Vault 17.
One male.
One mission.
One awakening.
Metal echoed. Clamps locked around his wrists. Cold steel — same as every day. A single drop of sweat slid down his chest.
Rivan Cross didn't flinch. He stared at the ceiling — blank, silver, sterile. No sky. No sun. Just artificial light pulsing like a dying heart.
For eighteen years, this was all he knew.
Vault 17 — a government-controlled breeding facility. Males weren't people here. They were property. Tools. Sperm donors.
The world believed men were extinct.
They weren't entirely wrong.
The Seedfire Plague wiped out 99.9% of the male population five hundred years ago. The few survivors were grown in labs. Monitored. Controlled. Locked and cummed.
Rivan was one of them.
No — the one.
The last. And the only one truly awake.
Not just conscious — aware. Emotionally. Mentally. Every injection. Every scan. Every time they strapped him to that extraction chair at age twelve. He remembered it all.
The videos. The mechanical stimulation. The cold, clinical release. Twice a day. Every day.
They called it "maintenance."
Fuck that.
He wasn't livestock.
He wasn't a tool.
He was something more — and he could feel it.
In his blood.
In his cock.
In the way the female doctors avoided eye contact when it twitched under the restraints. The way their thighs pressed together when he passed — naked, powerful, caged.
They weren't afraid of him.
They were afraid of what would happen 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 inside his head.
[Trigger Event Detected: Emotional Surge. Host has achieved Awakening.]
[System Integration: 18%… 39%… 67%… COMPLETE.]
His breath caught. Eyes widened.
The world looked the same.
He didn't.
The air felt thicker. His skin buzzed like static. His cock hardened — not from touch, but from something deeper.
Power.
Purpose.
A pressure in his gut, rising like molten heat.
Then — the lights died.
Screams followed. Distant. Female. Panicked.
The entire facility powered down.
Perfect.
Doors unlatched.
Security crashed.
Surveillance blinked out.
One shot. One chance.
He didn't waste it.
Cuffs shattered.
Feet moved — primal, burning.
A female guard turned the corner, hand on her blaster. "Stop—!"
She never finished.
Rivan grabbed her by the throat, slammed her to the wall.
Her eyes widened. Not with fear — with lust.
She gasped. Pupils dilated. Her hips jerked. Nipples hardened beneath the uniform.
She moaned. Loud. Helpless.
He hadn't even touched her properly.
She came.
Just like that.
She collapsed — dazed, dripping.
He stared at his hand. His pulse. The steam-like aura wrapping him.
This wasn't normal.
This was divine.
He walked the dark halls like a god. Systems collapsed. Staff submitted.
No guns. No resistance.
Just lust.
By the outer gate, three more women tried to stop him.
None could walk after.
He left them on the floor, bodies trembling from a single taste of what he carried.
Outside: silence.
Real air. Tall grass. Twin moons glowing above.
He looked at his hands. At his cock — still hard, still pulsing.
Something inside stirred — deeper than sex.
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. Smirked. Looked at the stars.
"Time to fuck my way to the top."
But something moved.
A shadow. Fast. Silent.
Instincts flared. System warned.
A flash of silver. A glint of a blade.
Too late.
The blade kissed his neck — not to kill, just to warn.
She stood behind him.
Tall. Hooded. Violet eyes glowing.
Not afraid. Not aroused.
Controlled.
Deadly.
"You're not supposed to be out," she said, calm. "And certainly not this powerful."
System pulsed:
[New Threat Detected: Unknown Assassin-Class Female]
[Analysis Incomplete. Warning: Energy signature unstable.]
She stepped closer.
"I've been waiting," she whispered. "They'll all want you. But I'll break you first."
Rivan tilted his head. Smiled.
"Try me."
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To Be Continued…
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