Ten years ago, Kuina was seventeen.

She wasn't a goddess, not yet. Just a skinny girl with fire in her eyes and scars under her sleeves. She walked the school halls like a ghost, eyes low, voice gone. Every step was a prayer to disappear.

Until James found her.

James, six feet two, all muscles and ego, football star, daddy's money and a devil's grin. He slammed her locker shut one morning just because she didn't say hi. That day, he called her a freak. The next day, a joke. The third, he slapped her tray of food out of her hands, watched it splatter across the floor, and laughed.

The others laughed too.

That's when Kuina stopped believing in mercy.

But it wasn't school that broke her. Not James. Not the bruises. Not even the humiliation.

It was Toby.

Her father.

A drunk. A liar. A monster with a belt in one hand and a bottle in the other.

He hit her. He hit her mom.

Then one night, after too much vodka and too little self-control, he grabbed a kitchen knife. Screaming. Shoving. Her mother is begging.

And then, silence.

She watched her mom bleed out on the floor, twitching. Toby didn't even look sorry. He just said, "You made me do this," and walked out the door.

Kuina never saw him again.

But she never forgot his face.

She ran away that night, barefoot, broken, and burning with something deeper than hate.

Now.

Kuina is twenty-seven.

Her body? Sculpted steel. Her abs could crush skulls. Her arms, veins like rope.

She lives alone. Doesn't talk. Doesn't smile.

She trains. Morning to night. Gym. Martial arts. Knife drills. Push-ups till her knuckles bleed.

She doesn't do love.

She does rage. And survival.

Until today.

Because today, she comes home and finds a bottle.

Sitting on her kitchen table.

Black glass. Twisting vapor inside. And a note tied to it:

"Drink me if you're done being a victim."

She stares at it. Doesn't blink. Her hand hovers over the bottle… but she doesn't grab it. Not yet.

"What is this?" she mutters.

"Finally."

The voice isn't hers.

It comes from behind her. Smooth. Velvet. Dripping with wicked sweetness.

She spins around, ready to fight—and stops.

The girl standing there isn't human.

She's too perfect. Too... unholy.

Black bob-cut hair, flawless skin, lips painted the color of blood and sin. Gothic corset. Knee-high boots. And behind her, wings. Black, leathery, twitching like they're bored.

She smirks.

"Hi, Kuina. I'm Kylie. I'm your invitation to a better world."

Kuina doesn't answer.

Kylie steps forward, slowly.

"You drink that, you enter a new world. One where women rule, men crawl, and magic is real."

Kuina narrows her eyes. "Why me?"

"Because you're angry. Strong. And they broke you. Now it's time to rise."

Kuina looks down at the bottle again, still hesitant.

Kylie tilts her head.

"Don't tell me you're scared now. After all those years of training? All that pain and blood for what, to stay stuck?"

"I'm not scared."

Kylie smiles coldly. "Then prove it. Or stay here like someone who lets her past define her."

She gestures to the bottle.

"You'll start at level 1. Every man you defeat will raise your level. Every woman you connect with will grant you more power."

Kuina's jaw tightens. Her fingers curl around the bottle.

Kylie adds with a playful wink, "Magic never lies, babe. Now shut up and drink."

She does. No more hesitation.

The world tilts.

Colors stretch. Skin burns. Her clothes vanish. She floats in light, naked, weightless. Then, she drops.

SLAM.

She lands, barefoot, in a field of red grass under a violet sky.

A sword plunges into the earth in front of her. Long. Sleek. Pink as a weaponized fever dream.

Her new weapon.

She grips it.

DING.

Level 1. Welcome, Kuina. Mission uploaded.

Task: Eliminate 3 Male Criminals. Estimated victims: 60 women. Reward: +1 level per target.

Three men step out from the trees. Big. Armed. One of them grins, spitting on the ground.

"Look at this girl. What, they send dolls instead of soldiers now?"

Kuina doesn't respond. Her grip tightens on the blade.

The first guy lunges. She dodges, barely. He's fast. Strong. She slides under his swing and punches him in the gut—nothing.

He punches back. Hard. Her jaw cracks sideways. She stumbles.

"You're finished!" he yells.

She blinks away the blood. Breathes.

Remembers James. Toby.

Then she grins.

