Max stirred.
The light seeping in from the wooden window slats painted golden streaks across his skin. His breath caught in his throat as sharp pain stabbed at his chest and legs. He gasped, blinking several times, then sat upright.
But this body… wasn't his.
Memories—foreign, unfamiliar, yet painfully vivid—flooded his mind. A name surfaced: Jaden Viont, the only son of the once-mighty General Carlos Viont and the graceful merchant heiress, Claudia Viont. His parents… both dead. Betrayed and murdered.
Carlos had led the elite Black Knight Soldiers to a glorious victory in a faraway land called Aethia, but glory turned to tragedy. A dark rumor had spread: that Carlos had discovered a mysterious black stone capable of granting immortality. Greedy eyes turned toward him—nobles, generals, even the king himself. His most trusted subordinate, Mose Frick, colluded with the crown and struck Carlos down.
Claudia, with desperation etched into her soul, had forced the orb-sized Black Stone down Jaden's throat moments before Mose stormed their estate. Her last act of love. She'd given her son money, ordered him to flee, but Mose arrived too soon. He slaughtered everyone—servants, animals, even the family cat—leaving Jaden alive only because he believed the boy still held the legendary stone.
For years, Jaden was imprisoned, interrogated, and beaten within his own home—his former sanctuary turned into a cage. And in his final, bloodied breath…
Max Blake was reborn into another man's body.
Max—now Jaden—looked down at the chains biting into his ankles. His body was smaller, his muscles weaker, and pale bruises painted his arms. But something inside him pulsed. Then came the voice—mechanical, calm, seductive.
> [Uploading and Upgrading - Completed]
[Initializing Sweet Harem System...]
[Build: Complete. Welcome, Host.]
You have been chosen. As compensation for your past life's misfortune, you have been gifted a second chance...
[Abilities Unlocked:]
• Soft Touch – Your touch leaves a lasting hunger. Once felt, no other will satisfy them.
• Dual Cultivation: Copy Body – By sleeping with cultivator women, you absorb their power and skills. They grow stronger with you.
[New Mission Available]
Seduce your maid: Ella
Time Limit: 1 Day
Reward: Charming Eyes – A gaze that enthralls. Once used, the victim becomes deeply loyal.
Max stared at the screen. A strange blend of curiosity and disbelief rippled through him. Was this real? He looked toward the small bronze mirror across the room. As far as the chains would allow, he hobbled closer.
And he stared.
The boy in the reflection was beautiful.
His skin was pale and smooth, almost ethereal. His hair fell in long, midnight-black locks past his shoulders, the bangs framing a delicately handsome face. Eyes deep as obsidian shimmered with quiet intelligence. Lips—soft and full—gave him an androgynous charm, and his nose had the sharp elegance of noble blood.
Though his body bore the marks of torment—scars, welts, and bruises—his beauty had survived, refined by pain rather than erased by it.
A click echoed through the room.
Max turned. The heavy door creaked open, and Ella entered—his target, his first mission.
She carried a silver tray with simple food, a soft towel slung over her shoulder. She was dressed in a plain maid's uniform, but the fabric clung to the subtle curves beneath. She wasn't overly voluptuous, but her figure carried a kind of natural elegance, like a gentle curve sculpted by moonlight.
Her skin was smooth and pale, glowing softly under the dusty light. Long, honey-brown hair was tied loosely at the nape of her neck, and strands framed her delicate face. Her lips were naturally pink, her cheeks lightly flushed from the midday heat. Her lashes were long and fluttered as she glanced around, her blue-gray eyes locking onto Jaden's.
There was a fragility in her beauty—an innocence—but behind that, Max sensed something else. Curiosity. Hesitation. Perhaps even repressed desire.
"Here's your lunch," she said quietly, placing the tray beside him. Her voice was gentle but firm.
Max offered her a pained smile. "Ella… will you help me eat? I don't have the strength to lift my arms today."
She frowned. "You should be recovering."
