Farmboy becomes King with the Lust System

The days that followed Jae's stunning victory in the class tournament felt like stepping into another world entirely.

He had always known the academy was a place of hierarchy and whispers, where status and power were everything. Before, he'd been invisible to most and mocked by others.

But after holding his own in front of the entire class, after standing tall even when no one expected him to, things had shifted in a way he hadn't anticipated.

Sure, the haters were still there. Some people would always scoff at him, convinced his win was just luck. But now, for the first time, there were more voices standing beside him than against him.

Students waved at him as he passed, calling out his name from across the courtyards. He caught nods from upperclassmen and smiles from those who had once ignored him completely. Some of the younger students even seemed to look up to him like he was someone worth admiring.

It felt strange, almost surreal, but also satisfying.

He had earned their respect, and maybe even more than that.

Right now, he inside his room. The door was shut, and the outside world felt far away. Here, the only sound was the low hum of silence broken by light laughter, and the soft creak of bedsheets shifting beneath the girl lying on his bed.

Elise was stretched out comfortably across the mattress, her hair splayed around her like dark silk. Her skirt had ridden up a little on one side, and one of her legs dangled lazily off the edge of the bed. Her shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing just the faintest glimpse of her collarbone and the curve of her chest.

She looked entirely at ease.

Jae stood in the doorway to the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist. His skin was still damp from the shower, and beads of water clung to his chest and stomach.

Light from the window streamed across his body, highlighting the subtle muscles he'd earned partially through starving and through weeks of training and countless hours spent pushing himself.

He caught her staring.

A smirk played across his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "Do you like what you see?" he asked, voice teasing.

Elise's cheeks turned a shade pinker, but she didn't look away. Instead, she lifted her chin and met his gaze with a crooked smile. "Maybe," she said slowly. "Why don't you do a little show for me?"

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "You're serious?"

Her smile deepened. "Very."

Jae chuckled, running a hand through his wet hair. "Alright then," he said, stepping forward. With one hand, he loosened the knot in the towel. It slipped away from his waist, but he caught it before it hit the floor, throwing it over his shoulder casually.

Then he posed, half-joking, half-serious, turning slightly to the side, flexing a bit, letting her see every defined line of his body. The playfulness in his eyes never faded.

Elise clapped her hands together slowly, eyes glinting with amusement. "You've clearly been practicing that," she said with a soft laugh.

"I aim to please," he replied, stepping closer.

As he approached the bed, the teasing in his expression shifted into something deeper, something heavier. There was still a smile on his lips, but the air between them had thickened.

"This kind of performance," he said, his voice lowering, "doesn't come free."

Elise leaned up slightly, propping herself on one elbow, her eyes narrowing just a bit in mock suspicion. "Oh? And what's the cost, exactly?"

Jae came to a stop right in front of her. He was close enough that she could feel the heat coming off his skin. He looked down at her, his gaze steady.

"That's something," he said with a smirk, "we'll have to figure out together."

She sat up a little more, until her face was directly in front of his lower abdomen and… his dick. Her lips curled into a small, amused smile. "Is that so?"

Jae's only answer was a soft hum, and he didn't step back.

Elise moved forward, her lips brushing gently against his skin. It was a light kiss, barely there, but the reaction was immediate. His muscles tensed slightly beneath her touch, his dick jumped and his breath caught.

She grinned.

Then, slowly, she wrapped one hand around the base of his dick, not gripping too tightly, just enough to hold him. His dick began to harden beneath her fingers, a quiet sign of her effect on him.

Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward again. This time, her lips parted, and she took his dick into her mouth, slowly and carefully, moving with the kind of patience that suggested she was savoring every moment. Her movements were deliberate, almost curious.

Jae let out a breath, one hand lightly resting on her head. He didn't guide her, didn't push, he simply let her explore at her own pace.

As she gained confidence, her rhythm grew more daring and she began to suck faster.

She tried to take his dick deeper, pushing forward until she reached a point where her throat protested and she had to pull back with a small cough.

He laughed gently, brushing her hair from her cheek. "You're getting closer," he said, voice low and encouraging.

Elise didn't stop. She leaned in again, continuing to suck him in her slow, steady pace.

Each movement was fluid, almost hypnotic, as if she was reading his reactions and adjusting to them in real time. The atmosphere in the room had shifted completely now, charged with warmth and anticipation.

Jae's breathing grew heavier. He let out a low groan as tension built in his core. His fingers curled slightly, and he glanced down at her with a mix of affection and desire.

"Alright," he said suddenly, pulling back just a little. "That's enough payment for now. We'll need to discuss… other currency."

Elise pulled away, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at him with a flushed face and eyes that sparkled with mischief.

She leaned back onto the bed, propping herself on her hands as she slowly spread her legs, her skirt riding up even higher.

"I'm listening," she said in a soft, teasing voice. "What currency are we talking about?"