Chapter 8: Miracle berry
The silence in the store was loud.
Nathan stood still, watching the wreckage he'd created.
Raven was still curled up against the shelf, mascara smeared in dark streaks down her pale cheeks, breath hitching as she tried to swallow the last of her sobs.
[System Notification]
Reward Acquired — Miracle Berry (x1)
Item Info Available. View Now?
He blinked.
"…Yeah. Show me."
[Item: Miracle Berry]
Type: Special Grade Consumable
Classification: Restricted Organic Stimulant
Effect: A high-intensity aphrodisiac developed to dramatically boost sexual arousal, physical sensitivity, blood flow, and stamina. Causes rapid onset of pleasure symptoms upon contact or ingestion. Duration: 2 hours. Use with caution.
Warning: May cause involuntary physical reactions in nearby corrupted or tagged individuals even without direct administration.
Nathan exhaled slowly, rolling the berry between his fingers.
He looked at the bright red fruit and muttered to himself:
"Basically… a super Viagra from hell."
It didn't look like much. Just a plump, shiny berry—like a cherry that had overdosed on lust.
His eyes flicked to the girl on the floor.
Raven hadn't moved. Not really. She was trembling. Not crying anymore, but not stable either. Just broken.
[System Update]
Title "Soulbreaker" Now Active.
Effect: Passive Debuffs applied to targets with the following tags — [Brat], [Masochist], [Submissive], [Self-Hate].
[Detected: Nearby Target "Raven" matches 3 applicable tags. Initiating Debuff Cascade.]
Nathan frowned. "Wait—what's a debuff cascade?"
[System Response]
Stackable mental and emotional debilitation effects applied to qualifying targets. Severity based on exposure proximity, emotional vulnerability, and corruption threshold.
He glanced at her again.
[Raven — Debuff Status: Activating…]
Emotional Fragility: +50%
Shame Sensitivity: +80%
Arousal Leak: Passive
Obedience Instinct: Triggered
Mental Resistance: Failing…
Compulsion Risk: 74%
She stirred.
Barely noticeable—just a twitch of her legs, the subtle shift of her thighs rubbing together. A tiny whimper slipped past her lips.
"…fuck…"
Nathan narrowed his eyes.
[Raven — Status: Rising Arousal Detected]
A thin sheen of sweat now clung to her forehead. Her breath was ragged—not from crying anymore.
No.
From heat.
She looked up at him through clumped lashes, eyes glassy and disoriented.
"You… you did something to me…"
Nathan didn't reply.
He knelt slowly, rolling the berry in his palm without showing it to her.
"I didn't even touch you yet," he said. "This thing's just sitting in my hand, and you're already melting."
Her eyes widened, but she didn't see the berry—just felt the pressure building inside her.
"No… no, stop fucking with me…"
[Passive Debuff Triggered]
Denial Equals Obedience Instinct Surge
Target Reaction: Increased Breathing. Thigh Constriction. Mental Loop Detected.
Nathan tilted his head, studying her like a specimen under a heat lamp.
"You're sweating, Raven."
Her lips parted. "I'm not—!"
"You're shaking."
"I'm not!"
"You're fucking wet, aren't you?"
That one hit like a shot to the chest.
Her face burned. Her mouth opened in protest—and then closed. Nothing came out.
She covered her face with her hands and let out a broken sound somewhere between a sob and a moan.
Nathan stood up, slow and deliberate, and leaned over her trembling form.
"I didn't touch you," he said again. "And look at you. Already breaking."
She looked up, breathing fast, lips quivering. "I-I don't know what's wrong with me…"
He didn't smile. He didn't gloat.
He just opened the system menu and calmly checked:
Nathan stared down at the berry. Then at Raven.
She stared back. A war in her eyes. Pride cracking. Shame leaking out of every pore. Her thighs clenched together again—so tight it was like she was trying to hold back the storm building between her legs.
[System Suggestion]
Use Miracle Berry now? [Y/N]
Effect will boost user stamina and libido for next phase.
He didn't answer yet.
He didn't need to.
She was already falling apart without it.
And he hadn't even started.
Nathan watched.
No expression.
No mercy.
Just the sound of Raven's broken moans echoing through the empty store like a hymn to the god of humiliation.