I woke with my skin raw and a dull ache spreading through every muscle. Natalia lay sprawled across my chest, her breathing slow and even. Pale morning light sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across her naked back. Her blue hair splayed in all directions, a chaotic halo against my sheets.
"Mmm...Satori..." she mumbled against my neck, her lips warm and soft.
Natalia’s Cryo-Lich Ring glowed softly on her finger, the only thing she still wore. I rembered the mont her telekinesis had lost control, objects flying around the room in a psychic hurricane as she ca. My desk chair had levitated for nearly thirty seconds before crashing back to the floor. The temperature had plumted so drastically that frost had ford on my windows, then lted with the heat of our bodies.
mories of the night flashed through my mind in fragnted images. Natalia writhing beneath , her nails drawing blood as they raked down my back. Her perfect body stretched out like an offering, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. The sounds she made as I claid her, again and again—desperate, primal sounds that had nothing to do with the composed ice princess she pretended to be. The pill had turned every touch into electric current, every kiss into lightning, every thrust into an earthquake.
"I’m gonna make you a mother," I’d whispered against her ear, lost in a haze of lust and dominance.
Was that really ?
I rembered Nel’s incessant notifications popping up throughout the night like an overeager scorekeeper. That fucking voyeur couldn’t just let enjoy my victory without keeping score, turning even this most intimate mont into another performance for her amusent.
[ 15 SP for ’Primal Domination’]
I’d ntally snarled at the intrusion. "Fuck off and let work." Of course Nel was watching. Everything was a show to her, and I was just her favorite dancing monkey, entertaining the gods with my corruption and conquest.
I needed to check the damage report. Carefully, I began extracting myself from Natalia’s octopus grip, sliding my arm from beneath her head and gently lifting her leg off mine. She made a small sound of protest but didn’t wake, rely curling into the warm spot I’d left behind.
Standing naked by the window, I called up my status screen. The blue light cast harsh shadows across my transford body, highlighting the muscles that had once been hidden beneath layers of fat. The bruises and bite marks from Natalia’s passion stood out starkly against my skin.
SATORI NAKANO
Level: 1 | Title: King of the Glass House | Class: None | Schema Points: 245
I blinked in surprise. Two hundred and forty-five SP? I’d started the night with just over a hundred. The gods had been generous with their applause, throwing their cosmic currency at like drunken businessn at a strip club.
But what caught my attention was the new title beneath my na. "King of the Glass House." That didn’t sound right. It had the flavor of a backhanded complint, like being crowned ruler of a kingdom made of brittle promises and transparent lies.
My eyes drifted down to my attributes.
Strength: D-329 Endurance: D-358
Dexterity: D-258 [ 150] Magic: F-172
Agility: D-283
The Dexterity boost made no sense. Why would fucking Natalia’s brains out improve my manual dexterity? Unless...
I tapped the title, and the description expanded before my eyes like an unfolding prophecy of doom.
Title: [King of the Glass House]
[Description:] A title granted to a ruler who believes his domain is private, unaware that his every secret is visible to those outside. It is the mark of a scher whose greatest triumph is also his most glaring vulnerability.
[Effects:] 150 Dexterity: Your movents beco slightly more subtle, your hands a little quieter. A minor boon for a clumsy perforr who desperately needs to learn how not to get caught again.
Passive Effect: [Veil of Lies]: The believability of your falsehoods and the effectiveness of your social manipulation skills are increased by 10%. You are becoming a better liar out of necessity.
Curse Effect: [The Matriarch’s Gaze]: Kimiko Nakano now possesses a heightened passive ability to detect your falsehoods and notice subtle inconsistencies in your behavior. Her maternal intuition has been sharpened into a blade aid directly at your throat. Lying to her is now significantly more difficult.
"...needs to learn how not to get caught again."
Again.
Cold realization washed over like a bucket of ice water. The unlocked door. The loud music from Natalia’s room to mask our sounds—music that Kimiko would have discovered when she found Natalia’s room empty. The timing of her "goodnight" that seed just a little too perfect, a little too rehearsed.
"Fuck," I whispered, glancing back at Natalia’s sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, unaware that our private kingdom had just been breached, that the walls of our sanctuary had eyes and ears we never suspected.
"YOU KNEW?" I scread in my head, fury building like a storm. The betrayal felt personal, as if Nel had deliberately set up for this fall.
Nel’s voice drifted into my consciousness, dripping with smug satisfaction like honey laced with poison.
[Nel: Of course, my champion. Why do you think the SP payout was so high? A secret affair is one thing. But a taboo, incestuous affair discovered by the sweet, unsuspecting matriarch of the family? The sheer dramatic potential! The Audience gave your mother’s horrified discovery a standing ovation.]
I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles cracked, imagining them around Nel’s nonexistent throat.
Kimiko knew.
"She’s not my real sister," I hissed under my breath. "This isn’t incest."
[Nel: Oh? Tell that to her. Tell that to your father. Tell that to society. The taboo exists regardless of your technicalities, and that’s what makes this so deliciously complicated.]
I paced silently across the floor, mind racing through options. This changed everything. Kimiko was gentle, loving, naïve—but she wasn’t stupid. If she’d seen us, she wouldn’t just sweep it under the rug. She’d either confront us directly or tell Luka.
And if Luka found out...
I’d be dead.
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