Infinite Returns
Copyright© 2025 by TheSmartOne
Chapter 1: Ethan
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: Ethan - Ethan Yagami, a lazy young master, awakens the Divine Benevolence System—a power that rewards him for giving. While others fight and struggle, Ethan casually grows stronger by handing things away, turning generosity into unstoppable strength.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Romantic Slavery Fiction GameLit High Fantasy Mystery Magic Demons Politics
Earth — Yagami Household
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, casting golden streaks over the lavishly decorated chamber. Exquisite vases stood proudly on shelves, their intricate carvings shimmering under the warm glow. Velvet drapes, embroidered with gold threads, swayed gently with the breeze from the slightly open balcony door. The air carried a faint, crisp scent of fresh morning dew.
Nestled in the heart of this opulence was a large, canopy bed draped in silken sheets. And on that bed, sprawled like a carefree cat, lay a boy no older than ten.
His black hair, sleek and soft, fanned out over his pillow like the night sky against snow. His delicate features were framed by long lashes, his serene expression undisturbed, his breaths even. The morning chill did nothing to rouse him, nor did the gentle rustling of the curtains.
Tok tok—
“Young Master, are you awake?”
A soft, feminine voice echoed from beyond the grand oak doors. A moment of silence followed.
No response.
A sigh. The door creaked open.
A small figure stepped inside, her polished leather shoes tapping lightly against the marble floor. She had a petite frame, with neatly braided brown hair and sharp, inquisitive black eyes that sparkled with mischief. Her maid uniform was crisp, perfectly arranged, a reflection of her diligence.
Ellie folded her arms and observed the boy, who remained dead to the world, his chest rising and falling steadily.
She wasn’t surprised.
Her young master was the laziest person she had ever met. If there was an award for sleeping through important events, he would be the undisputed champion.
She walked to the bedside, hands on her hips.
Today was a big day. His big day. And here he was—sleeping as if the world itself didn’t exist.
A slow smile crept onto her lips.
Bending down, she leaned in close, her breath brushing against his ear. In a voice dripping with honeyed playfulness, she whispered,
“Young Master Ethan, the Lord is waiting for you in the Awakening Room~”
The effect was immediate.
Ethan’s eyes snapped open, revealing irises so vividly green they seemed to glow. Confusion flickered through them before understanding dawned.
He groaned.
“Ellie...” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. His voice thick with sleep. “How many times do I have to tell you? You can’t wake me up like that anymore. I’m a grown man.”
She tilted her head innocently. “Oh? But you wouldn’t wake up otherwise, Young Master.”
He shot her a glare, but it held no real malice.
Then, as if struck by lightning, he froze.
His head snapped toward the large clock by the wall. His breath hitched.
“Ellie.” His voice was suddenly shaky. “What time is it?”
She clasped her hands behind her back, rocking slightly on her heels. “The Lord has been waiting for you since early this morning, Young Master.”
A heavy silence filled the air.
Then—
“WHAT?!”