Capítulo 10: I'm Going To Hell

"I... I've finally had my first wet dream."

Excited and energized, Lumien didn't even bother putting his pants back on before summoning the system.

Focusing his thoughts, he watched as a transparent screen began to take shape in front of him, displaying a series of information:

<Name: Lumien Ofnir>

<Race: Human>

<Level: 1>

<Strength: 3>

<Agility: 2>

<Intelligence: 1>

<Vitality: 1>

<Stamina: 2>

<Classes: None>

<Abilities: None>

Compared to when he first summoned the system, when all his stats were in the negatives, this was a noticeable improvement. At least now, none of his stats were below zero.

This progress was largely thanks to the potions his family had provided him over the years. Some were meant to suppress the effects of his illness, while others were designed to strengthen his body and improve his constitution so he wouldn't be as weak and fragile.

However, there were strict limits on how often he could consume these potions. He couldn't take them back-to-back but had to wait a full month between doses.

Unfortunately, his illness was also no ordinary disease. It was a relentless condition that constantly wore away at his body. As a result, much of the benefit he gained from each potion would fade before he was allowed to take the next one.

This was why, despite nearly ten years passing, his stats had only shown minimal growth. Even with the support of potions, his progress had been painfully slow.

However, Lumien wasn't in the mood to dwell on his terrible stats. He quickly refocused, shifting the system screen to another familiar interface.

<Ejaculate: 1/3>

<Reward: 1 Stat Point>

It actually increased! I can finally complete this damned daily quest!

Lumien's mind grew enthusiastic and he couldn't wait to immediately jerk off to finish the quest and retrieve his reward.

Given his current state of mind, Lumien felt that even if the quest demanded ten ejaculations instead of three, he would gladly go through with it. That's how desperate he was to improve his life, no matter how ridiculous the method.

Lumien quickly closed the system and looked down at his little brother, who still stood proud of his glory.

He softly told it, "This isn't the time to rest. We've got two more rounds to go!"

As his left hand naturally settled at the base of his shaft, a sudden realization struck him like a lightning bolt.

Bloody hell. How am I supposed to do this without any R18 material?

I've been so used to reading doujins, p*rnwhas, h*ntai, and all that... There's no way my imagination alone will cut it. Damn it, I've got nothing to visualize!

More importantly, it had been more than ten years since his last exposure to those actresses, videos, and artworks. His memories of them had grown hazy and indistinct.

Just as frustration began to set in, a sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Who is it?" he anxiously called out. He was half-naked, his erect penis standing at full attention. If anyone from his family walked in and saw him like this, he'd die from embarrassment on the spot.

"It's me. May I come in?" Azalea's gentle voice came from the other side of the door.

"No!" he wanted to shout, but remembering something, he bit down on his panic and forced himself to reply, "Yes! Uh, wait, don't come in yet!"

The door handle, which had just begun to turn, froze mid-motion.

"What's wrong?" Azalea sounds concerned.

"Nothing! It's just that, uh, I made a bit of a mess in here. Let me tidy up first!" Lumien replied quickly, raising his voice to make sure she heard him clearly. The last thing he needed was her barging in.

"Okay,"

As soon as he heard her reply, Lumien sprang into action. He grabbed his discarded pants and tossed them into the wooden bucket tucked in the corner. He hurriedly changed into a clean pair, stripped the bedclothes stained with his cum, and stuffed them away before remaking the bed as quickly as possible.

After a frantic few minutes of cleaning, Lumien wiped the sweat from his forehead, checked his reflection for any obvious signs of what had just happened, and finally opened the door.

Azalea stood before him, her long, loose hair falling softly to her waist. She wore a simple black dress that ended just above her knees, highlighting her graceful figure.

Lumien's eyes involuntarily drifted to the slight dip of her neckline, where her cleavage was partially visible. The sight instantly brought back flashes of his earlier dream, making his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He quickly looked away, afraid she might notice the awkwardness in his expression.

