Framed, Then Reborn To Rule With The Harem System.

First Quest.

Chapter 5

Carson’s POV

Elena returned in the afternoon with a folder in her hands.

“Good news,” she said as she stepped into the room. “The doctor has cleared you for discharge. Your scans came back clean and I must say…you were lucky.”

I sat up on the bed. “Lucky... Right.”

She gave me a small smile and placed the folder on the side table. “I just need you to sign a few papers and confirm your information. The ID they found on you was damaged, so the administration had some trouble verifying everything.”

As she spoke, the blue screen appeared again.

[ A New Quest Has Been Issued]

[Form an intimate bond with Elena Vargas]

[Reward: 300 System Points + A Basic Charisma Boost]

[Time Limit: Only 24 Hours]

[Failure Penalty: None at current level]

I kept my face neutral while I read through it. The system was not wasting time.

Elena held out a pen. “I need your full name and current address for the records.”

I took the pen and wrote the new name without hesitation. Carson Beaumont. The letters still felt unfamiliar, but I forced them onto the page like they had always belonged to me.

She glanced at what I wrote. “Beaumont. Alright. Do you have someone coming to pick you up?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t have anyone.”

She paused, then looked at me more carefully. “No family in the city?”

“Not that I can contact right now.”

Elena closed the folder and tapped her fingers against it for a second. “I get off in about forty minutes. If you want, I can drop you somewhere. It’s on my way, and you probably shouldn’t be walking around right after being discharged.”

The screen pulsed once in the corner of my vision, as if approving the opening.

“I’d appreciate that,” I said.

She nodded. “Wait here. I’ll finish my shift and come get you.”

Forty minutes later she returned in regular clothes, dark jeans and a simple blouse, her hair loosened from the tight work style. She signed me out, handed me a small bag with the clothes I had been wearing when I arrived, and led me to the staff parking lot.

Her car was a modest sedan. I sat in the passenger seat while she started the engine.

“Where should I take you?” she asked.

I didn’t have an answer ready. The identity rewrite was still settling. I had no apartment under the new name yet, no money I could access immediately, nothing solid.

“I haven’t figured that out,” I said honestly.

Elena glanced at me, then back at the road. “You really don’t have anywhere to go?”

“Not tonight.”

She was quiet for a while as she drove. Then she said, “I have a spare room. It’s not fancy, but you can stay one night while you sort things out. Only if you want. No pressure.”

I looked at her. The system screen remained silent, waiting.

“Alright,” I said. “One night.”

Her apartment was on the third floor of a quiet building. Small living room, clean kitchen, a short hallway that led to two doors. She dropped her bag on the counter and turned to me.

“The bathroom is that way if you want to clean up. I’ll make something quick to eat.”

I nodded and went to wash my face. When I came back out, she had two plates on the small table. Simple pasta and an orange juice. We sat across from each other and ate in relative silence for a few minutes.

“You don’t talk much,” she said eventually.

“My bad. I’ve had a long week I guess.”

She gave a short laugh. “You were unconscious for most of it.”

“Before that too.”

Elena studied me over her fork. “You know, when I first walked into your room earlier, you looked different from most patients. Most people wake up confused or scared. You looked like you were already planning something.”

I met her eyes. “Maybe I was.”

The air between us shifted. She didn’t look away. I set my fork down.

“Elena.”

“Yeah?”

“Come here.”

She hesitated only a second, then stood and walked around the table. I reached for her hand and pulled her closer until she stood between my knees. My other hand settled on her waist.

“This is probably a bad idea,” she said quietly, but she didn’t step back.

“Probably,” I agreed, and kissed her.

She responded faster than I expected. Her hands went to my shoulders, then into my hair. I stood, keeping her against me, and guided her toward the hallway. We barely made it to her bedroom before clothes started coming off.

I pushed her onto the bed and followed her down. Her breathing was already uneven. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, the space between her breasts while she pulled at my shirt. When there was nothing left between us, I settled between her thighs and pushed into her in one steady motion.

Elena arched under me with a sharp intake of breath. I moved with controlled force, watching her face the entire time. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her nails dug into my back. Every sound she made fed something hungry that had been locked away for too long.

I fucked her without rushing and without gentleness. She met every thrust. When she came, her body tightened around me and a broken moan left her throat. I followed soon after, burying myself deep as the release hit.

We stayed like that for a moment, both catching our breath.

Then the screen appeared, bright and clear.

[First Quest Has Been Completed!]

[Intimate Bond Formed With Elena Vargas]

[Reward Received: 300 System Points]

[Basic Charisma Boost Applied]

[Host Level Progress: +12%]

[Affinity with Elena Vargas has increased]

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Elena lay beside me, one arm resting across my chest.

“That was unexpected,” she said after a while.

“Yeah,” I answered.

But inside, I was already smiling.

The system was real. The rewards were real. And this was only the first step.

I had a year, a new name, and a power no one else could see.

This time, I was going to make sure I take everything.