She ducks low, slams her heel into his knee. Crack. He screams. She spins, kicks his face—he goes down.

She grabs his knife and drives it into his chest.

DING. +1 Level. Current: Level 2.

The second guy runs at her—he's yelling, but his eyes are wide.

Fear. Not rage.

She knees him in the ribs, then elbows the back of his neck. Down. She silences him.

The last one begs.

She doesn't let him finish.

DING. +2 Levels. Current: Level 3.

She exhales. Covered in blood. Bruised. But standing.

Kylie reappears, clapping.

"Not bad, warrior girl."

Kuina cracks her neck. "Next."

Kylie purrs, "Want a real challenge?"

New Mission Uploaded:

Eliminate 90 Males in hostile territory. Solo. Reward: +1 Level per target.

Kuina grins.

"Bring it."

To be continued

The violet sky roared.

Kuina stood at the edge of a ruined canyon, shirtless, barefoot, her body dripping with blood, sweat, and battle. Her sword, glowing pink, pulsed with each breath like it too was alive. The red grass beneath her feet was stained black.

DING. Mission: Eliminate 90 Males. Reward: +1 Level per target. The objective must be completed alone.

She didn't flinch.

They came.

First in tens. Then in dozens. A wave of male soldiers, armed with axes, blasters, and blades. Screaming. Laughing and foaming at the mouth.

Kuina leapt into them like a thunderstorm. Her blade sliced through the first row, heads, arms, chests, spraying red. But they kept coming. Ten became twenty. Thirty. Fifty.

She growled, spinning, backflipping, ducking under blades, breaking bones with fists, snapping necks with her thighs. Blood sprayed her face. A knife slashed her rib. A hammer broke her shoulder. She screamed in pain, spat a tooth, and charged again.

"FREAK!" one man shouted.

"WHORE!" another roared.

She kicked his jaw off.

But the tide was growing heavy. Her limbs burned. Her breath was ragged.

"I… won't… stop…" she panted.

And then, the sword shimmered.

FWOOM!

A wave of pink energy exploded from the blade, blasting the last 20 men into ash and dust. Kuina dropped to her knees, panting, her body shaking.

DING. +90 Levels. Current: Level 93.

She collapsed onto her back, eyes wide at the violet sky.

Then,

DING. New Mission: Share a deep connection with your summoner. Reward: +50 levels. Intensity required.

Kuina blinked. "What the fu—?"

A sparkle in the air.

Kylie appeared, slow, smooth, licking her lips. "You did well, baby girl. Now… time to collect your real reward."

Kuina opened her mouth, but her armor vanished. Gone.

She was naked.

"What the hell?!" she yelled, arms crossing instinctively.

Kylie stepped forward, a sultry smile on her lips. Her corset slid off with a flick of magic. Her boots melted away. Her black lips curled into something wild.

"I didn't make the rules," Kylie whispered. "The system did."

"You're messing with me."

Kylie raised a brow. "No. But refuse, and you die."

Kuina's heart pounded. Her face flushed.

"I… I've never…"

"Then let me teach you."

Kylie walked toward her, every step slow and hypnotic. She cupped Kuina's face. Their eyes locked.

"I'm not here to hurt you," she whispered. "I'm here to wake you up."

Kuina's breathing trembled.

Kylie kissed her. Soft. Gentle. Their lips met like velvet silk, slow and aching. Kuina's eyes fluttered. Her body stiffened — then melted.

The kiss deepened. Tongues danced. Fingers explored. Bodies pressed.

Kuina whispered, "I feel… strong."

"You are," Kylie moaned.

Kylie's lips moved down Kuina's neck. Kisses trailed along her collarbone. She licked one breast, gently, teasing, circling her tongue.

Kuina gasped. Her hands dug into Kylie's back.

"I've never… felt like this."

"You were meant to," Kylie whispered. "You were born for this."

They rolled over in the white void, like lying on clouds. Kuina found herself on top, hair falling like a curtain.

"Three hours," Kylie said. "That's all the system needs."

"Then shut up and help me."

Kisses. More kisses.

Fingers dipped.

Fingers wandered, daring and curious.

Kylie's tongue found the softest parts of her.

Kuina cried out. Her hands clutched at white nothing. Her hips rolled. Her moans echoed.

She kissed Kylie's lips, then her chest, down, lower, learning by instinct, pleasure built like a storm.

