there.

My whole squad. Assembled. At dawn. Without orders.

In line.

Some were warming up. Others were doing drills, light duels, coordination exercises. Kal was leading two groups. Irla was preparing vials, kneeling by the fire. Roud was stringing his bow, shirtless. Myrr... was running. In a sports bra. Her ass squeezed into tight leather shorts. Shameless. She knew I was watching.

I stood there for a few seconds. Chest slightly puffed from the cold, arms crossed.

Not a word.

But fuck... I had trained them.

Not broken. Not conditioned.

Trained.

Broken down, then rebuilt.

They looked like me.

Even Derek, off to the side, was hitting a dummy with more precision than anger.

I slowly walked down the wooden steps, and my boots struck the hard ground. Every head turned. No military salute. Just a glance. A shift. A tightening of shoulders.

They weren't waiting for orders anymore. They were waiting for what came next.

I stopped in front of them. The campfire crackled softly behind me. The sun, still low, cast our shadows long ahead.

"There are two kinds of awakenings in this world."

My voice carried. Calm. But every word throbbed.

"The ones we endure. And the ones we provoke."

I let a breath pass.

"I hope you woke up to set the fucking world on fire."

A smile crept onto Tessa's lips. Myrr barely nodded. Kal didn't move. He understood.

I looked at them all, one by one. Then finished:

"Today, we'll see who deserves to be called a soldier. And who deserves to be... more than that."

Then I turned on my heels, giving no orders. I knew they would follow.

The fire behind me crackled louder. Like a sign.

Two soldiers waited at the entrance to the command square.

Not hers. Not mine.

Black uniforms. Rigid pauldrons. Crest of the Ashen Order on their chest.

I recognized them immediately.

Not warriors. Witnesses. Church dogs come to sniff out heresy.

One of them opened the tent for me without a word. The other followed me inside. I didn't stop. Not even a glance. It reeked of disguised observation.

Kaerys was there, alone. Almost.

She stood upright behind a table covered in maps. Dressed in dark field gear, hair tied up, sword at her side. No ceremonial armor. Just leather and authority.

But it wasn't her who caught my eye.

It was him.

Sitting in the shadows, half-hidden behind a beige canvas curtain, a man in an ink-black robe. Long. Streaked with symbols painted in blood. He wore a stiff hood that covered nearly all his face.

Only his mouth was visible.

It was smiling. Slightly. As if he had been waiting for me a long time.

Kaerys broke the silence:

"Lieutenant. Come closer."

I took a step. Then another. I stood before the table, arms crossed.

She pointed at a map with a metal pointer.

"Fortress Darnem. Abandoned for six years. Eastern front. Former military stronghold, briefly held by the Black Legions, then evacuated."

I said nothing.

She continued.

"Recently, patrols reported abnormal phenomena in the area. Sounds, lights, disappearances. No radio contact lasts more than thirty seconds in the perimeter."

She looked up.

"You guess what comes next?"

"You're sending my men in first to confirm what you already know."

She pressed her lips slightly. That was a yes.

"Official objective: recon, secure, and purge if enemy presence is confirmed. Real objective..."

She paused.

Then slowly turned her eyes to the man in black.

He stood up.

Not in a jolt. Not like a soldier.

Like a piece of shadow deciding to change shape.

His figure was long, slim, almost fragile. But I felt mana trickling around him, like a foul ripple. His voice, when it dropped, was soft. But sickly.

"The system has already penetrated this place."

I squinted.

"What system?"

He smiled.

"The one you carry."

Kaerys didn't react.

I didn't answer. I stared at him, steady. The silence scraped against the tent walls.

"Darnem was a sanctuary... long before your maps called it a fortress. An ancient well. A crossing point. The wave of your resurrection... awakened something there."

He slowly turned his head.

"We want to know what."

I turned to Kaerys.

"So that's the real objective?"

She nodded.

"You're the only one who can withstand the effects of the place."

I didn't ask why. I knew.

The system. My ring. My link.

I felt the leather of my glove creak under my fingers.

Then I shrugged.

"Fine. We leave in an hour."

Kaerys barely smiled.

But the man in black... he bowed. Like I had accepted a pact.

I walked out without waiting. The outside air felt even heavier. As if the light itself pressed down on my shoulders.

I was no longer a lieutenant. I was a tool. A catalyst. And they were going to throw me into a breach no one could measure.

Good.

I didn't want to measure it.

I wanted to conquer it.

I found the squad at the northern training ground, away from the camp's commotion.A thin mist still clung to the ground, tangled around the bushes like a tired veil. The air smelled of wet ash and trampled grass.

And in the center of the circle, she was there.

