He walked out of the summoning chamber with his pants barely pulled up, the fabric still sticky from Marrianetta's spit and the massive load he had just dumped down her throat. His huge cock was still half-hard, twitching against his thigh with every step, sending little aftershocks of pleasure up his spine that made his knees feel weak.
Holy shit, that blowjob had been insane. The way her long tongue had wrapped around him like a living cock ring, the sloppy glucking sounds, the way she gulped down every thick rope like it was her favorite meal. He could still feel the ghost of her throat convulsing around his girth, and part of him wanted to turn right back around and order her to do it again. But no, he had to think. He had to figure out what the fuck all of this meant now that he was officially not a virgin anymore.
He walked down the long stone hallway of his new overlord castle, the pure black sky visible through the open arches above, and started thinking.
What were the implications?
Since Marrianetta was his creation, summoned straight from the system with his own mana and commands, was she technically his daughter? Like, did that make the whole thing some fucked-up incest shit? Nooo, it doesn't work that way… does it? He muttered to himself, voice echoing off the walls. "Come on, John, she's not blood. She's not even human. She's a servant. A hot, tongue-wrapped, cum-guzzling servant built to please you."
But the thought kept nagging. Hmmm… or step-daughter? Since she wasn't created with his DNA or anything, just pure system magic. But eww, fucking your step-daughter just sounds weird as hell. He shook his head hard, trying to knock the idea loose.
"Best not to think about it," he said out loud, even though no one was around to hear. "She called me master, not daddy. And that load I fed her? That was pure overlord power, not some family reunion crap."
He stopped for a second, staring up at the pure black sky that stretched forever above the castle It was TOO BORING! Just endless void with zero stars, zero clouds, zero anything to look at. He wanted neon lights or some hentai billboards or at least a couple moons, but right now it was just black nothing staring back at him. But he was too lazy to do anything yet. His body still buzzed from the orgasm, legs shaky, balls drained but already starting to refill thanks to that Hentai Level Cum Reserves skill. Now he had no idea what to do next. Except create more summons? He paused, rubbing his chin. "Nah, that's grounds for an eventual fuck," he told himself, voice low and serious like he was making a royal decree. "One servant and I'm already balls-deep in her throat. Two more and I'll be running a whole harem dungeon before lunch."
But maybe he could create a purposely ugly summon? Something gross and lumpy to avoid temptation. He laughed at himself right away. "No, dumb idea. Due to my skill 'A Hole Is a Goal,' that stupid fucking skill by the way, I was likely to get horny anyway." He remembered the skill description flashing in his head the first time it activated: any hole, any creature, any gender, his massive cock would find a way to enjoy it. "Great, so even if I summon a walking trash bag with three eyes, I'd probably end up bending it over and pounding away while the system cheers me on. Plus then again… what wouldn't he fuck?" The question hit him hard. He hated lolis, always had, the whole underage vibe made his stomach turn even in hentai. So he could make a loli summon just to test the limits, but then to anyone else he would just look like the weirdo who has too many lolis hanging around his castle. "Imagine the rumors," he muttered, pacing now. "Overlord John, king of the flat-chest brigade. No thanks."
Maybe guys? He thought about it for a second. Nah, he would've fucked Lui if he asked, that cocky bastard from the slave village life who always teased him. So I guess that makes him… bi? He stopped walking and leaned against the cold stone wall, cock giving another lazy throb at the memory. "Not really, though," he said to the empty hallway. "I apparently 'transcended sexuality' so nothing fits. The system said it clear as day: your desires are beyond labels, master. You fuck what feels good. You fuck what serves you. You fuck what makes the miasma counter go brrr." Ughhh this sucks. The thoughts kept spinning, making his head hurt and his dick twitch at the same time. If only there was a way to take that anger out on something. All the frustration from years of being a gooner virgin, all the bullies, all the people who laughed at him, all the shitty bosses and ex-friends who never gave him a chance. He needed an outlet. Bad.
Suddenly the rage boiled over. He clenched his fists and took off running down the hall toward his office, boots slamming against the stone floor. "It was time… to get revenge," he growled under his breath, picking up speed. "Revenge on all the fuckers! ALLL OF THEM!" The words echoed like a battle cry through the empty dungeon. Marrianetta's voice called faintly from behind him, "Master? Is everything alright?" but he didn't stop. He burst through the heavy wooden doors of his office, the room lit by floating miasma orbs that cast purple shadows everywhere. Papers and quills and glowing system tablets covered the big stone desk that looked like it belonged to a dark lord in every fantasy game ever.
He slammed the door behind him, chest heaving, cock still half-hard from all the dirty thoughts on the way here. He grabbed a fresh piece of parchment from the stack, the paper feeling thick and expensive under his fingers, and snatched a quill that dripped black ink like blood. This was it. He was going to write down every single name, every single person who had ever wronged him, and then he was going to figure out exactly how to make them pay. Slowly. Painfully. With all the power of an overlord and a servant who could suck the soul out of a man while counteracting miasma poisoning.
He sat down hard in the massive throne-like chair behind the desk, the wood creaking under his weight, and started thinking.