Reincarnated With The Degenerate System

I ran a hand through my hair, taking a slow breath to clear my thoughts. Hands clasped behind my back, chest high, I addressed the group in a more calming way.

"Alright, listen carefully," I began. "I want everyone assigned based on their skills so we can make the most of our time and resources."

I let my eyes sweep across their faces, making sure my words sank in.

"First," I continued, shoulders straightening a little more, "those strong enough to handle heavy lifting—cut down trees and gather logs. Use whatever powers you have, but don't get near the base. The trees here are our natural barrier."

I took a step forward, chin up, letting the silence linger for a heartbeat before moving on.

"Second, scouts and anyone with tracking skills—map the area, mark hazards, and locate food. Gather edible plants and safe animals, and keep detailed notes."

I exhaled slowly, letting my gaze rest on those who had been nursing injuries or carried healing skills.

"Third, those who are injured or possess healing abilities—stay here. Your job is crucial, too. Keep an eye on the camp, tend to anyone who gets hurt, and maintain our defensive perimeter while the others are out working."

Finally, I shifted my weight slightly, hands still behind my back, maintaining my serious expression.

"And anyone else who doesn't fit these categories—you'll assist wherever you're needed. Carry supplies, help transport logs, support the scouts… whatever keeps this place running smoothly. I expect cooperation, efficiency, and awareness. Every action counts, and every mistake could cost us. Understood?"

"YES, SIR!"

This time, they all smiled and got to work. My performance had taken their trust in me off the charts. Not one of them dared question my decisions.

With my clear instructions, and the fact that I was practically surrounded by superhumans—it didn't take long to gather resources.

I helped prepare the logs for construction, even using my spear techniques to dig holes and anchor them into a sturdy wall.

Roughly five hours later, we built a fully enclosed camp, reminiscent of an old medieval town. Six watchtowers rose from the walls, giving us a full 360-degree view of the surrounding area.

Inside were crude wooden huts.

As the sun began to set, we decided to stop working and focus on lighting campfires instead.

Amanda and Hai-Min handled the cooking, using the ingredients gathered by the scouting team.

Beast meat, however, was off the menu. Not only did it taste terrible, but it also contained toxins that required careful processing—eating it raw was basically like swallowing poison.

At night, we heard sounds from afar—probably beasts trying to check out our campsite.

I climbed one of the watchtowers, my ability enhancing my vision in the darkness.

'Shadow Manipulation.'

A bow made of darkness appeared in my hands, and I began firing at the beasts.

One by one, they fell, and before long, I had taken out twenty of them. The rest scattered into the night.

"Boss, you're really working hard," Amanda said, coming up behind me.

"I just don't want my sleep interrupted. And remember—offense is the best defense."

She giggled, leaning on the watchtower railing. "So, boss… do you have a thing for Hai-Min?"

"What kind of question is that? She isn't even 18."

"Not even 18…" she repeated, a sly smile spreading across her face. "So you're planning to wait until she turns 18?"

I shook my head. "Whatever I decide is my business. Right now, I just… feel the urge to protect her. And besides, I already have too many girls waiting for me outside this tower, so—"

I didn't even finish.

Amanda stepped in, closing the space between us like she'd been waiting for the cue. Her fingers brushed my chest, tracing along the pattern of my collarbone before sliding up toward my neck.

"Boss…" Her voice dipped, warm enough to chase away the night chill. "I might not be as young and pretty as Hai‑Min, but I'm confident I can make you feel better than she ever could. After everything you've done for us… I think you deserve a reward."

Without waiting for a response, she knelt on me and I heard the sound of my zipper getting undone. What came next was the sensation of her wet mouth teasing me.

She took her time, building a rhythm that was both maddeningly gentle and intensely arousing. The soft, wet sounds she made were the only noise that broke the silence, mingling with her intake of breath

The slurpy sound of her saliva dripping on the floor made me tilt my head up, closing my eyes and just enjoying the moment.

"Fuck," I breathed out. "You're so damn horny.. I never even asked you to do this."

I looked down at her, at the sight of her so willingly lost in the act. She was devouring my c*ck as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.

The amount of effort she was putting in just to please me came off as desperate, but I didn't blame her. After all I did, every girl in our group was probably masturbating about me.

"Why are you doing this? Do you really think this will be enough to make me fall for you? I'll just use your mouth, so don't expect anything."

"Boss," she mumbled around the base, struggling to get the words out.. "I don't.... need....your commitment. I.... just.... want to.... suck your.... d*ck. Please... use me as you see fit."

'Wow. That actually turned me on. So this is her hidden side—not bad, not bad at all.'

To pull away now would be rude of me. She wanted to be a tool, and a tool was used until the job was done.

My fist gripped her hair, and the rhythm changed. The steady pace became a violent, punishing thrust, my c*ck hitting the back of her throat with every stroke.

Her hands flew up, pushing against my thighs in a frantic attempt to break free. I didn't let her move an inch.

"You want this, right?" I snarled. "So endure it."

Another powerful thrust slammed into the back of her throat, and this time, a single, hot tear traced a path through the mascara on her cheek.

"Did you think I'm kind and gentle just because of how I treat Hai-Min?" I chuckled at her naivety. "Sorry to destroy your fantasy, but that girl is just special. I usually treat women like this."

I held her there, my grip like iron, forcing her to look up at me "So, after knowing all of this... do you still want to please me?"

My eyes widened as I saw her smile and nod. Damn, this woman was a straight-up masochist. Being treated like an object just made her hornier.

Her tongue worked my c*ck like a pro. My dick swelled, growing impossibly hard as it throbbed, every pulse a countdown to an explosive release.

"Fuck, I'm close. That's it, Amanda, keep going. I'm going to fucking flood that mouth of yours, just like a desperate little slut like you wanted. You must be so fucking happy right now, knowing you're about to be filled with my c*m."

I fisted my hand in her hair, holding her in place. My c*ck pulsed violently, and I erupted, pouring every drop of my hot, thick seed deep into her greedy mouth.