Mya lifted her head, swallowing every last drop of Stiletto's cum as he blew his load inside her mouth. She immediately collapsed, her jaw and body thoroughly claimed by her Young Master.
Stiletto nudged her to the side and smacked her ass before climbing off the bed to change back into his clothes.
"Don't lay there too long, okay~? You've got the house chores to catch up on since we've been busy with this. Make sure you get home on time for—"
Mya cut him off, her voice oddly void.
"James."
Stiletto nodded.
"Yes. James."
He leered one last time at Mya's voluptuous, sexy maid's body. And before walking out the door, he squeezed in a final word, designed to fluster the woman:
"Make sure to tell that guy you were an excellent maid today~"
Walking down the hall, Stiletto held his chest high, his thoughts racing as he made his way to Syril.
'I did it... I fucking DID IT!'
He had experienced the bliss of his first woman, and now nothing could stop him from seeking more of the same pleasure. Of course, he would never abandon Mya. If he weren't so cautious, he might have even gone so far as to say he loved her.
Which, at the moment, wasn't true.
Still, there was some kind of love there—he just knew it wasn't romantic. At least, not yet.
'But damnnn, she felt good~'
Stiletto waved as he walked past the front garden, spotting Syril at the gate—leaning against the post, one leg raised, arms crossed. The orange sundress she wore contrasted heavily with her stern, warrior-like demeanor.
It was actually quite cute.
"Took you long enough."
The dark elf's expression didn't change—if she was impressed, she didn't show it.
Stiletto playfully shrugged.
"Well, I'm here now, aren't I? It's—"
The words died in his throat as the system flashed into view:
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[Passive Skill 'Sage' Activated...]
Conditions met.
Would you like to convert the experience into a book?
(P.S.) At the Flicker Rank, this conversion opportunity will only remain available for four minutes. If the user chooses to continue on with whatever they are doing, the experience will be discarded, and this same experience can never be converted again.
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Additionally, due to the skill being at Flicker Rank... the user will undergo a punishment if the offer is declined.
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Catching Syril's confused look, he scrambled to finish his sentence.
"—Uh, uhm… better late than never, right?"
Syril only stared at him for a moment before walking toward her left, a carriage parked right in front of the gate. She stepped in, speaking without turning back:
"Get in. We're burning daylight."
Stiletto quickly accepted the system's conversion, snatching the thin book that had appeared out of thin air before anyone could notice, and followed her into the enclosed carriage.
Ducking his head as he stepped inside, he sat across from her, glancing down at the book's title: A First Time.
'Well... that couldn't be any less obvious.'
Syril raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't notice you had a book on you."
Calming himself, he responded:
"I actually love to read, I'll have you know."
She scoffed, turning her head to the side and resting her chin on her palm, clearly uninterested.
"I'll never understand such things…"
"That's fair. You don't seem like someone who would be."
She snapped her head back toward him.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Stiletto laughed under his breath.
"I'm saying it's only fair. Everyone has their own hobbies—and their own opinions of others. Just like you don't understand my love for books, I don't understand your infatuation with my father—feeding him grapes like he's some kind of king."
"I'm a slave."
"Of course I know that. But a slave doesn't have to do the things you do unless they're ordered to. And I seriously doubt he ordered something like that. His mental state might be incredibly fragile right now, but even for him… that feels excessive."
"You talk about your own father like this?"
He grinned.
"Ohhhh? So you do care about him?"
Syril scoffed again.
"What do you think? Need I restate my situation again for you to understand?"
"So you hate him?"
Her face froze. Speaking ill of her master would not only alert him and ruin her plans, but also inflict immense pain. Slave seals were no joke.
Still, that silence was answer enough.
Stiletto simply nodded, understanding.
He might have offered help—she wasn't terrible, all things considered. But he remembered how she'd treated him before. He sympathized with her circumstances, yet whether she stayed a slave or not… he found he didn't truly care.
An awkward silence settled over the carriage as it bounced along the rocky road.
The dark elf returned to her earlier posture—face turned aside, chin resting in her palm. Outwardly, she looked detached, but inside, she felt something entirely different. For the first time in a month, someone had acknowledged the pain, disgust, and anger she'd endured since becoming a slave.
She felt... seen.
While those thoughts settled, Stiletto quietly began reading. He tried to keep his expression neutral as warmth crept into his cheeks. Fortunately, Syril never looked his way.
The book detailed Stiletto's encounter, from the missionary start to the doggystyle passion, to Mya riding him, to the blowjobs. It covered it all, with a particular emphasis on the moments he came...
And this made him come to a realization.
'Shit... I filled her so many times. Will she get pregnant?!'
His worst fear. Becoming a father this early terrified him—he wasn't ready, not even close. He didn't feel like the man he wanted to be yet.
'I hope she knew what she was doing. Fuck. I got lost in the moment!'
As he closed the book, the system interrupted his thoughts with a question:
"Is the main male protagonist of the story fertile?"
'When will this ever stop...'
The most comical part wasn't the teasing—he'd long since gotten used to it—but the fact that the system hadn't even tried, posing a simple yes-or-no question. With no penalty for incorrect answers, his success was all but guaranteed.
