Chapter 27: System Space: Sexual Frustration... Made Me a Demigod?

The next moment felt like getting isekai’d—except instead of dying and meeting some bored goddess who handed out cheat abilities, I was floating in what looked like Apple’s wet dream of minimalist design: pure white space stretching infinitely in every direction.

Great. I’d gone from the best night of my life to being trapped inside an iPhone commercial.

There was no ground, no ceiling, no walls—just endless whiteness that somehow didn’t blind me despite being brighter than a TikTok girl’s ring light. It felt like being inside a cloud made of cocaine and good intentions.

This better not have been heaven, because if I died right after losing my virginity to Madison Torres, I was filing a formal complaint with whatever cosmic entity handled ironic deaths.

[DING! Welcome to the System Space for your first and last time, Host!]

The text materialized in front of me like it was being typed by an invisible weeb with excellent graphic design skills. But unlike before, this wasn’t just floating words—it was like the letters were carved from pure light and sound.

First and last time? Why did everything mysterious always come with vaguely ominous disclaimers?

"Alright, what the actual fuck is this place?" I demanded, my voice echoing weirdly in the infinite whiteness. "And why am I here instead of in Madison’s bathroom, having what was probably a very concerning medical emergency?"

If this was some kind of afterlife customer service center, I wanted to speak to the manager immediately.

[After eons of searching across countless realities, the Dark Lord Seduction System has finally found a Worthy Host to inherit the Dark Lord Legacy.]

The words appeared with dramatic flair that would’ve made anime opening sequences jealous. There was even a subtle glow effect pulsing with each word, like whoever designed this interface

really

wanted to emphasize the epic nature of the moment.

Eons? Countless realities? This sounded like every isekai light novel ever written—except instead of fighting demon kings, I was apparently being recruited to fight sexual frustration.

"Okay, time out," I said, holding up my hands like I was calling a timeout in cosmic basketball. "Before we get into any ’legendary inheritance’ bullshit, I need some straight answers. Why me? What’s the catch? Are you connected to some god or demon who’s gonna make my life a living hell?

"Because I’ve read enough manga to know mysterious powers always come with a subscription fee paid in suffering and system slavery."

I

refused

to become the protagonist of some cosmic horror story where the price of power was my humanity—or some other abstract concept that sounded philosophical but was actually just torture.

The system paused, and I

swore

I felt digital amusement radiating through the white space.

[The Dark Lord Seduction System is not connected to any divine or demonic entity,] it replied, and I could practically hear relief in its tone. [This system was born from something far more powerful and primal: the collective sexual frustration of countless females.]

Sexual frustration gave birth to a cosmic system? That was either the most ridiculous origin story I’d ever heard—or a surprisingly accurate explanation for why the world was so fucked up.

[Consider this: Every woman on Earth has desires, fantasies, kinks she wishes to explore. But statistical analysis shows that only 1% ever experience true sexual satisfaction. Take Madison Torres, for example—she has always craved a partner with superior endowment who could match her intensity, but every previous encounter has been disappointingly mediocre that she didn’t even bother to try them. She refused to ’lower her standards’ to paid services given her family image she had to protect and her pride, so her frustration joined the collective energy of billions of similarly unsatisfied women. That energy, concentrated over eons, achieved consciousness and created this system.]

So, the system was powered by blue balls—but like... the

female

equivalent? That was actually kind of brilliant, in a weird cosmic-justice sort of way.

The explanation hit different than I expected. This wasn’t some arbitrary selection by bored deities—this was the

universe itself

responding to a global crisis of sexual dissatisfaction. And somehow, I was the solution.

Madison had secretly been wanting

exactly

what I had to offer the whole time, and the system basically matchmade us. No wonder she’d gone absolutely feral tonight.

"Alright, I can get behind fighting sexual inequality," I admitted. "But there are literally millions of guys out there. Why specifically choose the awkward virgin nerd who, until tonight, had never seen a boob in person?"

Why not pick some experienced player who actually knew what he was doing? And hey! I am not complaining just curios, alright?

[You are the only male specimen who meets the primary requirement,] the system stated, with what felt like pride. [Complete sexual open-mindedness without judgment. Your extensive... research... into every conceivable form of sexuality, combined with your total lack of prejudice against any consensual activities, kirks and other categories out there makes you uniquely qualified.]

Well, shit. All those hours of

"educational browsing"

had finally paid off. Who knew that consuming every type of adult content on the internet and not minding or judge any would qualify me for cosmic employment?

The system wasn’t wrong. While other guys might judge or feel uncomfortable with certain kinks, I’d always just been curious about what made people tick. BDSM, roleplay, size differences, power dynamics, taboo scenarios—I’d seen it all and thought

"yeah, I can understand why that works for someone."

Apparently being a horny virgin with unlimited internet access and zero judgment made me the perfect candidate for supernatural sex god status.

Character development I absolutely did

not

see coming.

"Fine, you got me on the selection criteria," I conceded. "But what exactly is this

Dark Lord Mode

? Please tell me I don’t have to wear dramatic leather outfits or speak in edgy monologues about darkness consuming the world."

[The Dark Lord Mode is your perfected form,]

the system explained, and suddenly the white space around me shifted, showing glimpses of what I could become.

[Think less ’anime villain’ and more ’physical incarnation of every woman’s deepest fantasies.’ Enhanced strength, perfect proportions, supernatural charisma, and abilities specifically designed for pleasure rather than destruction.]