The sun had already set by the time I reached home, painting the sky in shades of orange and violet. A breeze fluttered the curtains of my room as I dropped my bag and sat on the edge of my bed. My phone buzzed softly in my pocket.
System Notification: "Slave Bond Completed – Willpower: 155"
I stared at the number.
One hundred and fifty-five.
That was insane.
From what I knew, a willpower score of 100 was enough to bend someone's thoughts, nudge their behavior, even control their actions subtly. At 120, you could make people do things they normally wouldn't, and they wouldn't even question it.
But 155?
That was domination.
Not just of action, but of mind, of soul, of everything. Melissa was now fully synced to me. But still—I wasn't someone who just blindly trusted numbers on a screen. I needed to test it. I needed confirmation. Proof. Real-world response.
So I picked up my phone and dialed her number.
Ring... Ring... Click.
"Hello?" Her voice was soft, professional, calm.
"Good evening, ma'am. This is Liam," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Oh Liam," she said warmly. "Is everything okay? You need help with something?"
"Yes, ma'am. I actually had a few questions about today's class. I just wanted to clear some doubts. Is that okay?"
"Of course, go ahead."
I paused, pretending to think. "In the essay question about Existentialism, you mentioned the concept of absurdity. Could you explain how that links to Camus' Myth of Sisyphus?"
She didn't hesitate.
Her voice became animated, passionate. She dove into the topic, explaining every detail like she was talking to an old friend, not just a student. She connected every dot, quoted Camus, even referenced Dostoevsky's Notes from Underground as a parallel.
Another question: "What about Nietzsche's eternal recurrence? Why did you say it was a test of will rather than belief?"
Again, she answered in depth, quoting the original German term 'ewige Wiederkunft', and explaining how it challenged one's ability to affirm life entirely.
She wasn't just answering me.
She was engaged, receptive, and there was a warmth in her voice that wasn't there before. No wall. No formality.
It was working.
Time for the final test.
"Ma'am, can I ask you something a little random?" I said casually.
"Sure," she replied, amused.
"Do you have a flower pot in your house?"
There was a small pause. Then, a light laugh.
"Yes Liam, I do. But it's fake. A small cactus near the window. Just for show."
"Oh cool," I said. "Would you mind sending a photo? I've been thinking of adding some décor to my room."
"Hmm… okay. Give me a sec."
A few moments passed. My phone pinged.
[Photo received]
I opened it. A small fake cactus sat neatly on a white windowsill, sunlight bathing it from the left. A blue curtain barely touched its edge. Clean. Real. Just like she said.
Time for more.
"Ma'am… I know it's a bit much, but… could you also send me a picture of yourself? Just so I remember how lucky we are to have a teacher like you."
Another small pause. My heart skipped.
Then: "Alright, but don't share it, okay?"
[Photo received]
I tapped the screen.
There she was.
Melissa.
Wearing a soft green top, her hair tied casually behind her head, strands falling slightly across her forehead. No heavy makeup—just natural, effortless charm. She wasn't posing. She wasn't faking a smile. It was real, raw, and beautiful.
I leaned back against the wall, phone still in my hand.
I hesitated for a bit then asked mam could you again send me a picture but this time naked ...There was silence for a while then she replied
"okay but again don't share it with anyone"
sure I replied
After 30 seconds my a notification popped on my messenger app as I clicked on it I saw Melissa this time same pose but naked her big breast that attracted my gaze like a magnet
That meant the system worked no more doubts
mam could you send me your address she replied okay
After she send me her address 243 Brook street house no 18
I activated my Invisibility powers I had 30 minutes to go to her house which was only 20 minutes walking distance away
I soon reached her house and deactivated my power since her house was at a islolated place nobody saw me
I went to her house and she opened the door she was wearing the same green top and a black pajama which showed her ass perfectly she told me to come inside and closed the door
as she closed the door I kissed her on the lips 1 minute straight after our kiss she just stared at me blankly
I said mam from the day I saw you I wanted to make you mine she replied but
"I am quite old"
no you are not I replied
you are the most beautiful in my eyes
it looked like my slave bond power was working perfectly
soon I asked her to kneel down as I forgot to bring condomn I asked her to suck as I took my pants down a throbing 9 inch dick stood their straight pointing at Melissa,
She looked at it for some time then opened her mouth as she took my dick
it only fitted half .
As Melissa took my dick in her mouth, the warmth and wetness enveloped it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I looked down at her, her green top contrasting with the black pajama bottoms that hugged her curves perfectly. The sight of her on her knees, her lips stretched around my throbbing dick, was almost too much to bear.
I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. "That's it," i murmured. "Just like that. Take it all."