Even so, he had a sneaking suspicion about the correct answer.
"Yes, he is."
Syril finally glanced back at him, his voice breaking the silence.
Stiletto waved it off lazily.
"Sorry. Thinking out loud."
She turned away again as Stiletto drew in a quiet breath.
The system rewarded him for the correct answer with a new skill:
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*NEW*
{Conditional Giver (Passive Ability)-}
Rank: Flicker
Description: Grants the user the ability to gain 1 stat point whenever they make a woman cum due to their direct physical actions. The system will award 2 stat points if the user cums inside the woman's womb, and none if the cum is anywhere else. The user now has access to new stats (check the stat page for details). The skill has the ability to evolve given the requirements are met.
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'BOOM!'
Stiletto was over the moon.
This skill was essentially free stat points—far safer than fighting beasts or throwing himself into danger. Still, he wouldn't shy away from those trials. He had no intention of remaining weak.
At his core, he still wanted a harem. And if he intended to keep one, he needed strength.
Immense strength.
Quickly, he went over his entire library of skills:
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{Fallen Goddess (Passive Ability)-}
Rank: Divine
Description: The lonely Goddess sat apart from her peers, surrounded yet somehow isolated. For the first time in her eternal life, she saw—and smelled—something that truly intrigued her. She had long consumed all the Knowledge in the universe, both Good and Evil, her Imagination stretching beyond every boundary. Yet not even the infinite Books floating through the cosmos contained anything as captivating as the sight before her.
After slipping away to visit the curious being herself, the once-bored Goddess felt a new spark flare within her. In that moment, she decided she would make it her personal pet.
But, in the end, the Goddess became the pet herself.
Slave: Library Goddess
Actual name: ...
Distance: 15 miles
(Touch the slave's body to claim and reveal the full description.)
{Toxic Benevolence (Active Ability)-}
Rank: Divine
Description: Grants the user the ability to bestow an artificial system upon another individual, regardless of race, gender, age, or Stage. The recipient gains an inferior version of the Host's system, including a Stat Page and Skill Page. They don't gain any skills, aside from any abilities they already possess. Stats will reflect the individual's existing physical and mental prowess.
The Host may enhance the recipient's stats directly, at a conversion rate of three Host stat points for every one granted. The Host may freely bestow skills; however, all bestowed skills will be inferior versions. If a bestowed skill is reclaimed by the Host, it will revert to its original form.
The recipient must reach certain conditions for the skill to activate. First, the target must possess maxed-out favorability.
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Second, the Host must stab the recipient. Should the system decide it is not deep enough, the skill won't be activated.
{Unworthy (Active Ability)-}
Rank: Apex
Description: Grants the user the ability to steal one random skill from another individual. This skill cannot be activated on targets of equal or lower Stage. Activation requires the user to receive willing, oral pleasure from the target for a continuous duration exceeding five minutes without ejaculating. The ability has the potential to evolve if the appropriate conditions are met.
{Watchful Eye (Active Ability)-}
Rank: Unique
Description: Grants the user the ability to discern an individual's name, stage, race, age, skills, stats, gender, height, and favorability toward the user. These details can only be seen if the user's stage is equal or higher than that of the target being appraised. The skill has the ability to evolve given that the user satisfies the required conditions.
{Sage (Passive Ability)-}
Rank: Flicker
Description: Allows the user to absorb the skills of others through books. When the user undergoes a qualifying experience, the system converts that experience into a written book. By analyzing the contents of the book, the user can acquire a corresponding skill, whose rank and properties will vary. The Host also gains an intuitive understanding of the acquired skill's function, receiving a description. The system determines what constitutes an "experience" and will notify the Host whenever the criteria are met. This skill is capable of scaling with the user.
{Conditional Giver (Passive Ability)-}
Rank: Flicker
Description: Grants the user the ability to gain 1 stat point whenever they make a woman cum due to their direct physical actions. The system will award 2 stat points if the user cums inside the woman's womb, and none if the cum is anywhere else. The user now has access to new stats (check the stat page for details). The skill has the ability to evolve given the requirements are met.
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He was incredibly pleased.
Though his top three skills weren't immediately useful, he knew he was fortunate to have received abilities of such high rank.
Speaking of his high-ranked abilities…
He still needed to claim his slave. That Goddess was out there somewhere, and he hadn't failed to notice that she seemed to have gotten closer. Or rather... he was getting closer to her.
Once he finished whatever errand he and Syril were running, he was hell-bent on taking a detour to find her. No matter the cost.
After all, he still owed her a proper reprimand—for that infuriatingly teasing system, and for daring to treat him like a pet.
Pushing that aside, he opened his stat page:
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(Page 3)
[Stats]
{Main Stats-}
Strength: 6
Agility: 7
Vitality: 4
Endurance: 2
Intelligence: 8
Luck: 6
{Added Stats-}
Spirit: 0
Charm: 0
Cock: 50/120
Touch: 0
{Earned Stat Points-}
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(Page 4) ...
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'Goddamn!'
It seemed to just keep getting better and better for Stiletto.
Then, suddenly, the carriage shook.