Vault 17. One male. One mission. One awakening.
The sound of metal echoed.
A single droplet of sweat slid down his chest as the clamps locked around his wrists. Cold steel. Same as every day. Rivan Cross didn't flinch. He just stared at the ceiling above — blank, silver, sterile. No sky, no sun. Just a panel of artificial light that pulsed like a dying heart.
For eighteen years, this was all he knew.
Vault 17 — a government-controlled breeding facility where males weren't humans. They were property. Tools. Sperm donors.
The rest of the world believed men had gone extinct.
They were half-right.
The disease called Seedfire Plague had wiped out 99.9% of the male population five centuries ago. The only survivors were genetically manufactured and kept under lock and cum.
Literally.
Rivan was one of them.
No. Not one of them.
The last of them.
And unlike the others… he was awake.
Not just physically. But mentally. Emotionally. Fully aware.
He remembered everything.
The artificial womb. The growth chambers. The constant injections and body scans.
And worst of all — the first time they strapped him to the extraction chair at age twelve.
The videos. The stimulation. The cold mechanical release.
Twice a day.
Every day.
And they dared to call it "maintenance."
Fuck that.
He wasn't a cow.
He wasn't a tool.
He was something else entirely — and he could feel it in his blood.
In his cock.
In the way the female doctors avoided eye contact when his organ pulsed against its restraints. The way their thighs pressed together when he walked past — naked, powerful, caged.
They were afraid.
Not of him.
But of what he'd do if the cage ever opened.
And tonight?
It would.
[System Booting…]
[Subject R-001: Rivan Cross]
[LustCore: Online]
The voice was smooth. Mechanical. Cold.
But it was the first time he'd heard anything inside his own head.
> [Trigger Event Detected: Emotional Surge. Host has achieved Awakening.]
[System Integration: 18%... 39%... 67%... COMPLETE.]
Rivan's breath caught. His eyes opened wide.
The world looked the same.
But he didn't.
The air around him felt thicker. Denser. Electrified.
His skin tingled like static. His cock hardened almost instantly — and not from stimulation.
From power.
From purpose.
From a pressure in his lower gut, rising up like lava waiting to erupt.
And then the lights cut out.
Screams followed.
Distant. Female. Panicked.
The whole facility powered down.
Perfect.
The doors unlatched with a hiss.
Security systems failed across Vault 17.
Emergency override codes scrambled. Surveillance blinked into static.
The universe had gifted him a single, irreversible chance.
He didn't waste it.
He broke the cuffs like paper.
He stepped forward — blood rushing, senses flaring.
Every footfall felt primal. Every breath burned with fire.
One female guard rounded the corner, hand on her blaster.
"Stop—!"
She never finished the sentence.
Rivan grabbed her by the throat — pushed her against the wall.
Her eyes widened, not with fear… but lust.
Her breath hitched. Her pupils dilated.
Her body responded before her brain could.
Nipples hardened under her uniform. Her hips jerked involuntarily.
A low moan escaped her lips, completely beyond her control.
He hadn't even touched her properly.
Yet she came.
Just like that.
She collapsed. Dazed. Dripping.
Rivan stared at his hand.
His pulse.
The aura wrapping around him like steam.
This wasn't normal.
This was… divine.
He walked the dark corridors like a god on judgment day.
One by one, the systems fell. One by one, the staff submitted.
No bullets. No fights.
Just lust.
Pure. Raw. Unfiltered.
By the time he reached the outer gate, three more women had tried to stop him.
None of them could walk properly after.
He left them moaning on the floor, their minds scrambled by a single taste of what he carried.
Outside the Vault was silence.
The real world.
No silver walls. No cold labs. No artificial light.
Just tall grass brushing his calves, and twin moons glowing overhead.
The air was thick. Humid. Alive.
And so was he.
He looked down at his hands.
Then at his cock — still heavy. Still hard. Still throbbing with power.
A storm swirled inside him. Hunger. Heat. Something far deeper than just sexual need.
Then the voice returned.
> [Welcome, Rivan Cross.]
[LustCore Activated.]
[Primary Power Source: Female Orgasm Energy]
[Skill Tree Unlocked: Aphrodisiac Aura, Orgasm Drain, Stamina Surge]
[Objective: Dominate. Breed. Evolve.]
He exhaled.
Smiled.
Looked up at the stars.
> "Time to fuck my way to the top."
But then… something moved.
A shadow in the grass. Fast. Silent.
Rivan froze.
His instincts — heightened by the system — flared.
A flicker of silver. A whisper of fabric. A glint of a blade.
He turned.
Too late.
The blade kissed his neck — not enough to kill… but enough to warn.
A woman stood behind him.
Tall. Hooded. Curves outlined in moonlight. Her eyes glowing violet.
She wasn't panicked. Or aroused.
She was calm.
Controlled. Deadly.
"You're not supposed to be out," she said coldly. "And certainly not… this powerful."
Rivan tensed. The system pulsed in his head.
> [New Threat Detected: Unknown Assassin-Class Female]
[Analysis Incomplete. Warning: Energy signature unstable.]
She stepped closer.
"I've been waiting for you," she whispered. "They'll all want you. But I'm the one who'll break you first."
Rivan's smile didn't fade.
He tilted his head.
"Try me."
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To Be Continued…
Next Chapter: The Village of Thirst – and the Assassin Who Hunts Lust
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