I was still rock-hard, cock twitching angrily in the air, veins pulsing, the head shiny and leaking fresh precum.
"Hey Mom… didn't you say you were gonna drain me completely?" I muttered, stroking my throbbing dick slowly. "Look at this shit — it's still twitching for more."
She groaned sleepily, eyes half-lidded, voice husky and exhausted. "Mmm… go fuck the innkeeper's wife then, you greedy little bastard. She's been listening the whole time… fingering her hairy cunt and squirting all over the hallway like a bitch in heat."
She waved a weak hand and immediately passed out again.
I smirked, still slowly pumping my slick cock. "The innkeeper's wife, huh…"
I walked to the door completely naked, dick bouncing hard with every step, precum dripping onto the floorboards. I turned the handle and opened it.
The sight that greeted me was pure filth.
The innkeeper's wife was on her knees right outside our door, black nightgown bunched around her waist. Her mouth was stretched obscenely wide around the young demon's thick, ridged cock — drool and spit pouring down her chin in thick strings, mascara running, eyes watering as she slobbered and gagged on him. Her dark, hairy pussy was on full display, fingers buried deep inside herself, fresh squirt still dripping from her swollen lips onto the floor.
The second I opened the door, both of them froze.
The wife's eyes went wide, lips still stretched around the demon's throbbing cock, a thick strand of spit connecting her mouth to his glistening shaft. The demon's tail stiffened, his red eyes locked on my naked body and my rock-hard, cum-covered cock.
I ignored them completely for a second, stepped out, and calmly closed the door behind me. I locked it securely from the outside and tossed the key into my inventory (Mom had the spare anyway — total privacy guaranteed).
Then I looked straight at the frozen pair, still stroking my twitching cock lazily.
I spoke in a flat, calm tone. "Let's go to your room. It's already 3 o'clock. Let's fuck her until six in the morning."
Both of them gulped hard, eyes dark with raw lust and anticipation.
The demon's cock twitched violently in the air. The wife's hairy pussy clenched visibly, another small squirt dripping down her thigh.
Without another word, the three of us moved silently into the demon's room.
The door clicked shut.
We locked it securely.
And the real filth began.
A few hours later the room was filled with the steady, wet sound of skin slapping against skin.
Lira, the innkeeper's wife, was bent over on the bed with her ass raised high, black nightgown bunched around her waist. Kael stood behind her, gripping her hips as he thrust deep into her ass with long, powerful strokes. The sounds were loud and messy — wet and squelching — because I had already taken her twice and filled her with my cum earlier. Every hard plunge made an obscene, slick noise that echoed through the quiet room.
Lira moaned helplessly into the pillow, her body rocking forward with each thrust, voice muffled but clearly lost in pleasure.
I stood completely naked by the window, slowly smoking the cigarette Kael had offered me. It was around four in the morning. The smoke was surprisingly smooth and relaxing.
Outside, I could see small groups of young people around my age walking along the dark road toward the village, probably heading for the Awakening Ceremony.
I took another slow drag and glanced over at Kael.
A few hours later, the room had settled into a strange, almost peaceful rhythm.
Liam stood by the open window, leaning on the wooden frame as cool night air brushed his bare skin. He took a slow drag from the cigarette Kael had given him, watching small groups of young people — all around his age — walking along the dark road toward the village in quiet clusters. The faint orange glow of distant lanterns lit their path.
"Hey, Kael," Liam asked quietly, not turning around. "Which organization are you planning to join?"
Kael paused mid-thrust, a soft gasp escaping him as Lira slowly rolled her hips, taking him deeper with lazy, deliberate movements. The wet, rhythmic sounds continued in the background — soft and steady — while Lira moaned quietly into the pillow, lost in her own pleasure.
Kael caught his breath and answered honestly, voice a little rough. "To be honest… everyone wants the Guild. It offers real freedom and resources. But…" He sighed, the sound heavy. "It's not that simple."
Liam nodded slowly, still staring out at the night. "So when the Awakening Ceremony happens tomorrow… what's the actual percentage? Out of a hundred people, how many actually get combat occupations?"
Kael shook his head, disappointment clear in his tone. "Only about thirty. The other seventy end up with auxiliary or everyday-life occupations."
