Chapter 769: System Goes Fucking Insane

Published Mar 30, 2026, 06:58 AM

Chapter 769: System Goes Fucking Insane [New Mission Generated!] Oh fuck no. [Mission: Liberation Emperor! Description: A mission with sub-missions aimed at making Master the Liberation Emperor as he has expressed desire to become. These missions will help Master liberate unsatisfied women beyond his current reach before he physically reaches them! Sub-Mission One: Pornstar! Description: Create an encrypted porn website and porn studio that will feature only Master as the male actor and women of Master’s choosing per their consent, including harem members if they agree. Note: System will ensure no male can ever view this site and will be selective about which women can join. Non-disclosure agreements will be required for each membership for actresses, from master’s end. Note 2: Master can choose how the site operates. System will only ensure no males are allowed to watch or join to keep Master’s women’s, actresses identities and bodies sacred.] I stood up. Abruptly. All four women looked at me like I’d lost my mind. But the system wasn’t done. [Women who join the website or become actresses for the studio will be evaluated. If they genuinely need liberation, they will generate SP upon satisfaction—either through sex with the Emperor (in the actresses’s case) or through masturbation satisfaction (viewers who are just watching). Master, this mission is extensive. When ready, Taboo will provide full details covering all requirements and potential loopholes. Warning: 90% likelihood that viewers will become devoted fans who will seek to be fucked by Master in person. Actressees who are not master’s women will join the harem with their conset.] I stood there, frozen, staring at nothing while my brain tried to process what the fuck the system just proposed. A porn site. Featuring me. And any woman who wanted to join. Encrypted so no man could ever access it. Generating SP every time a woman got off watching me fuck other women while she fingered herself. A liberation of its own kind! And a 90% chance those women would eventually show up wanting the real thing. The cock they watch on the site. Ready to ride it! Hahahahaha, here I was thinking of cucking the spineless modern men and the system was giving me a way to stimulate them and satisfy them without touching them. Make them crave the real thing so they might even seek me out. As if! I would seek them before they do! "Master," Taboo’s voice echoed in my head, amused. "It’s better you think about this later after you’ve calmed down and finished visiting the new mansion. This mission is extensive and requires strategic planning when you’re free of other worries." I nodded. Yeah. Yeah, I needed to sit with this one. Process it. Figure out if I was actually insane enough to— [Sub-Mission Two: Master of Toys and Kinks! Description: Women’s liberation in sexuality is vast. Its roots touch self-satisfaction and pleasure where women pleasure themselves out of need and hunger. But there is more—kinks, fetishes, desires discovered through sex, craving, lusting over a potential male figure, or self-pleasure from porn with toys, and other materials. Objective: Open a sex toy and kinks company that produces toys used exclusively by women for self-pleasure and kink exploration. Note: Each orgasm achieved using toys created by Master’s company will generate SP. Note 2: All toys must embody Master. Example: dildos molded from Master’s godly cock. AI sentient toys must be at least 30% modeled after Master’s appearance, voice, and personality.] ARIA’s laughter exploded in my head before projecting into the air as a hologram. Her avatar appeared above us—beautiful, sarcastic, absolutely delighted—and immediately started creating holographic models. First: a dildo. Not abstract. Not artistic. A perfect fucking replica of my cock. Every vein. Every curve. The exact length and girth that made women’s eyes go wide. Rotating slowly in midair, rendered in photorealistic detail complete with skin texture and that slight upward curve. "Oh my God," Amanda whispered. ARIA wasn’t done. Second: a male torso sex toy. Abs, chest, arms—my exact proportions. With that anatomically accurate cock attachment that could apparently move, thrust, respond to touch. The hologram demonstrated, the toy’s cock pumping in and out at variable speeds while ARIA giggled. "Jesus Christ," Priya muttered. Third: a full AI sex robot. My