"I wish I were."
He let his head droop, exaggerating the exhaustion. He could feel her hesitation, the way she bit her lower lip. Then, she sighed and picked up the spoon.
"Just this once."
As she brought the first spoonful to his lips, he gently touched her hand.
"Thank you," he whispered, eyes locking onto hers.
Something in her flinched—just a flicker of reaction—but it was enough. The Soft Touch had begun its work.
"Are you wearing face cream?" he asked innocently, reaching toward her cheek. She pulled back, surprised, but he showed her his fingertips—there was indeed a faint, creamy residue.
Ella's face burned with embarrassment.
"I… must've applied too much this morning."
"I can help wipe it off, if you'd like." Jaden said and Ella hesitated a little ,then gave a tiny nod. Jaden reached up slowly, cupping her cheeks. Her skin was soft, warm, and porcelain-smooth. He gently caressed the residue away, fingers lingering slightly longer than necessary. The air between them grew heavier.
She let out a quiet, barely audible sigh. Not discomfort—something else.
"Your hands are warm," she said softly, almost to herself.
"Would you like a shoulder massage in return?" he offered. "You've helped me, let me help you… just a little."
She blinked, surprised. "A massage?"
"I'll be gentle."
She chewed her lip, then turned and allowed him to sit behind her. "Just a little."
Max moved closer, and as she loosened her uniform slightly to bare her shoulders, he caught his breath.
Her skin was flawless—milky white and smooth like silk. Her collarbone dipped delicately, and her back curved gently toward her waist. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage.
She exhaled softly, almost melting into his touch.
Jaden's fingers worked carefully over Ella's bare shoulders.
At first, his touch was gentle—respectful even. But each press of his fingers sank deeper, drawing sighs from her parted lips. Her breathing changed. What began as relaxed exhalation turned to soft, shaky inhales.
She was losing herself in it and Jaden knew.
His eyes stayed fixed on the way her shoulder muscles twitched beneath his hands, how her back arched ever so slightly, how her body leaned unconsciously closer to him. The Soft Touch was in full effect now, a gentle magic that turned something innocent into something profoundly intimate.
He leaned closer, voice brushing her ear like silk.
"Your skin feels like warm velvet, Big Sister Ella."
She shivered.
"That... that's inappropriate," she murmured, her tone half-hearted. "You should eat."
But she didn't pull away.
Instead, when Jaden slowly dragged his thumbs along the soft curve of her neck and dipped his fingers toward the bare edge of her back, Ella let out a low moan—quiet and trembling, as if it had escaped her by mistake.
"I... I shouldn't be enjoying this," she whispered.
"But you are," he replied softly.
And she didn't deny it.
Jaden's fingers brushed the fabric clinging to her upper arms. He let them trail downward until the sleeves loosened slightly and began to slip. She gasped, but still—no protest.
"May I?" he asked, his breath warm against the nape of her neck.
She nodded.
Jaden gently pulled her sleeves further down, revealing the smooth expanse of her upper back and shoulders. He placed his hands directly against her bare skin now, feeling the warmth rise beneath his palms. Her breathing was shallow, rapid.
"You're trembling, Big Sister."
"It's because... your hands feel strange," she said, eyes fluttering closed. "They make my whole body ache."
Jaden's heart thudded in his chest, not from nerves—but from growing power.
The Soft Touch pulsed, glowing within him like a dormant beast finally stretching its limbs.
As his fingers slid along her skin, Ella leaned forward, resting her head on her arms, her back arched just enough that the neckline of her maid uniform slipped—revealing more of her.
From his angle, he could see the gentle swell of her breasts pressing softly against the fabric, rising and falling with every breath she took. His fingers moved along the base of her neck, then down to her shoulder blades.
Every motion, every knead, pulled another breathy moan from her lips.
Then he said, softly, "If I could ease your pain like this every day, would you let me?"
Ella turned her head to him. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glazed with emotion she didn't know how to name.
