The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge-Chapter 193 - Reality’s Shift

The Host let out a dramatic sigh, his hoverboard spinning slowly as he observed the changes on the giant ranking board.

"With the elimination of Maximus Treybern," he said, his voice still carrying the tension from the dramatic fight that had just concluded, "Nine Stars Academy is now down to four representatives inside the simulator. Yukie Iceblood, Isabel Mercedes, Ace Sydrun, and of course... Adam Socheron, who just defeated his own teammate."

The camera focused on the ranking table.

ACADEMY RANKING:

1. NINE STARS ACADEMY - 14,380 Points

2. ARCLIGHT ACADEMY - 5,950 Points

3. DRAKEFIELD ACADEMY - 5,700 Points

4. GOTE ACADEMY - 5,500 Points

5. LOCKFIELD ACADEMY - 4,600 Points 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

6. ...

"However, it seems this reduction in numbers hasn’t dented their ranking at all! Nine Stars remains firmly in first place with a massive points lead, thanks largely to the monster named Yukie Iceblood, who continues to harvest points at a speed that is... frankly inhuman!"

The screen split its focus, showing Yukie in an mountain zone, calmly freezing a group of Rank A monsters into crystalline statues before shattering them with a flick of her finger.

"SO WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?" the Host asked with renewed vigor, the camera spotlight returning to Adam standing amidst the rubble. "ONE THING IS CLEAR, THIS COMPETITION IS ONLY HEATING UP, AND IT’S FAR FROM OVER!"

The camera then shifted to other screens filled with ongoing battles—Isabel and Seraphina still testing each other, Leonhardt and Isaac moving swiftly through ruins, dozens of other contestants fighting desperately for points before time ran out.

I stood alone in the still-settling dust, the aftermath of the fight with Maximus lingering in every joint. My breath was still a bit ragged, but at least I was still standing. My fingers moved, summoning the system interface visible only to me.

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NAME: Adam Socheron

CLASS: Depraved Time Lord

LEVEL: 61

EXP: 700/5200

<Strength: 80>

<Agility: 60>

<Vitality: 65>

<Charisma: 9>

<Libido: 100>

Available Stat Points: 5

SKILLS:

[Time Stop]

[Eye of Desire]

[Lustful Touch]

[Fertility Control]

[Mind Control]

[Five-Minute Rewind]

[Dreamweaver]

[Elixir of Bliss]

ITEMS:

[Faceless Mask]

[Aphrodisiac Elixir]

[Mindrender]

[Dragonroot Rope]

[Aegis Pendant]

[The Edge of Bliss]

[The Fleshcraver’s Loop]

[Ring of Self-Control]

[Obedience Serum]

[Key of the Tower of Space]

________________

I didn’t need to think long. I used all five stat points on Vitality immediately.

[Vitality: 65 → 70]

Instantly, it felt like a wave of fresh energy washed through my tired body. Not a lot—it didn’t heal wounds or fully restore stamina—but enough to lessen the heaviness in my legs and the ache in my ribs. At least now I could breathe without feeling like my lungs were being crushed.

Then my eyes landed on the new item I’d received: [Obedience Serum]

I focused on it, and a detailed description appeared:

[Obedience Serum

-> A clear serum that can be mixed into food or drink. After consumption, the target will enter a highly receptive trance state for 5 minutes. During this time, the user can issue one very specific verbal command. This command will be implanted deep within the target’s subconscious as an instinctual need that must be fulfilled. The target will do anything logically and creatively to fulfill that command while retaining their usual personality and intelligence outside the command’s context. The effect is permanent. This serum can only be used up to three times; each dose must be one-third of the total volume.]

My heart beat a little faster.

This... was incredible.

My mind immediately raced to its applications. It was similar to what I’d already been doing with the women around me—with Delilah, Gwen, Angeline, even Ophelia and Charlotte. Lewd suggestions, implanted desires, the dominance I’d built... all of that took time, the right approach, and the right trigger. But this serum? Straight to the point. One command. And it was Permanent.

And I already had a target in mind. Several, actually.

I lifted my gaze to the simulator sky. There, the large scoreboard still showed the countdown: 01:28:15 remaining. Another hour and a half before the tournament’s first round ended.

TOP 10 CONTESTANTS:

1. YUKIE ICEBLOOD (NINE STARS) - 7,220 Points

2. LEONHARDT HALSTROM (ARCLIGHT) - 4,950 Points

3. ADAM SOCHERON (NINE STARS) - 4,080 Points

4. ISAAC MOONFALL (DRAKEFIELD) - 3,550 Points

5. SERAPHINA GRIMGEAR (GOTE) - 3,400 Points

6. ...

Yukie was still on top by a ridiculous margin—over three thousand points ahead of me. Catching her in the remaining time was impossible, especially in my current condition. Nine Stars Academy itself remained solidly in first place.

I let out a long sigh, real fatigue beginning to creep back in despite my recent stat boost. My body needed real rest, not just a stat bump.

I started walking away from my recent battleground. My feet stepped over shattered concrete and glass, heading towards an area that looked like a suburban housing complex in this ruined city.

I didn’t care about the cameras that were surely following me. I was looking for a house that was relatively intact, finally finding one with only half its roof collapsed. I pushed open the sagging wooden door and went inside.

It was dark and dusty inside, but at least there was a worn-out sofa in the living room. It was full of holes and spilling its stuffing, but it was still a sofa.

