Reincarnated With The Degenerate System

She tried to pull back, a gasp of protest caught in her throat, but my hands were already at her waist.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips, tasting her. She was like the first cool breeze of autumn, a taste so clean and wild it made my head spin.

When I finally let her go, her knees gave out and she sank to the dark floor, chest heaving as she gasped for air.

I looked down at her, a slow smile spreading across my face.

"Well now," I chuckled, my voice a low rumble. "There's some color in your cheeks after all."

A beautiful, deep pink had bloomed across her face, a stark contrast to the pale defiance she wore just moments before.

"You're disgusting," she snapped, teeth clenched in anger.

I blinked at her like I was genuinely confused.

"Disgusting? You're the one who kissed me," I spread my hands. "I just didn't dodge. Didn't want it to look like I was rejecting you."

She stared at me like she might explode.

"I wasn't trying to—!"

"Relax." I waved her off. "Accidents happen."

Her face flushed even deeper, red spreading like wildfire across her cheeks.

I met her glare. "You leave me no choice. So let's settle this properly through a fair competition."

She frowned. "Compete? In what?"

I smiled like I'd been waiting for her to ask. "Simple. We test how strong your willpower really is."

Her eyes narrowed. "Explain."

I began to circle her slowly, hands behind my back like a bored instructor.

"You see, we humans are into this pleasure stuff. And if you manage to not succumb to it after I try my best, then I'll set you free. I'll also give you a chance to have a physical body."

The last part was a lie. But she didn't need to know that.

She didn't answer right away.

But I could see it— the idea of freedom pulling at her harder than any chain ever had.

"Are you really going to release me if I win?"

"Cross my heart."

"And if you win?" she looked at me suspiciously.

"Submit to me, and give me the respect I deserve. Do that long enough, and I'll give you a physical body. Everyone wins."

Seconds stretched on as she weighed her options.

Finally… she broke..

"I agree," she added, teeth clenched, pride still simmering beneath the words.

I tapped my chin and smiled.

"So, just to be clear, you're giving me your consent to do anything with your body?" I paused. "In the name of this little competition, of course."

She nodded, not even bothering to clarify anything. What an easy prey.

Without wasting any time, I hooked my arms under her knees and yanked her legs apart, dragging her hips to the edge of the place where I knelt. The motion was rough, absolute, leaving her utterly exposed.

"What are you—!" The question died in a strangled gasp as I lowered my head.

My tongue licked her pristine openings, and it tasted different too—like licking a flavorless marshmallow, yet the scent felt like the morning breeze.

She bucked against my face, a desperate, mindless writhe, but my grip was an iron shackle around her thighs. There was no escape.

"Stop!" she sobbed, the word a broken plea.

Oh, how naïve of her to think she could win against me. Clearly, she didn't expect this when I said pleasure. It was all due to her inexperience and ignorance.

However, it was too late now. I would make her submit to me the way I knew best—through her carnal desire, which she hadn't figured out yet.

"I said stop! I feel weird!" she cried out.

I ignored her, my focus singular. I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it hard into my mouth.

Her entire body went rigid, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. I held her there, at the peak of sensation, my mouth working her relentlessly, showing her that her pleasure was no longer hers to command.

It was mine to give, and mine to take away.

Her hands clawed at the dark floor, her head thrashing from side to side.

"No, no, no..." she chanted, a useless mantra against the overwhelming pleasure I was forcing upon her.

I smiled against her flesh.

"You can't fight it," I growled, the vibration of my voice making her squirm more. "You already lost the moment you agreed to my rules without knowing what they were."

"I know it—you're just an innocent consciousness trapped in a shell, with no real experience. No wonder you were so easy to trick."

The urge to fight was still there, a flicker of defiance in the back of her mind, but it was smothered by the overwhelming sensations.

My tongue and fingers moved together perfectly, sending waves of pleasure through her that were too strong to fight.

Her back lifted off the floor as her body gave in without her permission. She couldn't even think about talking back anymore.

She couldn't think straight at all. She was totally lost in a confusing pleasure she didn't want, her mind wiped blank by the non-stop attack on her inside.

I kept going until finally she gave in to all the pleasure. Her body jerked and her juices flowed into my mouth. This might all just be a simulation the system helped create, but in terms of feeling, everything was very real.

Standing up, I watched her struggle for air.

"You lost. So are you going to submit to me now?"

She opened her eyes and bit her lip. "Y… yes."

[Domination Complete]

Her body glowed, and white feather like clothing began to materialize over her.

At the same time, the ground itself bloomed into existence inside the void, and before I knew it, we were standing on a floating island in a sea of darkness.

So this is like her own territory… cool.

'System, can I visit her anytime I want?'