"Only if you call me Big Sister Ella," she whispered.
He chuckled gently. "Then I'll make you feel good, Big Sister Ella."
She gave a nervous giggle, a sound so innocent and sweet it made the heat between them feel even more forbidden.
Without warning, Jaden's hands slipped forward, brushing the top of her chest.
Ella gasped. "Jaden...!"
"I'm sorry—was that wrong?"
She looked at him. Her eyes were dazed, but not angry. Her mouth parted slightly, lips pink and trembling. Her chest heaved, pushing the soft curves of her breasts just barely into view.
"I didn't say stop," she whispered.
Jaden gently turned her around, and now she was facing him, her uniform pulled low enough to expose the tops of her breasts. He couldn't look away. They were round, firm, natural in a way that made his throat go dry.
Her skin glowed like porcelain kissed by sunlight. Her nipples—light pink and hardened—stood proud, like delicate rosebuds after the morning dew.
And yet her expression held a kind of raw elegance. Her beauty wasn't just in her body—it was in the way she trembled when he touched her, in how she clung to self-control even as her body betrayed her.
Jaden cupped her breast with one hand, fingers exploring the weight and warmth of it, and she let out a gasp so raw it made his pulse surge.
Then came the moan—long, needy, trembling with suppressed hunger. She tried to hide her face, tried to muffle the sound with her sleeve, but it slipped past her lips anyway, sultry and soft.
Jaden leaned forward, kissed her neck, then slowly, gently drew his lips down to her breast. He let his tongue flick over the sensitive skin, tasting her, teasing her.
Her back arched.
"Jaden—ah—!"
She covered her mouth again, but he wasn't done.
He sucked softly, then harder, drawing one nipple into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue while massaging the other breast with his hand. Her legs quivered.
Then—
> [Ding!]
[Mission Complete: Seduce Maid Ella]
[Reward Acquired: Charming Eyes]
The system's message was clear, but Jaden barely noticed. Ella's fingers dug into his shoulders, her body trembling with the pleasure only he could give.
Ella was a mess of beauty and undone modesty.
Hair tousled, lips kiss-swollen, cheeks blushed, body warm and sticky from the waves of pleasure she had just ridden. She looked up at Jaden through half-lidded eyes, breath ragged and chest rising with every sigh.
"You... You're wicked," she whispered, a tiny smile tugging at her lips.
"And yet you still want more," he murmured, brushing his fingers down her thigh.
She didn't deny it.
Instead, she slowly fixed her uniform, cheeks pink with lingering heat, and stood shakily.
"I'll take the tray... and bring fresh sheets," she said quietly. "You should rest. You're still healing."
He grinned. "From you? I'm not sure I'll ever recover."
She gave him a playful glare and walked to the door, pausing with one hand on the knob.
"And next time… don't stop halfway."
She left.
As the door clicked shut behind Ella, silence returned to the dim room—except for the loud pounding in Jaden's chest. He leaned back against the wall, grinning to himself.
> [Ding!]
[New Ability Activated: Charming Eyes]
The familiar translucent screen shimmered before his eyes.
[Charming Eyes: When activated, the target will be enchanted by your gaze. They will obey commands without hesitation. Effects are stronger on those emotionally or sexually vulnerable. Permanent if used on someone equal or lower in level.]
Jaden stared at the ability window.
"System, how do I activate this?" he asked.
> [Simple. Make direct eye contact, focus your intent, and say 'Activate Charming Eyes'. You'll know when it's working.] [But don't forget, overuse on the same person may make them suspicious. Blend desire with manipulation. Make them love you, not just serve you.]
Jaden smirked.
"Understood."
He glanced down at his status.
Name: Jaden Viont
Level: 1
HP: 150/150
INT :350
STR: 15
AGI: 17
VIT: 15
STA: 20
INT: 13
DEF: 16
Abilities:
Soft Touch
Dual Cultivation Copy Body
Charming Eyes
It wasn't just a game now. Every touch made him stronger. Every woman could give him skills, power, pleasure… and loyalty.
