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  The first rays of sunlight filtering through the castle's towering windows ruthlessly dragged Neko back to consciousness. He slowly pried his eyelids open, feeling the morning warmth on his face - a jarring contrast to the darkness of his most recent memories.

  When he tried to shift, he let out a low hiss; every twitch of his muscles served as a reminder of the "lesson" he had received during the night. He felt a strange, throbbing sting, and when he instinctively rubbed his hip, his fingers slid over skin that felt unnaturally smooth, almost velvet-like.

  Only then did it hit him that he was completely naked beneath the silk duvet.

  For a few seconds, a deathly silence hung over the room, broken only by his shallow breathing. Then, like an avanche, the memories smmed into his dazed mind. Lilith’s voice, his own moans, the hard pressure of the pink dildo, the humiliating words he had gasped out so desperately... and that moment when his own body had betrayed him, exploding into bliss in the arms of a monster.

  Neko slumped back onto the mattress and went still, staring at the ceiling like a log. His gaze was hollow, fixed on the intricate carvings of the canopy he now sincerely loathed.

  “Yesterday... I really...” he whispered, his voice raspy and foreign to his own ears.

  He covered his face with his hands, wanting to shut out the world, this room, and himself. He bit his lip so hard he caught the metallic tang of blood. In his eyes, previously filled only with exhaustion, hot, stinging tears began to pool.

  “Why... Why did this have to happen to me?” he croaked, his voice thick with boundless rage mixed with absolute helplessness.

  The tears finally spilled over, trailing down into his ears and soaking the pillow. Neko didn't sob loudly; it was the quiet, tragic breaking of someone who had lost the st shred of control over their own life. He turned his head and buried his face in the soft fabric, mumbling words that burned him more than any of Lilith’s magic.

  “The worst part... the absolute worst part is that I liked it...” His voice trembled, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sheets. “I wanted more. I begged her for more...”

  He y there, curled up under the luxury duvet, feeling like the filthiest, most degraded creature in the entire demon kingdom. He knew he couldn't go back to who he was. The wall between him and his former self had grown too high, built from a shame that could never be washed away.

  In the middle of this tragic moment, while the tears still burned in his eyes, Neko felt a familiar, irritating pressure in his lower abdomen. He gnced beneath the covers and saw that despite his mental breakdown, his body was betraying him once again. His small penis, trapped in pink metal, was straining against the cage with stubborn ruthlessness.

  It was too much.

  “Dammit!” he suddenly roared, his voice echoing off the opulent walls. “Can’t you see I’m having an existential crisis?! Can’t you just calm down for one second?!”

  He smmed his hand against the mattress, his cat ears and tail snapping taut with extreme irritation. However, his "little friend" seemed to completely ignore his grievances. His body, saturated with Lilith’s magic and the previous night’s stimution, had a mind of its own, demanding freedom and a return to that maddening state of suspension between pain and ecstasy.

  Neko huffed loudly, burying his face in his hands, but after a moment his anger faded, repced by a dark, sober realization.

  “Whatever else...” he whispered to the empty room, “the pleasure I feel in this body is simply gargantuan.”

  A shiver of terror raced through him. He bit his lip, realizing how dangerous this path was.

  “If this keeps up,” he purred to himself, resigned, “I really will become nothing but a mindless doll... a toy craving nothing but the next wave of bliss. This body... it’s just too easy to stimute.”

  Just as the darkness in his heart was becoming unbearable, a translucent blue window fred before his eyes.

  [CONGRATULATIONS!]

  [Your actions and the shattering of your mental barriers have led to a rapid growth in potential.]

  [RANK INCREASED: F+ → E]

  Neko froze, staring at the notification. He snorted with contempt, feeling the irony of fate - he had to be degraded as a "girl" for the system to recognize it as progress.

  “Figures... at least my rank went up,” he muttered with a sour smile.

  He took a deep breath, trying to steady his trembling hands. Since the world was conspiring against him anyway, he at least needed to know where he stood.

  “Status,” he spoke softly, summoning the full table of his attributes.

  [STATUS]

  Name: NekoRace: BeastkinGender: ???Css: Sex Sve (Epic)Rank: E[Attributes]

  Strength: 5Vitality: 20Agility: 45Intelligence: 38Charisma: 80[Skills:]

  [Perfect Skin] – Your skin has been saturated with the astral oils of the Queen of Desire. It is now fwlessly smooth, resistant to minor contaminants, and exceptionally sensitive to external stimuli. [Effects: Charisma +5, Agility +5][Cleaning] – Instinctively facilitates the identification of dirt and impurities. Increases the efficiency of cleaning tools.[Supreme Lubrication] – Your body always produces the ideal amount of natural moisture in response to your owner's touch.[Endless Ecstasy] – Your body does not experience fatigue during intercourse; every orgasm restores a portion of your mana and stamina.[Siren’s Voice] – Your voice becomes so enticing that you can use it to weaken the will of your opponents.[Skill: Anal] (New!) – A passive skill obtained after breaking the barrier of virginity. Increases flexibility and resistance to mechanical damage of the "back door." The partner receives more satisfaction during penetration.[Skill: Hypnotic Gait] (New!) – Thanks to high Agility and Charisma, every step you take (especially in heels) becomes fluid and enticing. Bystanders find it difficult to look away, which lowers their mental resistance.[Skill: Pleasure Resonance] (New!) – Your body acts as an amplifier. When you experience pleasure, you emit an aura that makes those in your immediate vicinity more aroused and inclined toward sexual activity.[Talents:]