She frowned as she looked him over from head to toe, her sharp gaze flicking past him to scan the room behind him. Her tone was suspicious as she asked, "What took you so long?"

Lumien cleared his throat awkwardly and gestured toward the freshly made bed. "I, uh, was just making my bed."

Her frown deepened. "Shouldn't a task like this be left to the servants?" she asked, stepping past him into the room. Azalea inspected every corner with a critical eye.

Satisfied that nothing seemed out of place, her wariness eased, though she raised an eyebrow, signaling she still expected an explanation.

"I, uh, had a nightmare and woke up suddenly," Lumien began, scratching the back of his head as he launched into the excuse he'd concocted. "I tried to get a drink of water, but I was still so shaken that my hands were trembling. The next thing I knew, I dropped the glass, spilling water all over the bed."

Azalea studied him for a moment but seemed to accept the explanation without further questions. She settled down on the edge of the bed, her posture relaxing.

Seizing the opportunity to steer the conversation away, Lumien quickly changed the subject. "What brings you here, Sis? It's so late."

Azalea glanced at him and smiled. "Similar to you, I was also having a nightmare."

A nightmare? Such coincidence? But I was lying... So, are you lying like I was, or is that the truth..? Lumien raised his eyebrows in surprise and was momentarily forget to respond.

Azalea didn't seem to find his silence unusual. She yawned softly, covering her mouth with her hand. "Well, since I've checked on you and you're fine, I can relax now. I'm going back to bed."

She stood up and turned to leave when she suddenly felt a hand gently grasp her palm.

Turning around, she noticed Lumien avoiding her gaze, his cheeks as red as a tomato as he coughed awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her expression confused.

Lumien cleared his throat again, fidgeting nervously. "Ahem, Sis, can you do me a small favor?"

"That depends. What kind of favor?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity.

"It's, uh, really simple," he stammered. "I just want you to, um… do a few poses for me."

"Poses?" she repeated, tilting her head in confusion.

"Yes, a small favor, right?"

"Okay," She didn't know what her little brother was up to, but she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

"So, what do you need me to do?"

"Just lie down on the bed. Yeah, like that! Now, put your arm over your eyes... perfect. Open your mouth a little, just like that. Uh, I need to run to the bathroom real quick. Don't leave yet, but you can move now!" Without waiting for her response, he darted toward the bathroom.

Azalea lay there for a moment, puzzled. Slowly, she lifted her arm and blinked as her vision returned, catching a glimpse of her little brother's retreating figure as he disappeared down the hall.

...

A few minutes later, Lumien returned, his face noticeably paler.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?" Azalea asked, her brows furrowing with concern.

"I just had a bit of… constipation," he admitted, waving it off. "Nothing to worry about. Anyway, could you do me one more pose? I swear, this will be the last one for today!"

Azalea crossed her arms and eyed him suspiciously. "What exactly are you up to, Lumien?"

Lumien gave her a small, nervous smile. "It's for my art. You know, I've been stuck in this frustrating art block for a while. I realized what I needed to get inspired again, pose references. That's where you come in."

"Art block?" Azalea repeated, clearly clueless to such a term.

"Yeah," he explained, scratching the back of his head. "It's like… when your creativity kind of shuts down temporarily, and you can't come up with anything new. It's super annoying."

"Oh, I see," Azalea said, her expression softening as understanding dawned on her.

Lumien, feeling guilt gnawing at his conscience, gritted his teeth, forcing himself to be shameless. "That's why, uh… I might need your help with more poses in the future. You know, like a model. If you don't mind, of course."

Azalea shrugged, smiling faintly. "Sure, I don't mind. As long as it can help you."

Relieved, Lumien brightened. "Great! Okay, for the second pose, can you crawl on the bed? Yeah, just like that. Hold it there for a second… perfect! Alright, you're good now. Thanks a ton, Sis. You can head back to your room."

After seeing his sister out, Lumien closed the door and leaned against it. Sliding down to the floor, he buried his face in his hands and groaned. "I'm definitely going to hell for this!"