Sae.

Barefoot. In an oversized mage robe. Arms outstretched. Eyes closed. A mana circle faintly swirled around her, almost extinguished, but unstable. Too unstable.

Her lips moved without sound. Beads of sweat slid from her forehead down to her chin. Her robe, soaked at the collar, clung to her thin chest, outlining two hard, upright peaks beneath the fabric.Each magical pulse made her robe shiver like living skin.

I stepped closer.

No one else was looking. The others trained farther off, noisily. Kal was striking a dummy with the contained rage of a living wall. Myrr was correcting Tessa with mocking comments.

Sae didn't move anymore.

I felt her mana waver again. A spark climbed her thigh, crackled, then faded. Too weak.She was going to collapse if she kept forcing it.

"Stop," I whispered.

She flinched. Lost her balance. I caught her with one hand, by the shoulder.

Her skin was burning.

"You're doing it wrong," I murmured. "Your flow's misaligned. You're pushing your reserves without centering the axis."

She looked up. Red. Wide-eyed. Her already-pink cheeks turned deep crimson.

"S-sorry… I was trying to master… what you taught me, but…"

"Breathe."

I placed my fingers on her stomach. Just beneath her chest.

She trembled.

"There," I whispered. "Inhale through your nose. Let your mana flow to the center. It needs to warm here, not your arms."

She obeyed. One breath. Two.

Her stomach rose under my palm. Slowly. Shaking.

And then… I felt it.

A knot of heat. Not magical.Sensual.

Her body vibrated. But not from fatigue. Not just that.

She was aroused.

And she couldn't hide it.

Her robe clung to her like a second skin. Her small breasts rose fast. Too fast. Her breathing betrayed more than exertion.

She bit her lower lip. Her eyes locked on mine.

I didn't move.

But I saw. And I felt.

A shiver. Along her belly. A pulse between her thighs.

I placed my other hand on the back of her neck, gently.

"Your flow is tied to your emotion. You feel it?"

She nodded. Slowly. Her mouth opened slightly.A sigh escaped. Light.But full of everything.

And in my head…

[System]Sensory Target: SaeLatent Mission: Connect the Deep SourceStatus: Latent desire activatedCondition: Prolonged contact. Implicit consent. Present sensory disturbance.

I said nothing.

I stayed there, fingers on her warm skin, her breath against my throat, her chest brushing my palm with each breath.Her hardened nipples burned me through the cloth. And she didn't pull away.

"Sora…" she whispered.

I leaned slightly.

Her forehead touched my chest. Her hand grabbed my belt.Not to push me away.

Just to… hold on.

I felt my cock stiffen in my pants. Hard. Sudden. Ready.But I didn't move.

Not yet.

"You want to go further?" I whispered in her ear. "Or do you just want me to keep teaching you?"

She slowly raised her eyes. Hazy. Wet.

"I don't know…"

I smiled. Not mockingly.

Slow. Controlled.

"You don't need to know, Sae."

I leaned into her ear.

"You just need to hold on until I decide you're ready."

She shivered from head to toe.

And when I released the pressure on her belly, she let out a small moan. Barely audible. But real.

I stepped back.

She stayed frozen. Red to the ears. Her pussy had to be soaked. Her breath… chaotic. Her robe clung to her thighs.

She opened her mouth, but no word came out.

I gave her one last look.

"Tonight, we'll see if you can last longer."

Then I turned on my heels.

The sun was hitting hard. High in the sky, no wind to soften it. The air felt suspended, filled with a calm too perfect to last. In front of me, they were there. All eleven. Gathered, equipped, standing. Some adjusting straps, others checking weapons in silence. But all were waiting for me.

I took a few steps, hands behind my back, eyes on them. My boots raised dry, red dust that the breeze didn't even dare to lift. They said nothing. They knew. This wasn't an ordinary departure.

Kal, always at the front, had strapped his shield on his back. Chest straight, gaze fixed on the horizon. He never spoke unnecessarily. But every muscle in his body said he was ready. To kill. To endure. To die if needed.

Irla, smaller, held her grimoire tight. Her arm was still bandaged, but she no longer trembled. She gave me a quick look, full of tension. Not fear. Expectation. She wanted me to see her standing. I did.

Roud and Alik stayed back, leaning against a fallen trunk. One slowly cleaning an arrow. The other chewing a splinter of wood, eyes lost in the void. The useful kind of void. The kind you inhabit before killing.

Further off, Yulrik was scribbling on a corner of parchment, recalculating gods know what. He briefly looked up at me, then resumed. It wasn't disrespect. Just habit. Trying to predict the unpredictable. Let him.

