The Devil's Lust System

A Sense of Bewilderment

“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 only give you drops, and they will quickly deplete.”

"But how can I find them? Do they have a mark on their forehead? Is my neighbor, Ms. Mia, an anomaly?" Edi asked, his brain automatically jumping to the most exotic person he knew.

Sabrun fell silent for a moment. Edi felt a kind of mental "click" in his head, as if a new program had opened.

***[NEAR-FAR ANOMALY SENSOR ACTIVATION.]***

"Look inside yourself, Desmond. Or Edi, whatever you prefer. Focus on your new sensations," Sabrun commanded.

Edi tried to do so. He closed his eyes. In the darkness of his mind, a virtual interface appeared. A translucent blue screen filled with complicated text.

"Is this... the Status System?" Edi mumbled, his eyes still closed.

[DESMOND - INCUBUS LEVEL 1]

DP (Desire Points): 0/1000

Self-Restraint Time: 47:59:59 (Countdown to Incubus Rage)

Registered Partners: 0

Basic Abilities: Transformation, Charm Level 1, Anomaly Sensor.

In the bottom right corner, a digital clock began ticking backward. Edi had less than two days to fulfill the system's disgusting demands.

"The clock is ticking, Desmond. It cannot be stopped. Right now, you've wasted two minutes just hallucinating in this spot," Sabrun sneered.

"I'm not hallucinating! This is insane! I was just eaten alive! Then you show up, force me to become Don Juan, and give me two days before I turn into a monster and endanger anyone I meet? I won't do it!" Edi yelled, clutching his head, trying to chase away the cold voice.

"You promised Aurora. ‘I will do whatever you ask as long as I survive.’ Remember?" Sabrun reminded him, the voice sharp and piercing. "Think about Sella. Think about your debts. By becoming an Incubus, you won't just survive—you will become rich, strong, and pay off all those debts. Your nerdiness as Edi will vanish. You will gain control, provided you meet your basic biological demands.”

Edi fell silent. His mind returned to why he had been there in the first place.

**Flashback On**

"Sella, I'll be home late today, don't forget to lock the door," Edi told his stepsister. He made sure his tone was as gentle as possible.

Sella didn't move. Her head didn't even shift slightly, as if Edi's voice was merely the buzz of a mosquito in her ear. Sella only mumbled, faintly, almost inaudibly.

"Yeah, I know," she replied curtly without turning around.

Edi glanced at Sella's back. Even though they were only stepsiblings, Edi and Sella used to be an inseparable team. Now? They were like two strangers forced to share misery and debt under one roof. Their relationship had fractured years ago, broken since that awful night.

"I just need a little bit of luck today. I'll come home and buy some good food," he said, trying one last time to get Sella to at least look at him.

Again, there was no reply. Sella's silence was far more painful than her harshest shouting.

Edi knew Sella was still angry. Sella still held the firm belief that Edi was the reason their father died in an accident years ago. She believed Edi was the reason her mother ran away and abandoned them, leaving behind only a pile of debt that was strangling Edi.

"If you hadn't asked to be picked up, Dad wouldn't have died!" That scream, which Sella had once hurled at Edi, still felt sharp as a cold knife slice every time Edi looked at her. Yet, Edi had never asked to be picked up. Not at all.

Edi shook his head, banishing the bitter memory from his mind. Focus, he thought. Today was the decisive day. He had to get this job. Otherwise, Sella's tuition bills, the rent, and the other debts would wrap around them until they froze to death on the street.

His name was Edi. He was 20 years old, a poor, seemingly nerdy honor student. Dressed in a white shirt and long fabric pants, anyone could tell where he was headed: a job interview.

Edi started walking toward the station. On the way, he opened his old phone, rereading the interview address. The position he was applying for was a private tutor, the job Edi desperately needed to pay everything off.

"Edi, where are you going? You look so handsome, all dressed up!" A cheerful voice greeted Edi. It was Aunt Ana, their neighbor, carrying her child.

Edi offered a faint smile. "Oh, Aunt Ana. I'm going to the station for an interview. Excuse me, Auntie." He nodded slightly, his pace not slowing.

A few meters later, another voice called Edi. This voice was far more alluring, huskier and more mature. Edi shifted his gaze. A woman in a business suit and tight leather pants that highlighted every curve of her body was walking from the opposite direction.

It was Mia. Edi's sexy neighbor. She looked tired, but her sensual aura still burned. Her golden eyes gazed at Edi curiously.

"Oh, Ms. Mia. I'm going for an interview," he replied, slightly flustered. Mia was a good neighbor, even though she often disappeared to who knows where.

"Wow, I hope you get it, Edi! So you don't stay nerdy forever!" She laughed lightly as she walked past, leaving Edi with a mixture of embarrassment and hope.

After a fifteen-minute walk and a half-hour train ride, Edi arrived in the bustling central business district, filled with ambition and wealth. He checked the clock on his phone: 4:45 PM. His interview was at five.

Edi immediately broke into a short run. He was panting heavily when he arrived at the destination address. It wasn't a luxurious office tower, but a simple-looking two-story shop-house, nestled between a cafe and a boutique. The company sign was written in inconspicuous lettering.

Edi regulated his breathing, straightened his shirt and hair, making sure there was no dust or sweat clinging to him. Hope, however thin, still burned in his chest. This had to work.