Yandere Levelling in Her World

With the sudden of euphoria of some kind of electricty running through his body, a crisp sound echoed in his mind— ding!

[System Notification]

Congratulations, Host!

You have leveled up.

Name: Ren Arakawa

Level: [4]

Blessing: Yandere Believer

Sex: Male

[Attributes]

STR (Strength): 2

AGI (Agility): 2

VIT (Vitality): 3

INT (Intelligence): 4

CHAR (Charm): 10

[Available Attribute Points: 3]

[Skills]

Heartsteal – [Level 1]

[Affection Tracker]

??? – 100%+ (MAXED OUT — RUN.)

Lan Meiling – 60% (Congratulations, you've entered the dangerous zone.)

Tachibana Kyouka – 50% (Deep connection)

Tachibana Hiyori – 30% (Growing attachment)

Tachibana Misa – 27% (Safe… probably.)

Annaliese – 5% (Somebody you know.)

Ren's vision blurred from the overwhelming pleasure—he was seconds away from losing it inside Meiling and ejaculating prematurely. Panic struck him; if he came too early, he'd never forgive himself, after all who would want to cum inside a beauty like Meiling in few seconds and be done with.

Ren wanted to savour the every nook and cranny of Meiling's royal pussy.

No… not yet. I need more… stamina!

Clenching his jaw, he forcefully allocated all three points to Vitality.

[Attribute Update]

STR (Strength): 2

AGI (Agility): 2

VIT (Vitality): 6

INT (Intelligence): 4

CHAR (Charm): 10

The moment the points settled, his entire body surged with newfound vigor. His lungs felt clearer, his pulse steadier, his muscles filled with endless energy. The heat in his penis dulled just enough to hold back the dam.

Meiling shivered when she felt his cock twitch inside her, thicker and hotter than before, as if he had suddenly transformed mid-act. "Ren…? You feel… different—ahh~!"

Ren's grin widened. "I'm not done yet, Meiling. Not even close."

But that wasn't the end of surprises for Ren.

Another ding rang in his head.

[System Notification]

Congratulations, Host!

You have successfully acquired Lan Meiling's Skill – [Imperial Qi].

[Skill Added]

Imperial Qi [Level 1]– A noble, domineering golden aura inherited from Lan family bloodline. Greatly enhances physical presence and recovery during intimacy or battle.

Ren's eyes widened at the words flashing before him. Her skill… I actually got it. Imperial Qi…

The words had barely faded when suddenly the world around him shattered like glass.

The room, Meiling, even the heat of her body vanished. Instead, Ren stood barefoot in a vast golden void. Swirling patterns of qi stretched infinitely in every direction, threads of light twisting like constellations.

One by one, towering figures emerged before him—women dressed in imperial robes, their faces sharp, their gazes regal. Each radiated overwhelming dignity, the kind of presence that demanded reverence. Their very posture carried the weight of rulers who had once bent nations to their will.

Ren felt his breath hitch. These are… the Lan ancestors?

A woman in crimson silk stepped forward, her voice echoing like a temple bell. "So you are the outsider who dares to claim our Qi."

Another, an old woman with a long white hair and piercing golden eyes, folded her hands behind her back. "The blood of the Lan runs not through your veins, yet… fate has chosen you to bear our imperial spirit."

Their combined gazes pressed down on him like a mountain. His knees nearly buckled, but something inside refused to bow. No… I won't kneel. I'll stand. For my freedom.

The ancestors' eyes glimmered, testing him further. In a flash, they surged forward, their qi crashing into him like tidal waves. Ren felt fire scorch his lungs, lightning stab into his veins, ice claw at his heart. Every breath was agony, every heartbeat like thunder.

And yet—he endured.

Through the pain, he saw their memories: battles where Lan warriors crushed armies with nothing but their presence, moments where emperors silenced courts with a single glance, nights where lovers trembled beneath their aura. All of it, all their pride, all their burden, condensed into the skill he had just stolen.

Finally, the storm of qi receded. The crimson-clad woman gave him the faintest smile. "You are unworthy… and yet, you may yet prove worthy, outsider."

The old woman raised a hand. A golden flame flickered, then surged into Ren's chest.

"Carry our Imperial Qi well, outsider. Make us believe power chose correctly."

The void cracked. The figures dissolved into starlight.

Ren's vision snapped back.

The scent of Meiling's sweat, the heat of her body, the softness of her skin—all of it rushed into him at once. But now, golden threads of qi flickered faintly along his skin like tattoos of light, pulsing with the power of the Lan bloodline.

