Reincarnated With The Degenerate System

[DING!]

I squinted at the message like it had just tried to sell me a scam.

[Host, you need to manually dominate her to complete the whole ordeal.]

"…Manual," I repeated.

[Yes, Host. You must make her submit through fear, respect or love.]

Oh. So it wasn't a scam.

It was a loophole.

A beautiful, sparkling little loophole that let me point at the system and go 'Not my fault,' with a perfectly straight face.

I turned toward her, took in her strange, unreal beauty… and hesitated.

Fear would work faster. I knew that. Break her hard enough and the system would be satisfied. Quick. Efficient. Brutal.

But looking at her like this—small without the sky, quiet without her storms—it felt… excessive. Like using a hammer on glass.

'…Yeah,' I muttered. 'Fear's overkill on someone who already lost everything.'

So that's leave me with love and respect.

Out of scientific curiosity—and absolutely not because I wanted to feel her —I stepped closer and poked her shoulder.

The sensation was nothing like human skin.

It wasn't smooth or warm in the usual way. It felt… layered. Soft, almost airy, like I was brushing against invisible feathers instead of flesh.

She stiffened instantly.

"What do you think you're doing, you imbecile?!"

She swung at my face.

Her palm topped inches from my skin—frozen in mid-air. Not because she chose to stop… but because something else chose for her.

I glanced at her suspended hand, then back at her.

'…Huh,' I muttered. 'That's interesting. My system's basically giving me permission to do whatever I want.'

I let out a defeated laugh and shook my head.

'See? This is what I've been saying. It's not me. It's this damn power that keeps setting up situations like this—like it wants me to make the ugly choices.'

"How about you just admit defeat, so I don't have to make this harder than it needs to be?"

Her diamond eyes glowed red staring at me like I was the lowest kind of trash—like she'd already decided I was some scumbag abusing power just because I could.

"You think just touching me will make me submit?" she snapped. "I'm not that weak!"

She was stubborn. But it was… mesmerizing, in a way.

Everything else about her was pure snow, flawless and strange, but her eyes were living gems—brightening with anger, narrowing with suspicion, shifting with every little thought.

"Well, you asked for it. So don't blame me if I start being extra careful with you."

I checked her sides. The folds of that strange, feather-soft skin.

Not because I was being weird—because I fully expected a female dragon to pull a surprise attack out of thin air.

It made her shift, tense, clearly uncomfortable… but she couldn't do a thing about it. All she could do was glare at me like she was memorizing my face for the afterlife.

She was still keeping her composure, a fragile mask of control, but that all shattered the moment my hands settled on her buns.

"What are you—" she couldn't even finish her sentence after I pulled her nipples.

"Relax, I'm just being careful. It's not that I enjoyed touching your body."

I let my fingers trail over the soft curve of her buns, feeling the delicate skin give under my hand. A shiver ran through her, the only movement she could make.

"Got to make sure you're not secretly packing any surprise attacks," I muttered, smirking. "Wouldn't want you blasting me with laser beams from anywhere unexpected."

"Are you out of your mind?!" she snapped. "Why are you even touching that part then?"

I didn't move my hand away.

Instead, I pushed her shoulder slightly—just enough to prove she still couldn't resist it.

"It's just a physical check," I said flatly. "You might not know this since you're a dragon, but humans do this all the time."

"They do?" she asked, her eyes hard and narrow, like the words themselves offended her.

She shut them tight after I pinched her nipples again. "…Liar."

"Next test."

She cracked one eye open.

"…What test?"

I lifted an imaginary clipboard and pretended to read.

"Checking if your skin is toxic,"

"That doesn't make sense. I don't even have a physical body—this is just a projection," she snapped. It was a fair point.

"Maybe," I said. "But everything feels real to me. And judging by how you reacted earlier… your senses are working just fine."

Slowly, I traced a path up to the smooth line of her neck. Her pulse beat hard against my fingertips, a fast rhythm that showed she wasn't as calm as she looked.

I leaned in, my breath warm on her ear as my fingers explored the sensitive spots there.

My hand then moved down to the smooth, warm skin of her armpit.

It was very soft, like touching a soft pillow. I caressed the tender flesh, and her back arched a little, a silent gasp escaping her lips as the feeling took over.

Her lips parted, and with a sharp hiss, she spat directly onto my cheek.

"You're despicable. Worse than an imbecile… you're a pig."

The warm, wet drop slid slowly down my skin. Instead of flinching or pulling away, I turned my head slightly.

"Alright. Test's over."

I smiled as the domination counter ticked higher.

"So… walk me through it. How does a dragon like you end up being shoved into a fan? Someone as proud as you doesn't exactly scream volunteer."

I shifted the topic so smoothly I almost impressed myself.

"Did you really think I'd just let you go after what you did to me?" she responded coldly, refusing to drop it.

"Hey, no need to get so aggressive. Just give me a little respect and we can both get this over with."

"You will regret this," she snarled, lunging at me.

She expected me to recoil, to give her space.

But I stepped forward at the same time she did. She misjudged the distance.

Badly.

The next thing she knew, she slammed into me—and her words never made it out, because her lips was already on mine.