Liam let out a long sigh, the cigarette smoke curling into the cool air. *In a world this dangerous… only thirty percent get combat roles?* Occupations were like anchoring points for skills. If yours didn't fit, or if you didn't get one at all… life would be brutally difficult.
He leaned further against the window frame, eyes drifting over the passing silhouettes outside, lost in deep thought.
Beside him, Kael's body kept moving almost on autopilot — his cock still hard, hips rocking gently while Lira moaned softly beneath him. But his mind was clearly elsewhere too, already drifting toward tomorrow's Awakening Ceremony. He stared blankly at Lira's bouncy ass, barely registering the pleasure, his thoughts heavy with nerves about what class he would receive.
The room was filled with nothing but those quiet, wet, rhythmic sounds… while both young men drifted far away in their own heads.
Lira, on the other hand, was having the best night of her life.
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Kael suddenly snapped out of his anxious thoughts. He ruffled his hair with both hands, letting out a frustrated breath, then gently flipped Lira onto her back into missionary position.
He looked straight into her eyes with surprising respect and said softly, "Madam… if you don't mind…"
Lira blinked up at him, half-laughing in disbelief. We're already having sex… what is this guy even talking about?
Before she could ask what he meant, Kael thrust forward in one smooth, deep motion — burying himself completely inside her. A low groan escaped him as he started pounding hard, each thrust powerful and deliberate.
"Oh boy… you went so deep inside me," Lira moaned, her voice breaking into a gasp. "Ah— yes… fuck me like that!"
Kael didn't hold back. He poured every ounce of his pent-up tension, anxiety, and frustration about tomorrow's Awakening Ceremony into each powerful stroke — fucking her like he could drive all the worry out of his body. The bed creaked steadily under them, the wet, rhythmic sounds filling the quiet room once again.
Outside the window, Liam continued staring into the night, cigarette slowly burning between his fingers, lost in his own thoughts. The three of them moved together in the dim room — two young men quietly drowning their fears, and one woman happily caught between them.
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The wet, rhythmic sounds from the bed suddenly grew louder — skin slapping, Lira's muffled moans turning shameless. Liam's eyes snapped open from his deep stare into the night.
He turned slowly, cigarette still between his lips.
"Hey, man," he said, irritation clear in his voice. "I'm trying to smoke in peace. If you don't mind…"
Kael and Lira didn't even hear him. They were lost — Kael pounding into her like tomorrow didn't exist, Lira's legs wrapped tight around his waist, both of them gasping and groaning.
Liam frowned, mouth opening to scold them properly —
Then a loud commotion erupted from the road below.
He spun back to the window, eyes narrowing.
Down on the dark dirt road, a group of five young men — all the same age as Liam, clearly here for the Awakening Ceremony — had surrounded a lone traveler. One of them stepped forward with a cocky grin.
"Hey man… hand over your silver coins and whatever valuables you got. Make it quick."
The lone guy stood frozen, hands slightly raised. He was completely alone. The group had spotted easy prey.
Liam exhaled a slow stream of smoke, then sighed.
Without a word, he walked toward the door — still completely naked. Halfway there, he opened his inventory, pulled out his modern clothes, and slipped on the pants and shirt, leaving the shirt completely unbuttoned, hanging open over his bare chest. A small glowing Fireball already hovered above his palm, crackling softly.
Behind him, Kael was still fucking Lira like there was no tomorrow, the bed creaking wildly.
Liam stepped out into the cool night air.
The group was losing patience. One of them cracked his knuckles and stepped forward to strike —
"Stop."
The single cold word cut through the darkness like a blade.
Liam walked out calmly, shirt flapping open in the night breeze, Fireball burning bright in his right hand. With casual ease, he brought the flaming orb to the tip of his cigarette and lit it, the orange glow illuminating his face from below.
The group froze.
For a split second, no one moved.
Then — *whoosh* — the Fireball in Liam's hand suddenly streaked forward at blinding speed, smashing straight into the face of the leader with a loud *crack*.
The guy dropped instantly, unconscious before he even hit the ground. His HP bar flashed red and nearly bottomed out — one more hit and he would be dead.
The rest of the group panicked, eyes wide with terror.
One of them stumbled backward and shouted, voice cracking, "W-Who the hell are you?!"
Liam took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dark. His voice came out completely flat, deadpan, and ice-cold.
"I'm Batman."