When I finally came to, the VIP room was completely swallowed in absolute, suffocating darkness. The heavy soundproofing blocked out whatever ambient noise remained in the club above, making it impossible to tell how much time had passed or what time it currently was.
I blinked sluggishly, my senses slowly rebooting. I turned my head and found the breathtaking, naked figure of Stella sprawled on the other side of the massive king-size bed. She was sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic cadence.
As the chaotic, heavily blurred memories of last night's marathon came rushing back to me, my breath hitched. I remembered the blinding purple light, the massive bat-like wings, the sheer, overpowering aura of demonic lust. I remembered the feeling of my very soul being aggressively vacuumed out of my body through a straw.
Damn, she really didn't spare me last night, I thought, letting out a heavy, incredulous sigh.
But as I lay there, waiting for the familiar, crushing weight of absolute exhaustion to pin me to the mattress, I realized something was profoundly... wrong. Or rather, profoundly right.
I sat bolt upright. I was completely steady. The intense, mind-numbing fatigue that had forced me into unconsciousness just hours ago had entirely vanished. In its place, I could feel an explosive, terrifying amount of raw strength coursing through my veins. My heart was beating with a slow, heavy rhythm that felt like a war drum.
Startled by this sudden, inexplicable surge of vitality, my new instincts immediately kicked in.
Status, I commanded mentally.
Instantly, the familiar blue holographic screen flickered to life in the pitch-black room, illuminating the space with a soft, ethereal glow.
Name: Samsara Yu Age: 17 years old Race: ?? Unique ability: Death with benefits Lifespan: 20,000 years New Attribute: Willpower (Manifestation)
I stared at the glowing white text, my jaw slowly dropping.
Wait a minute... 20,000 years? A new attribute?
The realization hit me like a physical blow to the chest. The system only triggered these massive, evolutionary leaps and lifespan extensions under one highly specific condition.
Wow. So when I passed out from exhaustion earlier... I didn't just fall unconscious. I actually, literally died.
I dragged a hand down my face, caught between profound shock and utter embarrassment. I had literally been sucked dry. Death by snu-snu wasn't just a meme; it was my actual, documented fourth cause of death. Stella had warned me that I was the absolute only person she could ask for this favor. I had naturally assumed she was just flattering me, or that she preferred a familiar face. But looking at the brutal reality of my system update, it was terrifyingly obvious: any other normal person—even a powerful supernatural—would have been completely drained of their life force and reduced to a withered husk by her full succubus awakening!
I let out a low chuckle, both deeply amused and entirely enchanted by the ridiculousness of my situation. I had survived, and the resulting boost in power was absolutely staggering.
Sensing the changes carefully, I focused inward. I could feel a distinct, entirely new source of power nestled deep within my consciousness. It wasn't physical strength or magical mana. It was something heavier. More fundamental.
Curious about its exact effects, I focused my mind on the new attribute line on the blue screen. Instantly, a block of detailed information flooded directly into my brain:
[Willpower - Manifestation]: The tangible strength of an individual's will. For normal beings, this power only improves infinitesimally when they are subjected to the brutal tribulations of existence and successfully overcome them. It is notoriously difficult to cultivate. However, since 'Death with benefits' improves the user holistically, the user's willpower is exponentially strengthened upon resurrection. It has now crossed the threshold of the mortal mind and reached the level suitable for physical manifestation.
I sat in the dark, entirely astonished by the implications. Affecting physical reality with sheer, concentrated willpower? That was the stuff of absolute legends. It meant I wasn't just a physical brawler anymore. My versatility had just skyrocketed, promising a lot of highly pleasant, lethal surprises for my enemies in the near future.
With a literal spring in my step, I slid out of the king-size bed and made my way to the luxurious en-suite bathroom. I cranked the shower dial, letting the scalding hot water wash over my muscular physique. As the steam filled the room, I leaned against the marble tiles, lost in deep thought about the crazy, accelerated evolution of my relationships with the two most terrifying women in Nebula City.
I was so deeply engrossed in my own internal monologue that my newly upgraded, superhuman senses completely failed to alert me to the little devil sneaking into the bathroom.
It wasn't until a pair of slender, soft arms wrapped securely around my neck, and a pair of generous, plush curves pressed flush against my back, that I violently snapped out of my daze.
"Did you wake up long ago?" Stella's sweet, breathy voice echoed right next to my ear. I could feel her soft breath tickling the nape of my neck.
"Nah, just a few minutes before you," I replied, a sudden shiver running down my spine as her hands roamed downward. "You just looked so peaceful, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up."
My explanation was entirely derailed as her hand wrapped firmly around my manhood, stimulating it with expert, terrifying precision. Thanks to my glitchy resurrection, my body was already fully recharged and practically vibrating with excess energy. I hardened instantly.
"Last night was really great," she murmured, her voice taking on that hypnotic, demonic resonance. "I awakened my succubus power entirely. I feel tenfold more powerful than before."
She stroked me faster, the friction sending electric jolts straight to my brain. My body grew tenser by the second.
"And for the first time in my entire life," she whispered, tracing her lips along my shoulder blade, "I feel completely, wonderfully stuffed with lust."
Oh god. I created a monster, I thought, my rational mind rapidly shutting down under her relentless assault.
Unable to take her highly stimulating hands for another second, I turned around, grabbed her by the thighs, and effortlessly lifted her off the wet tiles. I pinned her directly against the marble wall of the shower. She immediately wrapped her long legs tightly around my waist, her vivid purple eyes glowing with insatiable hunger.