Melissa's tongue was magic, swirling around the sensitive tip, tracing the thick veins, driving me wild. I could feel the pleasure building, my hips bucking slightly, fucking her mouth in earnest. She took it all, her eyes watering slightly, but she didn't stop. She was determined to please me, to make me come undone.
"Fuck, Melissa," i groaned. "You're so good at this. Such a good little cocksucker."
She moaned around me, the vibration sending me deeper into a state of ecstasy. I could feel his orgasm building, my balls tightening. I was close, so close.
"I'm going to come," I warned, my voice a low growl. "Swallow it all, Melissa. Swallow every last drop."
She nodded, her mouth full, her eyes locked onto me. I could see the desire in her gaze, the need to please me. And it was that look, that desire, that sent me over the edge.
With a final groan, I came, my hot seed spilling down her throat. She swallowed it all, her throat working to take every last drop. As she pulled back, she looked up at me, her eyes glazed over, her lips swollen and slick. The sight of her, like that, was almost enough to make me hard again.
The room smelled like fresh lavender.
Melissa had just stepped into the bathroom, and the soft sound of running water filled the silence. I sat there, the warmth of her touch still lingering on my skin. My mind was racing—not with guilt or confusion—but with power.
When she returned, her hair still damp, wearing a loose robe that barely held her curves in, she looked at me with soft, sleepy eyes.
"I'm gonna go wash up," she had whispered earlier. And now, as she stepped into the light again, something about her looked… different.
She moved closer.
I stood up and wrapped my arms around her. Her body melted into mine as if she was meant to be there. That's when it happened.
DING!
A notification popped into the corner of my vision.
> System Alert: Slave Will has reached 200.
I froze for a second. Two hundred? That wasn't just loyalty. That was worship. Obedience. Devotion.
Before I could even react—
DING! DING! DING!
> You Leveled Up.
You Leveled Up.
New Perks Unlocked.
I blinked, dazed.
What the hell… I thought. I'll check this later.
Right now, Melissa was resting her head on my chest, smiling. We sank into the couch together, like we'd been doing this for years. She looked up at me shyly, brushing her fingers along my arm.
"So… how's the preparation going?" she asked softly.
"Better now," I said with a small smile.
We talked.
Not about chores or lectures or essays. No.
We spoke about love in philosophy. How Plato believed love was a ladder to the divine—how beauty starts from the body but rises to the soul. We laughed over Kierkegaard's fear of marriage, and how Simone de Beauvoir believed in shared freedom between lovers.
We were two minds connecting.
Then I asked, half-joking, "Hey wifey, how much money do you have?"
She giggled, not at all offended. "Around 200,000 dollars. Why?"
I blinked. "Wait… what? Seriously?"
She smiled proudly. "Yeah. Also, my salary is about 45,000 a month."
"And it's all mine now?" I joked.
She looked at me with warmth in her eyes. "If you ever need anything… just ask. My money is your money."
I smiled at her, but before I could ask for anything, she suddenly stood up.
She walked to the corner of the room, opened a cupboard, and pulled out a small leather wallet. From it, she took a black debit card and walked back to me.
"Here," she said, placing it in my hand gently. "Use it for whatever you want."
I stared at the card, then at her. "You're serious?"
She nodded.
I didn't even need to ask.
Power. Real power. The kind you could feel vibrating in your palm.
"Thank you," I whispered, slipping the card into my pocket.
The clock read 7:00 PM. The sun had fully dipped beneath the horizon.
"I should go. My parents are gonna start worrying," I said, standing up.
Her voice was low, almost trembling.
"Can't you stay?"
I turned, walked back, held her again, and kissed her gently. "Soon, wifey. We'll be living together soon. Just give me a little time."
And then I left.
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Later That Night...
I lay on my bed, the lights off, phone glowing in my hand. I opened the system screen.
> [User Profile]
Name: Liam Maxturn
Age: 19
Height: 6'1
Balance: $202,000
> Abilities:
1. Invisibility – Level 2
→ You can now stay invisible for 1 hour.
→ Cooldown 15 minutes.
> 2. Slave Bond – Level 2
→ You can form stronger bonds.
→ Obedience at 100 = Can follow lethal orders.
→ New Bond Methods:
• Touch: 50% effectiveness
• Handshake: 90%
• Kiss: 100%
> 3. Regeneration – Level 1
→ Heals small injuries in 5 minutes.
I laughed under my breath. Everything upgraded—except Regeneration. But that was fine. I didn't need to be a tank yet. I was already becoming a king.
But then...
Something new caught my eye.
A glowing tab at the bottom of the screen.
> [Rewards] – NEW!