SSS-Ranked Lust System: Taming Beauties Is My Calling

Something opened its eyes.

David felt it.

Not beneath him.

Not somewhere in the ruined facility.

Inside.

His body went completely still.

The older version of himself remained on the other side of the broken floor, one hand gripping the concrete.

His eyes were fixed on David.

"Don’t."

David swallowed.

"Don’t what?"

"Don’t listen to it."

David’s breathing slowed.

The voice inside his head came again.

Not words this time.

A breath.

A slow, deliberate inhale that didn’t belong to him.

David’s fingers curled.

"Who is it?"

The older version shook his head.

"You don’t want to know."

"That’s becoming a pattern."

Samuel stepped forward.

"David."

David didn’t look at him.

"Not now."

"Listen to me."

"I’ve been listening to you for years."

Samuel stopped.

David finally turned.

"Every answer you’ve given me was incomplete."

Samuel’s jaw tightened.

"Because you weren’t ready."

"I was twelve."

"You were twelve."

"And you still decided I should be kept in the dark."

"Because knowing would have killed you."

David stared at him.

"Maybe I should’ve been allowed to decide that."

Elaine lowered her weapon.

"David..."

He looked at her.

She couldn’t meet his eyes.

That hurt more than he expected.

"You knew too."

Elaine said nothing.

David nodded slowly.

"Right."

A pressure spread through his chest.

The white energy covering his arms flickered.

Then turned black.

David looked down.

The color moved beneath his skin like ink dropped into water.

His veins darkened.

The system appeared.

[External Consciousness Synchronization: 36%.]

[Warning.]

[Host identity interference increasing.]

David stared at the notification.

"Identity interference."

The older version of himself looked at the system.

"You shouldn’t be seeing that."

David looked back at him.

"Why?"

"Because the system wasn’t built for this."

Samuel’s expression hardened.

"Don’t tell him that."

The older version laughed quietly.

"You’ve spent years telling him lies. You don’t get to decide what he hears now."

Samuel moved.

David raised one hand.

"Stay where you are."

Samuel stopped.

The command hadn’t been loud.

It hadn’t needed to be.

White light flashed across David’s palm.

Samuel’s eyes widened.

David stared at his own hand.

"I didn’t do that."

The older version shook his head.

"You did."

"No."

"Something inside you did."

David’s fingers slowly closed.

The pressure in his chest increased.

He could feel another presence pressing against the inside of his thoughts.

Not attacking.

Waiting.

Like it knew he would eventually make room.

David shut his eyes.

For a moment, he saw darkness.

Then a room.

A long table.

Seven people sitting around it.

None of their faces were clear.

At the center of the table was a small glass container.

Inside it—

A child’s hand.

David opened his eyes.

His breathing had changed.

"Seven."

Samuel’s face went pale.

David noticed.

"You know that number."

Samuel didn’t answer.

"Of course you do."

David stepped closer.

"The seven gates."

Samuel’s expression remained still.

"The seven circles."

Nothing.

"The seven points."

Still nothing.

David’s eyes narrowed.

"And the seven people who decided what I was."

Elaine looked at Samuel.

"Tell him."

Samuel didn’t move.

"Samuel."

He finally sighed.

"They weren’t seven people."

David waited.

"They were seven bloodlines."

David’s expression tightened.

"The Royal Bloodlines."

Samuel nodded.

"The first seven."

David looked at the older version of himself.

"You knew."

"I was there."

"At the table?"

"No."

He looked toward the darkness beneath the broken floor.

"Inside the experiment."

David’s stomach tightened.

"You were part of it."

The older version smiled bitterly.

"I was the result of it."

A crack spread across the floor.

The thing below shifted.

David looked down.

The older version immediately shouted.

"Don’t look at him."

David ignored him.

The older version’s expression changed.

"David."

The hand gripping the floor tightened.

"Whatever you do, don’t let him make eye contact."

David stared.

"Why?"

"Because he’ll remember for you."

David’s face hardened.

"What does that mean?"

The older version didn’t answer.

The thing below slowly lifted its head.

David saw the scars first.

Then the eyes.

His own eyes.

But there was nothing human behind them.

The older version whispered:

"That’s the part they couldn’t separate."

David looked at him.

"You said I was survival."

"I lied."

"Why?"

"Because if I told you what I really was, you would’ve destroyed me."