Breathless. Sticky. Hungry.

Again. And again.

Their bodies tangled. Their hearts raced.

Rough. Soft. Slow. Fast. Moaning. Screaming. Trembling. Loving.

Time dissolved.

DING. Mission complete. +50 Levels. New Skill: Cloth Control.

Kuina sat up, panting. Her body shone. Her eyes burned pink. Her armor shimmered into a hot, form-fitting battle suit with a massive cleavage window.

Kylie, lying beside her, moaned.

"I love you," she whispered.

Kuina looked down. Still breathing heavily.

"I don't know what I feel," she said. "But I know I'm stronger."

She raised her hand, and Kylie's clothes vanished, then reappeared.

Kylie squealed. "Heyyy!"

Kuina smirked. "New trick."

DING. Next Target: Mira.

Kuina stood. Eyes forward.

"Let's go."

To be continued

The sky above the Kingdom of Ash was a swirl of orange and crimson. Volcanoes bubbled in the distance. Rivers of magma coiled like serpents through a land scorched by endless flame.

Kuina crash-landed in the center of it all.

Boom.

Dust flew up. Her bare feet dug into the black soil. She cracked her neck, eyes glowing pink. "System," she growled. "Where the hell am I?"

DING. Welcome to the Kingdom of Ash. Target: Mira, Queen of Flame. Current Level: 93.

She narrowed her eyes. "Another one?"

The air shifted.

Above, high in the sky, Kylie hovered silently, arms folded, eyes gleaming with wicked interest. She whispered to herself, "Let's see how you handle this one, baby girl."

From the flames, Mira appeared.

Tall. Barefoot. Wrapped in a sheer cloak of enchanted white cloth that somehow survived the fire. Long crimson curls spilled down her back, and two flaming swords floated behind her like wings.

"Who dares enter my realm with such arrogance?" Mira's voice echoed like thunder.

Kuina stepped forward, her sword humming in her hand.

"Mmm. You're hot," Kuina smirked.

Mira blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I said—" Kuina vanished in a blink. Reappeared behind Mira. "You're hot."

CLANG! Mira spun and blocked the strike with one of her flaming swords, fire crackling between them.

The battle ignited.

Steel and flame. Heat and motion. Kuina darted in and out, flipping over lava streams, using her Cloth Control skill to yank Mira's cloak mid-dodge. It slipped off her shoulder.

Mira hissed. "Cute trick."

She sent a wave of fire at Kuina, who countered with a burst of pink energy from her sword. The flames split apart, revealing Mira mid-charge.

Their blades met again. Sparks exploded. The heat could melt metal.

"I like your fighting style," Kuina panted.

"I hate yours," Mira spat.

Kuina laughed, blood dripping down her arm. "Bet you'll moan it later."

"You wish."

Mira's foot slammed into Kuina's chest, sending her flying into a blackened pillar. Kuina grunted, wiped her mouth, and stood.

"Fine. No more teasing."

Suddenly, she activated Cloth Control. Mira's wraps vanished.

In a flash, Mira stood completely nude, her body glowing with inner fire, unfazed.

"Oh? That's all?" she said calmly. "You think I care about modesty in my own kingdom?"

Kuina froze a moment, not out of shame, but admiration.

"Damn," she whispered.

Then she charged again.

What followed was a storm. Bodies clashed, flames curled around skin, and sweat mixed with blood. Kuina flipped over Mira, slammed her into lava rocks, Mira countered with fireballs and smacks of scorching heat.

But as the battle dragged on, the heat shifted.

The tension turned… sensual.

Hands grabbed hips. Skin touched skin. Their breathing changed.

"You're strong," Mira admitted, pinned beneath Kuina.

"And you're beautiful," Kuina replied, inches from her lips.

They stared.

Then, the system interrupted.

DING. New Mission: Subdue Mira. Engage in sexual union. Reward: +50 Levels. New Power: Resurrection.

Kuina blinked.

Mira did too. "What…?"

Kuina's eyes gleamed.

"I wasn't planning to go easy on you…" she whispered, lowering her lips.

Their mouths met, a soft, stunned kiss.

Mira's eyes were wide. Her body trembled.

"What kind of quest… is this?"

Kuina smirked. "The one where you lose in more ways than one."

TO BE CONTINUED.