Bloodbound Tyrant: The System Made Me Unstoppable-Chapter 32: Lustbreaker vs Lust Domination

The air inside the mansion was thick with tension, desire, lust, emotions and unspoken promises.

Lucien stood at the center of it all, shirt half-torn, his sculpted chest rising and falling with heavy, primal breaths. Blood—both his and not—dripped from his fingertips. But it wasn’t the battle that had shaken him.

It was the system update.

> [System Update Complete.]

[New Passive Skill Unlocked: Lust Domination – Touch of Submission]

[New Title Acquired: Crimson Flame of Desire]

[New Mechanic: Soul Binding Threshold – Lust Tier 1 Unlocked]

The golden text scrolled before his eyes, vanishing into his subconscious as if it had been engraved into the very fabric of his soul. Even without reading the full effects, Lucien knew—something had shifted. Something fundamental.

And the women felt it.

They didn’t need notifications or stat readouts. Their bodies knew. Their instincts screamed it.

Selira, the half-demoness with burning red eyes and curves forged by hellfire itself, moved first. Her black bodysuit clung to her like molten shadow, and her clawed fingers trailed down his chest with reverence.

"You are changing," she purred, breath hot on his skin. "And it is turning me on so much I could scream."

Lucien did not answer with words.

He seized her waist, yanked her flush against him, and kissed her—no, devoured her. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t romantic. It was the kiss of a Tyrant. Of a King taking what was his.

Selira moaned, shuddering as her body melted into him, her resistance vanishing like mist.

Behind them, the others were watching... trembling.

Kaela, the ice princess who once vowed she’d die before serving any man, bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Her silver hair clung to her pale cheeks, and her fists clenched at her sides.

Kaela’s breath came in shallow gasps, her silver hair clinging to flushed cheeks as her icy composure shattered. Heat pooled low in her belly, an ache she couldn’t explain—no, wouldn’t explain. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, seeking friction. Every sound Lucien made, every glance he cast, sent sparks down her spine. She bit her lip, suppressing a whimper as her core throbbed, wetness seeping through her silken undergarments. Her fingers trembled, desperate to touch, to feel—but she didn’t dare move. Not yet. She was a princess. A warrior. But gods, if he whispered her name just once, she’d beg.

She was losing control.

Her thighs rubbed together. Her breath hitched every time Selira gasped louder. The energy Lucien radiated—raw dominance, carnal command—was making her heart race in panic... and arousal.

Then Selira cried out, her back arching from Lucien’s touch sliding beneath her suit.

That was the breaking point.

Kaela stepped forward and—dropped to one knee.

Lucien’s eyes flicked to her, surprised. "What are you doing?"

Kaela’s voice was barely a whisper. "Whatever you did... I can’t fight it anymore. I don’t want to."

> [Ding! Bond Progressed – Kaela has submitted to your dominance.]

[Unique Skill Bonus Activated: Icebound Loyalty]

[Effect: Kaela’s abilities are now linked to your mood. Her ice grows stronger the more she desires you.]

The system wasn’t just rewarding strength anymore. It was rewarding psychological conquest. Emotional control. Lustful surrender.

And it fed off him... as much as they did.

Lira, the once-innocent scholar turned sultry enchanter, was already halfway undressed. Her robe slipped from her shoulders, revealing inked runes across her bronze skin. Her pupils were dilated. She arched her back, moaning softly as if Lucien’s mere presence was stroking her from the inside.

"Your aura... your blood... it’s making my soul ache," she whispered, trembling.

Lucien’s eyes turned to the last.

Zeraphine.

The dark elf general. Warrior. Proud. Cold. Unyielding.

She hadn’t moved—but her hands were twitching. Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes... they shimmered with conflict. Fear. Desire. Rage. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He walked toward her, leaving the others basking in heat and submission.

Zeraphine stepped back, breath hitching. "No. You won’t break me."

Lucien stopped before her, towering, dangerous, yet calm. He reached out, cupped her chin with gentle fingers.

"I don’t have to break you," he murmured. "You’ll give yourself freely."

She shivered. "I hate you."

"No." His voice was a breath against her lips. "You hate how much you want me."

Her body betrayed her.

Her knees wobbled. Her chest heaved.

His hand slid up her jaw—and just as her lips parted—

BOOOOOOM.

The wall exploded inward. Shattered brick and dust stormed the room. The air sizzled with energy.

Five cloaked figures emerged from the smoke like phantoms, their black robes dancing with ember-like runes.

"Targets acquired," one hissed through a mask.

The women turned, their instincts flaring—ready to fight.

But Lucien lifted a hand.

"I’ve got this."

He stepped forward, bare-chested, his pants bloodstained, his body a weapon of divine carnality. The intruders moved together like blades of the same sword.

Too slow.

Lucien blinked.

