The Devil's Lust System

“Please, please save me, I’ll do anything you ask as long as I can survive,” Edi pleaded. Though his voice was barely a whisper, Edi still struggled to convince them. His throat burned every time a word escaped his lips, adding to his agony.The man in the black suit bent down, staring at Edi’s mangled face, as if judging whether Edi was worth saving or not. His flat eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.“He’s conscious,” the man said flatly to the pink-haired woman named Aurora.Aurora approached. She shrugged, holding what looked like a high-tech scanner. The device beeped, beeped, beeped, indicating that Edi’s life hung by a thread.“Physically, Edi—that is your name, isn’t it?—you should already be dead,” Aurora stated, her voice clear yet cold, contrasting sharply with her bright hair color. “Your entire nervous system and organs have suffered extreme trauma. We’ve been hunting these low-level Dog-Fiends for three days, and we were too late for you.”Edi tried to shake his head, but

“The Incubus Rage is triggered. It is the System's automatic defense mechanism designed to prevent the demon's self-destruction. Your brain will prioritize sexual desire. No matter the target, no matter the consequences, you will seize energy. And when that happens, you, Edi, will no longer be in control. That’s why you must have sex at least every 48 hours.”Edi realized he had two days. He had to find a woman—an 'anomaly'—and sleep with her within two days, or he would become an uncontrollable monster. The nerdy Edi, who had never even been on a date, now faced the threat of terrible demonic punishment."Wait, hold on a second. Anomaly? What is an anomaly?" Edi asked, confused by yet another foreign term coming from this 'System.'Sabrun replied, "Anomalies are entities or individuals possessing demonic genetics, spiritual beings, or non-human powers. They produce significantly higher quality and quantity of desire energy (DP) for an Incubus. Intercourse with a normal human will onl

“Hey, Desmond. Don’t forget the one crucial thing. In this zero-DP condition, if you touch Amel before intimacy, primitive lust will paralyze you. She will tear you apart if she is a feral anomaly. You need to be smart, Edi, or your corpse will end up in the dumpster again.”That threat, somehow, felt more painful to Edi than the threat of dying from blood loss. Torn apart by a feral anomaly?He squeezed the phone in his hand, staring at the countdown clock in his mind: 47 hours.‘I have to survive. For Sella.’The taxi stopped. Edi looked around. Gleaming skyscrapers and neatly manicured gardens. He was now in the heart of luxury, and his target was Amel. He took a deep breath and immediately transformed back. The form of Desmond reappeared. The hunt had begun.“Where is she?” Edi whispered to Sabrun.“She just entered The Obsidian Club. She’s lonely, and ready to be seduced. Go. But there’s one more thing you need to know, Desmond.”“What?” Edi asked tensely.“When the Incubus is ac

Sella’s burning suspicion clashed with Desmond’s newfound tranquility. Her grip on the collar of Edi’s worn shirt was heated, yet Edi—or the entity within him—remained totally unfazed. It was akin to a mosquito bite: annoying, but utterly non-threatening.“Where did you get all this money, Edi?” Sella demanded, her voice thick with burning accusation. “What did you do? Did you sell yourself out?”Edi stared straight back. His thick glasses nearly slipped.“Sell myself out?” Edi offered a small smile. It wasn't the smile of the awkward Edi, but a slight corner of Desmond’s cruel sneer. “Who do you think would want to buy this dorky Edi? Even those lowlife Demons would puke.”Sella gasped. The way Edi spoke. That tone. Cold and resolute.“I did the dirty work,” Edi continued, slowly peeling Sella’s grip off his collar. His hand, unconsciously, moved with a cautious precision that mirrored Desmond’s own. “Work that only a desperate person like me is capable of. And it’s none of your conc

The creature leaped. This time, its jaw was wide open. Its lethal fangs immediately ripped into Edi’s neck, severing his spine, and then hammered into his head with sickening force.The intense, rapid pain faded all of Edi’s consciousness to zero. His last thought, before darkness engulfed everything, was a feeling of failure. He had failed to protect Sella; he had failed to survive.Amidst the brief, brutal silence in the warehouse, the Dog Demon began its feast. It consumed the now lifeless, nerdy body, mercilessly chewing bone and flesh. Suddenly, the creature’s body shimmered faintly, absorbing energy from its prey.All that remained of the old Edi was blood on the floor, tattered clothes, and the repulsive remnants of the ravenous Lycanthrope’s feast.Edi was dead.But somewhere far away, in a secret headquarters, an emergency red light flashed on a monitor.[HOST IS DEAD. VITALITY SENSOR ZERO.][INCUBUS SYSTEM SECURITY PROTOCOL 001.0 ACTIVE.][INITIATING CORE DATA IDENTITY RECOV