BDSysteM

Before I had a chance to even comprehend what the hell my system was, the lab coat dude's voice interrupted my thoughts and I dismissed the system window. “Congratulations, Miss Scarlet. Please wait here while I fetch a superior, feel free to make yourself at home.”

He then exited the room and I was left alone. I’m not sure how I can make myself at home in this white lab-like room, but anyway, let's take a closer look… System, status please.

Here you are, Scarlet, the system replied in an androgynous voice, displaying my status window to me.

 

 

X tier… that’s awesome. The system on the other hand… is less so. What the hell is a BDSysteM?

That, my dear Scarlet, is me, the system replied and didn’t elaborate any further.

Well duh, I fucking got that. What do you do though?

Ah, well, I serve to bring out your deepest desires, though I must say, I wasn’t expecting to end up with a sub. Oh well, it’ll be fun regardless.

A sub? Oh shit, yeah. I have a submission score. And my system is BDSM-based. I sighed, exasperated. I must say, I’m not liking this personality very much. You weren’t expecting a sub?

No, usually vessels choose a damage focus, which makes them a dom. 

Damage would’ve made me a dom? That would’ve been fun, although… eh. What about tanks?

Heh. Tank is the best of them all, a masochistic dom. I’ve only experienced that once and boy did it go wrong, craziest sadist ever.

And support is sub… I muttered. If thoughts can be muttered. Shifting back to our conversation, I asked, Wrong? How so?

That’s a story for another day, maybe for bedtime, specifically when you’re wearing a chastity belt, desperate for an orgasm, covered in sweat, moaning as you fondle your breasts and tweak your nipples, yet are unable to cum from them.

Haah… my breathing became labored as I closed my eyes, imagining—wait. No. Fuck. I’m not supposed to be horny right now. I need to figure out how this system works. So how does this work exactly? What’s submission and points?

Sweet Scarlet, you’ll need an owner to find out…

 

 

It unlocks my stats… are you saying I can’t gain levels until I get an owner?

You can’t raise or lower your level, any of your stats, or your credits!

Wait, credits? How the hell do I buy things? Credits are required for anything even remotely related to the system, including academy tuition. Yeah, the government wrings you dry from the start.

I guess you need to find a mistress.

Screw you—I was interrupted by the door opening behind me. After I spun around, I saw a man wearing a generic business suit, red tie and all, and he bowed his head slightly. His hair was pristinely combed and a deep-brown color, kinda like poop.

“Hello, Scarlet,” the man said, then raised his head. “I’m this location’s overseer. It’s an honor to witness the birth of a legend, and I’ll be your government proxy for any needs that arise. My first question is if you would like to enroll in an academy.”

“I thought that was mandated?” Supposedly all B tier and up are required to attend an academy (and they make you pay for it) for at least four years or until they graduate, whichever is shorter.

“It is, but we have no way of controlling an X tier, which means it is optional,” the man replied with a shrug. “Do you intend to?”

“Yeah,” I replied. And if they think they have no way of controlling me… “Assuming it's free?”

“Of course.” The man nodded. “You’ll be provided the highest luxuries at no cost.”

“Okay,” I said.

We stared awkwardly at each other for a few seconds before he cleared his throat. “Moving on, will you be attending the local academy?”

I assumed I would, it’s the best in the nation and I live in the capital already. “Yea.”

“Then, I’ll prepare your enrollment for you, please show up to the academy's entrance tomorrow morning.” The man bowed again, stepped back, then spoke a final time, raising his body once more. “Once we finish, you can move into the dorms at your earliest convenience. The semester starts in 7 days.”

The proxy left and I was alone once more. I still live with my parents so I should be able to survive tonight, however… Quest list, please.

 

 

I still need to do that somehow, not that it's not fun… but how? Do I just… walk up to someone? Or tickle my roommate in the middle of the night as I crawl on top of them with an evil grin, only for them to shove me back and stick their foot on my face… Ah, shit. I got distracted.