David stared.

"Are you another piece?"

The older version nodded.

"Yes."

"Which one?"

A pause.

"The witness."

David frowned.

"The witness?"

"I remember everything."

The words settled heavily.

David looked at Samuel.

"You knew that too."

Samuel closed his eyes.

"Yes."

David laughed once.

It came out bitter.

"So everyone remembers except me."

"No."

The older version looked at him.

"You remember."

David frowned.

"You just don’t know that you do."

The system flickered.

[Internal Signature Conflict.]

[Memory Partition destabilizing.]

[Primary Identity: David.]

[Secondary Identity: Unknown.]

[Third Identity: Unknown.]

David stared at the last two lines.

"Unknown."

The older version’s expression changed.

"They’ve started waking up."

"Who?"

The answer came from behind David.

A child’s voice.

"Me."

David turned.

The twelve-year-old version stood in the corridor.

His bare feet were covered in blood.

He looked terrified.

David crouched slightly.

"What happened to you?"

The boy shook his head.

"They’re coming."

"Who?"

The boy looked toward Samuel.

"The people who made us."

David turned.

Samuel’s face had gone rigid.

Elaine raised her weapon.

"Samuel."

"I know."

The facility lights suddenly came back on.

Every single one.

The corridor became painfully bright.

A series of mechanical locks clicked somewhere ahead.

One.

Two.

Three.

David counted without thinking.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

The final lock opened.

A door at the end of the corridor slowly slid apart.

Behind it was another chamber.

David stared.

There were no machines inside.

No restraints.

No cables.

Only seven chairs.

Six were empty.

One was occupied.

A woman sat in it.

Her hands rested calmly on the armrests.

Her white coat was stained with old blood.

David stopped breathing.

He knew her.

Not from memory.

From somewhere deeper.

"Mom."

Elaine’s head snapped toward him.

Samuel went completely still.

The woman opened her eyes.

She looked exactly as David remembered.

Except she wasn’t twelve years younger.

She wasn’t older either.

She looked exactly the same.

As if time had never touched her.

David took a step forward.

The woman smiled.

"Hello, David."

His chest tightened.

"You died."

"I did."

"Then you’re not real."

"No."

She looked at the older version of David.

"Neither is he."

The older version looked away.

David stared at her.

"Why are you here?"

"Because you finally remembered me."

"I didn’t."

"You called me Mom."

David froze.

He hadn’t realized he’d said it.

The woman smiled gently.

"That was enough."

Samuel stepped forward.

"Don’t speak to him."

The woman looked at him.

"You’ve been doing that for sixteen years."

Samuel’s face tightened.

"And look what happened."

The woman laughed softly.

"Exactly."

David looked between them.

"You two knew each other."

"We did."

"She was part of the experiment."

The woman shook her head.

"No."

David frowned.

"I was the reason for it."

The room went silent.

The woman looked directly at David.

"They didn’t create you."

David’s heartbeat increased.

"They found you."

The system appeared.

[Origin contradiction detected.]

[Unable to reconcile current information.]

David stared at the message.

"Found me where?"

The woman glanced toward the floor.

"Beyond the seventh gate."

David’s eyes narrowed.

"What’s beyond it?"

She didn’t answer.

The thing beneath the facility moved.

A deep vibration passed through the floor.

The woman looked toward the ceiling.

"He’s awake."

David’s skin prickled.

"Who?"

She looked at him.

"Not who."

A pause.

"What."

The pressure inside David’s chest suddenly doubled.

He grabbed his shirt.

His knees buckled.

The boy screamed.

Version Zero dropped to one knee.

The older version gripped the wall.

All three reacted at once.

David’s vision blurred.

Three voices entered his mind.

The child’s voice.

Don’t let him take me.

Version Zero.

Fight it.

The older version.

Remember.

Then a fourth voice spoke.

Calm.

Patient.

Almost amused.

You don’t need them.

David froze.

The voice continued.

You never did.

His heart pounded.

"Get out."

The voice laughed.

This is my body.

David clenched his teeth.

"No."

It was mine before you knew what a body was.

David’s vision flashed.

He saw darkness.

Not the darkness beneath the facility.

Something older.

A vast empty space.

Seven doors floated within it.

Six were closed.

One was open.

Behind the open door stood a figure.