  [Cute] – Possesses an instinctively lovable presence. [Effect: Charisma +15][Submissive] – Receives pleasure from obeying orders of higher-ranked individuals.[Sweet Essence] – Your life essence has gained a unique, addictively sweet fvor and aroma that acts as a sedative to higher demons. Your scent causes others to subconsciously desire your proximity. [Effect: Charisma +5][Delicate Prey] – Your soul emits an aura of defenseless fragility that instinctively triggers conflicting impulses in stronger beings: a sadistic desire for dominance and a protective instinct for possession. [Effect: Charisma +10][Talent: Masochist] (New!) – Your mind and body have begun to perceive pain inflicted by higher ranks as a form of stimution. Any type of pain that is not critical is converted, in part, into desire.[SPECIAL CLASS REQUIREMENTS:]

  [Ethereal Addiction] – Your body and soul have been tuned to receive and process sexual energy.[Hunger for Closeness] – You exhibit a systemically reinforced emotional and physical dependency on intimate contact with others. A ck of closeness leads to mounting compulsion, distraction, and difficulty maintaining emotional stability and rational thought.Neko stared at the blue glow of the system window, his eyes widening with every line he read. The rage and shame that had been suffocating him only moments ago were suddenly pushed to the side by a pure, almost childish fascination with the stats. As someone who grew up on games, he couldn't just ignore numbers like these.

  “Oh, shit...” he whispered, his tail giving a violent flick - this time not out of irritation, but pure excitement. “Charisma 80?! That’s practically legendary goddess-of-beauty territory! And that Agility... 45? I might be able to run up walls or something with stats like that!”

  He scanned the screen, feeling his heart race. He forgot the stinging, he forgot the cage. Now, only these massive gains mattered.

  “Well, I can’t lie, an Epic Css is an Epic Css,” he murmured, leaning back against the pillow with a small sigh of relief. “I might be a sve, but at least I’m becoming a... damn powerful sve.”

  However, as his gaze dropped lower to the newly added talents and skills, a shiver ran down his neck. He swallowed hard, his excitement suddenly mixing with a fresh dose of panic. He stared at the descriptions for [Pleasure Resonance] and [Masochist] in disbelief.

  “Resonance? So I’m basically a living aphrodisiac for everyone around me now?” he whispered, his face flushing crimson again. “And this ‘Anal’ skill... did the system really have to record that as an official skill? This is so humiliating!”

  After a moment, his eyes drifted to the [Masochist] talent, and another wave of heat washed over his cheeks. He clutched his head, digging his fingers into his pink hair, his tail thumping nervously against the mattress.

  “Masochist... seriously, system? Do you really have to make me a total ughingstock?” he hissed to the empty room, feeling a searing humiliation.

  But after a moment, his hands dropped, and he knitted his brows, analyzing the situation coldly. He remembered Lilith’s golden eyes, her predatory smile, and the ease with which she inflicted pain that - seconds ter - turned into a maddening bliss.

  “Actually...” he whispered, barely audible. “Looking at Lilith and her nature... this talent might be useful. If she’s going to punish me anyway, I might as well feel more pleasure than pure suffering from it. It’s a defense mechanism, right? Yeah, that’s definitely what it is.”

  Guilt and pragmatism warred within him for a moment, but he ultimately sighed and shifted his gaze back to the Agility stat. At the sight of the number 45, a silly, almost childish grin broke across his face. It was the only thing that gave him a sense that he still possessed some kind of "power" in this world.

  Then his eyes fell on [Hypnotic Gait].

  “I don’t get it...” he muttered, squinting. “How is my walking supposed to lower someone’s mental resistance? It’s just walking, for God’s sake. Am I supposed to sway my hips so hard the guards forget how to hold a spear? Makes no sense.”

  He tried to imagine the scene - him walking down a corridor in heels, while the demons around him get nosebleeds and lose their will to fight. The image was so absurd that Neko felt a prickle of irritation.

  “Fine, whatever. Close it.” He waved a hand, and the blue system window dissolved into the air. He slumped back onto the soft mattress.

  “This system is really my only consotion,” he sighed, looking at his hands, which now seemed even more delicate. “Even if all my skills scream ‘slut,’ at least I’m seeing progress. Any progress at all.”

  He propped himself up on his elbows, feeling every muscle protest after Lilith’s nighttime antics. The stinging in his lower back reminded him of the pink dildo, and the weight of the cage between his legs reminded him that his freedom was an illusion.

  Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he swung his legs off the bed. When his feet touched the cold floor, a shiver raced up his spine. He stood there for a moment - naked, humiliated, with a cage dangling with every move, but with a new strength in his veins thanks to Rank E.

  Neko took his steps with unnatural caution, as if walking on thin ice. He still remembered the painful lesson he’d learned after his st stat boost - when his own agility had thrown him against the wall like a limp doll. This time, however, nothing of the sort happened.

  On the contrary, he felt his body adapt to its new power with almost predatory fluidity. Every movement was soft, effortless, and he felt so light it was as if gravity no longer applied to him. He crossed the bedroom, feeling the cool air on his skin, and noted with a quiet sigh of relief that he hadn't smashed into any of the luxury furniture.

  He stopped before the entrance to the bathroom, his tail twitching nervously. He felt dirty - physically and mentally. The scent of Lilith’s perfume still seemed to hang around him, a reminder of every minute of his nighttime humiliation. He just wanted to wash it off, to drown the memory of her touch in hot water.

  He pushed the oak doors open and stepped onto the cool marble floor, heading straight for the massive crystal mirror that dominated the opulent interior.

  But when he raised his head and his gaze settled on the smooth surface, Neko froze. His hands, which he had intended to use to spsh his face, hung suspended in the air, and the blood suddenly drained from his cheeks.

  “What... what the hell?!” he choked out, his voice now unnaturally melodic and high, trembling with terror.

  TorQ