This is the part where I tell you my life story and that I was chosen by the company to be one of the contractors to enslave bitches across the Multiverse.
Well, I would personally say, I would love to do that, my soul, but unfortunately, it got grabbed by someone who did not really like the company very much.
I couldn't get much from him, only that he disliked how much the company had expanded throughout the Omniverse and that I was chosen to help him "humble them," so instead of becoming a normal contractor, I became a bootleg contractor given a bootleg version of the Waifu catalog to choose from.
But with a lot of differences, like the fact that I couldn't use any templates or any Heritage, I also couldn't buy any other type of bindings except only the standard stamp, including the fact that I couldn't buy any slaves.
Also, a lot of perks were removed, so no world travel for me until my patron says otherwise.
For that reason, I decided to pick a low-power world but one where I could still gain power.
Opening my eyes to my new home as I look around my new room as my new set of memories is processed through my brain.
[System installing….]
My bonus from my sponsor after he removed some of the most powerful stuff from the company I could get to gain power.
[Ding!!! System functions: status, quest, WC]
[1. Status: Allows the host to see his status and all his obtained gifts and their mastery if they have one.
2. Missions: Allows the host to obtain missions from the system that when accomplished will grant the user rewards.
3. WC: Allows the host to use the company functions getting by the system maker]
All right I expected something more overpowered, but I guess this is the best I could get.
With that, I immediately clicked on my status.
Name: Jon snow
Race: human (Firstmen/High valyrian)
Strength: S
Dexterity: D
Stamina: C
Charisma: C+
[Perk: Sticky Fingers, Pocket Space, Body Tune-Up, Martial, Covert, Communication, Athletic, Sexual Calibration, Fertility Calibration]
[Skill: None]
[C is the average for your race EX is the max]
"Nice," I said as I looked at my stats. With my new jacked-up huge-ass body, I'm probably the strongest man in this world physically, probably even stronger than the mountain.
Body Tune-Up really is good, especially for a world like this, which is frankly weak.
But with my thoughts on the company, I decided to pull out my stamp out of my pocket space, which acted as an inventory since I didn't have a company device since it was mixed with my system.
I don't know how my sponsor managed to gain stuff from the company, but honestly, I'm not going to question it since I don't really care.
Pulling out a small black stamp, I look at the small item. Interested?
[Company Stamp - item]
All bindings ensure a companion's loyalty, friendship, and romantic and sexual interest in you, and nudge them in that direction toward your other companions. This permanent magical tattoo instills only the mental effects common to all bindings. To capture targets, you may apply this tattoo using a thumb-sized ink stamp. You can only have one stamp at a time, and only you and your retinue members can perceive the stamp when it's not in use. The inked part, on one end, contains the tattoo's core, a circular design that serves as your emblem. Stamping requires 3 seconds of sustained contact with the target's skin, from the stamper's perception, to start the tattoo-creation process. Newly applied tattoos require 72 hours to ramp up to their full effect, from the perception of the person stamped. Captured subjects and people they know will not notice a tattoo in progress until it completes itself, at which point they'll rationalize away its sudden appearance. If a tattoo's location is ever damaged or severed, its effects will continue, and it will reappear when the skin is regenerated or the body part replaced.
Jesus, that's a lot of fucking words, but at least it still works as I remember.
I could always get women to fall in love with me and get a love confession from them, getting them as capture, but I didn't know if it would work since I wasn't actually a contractor of the company.
I still have 45 credits I can spend, but right now I have the most useful stuff I could get. I could get a mental defense against mind control, but the information of my "possession" and systems and powers is protected by my sponsor, so no greenseer is going to be able to get that information out of me. That doesn't stop them from fucking with me.
I would have to capture Waifu if I wanted more credits, but I think only a couple girls in this entire verse give credits due to their tier; the rest wouldn't give me anything.
But thankfully, I had one in this castle that would.
-later-
Walking to the trading yard with my "brother" Robb and the cocksucker Theon Grayjoy.
"Come on, Snow, keep up!" Theon jeered, though I was right beside Robb. "Still half-asleep? Dreaming of some tavern wench?"
I didn't bother looking at him. My new memories supplied a constant, low-grade annoyance at his presence. "Cocksucker" was the right word for him.
"Leave him be, Theon," Robb said, and he clapped me on the shoulder. "Jon's just quiet today. Right, brother?"