David couldn’t see its face.

But he knew it was looking at him.

The figure raised a hand.

David’s body moved.

His own hand lifted.

The woman in the chamber shouted.

"David!"

He stopped.

His hand was inches from his own face.

White light covered his fingers.

Then black.

The colors fought across his skin.

David screamed.

The system flashed repeatedly.

[Integration: 42%.]

[Integration: 48%.]

[Integration: 53%.]

[Forced integration accelerating.]

[Primary identity destabilization.]

David fell to his knees.

"No."

The boy ran toward him.

"David!"

The older version grabbed the boy.

"Don’t touch him!"

"He’s hurting!"

"I know!"

David looked up.

The boy was crying.

Version Zero stood behind him.

The older version looked terrified.

And his mother—

She was smiling.

David noticed.

"You’re not scared."

Her smile disappeared.

"I’ve been waiting too long to be scared."

David stared at her.

"You wanted this."

She said nothing.

"You wanted me to remember."

Still nothing.

"You knew this would happen."

The woman looked at him.

"I knew something would."

David pushed himself upright.

His legs shook.

"But you didn’t know what."

Her expression changed.

Just slightly.

David saw it.

Uncertainty.

For the first time.

"You don’t know."

The woman didn’t answer.

David laughed quietly.

"Neither do you."

Samuel looked at him.

"David."

David ignored him.

He looked at the woman.

"You said they found me beyond the seventh gate."

"Yes."

"Then they didn’t create the thing inside me."

"No."

"They didn’t put it there."

"No."

David’s eyes narrowed.

"It was already there."

The woman nodded.

"Yes."

David looked toward the floor.

The enormous eyes beneath the facility opened.

But this time, David didn’t feel fear.

He felt recognition.

The voice inside him became clearer.

Finally.

David closed his eyes.

The presence wasn’t beneath him.

It wasn’t beside him.

It wasn’t even inside his body.

It was deeper.

Buried underneath every memory.

Every thought.

Every identity.

Something that had been there before David had a name.

Before he had a childhood.

Before he had learned to speak.

David whispered:

"You’re the original."

The facility went silent.

The woman’s expression changed.

Samuel lowered his head.

The older version closed his eyes.

The boy stopped crying.

Even Version Zero went still.

David opened his eyes.

The voice answered.

No.

David’s expression tightened.

I am what existed before the word original.

A pulse went through the facility.

Every machine activated at once.

The seven chairs in the chamber began glowing.

Six empty chairs.

One occupied.

The woman stood.

For the first time, David saw fear in her face.

"David."

He looked at her.

"Run."

He almost smiled.

"You’re telling me to run now?"

She shook her head.

"Not from me."

Her eyes moved toward him.

"From yourself."

The seventh chair cracked.

A black line spread through the metal.

David felt the same crack appear across his palm.

The system appeared.

[Origin Layer Unsealed.]

[External Consciousness Synchronization: 61%.]

[Internal Consciousness Synchronization: 79%.]

[WARNING.]

[Primary Host Identity no longer guaranteed.]

David stared at the final line.

Then the boy spoke.

"David."

He looked over.

The child was staring at him.

His expression had changed.

He wasn’t afraid anymore.

He looked relieved.

"What’s wrong?"

The boy smiled.

"You finally came back."

David’s blood went cold.

"What?"

The boy disappeared.

Not vanished.

Returned.

Like a memory being pulled backward.

The older version disappeared next.

Then Version Zero.

The chamber emptied.

David stood alone.

His mother was gone.

Samuel was gone.

Elaine was gone.

The seven chairs were gone.

The facility was gone.

There was only darkness.

And seven doors.

David stood before them.

Six were closed.

One was open.

He stared at the open doorway.

The voice spoke again.

You wanted to know what you are.

David didn’t move.

Come inside.

He looked at the six closed doors.

"What happens if I don’t?"

Silence.

Then:

Then you remain David.

David frowned.

"That’s supposed to scare me?"

The voice didn’t answer.

David looked at the open door again.

He took one step forward.

Then stopped.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"No."

The darkness shifted.

David raised his head.

"If you wanted me to walk through that door..."

His eyes hardened.

"...you wouldn’t have left it open."

For the first time—

The voice inside him went silent.

David smiled.

"Your turn."

The seventh door slammed shut.

And every other door opened at once.

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