[ Eren's POV ]
I was totally exhausted.
After cursing my summons the whole damn day.
Yup, it was already 6 PM. I hadn't gone back for lunch because of the excitement of my new pets.
That excitement later turned into pure anger.
These bastards couldn't use their powers to perfection.
For Marcus, he did reasonably well. Showed off his swordsmanship, which didn't require much of his aura to execute.
SLASH. SLASH. SLASH.
He easily sliced through thirteen trees in the field.
'Sorry, environment. I'll fix this mistake by killing thirteen people to balance the oxygen.'
But Marcus's other skills? Those required aura. Significant amounts of it.
Similarly, Zenos the loud mouth. All his skills were based on his aura. And after my relentless testing, he was completely drained.
I had pushed him too much.
He was my greatest asset for now. So naturally, I cursed him with every single order I gave.
"That bastard doesn't even know his own power!"
I had yelled at him countless times today.
I said "Recall Void Charge!"
Nothing came.
I said "Use Holy Magic!"
Nothing.
"Dark Magic!"
That dummy didn't know it.
His stats clearly told me he could wield multiple affinities. And that "Forbidden Knowledge" skill?
My ass.
I said every single magic name I knew. From this world. From my previous world.
Firaga. Meteor. Thunder. Blizzard. Chain Lightning. Arcane Missiles.
That moron just stood there. Confused. Unable to perform a single one.
He only knew one skill.
One.
It was when I was completely frustrated, having exhausted every good spell and magic name I could think of, that I finally shouted "Fireball!"
FWOOOOSH!
He conjured a fire tornado.
Not a fireball. A goddamn fire tornado.
'Well, at least I got one attack out of him.'
I knew I needed to give him time. So I didn't punish or further torment the dead soul.
These summons were almost like puppets. They had no real feelings. No emotions. No desires.
Which made me realize something disappointing.
I wouldn't be able to fuck my own summons. Not until I got my hands on some SS or SSS rank summons who retained their consciousness.
My dream of fucking ancient beings. Hot chicks from centuries past. Legendary beauties preserved in summon form.
Gone.
For now.
'I can still buy some female summons and fuck them right away.'
But there would be no thrill in it. No pleasure. It would be like fucking a sex doll.
Which was my past now.
I had ascended to a new level.
Also, gooners have morals.
I don't fuck without consent. I don't force fuck.
There's no joy in it.
And don't you dare call the fucking of those sluts—my aunt and grandma—a forced fuck.
I gave them choices. Clear, fair choices.
And they were craving for my cock by the end.
So technically, I retain my ideals.
I looked at the sky.
It was getting dark. The sun had already dipped below the horizon.
Then realization hit.
'Fuck.'
'Mother would be too worried about me.'
'Shit. I haven't had my lunch. And it's late too.'
I got up immediately. Already broke the connection with my summons, letting them relax back inside my QUOR core.
Then I rushed home.
As I stepped inside the manor, I was greeted by a maid.
Angelica.
The prettiest maid in the entire household.
I had always admired her beauty. But never in a gooner way. Never in a fantasy way. Back then, I didn't have the means to even feel those things.
But now?
My perspective had completely changed.
I was seeing her as the perfect fantasy I had imagined countless times in my previous life.
'Fuck a woman in a maid costume.'
But now that I really looked at her, she wasn't just a maid.
She was a MILF too.
And on top of that?
A beautiful, busty, maid MILF.
The holy trinity.
"By the way, Angelica."
I kept my voice casual.
"How old is your child?"
"Young master, she will be six months in a few days."
"That's good to hear."
But inside, I was excited beyond measure.
'A young MILF. So fresh. So good to fuck.'
Then I realized it didn't really matter. All the women in this world were virgins anyway. The curse guaranteed that.
I pulled myself back from wild dreams to reality.
"Where is mother?"
Angelica's expression shifted slightly.
"She hasn't arrived since the afternoon, young master."
She clasped her hands.
"She went with the Steward for understanding the collection of rents and taxes. And also some other major administrative things."
She paused.
"Well, she did come back in between. Asked if young master had returned."
"And then?"
"After that, she left again. Said the local court needed her appearance."
"So looks like mother is too busy today."
I sighed.
"Hope she didn't overdo it."
Then another thought crossed my mind.
"Where are the others? Father, aunt, and all?"
Angelica's face became hesitant. Uncomfortable.
"Lady Beatrice... took all of them with her. To treat them in the Healers Halls."
'Understandable.'
After what I did to them, they definitely needed professional healing.
"Angelica, do we have some meal? I'm starving."
She bowed slightly.
"Just give me some time, young master. I will prepare it in no time."
[ Time Passed ]
I was laid in my bed.
Night had fully descended. The manor was quiet.
Beside me was mother. Deep in her sleep.
She had been too exhausted from all the work today. Passed out the moment her head touched the pillow.
So no motherly love tonight.
I wasn't talking about sex, of course.
Well, there was one thing I was certain of. Fucking her again wouldn't give me any more points now.
The system wasn't that stupid.
Otherwise, I would have just tied grandma to a bed and farmed points endlessly. With enough hard work, I would become the god of this realm in a week.
Keeping that aside...
I was feeling horny again.
Just thinking the word "fucking" triggered it.
It had been only one day since I got this superpower back. I had already fucked three women. Multiple rounds with that.
But my beast still wasn't satisfied.
It wanted more.
The itch was unbearable.
I removed the blanket. Then my pajamas. Then my underwear.
Started jerking.
But I didn't feel a thing.
No motivation. No stimulation.
No nude magazines. No poisonous novels. Just the ceiling above me.
'Tsk.'
I gave up.
Stood up. Decided to head to the bathroom. Cool myself down with some water.
But on the way, I noticed something.
Lights.
In the kitchen.
I took a few quiet steps toward the doorway.
And then I saw her.
Angelica.
Her enormous breasts were exposed. Hanging free from her uniform.
She was using a suction device. Pulling her breast milk out and storing it carefully in a glass bottle.
For her daughter, no doubt. She would take it home in the morning after her shift ended.
A mother's love. Preparing nourishment for her child even in the dead of night.
Beautiful.
Touching.
A devilish grin spread across my face.
'Sorry, little one.'
'Mommy won't be able to give you milk tomorrow as I am exhausting the factory.'
I stepped into the kitchen.