"Something like that," I grunted, my voice deeper than I remembered. I was still getting used to the sheer mass of this body. My shoulders strained against the roughspun tunic, and I felt like a giant walking among children. I probably was, compared to them.
Well, probably not since the perk literally made them have the memory of me always having a larger body, so unlike Canon Jon, I wasn't insecure about my body since I was literally more muscular than Robb.
We reached the training yard. Ser Rodrik Cassel was already there, drilling some of the younger guards.
"Right then, lads!" Ser Rodrik called out, spotting us. "Don't just stand there gawking. Blades up! Robb, you're with Jory. Theon, you'll take against Jon."
Theon's smirk was insufferable. "Try not to bruise too easily, Snow." He snatched up a practice blade, giving it a few theatrical swings.
Quest added
[BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT SQUID]
Objective: defeat Theon Greyjoy
Reward: ???
I picked up my own sword. It felt... light. Like a toy. I had to consciously moderate my grip, afraid I might splinter the wood with my strength.
We took our positions. Theon wasted no time, lunging forward with a thrust aimed at my chest; it was like watching a leaf fall in slow motion. My body moved without conscious thought, a product of my new physicality. I didn't even parry. I simply sidestepped, the tip of his blade whistling harmlessly past my ribs. As he stumbled forward, off-balance from the missed thrust, I brought the flat of my own blade down in a casual, almost gentle tap on the back of his shoulder.
It wasn't a hard hit. But the force behind it, even moderated, was immense.
"Oof!" Theon grunted, his legs buckling instantly. He crashed face-first into the dirt, his sword skittering away across the yard.
Theon pushed himself up, spitting out dirt. His face was a mask of shock and humiliation, rapidly turning to anger. "You bastard!" he snarled, scrambling for his sword. "You got lucky!"
"Enough, Greyjoy!" Ser Rodrik,'s he said as he made Theon take some steps back.
After that, the training was uneventful.
Walking off, I decided to click on the mission that I completed and some notifications I gave.
[BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT SQUID] - completed
Reward: Perk [Process Analysis]
Skill added: [Swordsman –D+]
[Process Analysis]
It allow you to process information much better granting the user ability to process information and analyze information extremely efficiently.
"This is actually extremely great," I thought, as I knew that this could be useful in the future.
"Jon," I heard a voice as I moved my head, saying a small black-haired girl that I recognized.
"Arya Aren't you supposed to be with your lady Catelyn and Sansa?"
She scowled, a fierce little expression on her long face. "They're doing stupid things, so I ran off and came here instead." She bounced on the balls of her feet, her eyes wide as she looked up at me. "I saw you! With Theon! You knocked him down like he was nothing!"
"It was just a spar, Arya," I said, but a faint smile touched my lips as I messed with her hair.
With my other hand, I pull out my stamp from my pocket space as I place it behind her neck. "Jon, what are you doing?" asks Arya, a little uncomfortable as I hug her abruptly as I place the stamp on her.
"Just hugging my little sister," I said simply as I let the stamp hold affect.
After the seal was fully finished, I separated from her as I looked at her. She had a small blush on her face, damn. Hopefully I wasn't suffocating her.
After that, it was easy for me to simply play it off as she tried to get back at me. And I would only have to wait three days before the effect was complete, and then I could continue with more captures.
-later-
Check in the credits I gain. I had gained 6 credits, but that was mostly because the system thought they were faceless men. Arya, but that doesn't matter.
Ignoring that for now, I followed my "father" as he was taking me, Robb, Theon, and my younger brother Bran to see the guy from the Night's Watch who saw the others get executed. I think his name was Gared. Well, it's not like it's going to matter because he's going to lose his head very soon, at least after I finally get my Poke… I mean, dire wolf hopefully I will be able to unlock my skinchanger abilities without a fucking three-eyed crow entering my mind.
We stood in a loose half-circle, our horses tethered nearby, as Father dismounted. The deserter put a band on his knee.
Zooming out as the guy got his head cut off by my father, I let the same events happen in canon happen here since I couldn't do anything to gain more benefit from it.
As we made our way back, we stopped as my father saw a dead stag on the floor of the middle of the path we were taking.
As my father got on his horse's back, we did the same as Eddard moved to look at the dead animal. "Mountain lion…no, there's no mountain lion in these woods," said Eddard as he started moving his head around.
As we continued a certain path as we followed my father, we stopped as we saw a dead wolf on the floor.
A dire wolf, to be exact.
