A week had passed since the run-in on the carriage.
After walking countless miles, both Syril and Stiletto were met with a firm scolding. It would have been even worse if Stiletto hadn't insisted on stopping at a store to purchase new clothing for Syril.
On the way back, Stiletto had considered the idea of his father seeing Syril in her current state, with the combination of her own sticky juices and the blood of her victims. However, it was much too soon for his father to suspect anything. If he truly wanted to break her, he figured he would have to wait a bit longer.
That was, if he hadn't already done so.
Anyway, Daeron had seemed more upset about the fact that they—specifically Syril—had been attacked. It almost felt as though the delay in finding a possible cure for Stiletto's mother was nothing more than an afterthought to him.
Truly a bastard...
In any case, the baron issued a command to Syril, forbidding her from leaving the house, or in most cases even his living quarters. In the past seven days, Stiletto hadn't seen her once. When he had closed the door behind him a week ago, he remembered her face still utterly void of emotion—as if she were processing something, yet failing to do so entirely.
Nonetheless, he was too preoccupied with other matters to give that strange scene much more thought.
He hadn't been placed under an order to remain inside the manor, but he wanted to form a plan. Soon, he would head out—most likely alone—and find the Library Goddess.
Enough delays.
"NnngGGhh—Sti—Stiletto—what're you—MmmNMh—thinking about~?"
Stiletto's eyes fluttered open, his vision filled with the sight of Mya's ample breasts bouncing forcefully against her ribs as she rode him with reckless abandon on his bed.
"Do you really want to know?"
He grinned, his hand connecting with a forceful slap against Mya's fleshy ass.
She seemed to have been really enjoying his extra half-inch of penis over the past week.
He only smirked when she mentioned it the first time, teasing her: "Do you really have the feeling of my cock memorized already?! Just a slight change raised an alarm for youuu~?" In response, she only smacked him on the arm as she continued to crash her fat asscheeks back against his purple pubes.
As Stiletto finished recalling the moment, she finally replied:
"Y—Yes~ Tell me~"
"I'm thinking about another woman."
Thrusting upward, he thought to himself:
'Technically a Goddess, but... same difference.'
Mya continued to fervently bounce, meeting his hard thrusts.
"W—Who is—MnnNNgGh—sh—she~?"
This was one of the many reasons he liked Mya so much. He was glad he'd been honest with her early on about wanting more than one woman. She didn't seem to mind, so long as he didn't abandon her.
Her husband, on the other hand, was someone she avoided whenever she could. At one point during the past week, she'd even fabricated an excuse just to stay overnight at the manor, sleeping in Stiletto's room.
Not that they did any sleeping.
It appeared that this woman had become addicted to his cock.
His voice filled with dark desire as he plowed into her from beneath, causing her to gasp and clench her inner walls around him.
Cumming, Mya's body shook deliciously as Stiletto continued to pound her from below.
"I'm—URrrGHh—not sure how to describe our relationship... but I plan on retrieving her—MmmNh—tomorrow."
Of course, he wasn't sure it would be smart to tell Mya that the Goddess was his slave. At least for now.
Mya bent down, her massive tits pressing against his chest as she struggled to catch her breath between words:
"I—I see~ Want me to—NnnNh—come with you?"
"No. No need. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
"But—"
"No buts. I'll be fine."
Flipping Mya over, Stiletto began drilling inside her, not giving her any room to think.
A quiet laugh escaped him as a humorous thought surfaced:
'I could stab you and give you a system though. Then, you'd be able to defend yourself!'
How stupid. Stabbing this gorgeous woman writhing beneath him was the last thing he'd ever do.
After making Mya cum one more time, Stiletto pulled out, his seed shooting all over her beautiful, erotic mounds. She reached down, scooping some of his cum into her mouth with a seductive gaze, and pulled him in for another passionate kiss.
He gave her a brief smooch, then pulled back.
"That's all you get for today. I've got something I need to do."
The curvy maid nodded obediently, slipping out from under his arms and reaching for her clothes. Routine, at this point.
"And what's that?"
"Visiting mother."
Mya jolted, and Stiletto caught it immediately, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
"What? Have you not visited her? Wait—let me guess..."
Her ears pricked sharply.
"...You feel uncomfortable talking to her, knowing her son's cock makes you scream all day~?"
"STILLETO—"
...
Stiletto was bounding down the halls, an amused look on his face from the reaction Mya had given him earlier.
He genuinely enjoyed spending time with her—and his stats proved it.
Counting the single instance with Syril, he'd gained 20 stat points in total over the last week, with the remaining 19 coming from Mya.
That night she'd stayed over proved to be quite lucrative...
Realistically, he could have earned more, but he chose not to cum inside her. He figured it would be a bad habit to develop.
Once the earned stat points were applied, his stat page looked like so:
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[Stats]
{Main Stats-}
Strength: 6
Agility: 7
Vitality: 4
Endurance: 2
Intelligence: 8
Luck: 16
{Added Stats-}
Spirit: 11
Charm: 0
Cock: 55/120
Touch: 10
{Earned Stat Points-}
0
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Stiletto chose to put 5 stats into Touch, 5 into Spirit, and 10 into Luck.
Raising his Touch had aided him in gaining stat points.
Using it once per day during his intimate sessions with Mya was, quite literally, a cheat code. Using it on a Mortal with maxed-out favorability guaranteed she came.
Hard—and without fail.
He had tested his Bloody Spirit skill as well. Mustering all his courage, he pricked his finger with a paperclip.
The results were about what he expected. At the Flicker rank—and with such a small amount of blood—he could only form minor weapons, like a hand axe or, ironically enough, a stiletto dagger.
If he tried to conjure anything larger, his theory was that he'd quickly become anemic at his current strength and Stage.
Finally, he allocated 10 points into Luck, simply because he felt that this early on, something intangible like luck mattered more than practical attributes like strength or agility.
He had no idea where the Goddess had been sent, but the fact that she hadn't moved in over a week suggested she was trapped somewhere.
And he'd have to run a damn marathon to get to her...
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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: 26.2 miles
(Touch the slave's body to claim and reveal the full description.)
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'I need to catch a carriage... hopefully this time one that doesn't get attacked.'
Concluding his thoughts, he knocked on the massive, grand door. He waited a moment for a response. Then, hearing none, he opened it anyway. It was as if it were a reflex deeply ingrained within his body.
The old Stiletto must have done this often.
As he stepped inside, the room greeted him with cold stillness—lifeless. Straight ahead sat a thin, frail woman, her eyes barely open. Her lips moved slightly, as if trying to form words.
Yet, no sound came.
His mother.
A deep pang of hurt and frustration struck his heart once more.
'URGH—Fuck... that's heavy.'
That inclination—it seemed this sight wounded the previous Stiletto above all...