Kai Winters was never an ordinary child.
The morning light spilled gently through the soft white curtains of a wooden cottage nestled between hills and rice fields, touching the face of a newborn with shimmering blue eyes—deep like glacier lakes—and hair tinted with a pastel-pink hue that glowed faintly under sunlight.
Even the midwife had paused, unsure whether to smile or question nature's laws. His father, a tall and broad man with a jaw like carved stone, stood stunned, then turned to his wife in disbelief.
"…He's ours?"
The DNA test confirmed it. The doctors shrugged, blaming a rare genetic fluke. But his parents didn't care. From the moment he first cooed in his cradle, their lives revolved around him.
His mother, a gentle Vietnamese woman with warm, curious eyes, couldn't stop herself from kissing his soft, chubby cheeks. His father—an ex-police officer from the frozen edges of Russia—started taking leave, finding joy in simply watching Kai toddle barefoot through grass.
Their village was a quiet place where time moved slowly. Wooden homes with blue-painted rooftops, a few goats grazing freely, dirt paths weaving between vegetable gardens. Birds sang at sunrise. Neighbors called out greetings from porches.
There were no buzzing phones or crowded malls—only honest air and stories told under oil lamps. Kai's mother taught him everything by hand: letters drawn in the dirt, geography traced in clouds, and values stitched into fairy tales. His favorite stories were of heroes—those who shielded the weak and punished the corrupt.
By the time he turned three, he was a prodigy in his own right—speaking fluently, naming continents, and responding with insights far beyond his age. The village adored him. Girls giggled behind trees when he passed, some families even offering playful marriage proposals, only to be dismissed gently by his mother. "Let him choose," she'd say, smiling with quiet pride.
Then came the change.
At twelve, the family moved to Kentucky. Suburbs replaced fields. Skyscrapers swallowed skies. For the first time, Kai walked into a world where kindness was mocked, and beauty—his cursed gift—was preyed upon.
His appearance made him a magnet. Boys glared. Girls followed. Teachers smiled too warmly, made excuses to touch his shoulders. Some girls slipped notes into his locker filled with dreams and confessions. He never responded. He couldn't.
Because when he was five, on a starless night, as crickets sang outside his window, something impossible happened.
A translucent screen shimmered into view, like a vision drawn from heaven.
> [System Notice: Maintain virginity until 18 to unlock Awakening.]
And then it vanished.
But its words imprinted on him like a scar. From then on, he resisted every temptation, every whispered promise, every wandering hand. The hero stories had prepared him for this. Something greater was waiting.
And now, the moment had come.
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Morning. His 18th birthday.
The sun rose slowly, casting streaks of gold across Kai's room. Dust particles danced lazily in the air. The ceiling fan hummed, soft and rhythmic. His eyelashes fluttered, catching the light. Then he stirred—his hair, now longer and silkier, slid across the pillow like threads of cherry blossom. He opened his eyes.
That same hypnotic blue shimmered in the dawn.
He sat up, stretching slowly, bones cracking gently, muscles toned and smooth beneath his shirt. His breath left him in a steady exhale. And then—
> [Congratulations! You have finally Awakened your system.]
[Say "System" to access the system panel.]
His lips parted. He blinked once, twice.
"…System," he whispered.
Instantly, a glowing screen burst into existence before him, hovering weightlessly, emitting a soft, digital hum.
[Host: Kai Winters]
[Level: 0 (0/100)]
[Super Power: Succubus Charm]
[Strength: 0]
[Agility: 0]
[Stamina: 0]
[Intelligence: 0]
Level can be increased after having intimacy or sex with someone.
Each level grants 5 Stat Points for distribution.
Strength: 80 kg base.
Agility: 20 km/h.
Stamina: enough to maintain max strength/speed for a minute.
Intelligence: 90 IQ
Each point adds +10 kg strength, +2 km/h speed.
Additional changes occur past 10 in any stat.
Kai stared. His jaw tightened.
"…Succubus Charm? Are you kidding me?"
His eyebrows pinched together, a subtle mix of disappointment and disbelief creasing his usually calm face. He had imagined something grand—flight, elemental control, telekinesis. Instead, he was handed seduction.
He was about to scoff when he glanced at the time. His eyes widened slightly.
"Shit. I'm late."
---
Moments later.
The front door burst open. Kai stepped out in a crisp black jacket, dark jeans hugging his long legs, and his pink hair tied loosely behind. He ran his fingers through the strands, letting them fall gently into place. He slid onto his black motorcycle, the engine roaring awake beneath him. As he pulled out of the driveway, the rising sun lit his silhouette like a scene from a painting.
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College Campus. Late Morning.
The moment he parked, the crowd stirred.
Heads turned. A group of girls near the front gate whispered excitedly. One dropped her water bottle.
Kai pulled off his helmet. His hair unfurled like silk. His eyes scanned the area—calm, focused, unreadable.
A voice broke through the air. "Hey Kai! Big party tonight—Maria's birthday bash. She invited you personally!"
It was Bobby—his friend, slightly shorter, with wild brown curls and eyes always too excited.
Kai turned slowly. One brow arched.
"So… you weren't invited?"
Bobby scratched his neck. "Well, no. But if I'm with you, they'll let me in."
Kai let out a faint smirk. "Figures."
As they walked toward the stairs, the crowd parted. Then came the interruption—five girls, like a perfectly rehearsed squad, flanked him. In the center: Joanna, bold and sharp-tongued.
She stepped closer, red lips curled into a threatening smile.
"Kai," she cooed, her fingers trailing up his chest, slipping an invitation into his shirt collar. "You're coming tonight. Or your precious bike might not survive the week."
Then she winked, turned, and sauntered off with her entourage, hips swaying in rhythm with their laughter.
Bobby gaped. "You're threatened with hugs, bro. I'm threatened with knives."
Kai didn't respond. He was staring at the invitation, mind turning.
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Evening.
The city lights blurred into lines as Kai and Bobby rode toward the party. Music thudded from the house ahead—fairy lights wrapped around pillars, balloons swaying in the wind, and laughter spilling into the yard.
As they entered, a crowd swelled inside. Drinks flowed. Music boomed. Girls danced in circles.
"Stay close," Bobby said, clutching his jacket nervously. "Last time, some girls tried drugging your drink."
Kai nodded once. His eyes swept the room, calm and glacial.
The girls found him quickly, brushing past, trailing perfume, touching his arms, whispering things no hero would dare repeat. But he ignored them.
His gaze drifted to the back corner—a velvet lounge, half-lit, half-shadowed.
There they were.
Maria. Anna. Bella.
Sitting like queens. Watching him like predators.
Kai moved toward them, slow and steady. Each step precise. Calculated.
Maria leaned forward, her smile too wide. Her dress shimmered under the purple lights.
"Well, well. You really came," she said.
Kai sat across from her, eyes unblinking.
"…Where's Bobby?" he asked.
He didn't look away.
Didn't need to.
Because something was wrong.
Something in the air felt… off.
The music kept playing.
The people kept dancing.
But the game had already begun.