Without a second thought, I approached it and... lay down.

My body sank into the hardened foam. It wasn’t comfortable at all, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that I could lie down. I could close my eyes.

Outside the simulator.

"WHAT... WHAT IS HE DOING?" The Host sounded genuinely baffled. "HE’S... HE’S LYING DOWN? ON A SOFA?"

The camera zoomed in for a close-up of my face as it began to relax, my eyelids drooping.

"IMPOSSIBLE! IN THE MIDDLE OF A CRUCIAL TOURNAMENT LIKE THIS, WITH AN HOUR AND A HALF OF FIGHTING TIME LEFT, HE’S... SLEEPING?!"

The colosseum, which had been roaring, suddenly quieted. Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes were fixed on the screen showing Adam Socheron—the victor of the brutal fight against his own teammate—now sprawled on a decrepit sofa in a collapsed house, eyes closed.

Even the Host fell silent for a moment, as if searching for the right words.

"THIS... THIS IS COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED," he finally said, his voice lower than usual. "AFTER ALL THOSE INTENSE BATTLES, AFTER DEFEATING MAXIMUS IN SUCH A BRUTAL MANNER... HE’S NOW JUST... SLEEPING."

The camera remained fixed on me. My breathing began to even out, my chest rising and falling slowly. My previously tense face was now relaxed, almost like a sleeping child.

"HE’S SLEEPING... SOUNDLY?" The Host still couldn’t believe it. "IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE SIMULATOR? IN THE MIDDLE OF A TOURNAMENT WATCHED BY THE ENTIRE WORLD?"

But that was exactly what was happening. I didn’t care about the cameras. I didn’t care about the audience. I didn’t care about the tournament. All I felt was a profound exhaustion. Besides, there was no way I could catch up to Yukie’s ranking now.

The countdown in the sky kept ticking. Battles on other screens still raged. But on that one small screen, Adam Socheron of Nine Stars Academy was sound asleep on a worn-out sofa, gathering his remaining strength for whatever would come after these three hours ended.

And out there, in a certain house, Sonya Treybern was still staring at the screen with mixed feelings—watching her boyfriend fall asleep after brutally defeating her brother.

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.

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I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep—so deep that the simulator world, the tournament, and everything else faded from my consciousness. A sleep without dreams, without burdens, just the profound exhaustion finally finding its release.

Then, slowly, my awareness returned. But not with a jolt or confusion. It returned with a sensation... of warmth. Wetness. Softness. Absolute bliss.

Something warm and wet was sheathing my shaft, moving up and down with a rhythm that was both skilled and fervent. A deep, strong, sucking motion, as if wanting to drain every last drop from within me. It felt... heavenly.

I wondered in my half-awake state. Wasn’t I still in the Dungeon Simulator? On the worn-out sofa in the collapsed house? Who was—?

But the question drowned in the wave of pleasure flooding every nerve. My body moved on its own, hips pushing up slightly, enjoying every stroke of that warm tongue and palate. My hands reached out unconsciously, touching the fine hair spilling over my thighs.

The rhythm quickened. Heavy breathing was audible between the lewd, wet sounds. I felt the pressure building at the base of my stomach. Not long now...

And I exploded. With a ragged groan tearing from my throat, cum surged thickly into that warm mouth. The sensation was so intense my legs trembled, my fingers gripping the hair I’d been touching.

Only after the wave of pleasure began to recede did I open my eyes—still foggy, still filled with the aftermath of ecstasy.

The sight that greeted me left me stunned.

It wasn’t the ceiling of a collapsed house in a simulator. Not a worn-out sofa. But an elegant, crystal-chandeliered ceiling. And beneath me...

Delilah Socheron. The Star Witch. My stepmother.

She was kneeling between my legs, her face still pressed against my crotch, her pink tongue cleaning the last remnants of cum still dripping from my softening tip. Her golden eyes looked up, meeting my confused gaze. Her full, sensual lips curved into a smile—a satisfied, lewd, possessive smile.

"Mom..." I mumbled, my voice hoarse.

Delilah finished her work with one last lick that made me shudder, then sat up on the large bed I now realized I was lying on. She wore a sky-blue dress tied loosely, revealing most of her voluptuous chest. Her large breasts were almost completely exposed, their reddish nipples looking hard and inviting.

"Shhh, Darling," she whispered, her voice like a soft chime. Her delicate hand stroked my thigh. "You’re finally awake."

I looked around. This wasn’t the simulator. This was... a bedroom? A large bed with silk sheets, a spacious room with expensive furnishings, a large window showing a daytime view of Gatehaven city. And most importantly—no signs of battle or a simulator.

"But... the tournament..." I uttered, trying to grasp the situation.

Delilah shook her head, her finger pressing against my lips. Her delicate hand reached for her own dress, hiking it up higher, freeing her full, heavy breasts—the breasts I had enlarged and enhanced myself. She guided her right breast, full and hardened, to my still-damp and sensitive shaft.

"Let Mommy relax you," she hissed, beginning to slide her soft yet firm flesh up and down my length.

The sensation... was incredible. The warmth of soft flesh, the perfect pressure, the movement. "After that hard match earlier. You must be so tired."

She leaned down, placing her lips near my ear, her warm breath caressing my skin. "Don’t ask what happened yet. Just enjoy."

And I... surrendered. The questions were still there, but they all drowned in the new wave of pleasure she was providing.