Without a moment of hesitation, I pushed inside her. She let out a loud, echoing moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Grabbing her hips, I moved my waist, slamming into her repeatedly as the hot water cascaded over us. She matched my brutal rhythm perfectly, her fingernails digging into my broad shoulders. Soon, my grunts and her breathy moans were resonating loudly throughout the steamy bathroom.
Because we both possessed entirely inhuman, monstrous endurance, we went at it for another three solid hours.
We tried absolutely every single position her newly liberated, demonic libido could possibly think up. I finally satiated her bottomless hunger, and to my immense relief, this time I managed to do it without literally dying in the process. It seemed my continuously improving, immortal physique had adapted perfectly to her output. I didn't need to risk a system reboot every time we hooked up anymore.
We spent another hour just washing, hugging, and quietly caring for each other under the warm spray—a highly stimulating, sensual experience that very nearly triggered a third round.
We finally managed to drag ourselves out of the bathroom. Sitting on the plush sofas in the VIP room were neat stacks of designer clothes. It seemed Stella had telepathically asked Eric, the exiled fairy prince, to discreetly purchase us some fresh attire while we were busy destroying the shower.
I slipped into a sharp, tailored black shirt and dark jeans, while Stella donned a stunning, form-fitting crimson dress that clung to her curves like a second skin.
Soon enough, we stepped out of the VIP room and took the elevator back up to the main club floor.
The bustling, deafening scene of yesterday was nowhere to be seen. The club was quiet, the strobe lights turned off. Only Eric was present, casually supervising a few mundane employees as they moved heavy liquor crates and prepped the sprawling venue for the night's upcoming crowd.
He spotted us walking toward the bar and immediately abandoned his clipboard, strolling over with a highly suggestive, shit-eating grin plastered across his flawless face. He wiggled his blonde eyebrows directly at Stella.
It seemed that because Stella constantly teased him about his scandalous, romantic exile from the Faerie Realm, he found this to be the absolute perfect opportunity for some payback.
"Hello, lovebirds. I trust you spent a splendid evening?" Eric purred, leaning casually against the polished counter.
"Why, thank you, Eric, for your deep concern. We indeed enjoyed ourselves," Stella replied.
I had to profoundly admire her efforts to thicken her skin. Even though she was feigning perfect, aristocratic indifference, the tips of her ears were burning a bright, vibrant red.
"Is that so?" Eric continued, his grin widening until he looked like the cat that caught the canary. "I bet it was exceptionally good. In fact, every single sup in the building last night felt massive, suffocating waves of demonic lust sweeping through the entire club. It frightened half of them into thinking doomsday was upon us."
Stella looked increasingly horrified, her flush deepening rapidly.
"But that's not all!" Eric laughed, entirely unable to hold back his amusement. "That heavy wave of power actively affected the patrons. It made all the sups start aggressively humping each other on the dance floor! Let's just say that a lot of our private rooms were fully booked and heavily used last night!"
"Fine!" Stella snapped, entirely abandoning her cool facade.
Her purple eyes flared with a highly dangerous, brilliant light, and a heavy, oppressive wave of raw magical power rolled off her body, making the nearby liquor glasses rattle violently on their shelves.
"I'll stop mentioning your highly embarrassing exile to the mortal realm, in exchange for absolutely zero mentions of last night ever again!" she threatened, her voice dropping to a demonic hiss. "Are we clear?!"
If Eric knew what was good for him—and considering he was staring down a fully awakened, highly volatile succubus—the only acceptable answer was absolute surrender.
"Limpid, of course. Absolutely nothing happened," Eric replied with fake, exaggerated solemnity, raising his hands in surrender.
Stella finally reigned in her terrifying aura, smoothing out her crimson dress. We quickly said our goodbyes to the highly amused bartender and exited the Drunken Moon.
Stepping out into the alleyway, the bright afternoon sun hit my eyes. It was already 4:30 PM. We hopped into my pristine, pixie-restored sports car, and I began the long drive out of the city to take Stella back to the White estate.
As we navigated the winding, forested mountain roads, I glanced over at her.
"Is Atticus going to cause trouble for you over the fact that you didn't come back last night?" I asked, slightly worried about the psychotic mage's reaction.
"Nope, not really," she answered lightly, playing with the AC vents. "Sometimes I go stay with Chloe for days on end before he finally loses patience and forces me to come home. So one night is perfectly fine."
When we finally arrived in front of those massive, imposing iron gates, I parked the car. We both stepped out onto the cobblestone driveway.
Stella walked right up to me, wrapping her arms securely around my neck. Standing on the tips of her toes, she pulled me down and gave me a fiery, desperate kiss. I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest, and responded with the exact same burning passion. This girl possessed a terrifying, innate ability to completely ignite my desire in a matter of seconds.
We eventually separated after a heavy, breathless making-out session right there on the sidewalk.
I looked down at her, once again completely amazed by her otherworldly beauty. With her blonde hair floating gently in the evening wind, her flushed face, and her enticing, glowing purple eyes, she was absolutely irresistible.
She caught my dazed expression and smiled warmly, leaning in to place one final, soft kiss on my cheek.
"Thank you for the beautiful date, Samsara," she whispered softly. "When I manage to sneak out of here again, let's do it all over."
She turned around and approached the gates. The massive, shimmering magical barrier protecting the manor seamlessly parted to let her in, immediately snapping shut behind her. She offered me one last wave before disappearing behind the heavy iron bars and walking up the long driveway.
I stayed leaning against my car for a few minutes, watching the gothic manor until I couldn't see her anymore. Finally, I slid back into the driver's seat, started the roaring engine, and began the long drive back to my Arkum district penthouse, feeling infinitely stronger, significantly more entangled in supernatural politics, and absolutely ready for whatever insane challenge the universe decided to throw at me next.