Reborn as Lust Master

"Now, wear your clothes and go out of the room. Everyone should feel like nothing happened here. No one should know anything," Auren said to Mira.

Without wasting a second, Mira dressed herself and began walking out.

"Mira," a voice echoed through the room — it was Auren's.

"Yes, Master," she replied, not looking back.

"First of all," Auren said coldly, "you should always look at me when I call you. If you don't, it won't be good for you."

"Yes, Master Auren," she said as she turned around to face him.

"You are mine — my anytime fucking machine. Whenever I want sex, you will give it to me. Remember that."

"Okay, my Lord. I am yours for the rest of my life," she replied.

"Now, move."

Mira silently left the room, her footsteps fading into the hallway like a whisper in the dark. The silence that followed felt thick, almost sacred. Auren stood there alone, the air still humming with his command, the scent of submission lingering like incense from a forbidden ritual.

Suddenly, a soft chime echoed in his mind — a digital tone that didn't belong to this world. A translucent blue screen shimmered into view before his eyes.

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[SYSTEM ACTIVATED]

> Name: Auren

Age: 20

Level: 1

Class: Dominion Mage

Type: Mind Control

Core Powers Unlocked:

Mental Bind – Restrains thought and will.

Desire Twist – Alters a target's desires to match Auren's will.

Obedience Seal – Marks a target with a seal that compels absolute loyalty.

Pleasure Domination – Turns pain into pleasure; breaks resistance through corrupted bliss.

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Combat Power Module: UNLOCKED

> As a Level 1 user, you may choose 3 Combat Powers.

Upon reaching Level 15, you may unlock one more.

Every 10 levels after that, you gain access to another power.

Available Combat Powers:

1. Mental Surge – Overload the enemy's brain with false signals and illusions.

2. Psychic Bind – Create invisible chains of mental energy to restrain and weaken.

3. Thought Loop – Trap enemies in hallucinations or memory loops.

4. Dominator's Gaze – Paralyze targets with eye contact; short-term submission.

5. Neural Spike – Inject pain into the brain, stunning or weakening targets.

6. Thought Reaper – Absorb knowledge and combat experience via mental contact.

7. Heart Override – Temporarily control enemy body functions.

8. Shadow of Submission – Emit a fear-inducing aura that breaks weak minds.

9. Brain Hacker – Copy one skill or power from an enemy temporarily.

10. Wrath of the Mind King – A transformation into a higher state; mind energy becomes visible and weaponized.

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Auren stared at the glowing list with a cold smile curling across his lips.

"So... it's finally beginning," he murmured. "This world will kneel."

He moved to the side of the bed, sitting down slowly, deep in thought.

"I need powers that can shatter minds… and crush resistance."

His hand moved through the air, selecting his first three combat abilities:

1. Psychic Bind

2. Dominator's Gaze

3. Shadow of Submission

As the selections locked in, a dark ripple of energy coursed through his body. It wasn't painful — it was euphoric, like drinking forbidden power. He exhaled slowly, eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

> [Abilities Integrated Successfully]

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The world around him seemed to slow. He could feel the air bend at his fingertips. The walls of the room trembled, subtly, as if aware that a new force had awakened.

The door creaked.

He turned his head — Mira had returned, bowing slightly with her head lowered.

"I forgot my necklace, Master," she whispered, not daring to meet his eyes.

Auren stood slowly, the room darkening as his presence grew heavier.

"Look at me, Mira."

She hesitated, trembling.

"I said, look."

Her eyes met his — and Dominator's Gaze activated.

Mira froze, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't move. Couldn't blink. Couldn't think. Her body responded, but her mind was flooded by submission.

Auren walked slowly toward her.

"Every time I speak, your soul will listen," he said, his voice laced with mental venom. "This is just the beginning."

He snapped his fingers — and invisible chains snaked around Mira's limbs. Psychic Bind tightened, rendering her completely still.

"You belong to me. Your body, your mind, your breath, your heartbeat... all mine."

As he released the spell, Mira gasped, collapsing to her knees, panting — but she wasn't afraid. She craved it now.

Auren turned toward the window.

The city lay beyond, its lights twinkling like innocent stars.

But none of them knew that a predator had awakened — a dominator who didn't need armies or weapons. His tools were deeper. Subtler. More terrifying.

And this was just Level 1.

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Auren walked slowly down the hallway, his mind still buzzing from the surge of power he had just received. The walls around him seemed different now — less like parts of a home and more like pieces of a domain he was destined to rule.

He paused as he approached the hall. The scent of herbs and boiling broth drifted from the kitchen, and in the middle of it all stood Selene — his stepmother — gracefully moving between tasks, folding cloth, stirring a pot, wiping the counter with a soft hum under her breath.

Auren narrowed his eyes.

> This should be easy... Just a simple command. One thought and she'll kneel, just like Mira...

He raised his hand slightly. The air shimmered faintly around his fingers, the beginnings of Obedience Seal stirring within him.

But he hesitated.

His chest tightened, a strange resistance crawling through his spine like a shiver. His powers didn't fail him — he failed to use them.

> Why...? Why can't I do it?

Before he could think further, Selene turned around, catching sight of him. Her expression shifted instantly from focus to concern.

"Oh! Auren, sweetheart—what happened?" she asked gently, walking over. "You're sweating."

"A-ah…" he opened his mouth to speak, but the words tangled in his throat.

Before he could respond, she raised a hand, shaking her head. "Oh, sorry, dear. I forgot about your soup. Just wait a few minutes — I'll make it right now."

She pulled out a wooden chair, brushing it off carefully before placing it behind him.

"Sit here, love. Let me take care of you."