Putting things to the side, I left the testing facility and returned to my small old murky green car in the parking lot. As I drove toward my parents house, I still couldn’t quite register what had just happened.

I awakened an X tier system. The BDSysteM.

Yes, Scarlet?

Didn’t mean to call you, sorry. This is so crazy.

My foot slammed the brakes as I almost crashed into a car seated at a red light, completely distracted by my thoughts.

This is not going well.

The rest of the drive was uneventful, having managed to pay enough attention. Pulling onto the right of the mid-sized two-car driveway, I tried to come up with a plan. How do I introduce this?

My eyes wandering around the exterior of the almost-4000-square-foot house, I struggled for ideas. I could… yeah. I don’t know. Deciding to go with the flow, I exited my car and walked toward the front door.

The paved path was lined with some bushes on either side as it hugged the gray house from the driveway until it turned right and led to the front door. 

Taking a deep breath, I pulled open the storm door and typed my code into the touchpad. The lock whirred and I opened the door.

As soon as I entered the familiar abode, my mom’s voice called out. “Scarlet? How’d the awakening go?”

“Good,” I shouted back in response, taking off my shoes. “I got X tier.”

“Lovely—eh?” My mom ran down the stairs beside the entryway and grabbed my shoulders. “What tier did you say?”

“X tier.”

My mom’s brown eyes bored into me and the last vestiges of her long black hair that mirrored mine from her run stopped swaying. I stared right back with my uniquely crimson eyes and couldn’t hold back a grin. A week prior she jokingly made a promise to me. “Planning on holding up your side of the deal?”

My mom’s face paled. “That-that was just a joke!”

“I don’t know…” I couldn’t stop grinning as I imagined my mom naked in the backyard, face flush with embarrassment, as she attempted to pee on a bush like a dog. If I remember her words correctly. “I recall hearing, ‘Hell, I’d piss on a bush if you get X tier.’”

“Oh god, please no,” she begged, shaking my shoulders.

My laughing had yet to cease, but I didn’t press the issue. There wasn’t any sexual excitement in seeing my mom piss on a bush, just second-hand humiliation, but…  maybe my dad would enjoy it? 

“Anyway, I’m planning on attending the academy. They told me to meet them there tomorrow morning. Although…” The man never told me a time to meet him. I guess I’ll just go at eight or something. “So, what’s for dinner?”

My mom scoffed. “Is that all you’re capable of saying? After what just happened?”

“Talking is hard.”

Sighing, my mom countered. “What would you like? You’re the star tonight.”

“I don’t know.”

We went our separate ways, me to my small room. My room was painted pink and filled with whatever plushies and anime figures I managed to afford, which wasn’t very many. My bed was in the far left corner, diagonal from the door, which when opened gave a perfectly unobstructed view. It makes those moments just a little more risky, and a lot more intense.

Laying down on my bed, I pulled out my phone and browsed around for some stories to read that I spent the next couple hours immersing in.

Once the clock struck six, I left my room and went to the kitchen where I found my parents chatting. My father was home now, he didn’t take the day off like my mom (I think she thought she’d have to comfort me), and, noticing me enter, stated, “I hear you’ve awakened an X tier.”

I nodded and sat in my seat on the back left corner of the table, where there were the most windows. He smiled from his seat, the back right corner, across from my mom, and raised his hand, plopping it down on my head and shaking affection into me. My hair got slightly messed up and I shot him a glare, using my hand to try and comb it back down.

Chuckling, he asked the same question my mom did. “What do you want for dinner?”

Our conversation went nowhere and we ended up eating some ravioli with pesto cooked by my dad.

That night I got very little sleep, way too eager for tomorrow. It still didn’t feel real yet. Going to the academy, having a strong system, they were all dreams that most have, myself included. My system on the other hand… why the fuck did I end up with you?

Because you’re a horny slut, my sweet Scarlet.