To be honest, he had to be impressed since dire wolves were extinct in his world, and like experts describe them, the dead dire wolf on the floor was fucking huge.
"It's a freak," said Theon as I controlled myself to not punch the idiot. "It's a dire wolf," corrected my father simply as he ripped the antlers out of the dead dire wolf.
"There's no dire wolf south of the wall," said Robb as he looked at the dire wolves, confused.
"Well, there are five of them," I said simply as I grabbed one of them and offered it to Bran.
"Where were they going? Their mother is dead," said Bran as he looked at my father.
"Better a quick death they won't last without their mother" my father said as he pulled out a dagger "right" said Theon as he also pulled out a dagger
But Robb stepped forward as he said, simply, "no," as he looked at our father.
"It is a mercy, Robb," Father said as he put away his own dagger.
"Lord Stark, there are five pups," I said simply as I looked at my father in the eyes, trying to act as natural as I could to try to convince him. "Five for the Stark children. The dire wolf is the symbol of your house. It is on your schedule; you were meant to have them." I finished, looking at Eddard in the eyes as he started looking around.
"You will train them yourselves, you will feed them yourselves, and if they die, you will bury them yourselves," Eddard finally said as he went back to his horse.
As I pass over all the dire wolves to Bran, he looks at me with confusion. "What about you?"
"I am not a Stark," I reply simply.
As we start walking back up into the main path we were taking, I hear a weird noise as I hear a wind sound.
That sound made my body tingle slightly as I moved my head as I started hearing the sounds of an animal.
YES, but that does confirm some magic bullshit, but fuck it, Blood Raven, keep mentally raping me; I can take it.
As I move down to grab my future albino buddy, the others turn their backs and look at me. "What are you doing?" asks Robb as I pull out a little white turd that immediately bites my finger.
"The runt of the litter," Theon said with a dismissive laugh. "That one's yours Snow."
-later-
After that night I had given my stamp to Arya to use it on her Catelyn and Sansa and Sansa friend Jeyne Poole.
I had gained five credits from the three of them.
I also capture that whore Ros from the show which was one of the reasons why I bought universal calibration but she unfortunately did not give me any credits.
She did have some nice tits and ass so it was a fun experience.
Nothing have really changed around here after I capture all the targets I wanted to capture, but there is one thing that I could say that it was much better then before.
"Ohhhh Jonnn..." Catelyn moaned wantonly rutted into her forcefully, his rigid manhood spearing deep into her womanly passage with each powerful thrust. She gasped and writhed beneath him on the bed, cheeks flushed crimson with shame and lust. Her hands flew to grasp his messy black hair as he buried his face between her large breasts, tongue flicking over her sensitive nipples.
His cock stretched her tight cunt deliciously, each stroke stoking the flames of her illicit desire higher.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" Catelyn cried, panting heavily. "You bastard! Claim my womb with your seed! Fill me up until I'm carrying your mongrel bastards!".
Damn, she still dislike me even with the mind control well not like it matters.
I gripped her hips bruisingly as I pounded into her, my balls slapped obscenely against her ass with each thrust. The lewd wet squelching sounds of their coupling filled the room.
"Beg for my cum, bitch!" I told her in her ear as my cock throbbing and ready to erupt. "Beg me to fill you with my bastard's seed!"
"Yes, yes! Please Jon!" Catelyn wailed, mindless with desperate need. "I need your cum inside me! Pump me full of your thick seed! Ruin me and breed me like your personal whore! Ohhhhh pleeease!".
As I throw my hips, I came inside of her using my Fertility Calibration impregnating her.
As she lays on the bed my cock got hard again. Time for round two bitch I told her as I slapped her ass, making her ass cheeks jiggle getting a moan out of her.
XxX
Just an idea been thinking about.
Starting World: A Song of Ice and Fire
You as Jon Snow (Substitute) of T3 -5 [135]
Bindings
Company Stamp free [135]
Lures
Sticky Fingers -5 [130]
Home Perks
Pocket Space -5 [125]
Talents
Body Tune-Up -5 [120]
Martial -10 [110]
Covert -10 [100]
Communication -10 [90]
Athletic -5 [85]
Defenses
Stress x2 -10 [75]
Body x2 -10 [65]
Wild x2 -10 [55]
Defenses discounted for retinue members +4 [59]
Misc Perks
Sexual Calibration -2 [57]
Fertility Calibration I -2 [55]
Universal Calibration -10 [45]