Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency-Chapter 25: Uniques. Unapologetic Decision

Justin was hyped for the Uniques. He didn't know why, but something in his gut told him these weren't just fancy skills—they were straight-up ripped from fantasy, the kind of powers that could carry him through whatever insane journey he was about to face. That's why the system called them Uniques, right?

Before he could even process the thought, the system did its thing.

[Ding!

Lustful Uniques

Ultimate Cock – $25M

Lust Embodiment – $50M

Siren's Kiss – $20M

Incubus' Pact – $35M

The Devil's Whisper – $40M

Aphrodite's Favor – $15M

Eros' Chains – $60M

Carnal Domain – $100M!

[Ding!

Veiler can spend 100 points to view a Unique's full description, including usage, limitations, and a vivid mental demonstration. This allows seamless mastery without the need for personal experimentation!]

Justin almost wanted to complain. Paying just to read a damn description? What kind of capitalist hellhole was this? But then the system kept talking, and suddenly, he had no reason to bitch. This was peak design. No trial and error, no messing around trying to figure things out—just plug in some points, and boom, instant mastery.

His eyes flicked across the list, his expression sharp, calculating. He could already guess what most of these did. Like, Ultimate Cock? Bruh. No one needed a PhD in fantasy bullshit to figure that one out. But some of the others? Yeah, those had layers. Incubus' Pact? Probably some kind of power contract. The Devil's Whisper?

That screamed mind control. And Carnal Domain? A hundred mil meant it had to be absolutely busted.

Still, the smart move was not to blow all his points just to satisfy his curiosity. Let's not be a dumbass. He needed to strategize. A smirk curled at his lips, the kind of expression that made people uneasy—charming, but in that you-should-probably-run way.

"Alright then," he murmured, cracking his knuckles looking intensely on the list.

Yeah, he had a general idea of what they might do, but the full scope? Nah, that would take more than just a gut feeling. Lucky for him, he wasn't about to blow his IP points on blind guesses. He could save those for when he really needed the details.

[Ding!

The Veiler can only pay for the description of what he can buy with his current money!]

Goddamn, this system really loved rubbing it in, huh? Justin narrowed his eyes at the list again. Aphrodite's Favor at 15 million, Siren's Kiss at 20 million... and that was it. He could afford one, and then he'd be broke as a joke again. Fuck.

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"Alright, you sneaky bastard," Justin muttered under his breath, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling. "I see you flexing, but I'm not gonna play your game just yet."

He wasn't in any rush, honestly. He could buy one of these, sure, but he didn't exactly need either right now. He didn't even have a damn plan or target yet.

And sure, these Uniques would smooth things out—give him a leg up, but he wasn't the type to make impulsive moves. Hell, if he was gonna blow his cash, he'd rather grab some real estate. Not that these things wouldn't help him conquer women or whatever, but that was a cakewalk right now with his current charm. Some people might think it was all about the chase, but Justin? He didn't need to think with his dick. He had more important things to focus on.

His lips twisted into a smirk as he let the thoughts swirl around his head. Yeah, empire building wasn't done on a whim. He couldn't just rush in—he needed money, and he needed it fast.

Justin was out here trying to think like some rational businessman, weighing shit up, planning moves, considering his options. But why? Why the fuck was he doing that? He wasn't some old-head in a tailored suit, sipping whiskey, making "wise" decisions like he had a mortgage and a family to feed.

He was a teenager. He had time. He had freedom. And most importantly—he had desires.

People would judge him for choosing this over land? Over some grand strategy for the future? Fuck them. What did they know about real empire-building? Nothing. Not when his little cock , his dick could pull in more than the $15M he would drop in few hours of pleasure—if he played his cards right.

How did he even make that $15M and more in just a few hours? By busting his ass in some office? Grinding away in a suit? Hell no. He made that money the fun way. Through pleasure. Through his cock power. His charisma. His little cock and manipulation.

So why stop? Why hesitate? Why even pretend to give a shit about what anyone else thought? He thinks with his dick? Fuck that! Who cares when there are millions to be taken. Money he could make with pleasure, money that would take others years to make he can make them in hours or a few days if it stretched.

He'd do this again. And again. And again. No regrets. No doubts. Just stacking wins while everyone else was too busy playing life on hard mode.

And when the billions started rolling in, when Black Veil was sitting at the top, when he was untouchable, those same dumbasses who doubted him would be left stammering, "Oh, so that was his plan all along!"

Yeah. No shit.

"I will never doubt myself. Ever. I'll be reckless. I'll be impulsive. I'll be whatever the fuck I wanna be—if it gets me to the top. Fuck whoever I want. I didn't get this system to turn into some boring-ass, old-money gentleman. Nah. I'm young and wild. And that's exactly how I'm playing this game.

"Why care about what others think? Qué importa?" Justin muttered, shaking his head. "I can't let myself get distracted. Gotta keep my eyes on the prize." He grinned at the system screen, then back at his dwindling funds. Money's everything right now... "I can't think with my dick? If I rush this and start stacking these things... Nah, fuck that. Money. I need money right now. And there's one way for that!

"Alright, fuck it. System, buy Aphrodite's Favor."

[Ding!

Purchasing Aphrodite's Favor. Can I purchase the description? This will...]

"I know, I know," Justin grumbled. "Just do it already!"

[Ding!

Description of Aphrodite's Favor purchased. Sending directly to your mind now.]

Justin leaned back in his chair, a smirk still playing on his face as the information flooded into his mind. He didn't need to rush; he had time.