He reappeared mid-air, grabbed the first assassin by the throat, punched him and slammed him into the ceiling with bone-cracking force. The man’s spine folded like paper.

Spinning, Lucien caught the second by the wrist—snap—and hurled him like a meteor into the third, sending both crashing into the debris.

Two left.

They hesitated. For a second, they saw past the flesh—into the beast behind those eyes.

Lucien didn’t move like a man anymore. He moved like a predator who’d tasted too much victory and wanted more.

The fourth screamed and lunged with a hidden blade—Lucien caught it... with his teeth. His fangs cracked steel.

He spat out the shards and shoved his palm through the attacker’s chest.

The fifth turned to flee.

"No," Lucien said.

Blood rose from his palm like smoke—formed into a spear.

He hurled it. FWUMP.

The red spike tore through the runner’s spine and pinned him against the far wall. Dead.

Silence fell again.

But in the center of the wreckage, a sigil appeared—floating, spinning, ancient.

Black and gold. Pulsing with divine energy.

> [System Message: You have triggered an Event – The War of Wills Begins]

[Opposing System Detected: Lustbreaker Protocol Initialized]

[WARNING: Dominant-Class Hostile System Holder Has Been Deployed Against You.]

Lucien’s blood surged. This wasn’t over. It was only the beginning.

He stepped forward and touched the sigil.

The world twisted.

The mansion, the women, the blood—all vanished.

He now stood in a crimson void. Silent. Eternal.

Across from him was a man.

Tall. Elegant. His body draped in golden robes, chains coiling like snakes across his form. His aura was cold. Clean. Controlled.

He radiated order—the antithesis of Lucien’s chaos.

"You must be Lucien," the man said.

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. "And you must be the asshole who ruined my night."

The man didn’t blink. "I am Cain. Bearer of the Lustbreaker System. I cleanse what you corrupt."

Lucien grinned. "Let’s see who breaks first."

Cain raised his hand—and the void trembled. Golden glyphs spun into existence behind him, forming a geometric halo.

> [Lustbreaker Protocol: Engaged]

[Judgment Mode: Level 1 – Celestial Chain Binding]

[Immunity Activated: All Charm Effects Nullified]

Chains of light exploded toward Lucien like lightning. He dodged left—barely—only to find the chains following his body like homing missiles.

He twisted mid-air and unleashed a counter—blood lances bursting from his back in an arch of crimson fury.

The chains clashed with the spears—exploding into bursts of light and gore.

Cain didn’t move.

Lucien’s breath fogged the air. "So, you’re a purifier. That means you fear corruption."

Cain’s voice was like marble grinding against steel. "No. I remove rot."

Lucien chuckled darkly. "Then you’re gonna hate what I become next."

> [System Notice: Lust Domination has reached Tier II]

[New Ability Unlocked: Sovereign Pulse – Instinctual Subjugation Radius Expanded by 300%]

[Warning: Hostile system interference detected. Your skills will degrade in prolonged combat.]

Cain raised both arms.

The void cracked.

A cathedral of judgment materialized behind him—towering pillars, divine statues, eyes bleeding golden fire.

> [Cain has activated Domain: Cathedral of Chastity]

[Effect: All Lust-based abilities reduced by 70%]

[Effect: Guilt Fragmentation begins – Mental Resistance Check Required]

Lucien’s knees nearly buckled.

It wasn’t just suppression. It was psychic attack. His memories—the moans, the cries, the heat—they twisted in his mind. Warped into guilt.

Selira’s gasps turned to screams.

Kaela’s submission twisted into betrayal.

Lira’s lust became shame.

Lucien roared, clutching his skull. His system screamed against the corruption. No... against purity.

Cain watched, unmoved. "You are a disease, Lucien. I am the cure."

Lucien dropped to one knee.

Then grinned.

"I like a good challenge."

Blood surged from his chest, forming a spiral of crimson symbols. A second heart pulsed beneath his skin—his system fighting back.

> [Emergency Overdrive Mode: Crimson Tyrant Form – 25% Synchronization Achieved]

[Effect: Immunity to Mental Fragmentation Activated]

[New Skill Unlocked: Blood Crown – Royal Domain Unlocked for 60 seconds]

Lucien rose.

Behind him, a red throne appeared—pulsing, burning, oozing with lustful power. Women’s silhouettes danced around it like shadows in heat. A crown of thorns hovered above Lucien’s head, spinning like a halo of sin.

Cain narrowed his eyes. "What is this?"

Lucien cracked his knuckles. "Your purification ends here."

He raised both hands—and the void exploded into war.

The two systems collided—lust against chastity, domination against judgment. Every blow sent shockwaves across dimensions.

But even as Cain channeled divine fury, Lucien’s grin only widened.

Because for the first time...

He was facing a worthy opponent.

And he loved it.