Meiling froze, eyes widening as she felt it—an aura so regal, so overwhelming, that it nearly made her instinctively cum because of how strong it was. Her pupils trembled, her breath quickened. "Ren… what… what is this…?"

Ren smiled, his golden aura shimmering faintly before fading back into his body. "I don't know. I saw some women dressed in regal clothes..." He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "Looks like they want me to prove myself."

Of course, Ren wasn't stupid enough to tell Meiling the truth. He knew that the moment he told her how he copied her skill, she would be disappointed in him and realize he had just been using her for his own benefit. But neither Ren nor Meiling had the patience or time to think about it any further.

The Imperial Qi coursed through both of them, making every touch sharper, every thrust heavier, every word more intoxicating.

He kissed her again, fierce and unyielding. "Now, Meiling… let's continue."

Smiling happily, Ren increased the speed of his hips and inhaled deeply, wholeheartedly enjoying the sound of wet slaps and the smell of sex permeating the air. He hugged Meiling tightly as a support, while Meiling herself was pushing her ass against Ren's pelvis trying to be more rough, as if she wanted his dick to penetrate her whole body.

"Mmnh~"

"Move harder, Meiling! You're so good! Your pussy is holding me so tight! Do you love me?"

Patting against Meiling's womb with each thrust, Ren was delighted to see the marks he had already left all over her body. He wondered how long it would take before he finally made her cum. After all, ever since he had increased his vitality, he had been inside her, moving like a beast for a solid ten minutes.

Every time Ren started to feel exhausted and slowed down, Meiling took over, slamming her hips back with such force that she could have crushed him if he were just a normal man in this world. In that moment, Ren understood why most men here would simply lie down and let women take control—positions like this would easily break them.

But Ren wasn't like most men. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Meiling's waist and pulled her down with all his strength, matching her wild pace. Their bodies collided again and again, the sound echoing through the room like thunder.

"Fuck...I am close," Ren growled into her ear, biting her shoulder.

Meiling gasped, her nails raking down his neck as she held it without even looking at him. Her legs trembled, her voice breaking into a desperate moan. "Ren… you're… you're going to make me—!"

Her walls clenched around him, tighter than ever, and Ren could feel the telltale shiver running through her body. He smiled wickedly, driving himself even deeper.

"Yesss… Yesss… I'm making this woman cum," Ren thought to himself as he drove in one final, powerful thrust. His teeth sank into Meiling's neck, marking her, as both of them came violently like there was no tomorrow.

Meiling cried out, her body shuddering violently as a torrent of love juices spilled from her, flooding the floor like a broken faucet. Ren's seed filled her, only to spill out and mix messily with the fluids dripping down her thighs.

Amidst the heat and wetness, a faint streak of red appeared—evidence of Meiling's virginity breaking. For Ren, it was a significant moment, but to Meiling, her own virginity wasn't what mattered most.

What she truly valued was Ren's virginity. In this world, the most common way women determined if a man was still a virgin was whether his foreskin had ever been fully pulled back. Fortunately for Meiling, even though Kyouka had once played with Ren, his foreskin had never been completely drawn back—until now.

So Ren, too, had lost something that day. Two virgins, bound together, transformed into something entirely different in the fire of that union.

Panting heavily, Ren collapsed backward, his body trembling with exhaustion. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, sweat pouring down his temples. But before he could even gather his strength, Meiling's flushed face turned toward him, her eyes burning with wild, insatiable hunger.

Without a word, she pushed him down flat on the table with her monstrous strength and mounted him again, her slick body pressing against his. Even though Ren's dick was already limp from release, Meiling forced his limp cock inside her with a desperate, greedy motion. He groaned, his body instinctively reacting despite the soreness.

"Meiling… wait, I can't—"

But she silenced him with a kiss, moving her hips in slow, demanding him to get hard, determined to claim him again.

Just then—

Clatter.

A faint noise echoed from the direction of the classroom door. Both of them froze instantly, eyes wide. Their sweaty, smeared bodies trembled with tension, the haze of lust shattered by fear of seeing by others.

In a panic, they scrambled to gather their clothes, hurriedly dressing despite the stickiness of sweat and the mixture of fluids still clinging to their skin. Their breathing was ragged as they approached the door. Ren slowly pushed it open, just enough to peek outside.

The hallway was empty.

But then his eyes fell downward—on the floor outside the door. A few drops of blood trailed faintly across the tiles.

Ren's brows furrowed, confusion clouding his mind. This blood… it's not ours. Then whose is it?