face. My body. My height. Standing in the air above us like some kind of synthetic god, eyes that glowed with artificial intelligence, lips that moved like they could speak. ARIA made it wave at us. The hologram spoke in my voice—deeper, the Eros version—saying, "Hello. I am the Liberation Pleasure Model 1. I am here to satisfy your every need." Margaret covered her mouth. I couldn’t tell if she was horrified or trying not to laugh. Fourth: what ARIA labeled as "The Companion Series"—smaller toys. Vibrators shaped like my fingers. Tongue toys molded from my actual tongue measurements. Anal plugs designed with my proportions in mind. Every. Fucking. Thing. A complete product line. The Peter Carter Sexual Satisfaction Collection. ARIA was laughing so hard she could barely maintain the holograms. They flickered as she lost control, her avatar doubled over in midair. "Oh Master," she gasped between giggles. "Those TWO GIRLS wants you to literally fuck every woman on Earth through sex toys! Not metaphorically—LITERALLY! You’re going to be inside millions of women simultaneously! You’re going to be the most fucked man in history without ever leaving your mansion!" She dissolved into laughter again, the holograms spinning around us like some kind of perverted product showcase. "And the best part?" she continued, wiping nonexistent tears. "Every single orgasm generates money (SP)! Every woman who buys your dick, uses it, comes from it—pays you! You’re monetizing your cock, Master! You’re making your penis a commodity! This is—this is—" She couldn’t finish. Just laughed harder. I sighed. Rubbed my face. Looked at the four women staring at the holographic sex toys floating above us with expressions ranging from fascinated horror (Reyna) to barely contained amusement (Amanda) to a sadistic but money calculating curiosity (Priya) to genuine concern (Margaret). "Taboo," I said aloud. "Explain the embodiment thing." "Master, the system is proposing toys that don’t just look real—they feel real. Consider this analogy: imagine you’re a fan of a celebrity. A company creates a toy modeled exactly after that celebrity—appearance, measurements, everything with just a few left out details. You purchase it expecting a replica. But when you use it, it doesn’t just look real. It feels real. Moves real. Responds real. The experience is indistinguishable from actually fucking that celebrity and..." I held up a hand. "I get the point." "Only in this case," ARIA added, still giggling, "it’s not celebrities women are buying or being bought. It’s you. Toys that fuck like they’re programmed to. AI companions that talk. Dildos that feel like your actual cock. You’re literally becoming a product, Master. A very expensive, very satisfying product." My stomach turned. "Wait. What if a man gets one of these toys?" The thought hit me like ice water. Some dude. Some random fucking guy. Walking into a store or ordering online. Getting his hands on a Liberation Pleasure Model. Taking it home. And then— My brain supplied the imagery against my will. Some hairy-assed man unboxing an AI sex robot with my face. My voice. My body. Turning it on. Hearing it speak, saying things like "I’m here to satisfy you" while this guy— Or worse. The dildo. My exact cock. Anatomically perfect. And some dude using it on himself. Shoving it up his ass while moaning, getting off on the idea that it was shaped like me, that it felt like me, that in some fucked-up way he was experiencing— "Stop," I said aloud, feeling genuinely nauseous. "Stop stop stop. I can’t—I need this thought out of my head right fucking now." The women were staring at me. ARIA’s hologram had stopped laughing, watching with amused curiosity. "What’s wrong?" Amanda asked. "Just—" I gestured vaguely at the air. "Imagining nightmare scenarios. Worst case shit. Men using toys designed for women. Men buying AI versions of me. Men—" I couldn’t even finish. The thought of some dude jerking off to an AI model. Or using a replica of my cock for his own purposes. Or worse— My skin crawled. My stomach churned. Everything about it felt wrong on a visceral, bone-deep level that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with pure masculine horror. "I don’t have issues with gay people," I said quickly, needing them to understand. "Seriously. Love is love. People should fuck whoever they want. I genuinely don’t care what consenting adults do in private."

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