Goran stood shirtless, arms crossed. Fresh scars streaked his chest. He wore them like trophies. He stared at the ground, but his fists spoke for him. He was ready to strike. Maybe too much.

And then there were the three.

Tessa had dressed to provoke. Shirt open down to her navel, breasts free, firm, taut under the fabric. She watched me from the corner of her eye, a smile on her lips. Not a real one. The kind that says: "Take a good look. You'll be back."

"You planning to make us march, or just make us hard, boss?" she teased, voice mocking.

I didn't answer. Next to her, Myrr muttered:

"You're stupid. He's looking 'cause he's picking who goes under him tonight."

She wasn't really joking. She still wore those tight leather shorts molding every thigh muscle. Nothing else up top but a black band, too tight to hide her nipples. And when I passed behind her, she spread her legs a little. Just enough to show that underneath… she wore nothing.

I said nothing. I just noted it. That's all.

Sae, meanwhile, was still wearing my cape. She'd refused to give it back. Under the rough fabric, her thighs were pressed together, her cheeks still red from earlier. She avoided my eyes. But I felt hers on me, whenever I looked away.

I stood in front of them, at the center.

"Tonight, you won't sleep in beds. You won't breathe clean air. And you won't know if the ground beneath your feet is alive or cursed."

Silence fell. Perfect.

"I don't need you to be ready. I need you to be present."

I took a few steps, slowly, and stopped in front of Derek.

He'd stayed quiet until now, jaw clenched, nose still marked from my punch two days earlier.

"One question," he said.

I nodded.

"You planning to tell us what's out there… or let us find out by dying?"

I stepped closer. Put my hand on his shoulder. Firm. Not aggressive.

"If you die, Derek, I'll use you as bait. To keep the others from falling too."

He pressed his lips together. Then, to my surprise, smiled.

"Perfect."

I stepped back, then swept my gaze across the rest of the group.

"Form up. Advance formation. We move in fifteen. Bring your nerves. And your balls."

I turned on my heels.

Behind me, the sound of metal tightening, blades sheathing, packs being closed. The sound of a squad moving as one.

But I mostly felt one gaze. Just one.

Sae.

I felt it, burning, locked on my back. And through the cape she clutched around herself…

I already knew she was pressing her thighs together. That she remembered my fingers. My breath. My command.

She was still soaked.

Perfect.

We left the camp without fanfare. Not a glance. Not a word. No one to see us off. Even the sentries avoided our eyes.

The Eastern War didn't send farewells.

The ground hardened beneath our boots, packed, dry, as if it already refused to welcome us. Trees, at first sparse, grew denser as we advanced. The wind had died. A pale mist began to rise between the trunks, slowly creeping up from the ground like a slithering beast.

Behind me, the squad followed in a single file, disciplined. No chatter. Not even a throat clear. They were tense, but focused. Ready. And mine.

I led the way, senses open, breathing steady. The ground, the shadows, the light — everything felt... suspended. As if the world held its breath. As if no one had walked this path in a very long time.

And then, without warning, it came.

A vibration. Subtle. Deep. Not a sound. Not a vision. A shiver.

Something brushed the back of my neck, slid down my spine like an alien caress. My jaw clenched. My heart, for a second, beat too hard.

And the voice dropped, cold, mechanical, straight into my head.

[System]Detection: Anomalous Sensual ZoneEstimated distance: 2.7 kilometersResidual energy active. Source unknown.

I didn't stop. I didn't turn. But deep down, I knew.

It wasn't just a mana fluctuation. Not a magic field. It was something else. Older. More carnal.

An echo. An imprint. Something alive, or dead… but never gone.

Behind me, I felt the shifts.

Kal tightened his grip on the shield. Tessa slowed half a step. And Sae… Sae barely gasped. A thin sigh. I didn't even need to turn to know: she felt it too.

Her breath had quickened. She pressed her thighs. Her hand, likely, gripped the rough fabric of my cape still draped on her shoulders. She didn't understand. But her body did.

I smiled. Not visibly. Just that inner smirk. That realization. Even without touch, without words… the zone was calling us.

And I was answering.

I lifted my head. The path sank between the trees. The light, farther ahead, looked different. Pale. Almost bluish.

I hadn't yet seen the Fortress of Darnem. But it was there, somewhere, buried in the mist. And I knew it wasn't just a stone bastion.

I knew what we'd find had nothing to do with a normal war.

It wasn't a mission. It wasn't a trap. It was a rupture. A place where desire and memory had fused to create something else. Something waiting for me. And maybe… something that had called me.

I didn't slow down. I didn't speak. But I smiled for real this time.

And if the Eastern War… was just a prelude to something else?