Kai Winters was never an ordinary child.
Morning light spilled gently through the white curtains of a quiet wooden cottage, tucked between rolling hills and green rice fields. It touched the face of a newborn with emerald eyes—deep and calm like glacier lakes—and soft blue hair that shimmered faintly in the sun.
Even the midwife froze, unsure whether to smile or question nature itself. Kai's father, tall and broad with a jaw like carved stone, stared in shock. Then he turned to his wife and whispered:
"...He's really ours?"
A DNA test confirmed it. The doctors called it a rare genetic mutation. But his parents didn't care. From the moment he cooed in his crib, he became their world.
His mother, a gentle Vietnamese woman with warm, curious eyes, couldn't stop kissing his round cheeks. His father—once a police officer in the icy corners of Alaska—started using his leave just to watch Kai wander barefoot through the grass.
Their village was simple and peaceful. Blue-roofed wooden homes stood in neat rows. Goats grazed freely. Dirt paths twisted between vegetable gardens. Birds sang at dawn. Neighbors waved from porches.
There were no phones buzzing, no malls or screens—just clean air, quiet nights, and stories told under oil lamps. His mother taught him everything by hand: letters drawn in dirt, geography shaped in clouds, and values woven into fairy tales.
Kai loved stories of heroes—those who protected the weak and punished the wicked.
By age three, he spoke fluently, named all the continents, and surprised adults with thoughtful answers. The village adored him. Girls peeked at him from behind trees. Some families jokingly offered marriage proposals, which his mother always brushed off with a smile.
"Let him choose," she'd say proudly.
But things changed.
At twelve, the family moved to Kentucky. Fields turned into suburbs. Skies were lost behind towers of glass and steel. For the first time, Kai saw a world where kindness was mocked—and beauty, his strange gift, made him a target.
People stared.
Boys scowled.
Girls followed.
Teachers smiled too much. Some brushed his shoulders for no reason. Girls left notes in his locker filled with dreams and confessions.
But he ignored them all.
Because when he was five, on a quiet night with no stars, as crickets chirped outside his window, something strange happened.
A glowing screen appeared—hovering in midair, like magic.
> [System Notice: Maintain virginity until 18 to unlock Awakening.]
Then it vanished.
But the message stayed with him like a burn.
From that night on, he avoided every hand, every whisper, every promise. The stories he loved had trained him for this. He believed something greater was coming.
And now, it had.
---
Morning. His 18th birthday.
The sun rose slowly, casting soft gold across Kai's room. Dust floated in the air. The ceiling fan hummed quietly. His eyelashes caught the light as he stirred. His long, silky blue hair slid across the pillow.
He opened his eyes.
That same glowing blue shone in the morning light.
He sat up, stretching. His back cracked gently. His body was toned, his breath steady.
Then—
> [Congratulations! You have finally Awakened your system.] [Say "System" to access the system panel.]
Kai blinked.
His lips parted. "...System," he said quietly.
A glowing screen flashed to life in front of him, floating and humming softly.
> [Host: Kai Winters]
[Level: 0 (0/100)]
[Super Power: Succubus Charm]
[Strength: 0]
[Agility: 0]
[Stamina: 0]
[Intelligence: 0]
Level increases after intimacy or sex.
Each level grants 5 Stat Points.
Strength = Base 80 kg lift
Agility = 20 km/h run speed
Stamina = 1 min at full output
Intelligence = 90 IQ
+10 kg Strength, +2 km/h speed per stat point.
Special effects unlock at 10+ points.
Kai stared.
His jaw clenched.
"...Succubus Charm? Seriously?"
His brows furrowed. This wasn't what he'd imagined. He had dreamed of flying, fire, mind powers—something heroic.
Instead, he got... seduction.
He sighed.
Then glanced at the clock—and swore under his breath.
"Shit. I'm late."
---
A few minutes later.
The front door swung open. Kai stepped out in a black jacket, jeans fitting his long legs, and his blue hair tied loosely behind. He ran a hand through it and slid onto his sleek black motorcycle. The engine roared to life.
As he rode into the rising sun, his silhouette glowed like something out of a dream.
---
College Campus – Late Morning
As Kai parked, people turned.
A girl dropped her water bottle. Whispers filled the air. Eyes followed him.
He took off his helmet. His hair flowed out, glowing in the light. His eyes scanned the area—calm, unreadable.
"Hey Kai!" someone shouted. "Big party tonight! Maria invited you herself!"
It was Bobby—his best friend. Shorter than Kai, wild brown hair, and a constant grin.
Kai raised a brow. "So... were you invited?"
Bobby laughed nervously. "Not really. But if I'm with you, I'll get in."
Kai smirked. "Of course."
They walked toward the stairs. The crowd split as they passed. Then—
A group of five girls stepped into their path like they'd practiced it.
At the center: Joanna. Sharp eyes. Red lips. Confident.
She stepped close, trailing her finger up Kai's chest, slipping a shiny card into his shirt collar.
"You're coming tonight," she whispered. "Or your pretty bike might have an accident."
She winked and walked off, her friends laughing behind her.
Bobby stared. "You get threatened with flirting. I get threatened with bats."
Kai didn't reply.
He was staring at the invitation.
Thinking.
---
Evening.
The city lights blurred as Kai and Bobby sped toward the party. Music thumped ahead. A big house glowed with fairy lights. Laughter and bass poured into the street.
Inside, the place pulsed with energy. Drinks flowed. Girls danced. Bodies moved to the beat.
"Stay close," Bobby whispered. "Last time, someone tried drugging your drink."
Kai nodded, scanning the room with cold focus.
Girls brushed past him. Perfume trailed in the air. Hands reached. Words teased. But he ignored them.
His eyes landed on the back corner—a velvet lounge, half in light, half in shadow.
Three girls sat there.
Maria. Anna. Bella.
Beautiful. Watching him like hunters.
He walked toward them, slow and steady. Every step measured.
Maria leaned forward, smiling wide.
"You really came," she purred.
Kai sat across from her, eyes sharp.
"Where's Bobby?" he asked.
He didn't turn.
Didn't need to.
Something was wrong.
The music kept playing. The crowd kept dancing.
But the game had already begun.