He clenched his fists.
"I will use this gift to take back everything. My name. My dignity. My freedom and revenge for old Jaden."
But first, he had to survive this mansion
Jaden sat quietly, his thoughts a storm of confusion and awakening lust. Memories—fragments of another life—still swirled within his mind like embers refusing to die. He blinked, shaking off the heat that lingered from his steamy encounter with Ella. And then, with sudden clarity, he remembered what the voice in his head had told him earlier.
He took a breath and closed his eyes.
"Hello? Is someone here?" he asked inwardly.
A cold, yet seductively commanding voice answered almost immediately, echoing inside his consciousness like a divine whisper.
"Ohh I'm here ,And I'm not just 'someone.' I am the Sweet Harem System—your one and only guide to domination, pleasure, and power. Call me System."
Jaden's heart skipped. The voice sent a shiver through him, not from fear but from realization. His entire life had changed. No—he had been reborn.
"A system?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "Like... in a game?"
The voice chuckled, the sound rich with amusement and an edge of temptation.
"Not quite. I am not a toy. I am a divine creation. A life-bound system forged by a goddess—her identity is beyond your rank. But she watches you now. She is entertained by you. This is your second chance, Jaden. Lust is your currency, beauty your weapon, and domination your destiny."
Jaden blinked, stunned by the weight of her words.
"So… stats?"
"You need to get strong," the System answered, now playful. "You'll need that stamina, boy. These women you'll collect… they'll demand every ounce of your strength. Every thrust, every whisper of breath—will shape your fate in this world. They want to be conquered. And you, Jaden, will become their king."
Jaden smiled wryly, a bit of pride flickering in his heart—but also a chill. The System wasn't joking. If he failed, there would be no third chance. He remembered it's words clearly: "You'll return to your crippled body. Paralyzed. Your manhood... forever silent."
The thought made his blood run cold. No. He wouldn't go back. He couldn't.
"I'll indulge," he finally said, voice resolute. "But I'm still locked in this hellhole. Can you help me get out? Or at least give me intel?"
"I can't break your chains, boy. But I can give you insight—knowledge is power."
With a soft chime, a glowing screen opened before his eyes.
[Target Profile: Mose Frick]
Age: 47
Race: Human
Occupation: General of the Imperial Soldiers
Status: Living
Traits: Ruthless, strategic, power-hungry, obsessed with the myth of immortality.
Summary:
Betrayed your father, General Carlos Viont, for the Immortal Stone.
Orchestrated the massacre of your family.
Keeps you prisoner under the guise of 'mercy'.
Loyal to King John, obsessed with promotion.
Spoils his children but rules his house like a tyrant.
Keeps his wife under total domination.
[Target Profile: Lolita Frick]
Age: 40
Race: Human
Status: Married to Mose Frick
Appearance: A stunning woman with fading elegance; still striking with high cheekbones, dark amber eyes, and a curvaceous figure wrapped in layers of modest silk.
Personality:
Emotionally repressed, submissive to her husband.
Intelligent and introspective but silenced by fear.
Longs for affection but buried her desires for the sake of image.
Hated by her spoiled children.
Secretly lonely and starved of touch.
Insights:
Lolita is vulnerable. With the right touch and words, she may open up.
[Children of Mose and Lolita]
>Lowie Frick (Male, 20)
Arrogant, entitled, womanizer.
Abuses maids.
Egocentric with zero regard for others.
Seeks glory like his father but lacks discipline.
>Lisa Frick (Female, 18)
Vain, disrespectful, and emotionally detached.
Worships her father, despises her mother.
Views everyone as beneath her.
Rumors say she has a secret desire to tame powerful men.
Jaden scanned the information and frowned.
"That's all?"
"What did you expect, a royal scroll? Your level is pitiful. You want more, earn it. Train, cultivate, break your limits. Four days from now, Mose will beat you again. And this time, it'll kill you—permanently." The System's voice had become cold again. "Level up, or rot."
