Desire Investment System

"And though I don't know all the details," Lena added, "my father said James Cromwell was a User. Of an… Investment System."

Jace's face went pale, eyes wide for a fleeting moment. Then the mask slid back on. His expression softened into composed indifference, his tone level, measured.

"System?" His brows knit faintly. "What are you talking about?"

Lena blinked, taken aback. "Y-You really don't know anything about it?"

Jace let out a short scoff, tilting his head like she had asked him something absurd. "I don't even know who my grandfather is, so how would I know about my great-grandfather?"

His faint sneer carried just enough disdain to make her flinch.

Then his eyes narrowed, voice smooth as silk. "By the way, about my… mother's account. Who knows about it?"

"Only my father," Lena replied quickly. "And some higher-ups in the government, but I don't know who exactly."

Jace's tone dropped low, heavy as iron. "Now my last question. Will there be another assassination attempt?"

Lena's lips parted but closed again, her silence said more than words could.

Then Kyra stepped forward, her voice firm, controlled like a soldier reporting to her commander. "Please allow me to protect you."

The sudden plea lit fire in Jace's eyes. "WHAT?" His voice cracked through the room like a whip.

Kyra bowed her head, posture rigid. "It's true I was assigned to surveil you. But I wasn't told about the assassination, and I'm not part of the government."

"So please… let me protect you. Let me correct my mistakes." Her words carried the weight of discipline, a soldier's blunt admission of failure.

Jace's glare didn't falter, his crimson eyes drilling into her. The silence stretched, suffocating.

Finally, he exhaled sharply, shoulders loosening by a fraction. "Fine. I'll think about it."

He raised a hand to his temple, feigning a headache, then flicked his wrist in dismissal. "Now leave. I need rest."

Kyra and Lena exchanged a quick glance before quietly they turned and stepped out.

The moment the door clicked shut, Jace's hand tangled in his hair, pulling hard until his scalp hurt. His head dropped forward, jaw locked tight as the revelations hit all at once.

His mother's hidden fortune, her name tied to an account worth trillions, and his great-grandfather's connection to another System.

His chest rose in sharp bursts. He stumbled to the window, bracing himself against the sill as cool morning air hit his skin.

'I was... careless.'

Jace had noticed that ever since he completed his first system mission, his mind had been sharper, faster—twice that of any human.

But with that clarity came headaches. His emotions slipped, spilling out. The thrill of blood. The pull of cruelty. The sick pleasure of shattering bonds.

Psychopathy urges lurking beneath his polite mask.

He pressed both palms against the glass until it rattled faintly. His reflection stared back at him, bandaged, pale, crimson pupils glowing faintly in the light. A stranger.

For thirty minutes he fought with himself, thoughts whipping around like blades: burn it all down, seize everything, trust no one.

His jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his temple.

Then, slowly, the chaos ebbed. His chest steadied, his mind calmed. His thoughts back to humane, and his smirk returned.

'So this is how it feels when the game difficulty suddenly spikes.'

A dark chuckle slipped from his throat. He whispered to himself, "And I'll be the highest ranking player."

Seven days later, Jace walked out of Saint Argento Hospital with bandages gone, skin smooth, body strong. The doctors had declared him as a miracle—having genetics beyond reason. But he only gave them a thin smile and left, ignoring their awe.

At home, the warmth of Maribel's apartment felt almost foreign after the cold gleam of hospital walls. For two days he let himself breathe there, sharing simple meals, small talks, Camila's teasing remarks, Maribel's soft laughter.

Almost like a family. Almost.

But at night, warmth turned into something else entirely.

Maribel lay beneath him, her dark brown hair splayed over the pillow, chest heaving. Jace's cock slammed into her soaked pussy, hard, fast, relentless.

The bed shook with every thrust.

"J-JACE!" she moaned, her voice ragged, breasts bouncing violently with each snap of his hips.

He gripped her breasts roughly, squeezing, kneading, then bent low to suck her nipples, his teeth grazing until she cried out. Sweat glistened across her body, her skin hot and damp under his chest.

Her thighs trembled as his pace grew brutal, hips pounding, each thrust driving her deeper into the mattress. She clawed at his back, nails dragging red lines, her voice breaking into screams.

He kissed up to her ear, grinding deep inside her, voice low, cruel, and teasing. "Aren't you afraid Camila might hear us?"

Her eyes fluttered, nails digging harder. Her moans turned louder, shameless. "I… I don't care!" she screamed, her body shaking, pussy tightening around him.

"I'M CUMMING!"

Her release tore through her, pussy spasming, juices flooding around his cock. Jace groaned, pounding harder, chasing his own climax.

"Fuck—" He slammed deep, cock twitching as he poured hot cum inside her, flooding her cunt until it spilled back out in messy streams.

Maribel's body jerked, toes curling, her scream muffled by his mouth crushing hers. Their kiss was desperate, saliva mixing as she trembled beneath him, clinging to him with every ounce of strength.

Only when the waves slowed did he pull back, watching her chest rise and fall in shallow breaths, sweat dripping between her H-Cup breasts.

Later, when Maribel collapsed into exhausted sleep, Jace slipped from bed. He muttered about needing the bathroom, but his steps carried him down the hall, toward Camila's door.

It was cracked open, as always.

Inside, Camila was on her bed, shorts shoved to her thighs. She bit down on her t-shirt, teeth tugging the fabric up to bare her breasts. One hand squeezed her breasts, the other buried between her legs.

Two fingers thrust in and out of her pussy, wet and messy, her juices soaking her panties that hung crooked around her knees.

Her head tossed back, hair damp with sweat, lips parted around broken moans. "D-Dad…" she gasped, fucking herself faster. "F-fuck me…"

Her hips jerked upward as her fingers curled inside her, pumping harder, her thighs trembling.

"Dad… please…" she whimpered, voice raw, pussy squelching loudly in the quiet room.

The air was thick with her scent, musky and sweet. The sound of her wet fingers filled the silence, each thrust louder than the last.

Jace's cock hardened instantly. His grin spread as he leaned against the doorway, capturing every detail. Her flushed cheeks. Her glistening pussy. The way she moaned his name like a prayer.

He stepped forward, ready to push the door wide—

And then the System reappeared.

[ System Maintenance has finished ]

The glowing words froze him mid-step.