Jaden exhaled deeply, digesting the message.
"Fine. How do I grow stronger?"
"Start small. Move your body, absorb mana. Just breathe. Feel the air flow inside. Pull it to your core—it's empty now, but it will grow. Once your core forms, you'll ascend past Morta and have sex.."
"Sounds simple enough," Jaden muttered.
"It's not. But you'll learn."
Jaden's eyes sparkled with resolve. "I'll do it. I'll get stronger. I'll destroy Mose, and anyone who sides with him. He took everything from me. I'll build something better. And I'll use his home—his women—as the foundation of my empire."
"That's the spirit, Host," the System purred, clearly pleased. "Now go. The harem won't build itself. And remember…"
"Yeah?"
"Your touch is more powerful than any sword. So use it. Dominate them—not just their bodies, but their minds. Their hearts. Make them yours."
With that, the System faded from his consciousness, leaving Jaden alone in the quiet room once again.
He slowly leaned back, letting his body rest against the wall. His muscles still ached, but he could feel something new—energy. A current flowing through his limbs. It was faint, but it was there.
He closed his eyes and began to breathe slowly, focusing on the air, drawing it inward. Visualizing his power. Summoning it.
The revenge of the Viont bloodline had just begun.
And his next goal?
To make Ella his completely—body, soul, and heart.
But after her… perhaps Lolita Frick would be next.
After all, what better way to start vengeance… than with the wife of the man who destroyed him?
______
Later that evening, as promised, Ella returned. She brought not only roasted meat and fruit wine, but also a clean pair of sheets and a change of clothing.
She walked in with an unusual glow. Her steps were lighter, her gaze softer. Guilt had melted into something new—something more dangerous, infatuation.
"Big Sister Ella," Jaden said with a small smile. "You kept your promise."
"I said I would," she whispered. "Do you… still need me to feed you?"
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked into her eyes. Deeply. Unblinking.
"Activate Charming Eyes." he said with low voice only he can hear.
His pupils glowed faintly—only visible to Ella. She blinked, confused for a moment, then her expression softened even more.
"I… I'll do anything you ask," she murmured.
"Take off your apron. Sit beside me. I want to lie on your lap."
She obeyed without hesitation. With a calm grace, she removed the cloth tied around her waist, sat beside him on the bed, and let him rest his head on her soft thighs.
He looked up at her, marveling at the sight. Her dark eyes now shimmered with warmth, lips slightly parted as if waiting for a kiss.
"Big Sister Ella…" he whispered, "do you trust me?"
"I do."
"Would you lie to protect me?"
"I would."
His smile widened. The eyes weren't just charming. They were binding. Then he heard a notification in his head.
> [Ding!]
[New Notification: 3 Days Left Until Next Beating]
Jaden's smile faded.
"System… is that countdown real?"
> [Absolutely. In three days, Mose Frick will grow impatient and demand your confession. He'll either beat you into unconsciousness or death.]
"Can't you stop it?" he asked.
> [No. This world is real. If you want to survive, escape—or build a power too great to cage.]
Jaden stared at the tray of food. He couldn't waste time. Every day counted. Every woman was a key. Every ability earned would keep him alive.
"Then I need to level up. Fast."
> [You have two options:]
[1. Seduce more women inside the estate.]
[2. Find a way to break the chains and escape.]
[New side mission loading…]
> [Ding! Side Mission Available!]
[Name: A Lady in Silk]
[Target: Lolita Frick]
[Mission: Seduce the General's Wife]
[Reward: Hidden Cultivation Scroll + Intelligence +1]
[Time Limit: 2 Days]
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Jaden blinked.
Lolita Frick?
The elegant, lonely wife of the man who murdered his mother?
Seducing her would be dangerous… but she was also his enemy's greatest weakness.
"System," he said, eyes hardening, "I'll take the mission."
> [Confirmed. Mission Accepted. Prepare yourself.]