I walked out of the office and through the inner city gates, taking a big bite of the complimentary sandwich the Sergeant had handed me on my way out. My pocket felt a little heavier, too, jingling with the complementary coin pouch she threw in for good measure.
As old ones say, it pays to be good at what you do.
Right in front of my face, my system interface floated in my line of sight.
-Ding!
{
[Protocol: Asmodeus]
Name: Luca
Race: Royal Incubus
Life Force Remaining: 9 Days, 00:12:40
Affinities: Lust, Demon Fire
Level: 6 | EXP: 622 / 1,139
Stat Points: 6
Stats
STR: 1
AGI: 1
END: 1
DEX: 1
MP: 10 / 10
MP Regen: 1 MP/s
LCK: 10
Magic
Demon Fire Manifestation
Skills
Incubus's Scent (Passive): Scent arouses women. Potency scales dynamically with Host's own Arousal. Will create a feedback loop.
Lustful Touch (Active): Intentionally lustful touch with the Skill's activation in mind triggers intense pleasure and arousal in women. Potency scales with the Host's lust and the intentionality of the touch.
Life Siphon (Passive): Converts internal completion into Life Span and EXP. Scales with the Tier and Race of the target.
Lusty Nibbles: 1,560
Shop
}
I stared at the glowing text for a long second before dismissing the screen with a thought and letting out a deep sigh while rolling my shoulders.
My spine popped in three different places, sending a dull ache radiating all the way up my neck.
[Man, my body can't keep up tussling with superhuman women.. My back and neck are literally killing me.] I stretched, noting that sexually, I'm still ready to go. Probably because of my new race.
Sergeant Kaelen was a literal Amazon, and breaking her in took a serious toll on my average human stats.
But at least she ain't going nowhere. Nor am I letting her. After all, those 9 creampies netted me around 2700 exp, each nut being around 300.
And I got a day's worth of lifespan for every creampie
The message I got for every creampie was –
{Tier 1, Late Stage creampied.
300 EXP Received.}
I'll figure out the math behind it later.
Finishing the sandwich, I stretched my arms over my head and rubbed the back of my neck before stepping out of the gate archway and into a massive open plaza.
A wide cobblestone road stretched out from the plaza, leading straight toward the towering castle in the center of the city.
The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, casting long orange shadows across the streets. As the daylight faded, street lamps lining the road flared to life.
They were made of a glass globe and a crystal in the middle, which I didn't recognize, casting a cool blue glow over the crowds instead of a typical firelight.
And what a crowd it was.
I stopped for a second to just watch the city traffic.
It was a classic fantasy melting pot that damn near made the weeb in me jizz my pants.
[I still can't believe this is happening!]
Sturdy dwarven merchants hauled crates toward the market district, and tall elven scholars walked past with stacks of books.
But my eyes naturally drifted toward the women.
A pair of beastkin girls with fluffy fox ears and swaying tails walked by laughing together.
Right behind them was a human mage in flowy robes that definitely didn't meet any practical combat standards. She was followed by a muscular wolf-eared woman carrying a broadsword over her shoulder.
I smiled and joined the flow of the crowd, stealing every woman's attention as I made my way.
As much as I wanted to start scouting my next target right now, my legs felt like jelly.
I needed to find a decent inn first and get a room for the night. I could rest my aching back and then fiddle with the system in peace to see what those Lusty Nibbles could actually buy me.
I navigated the evening rush hour of a literal fantasy city.
It didn't take long to notice the social dynamic out here.
Women were clearly running the show. I passed a group of female mercenaries in heavy plate armor laughing loudly, while a few guys in light armor trailed behind them hauling their massive supply packs.
Even at the market stalls, women were barking the orders while the men loaded the heavy carts.
And those same women kept looking at me as I walked.
A beastkin girl with fluffy cat ears brushed past my shoulder and immediately sucked in a sharp breath. Her cheeks turned bright pink before she hurried away into the crowd.
My passive Incubus's Scent was always active, and after spending the last hour directly fueling my own arousal, I was practically radiating heat.
I let out a dry laugh. At least I won't have to burn as many brain cells as before.
Scanning the wooden signs hanging over the street until I spotted one that read The Velvet Thorn Inn.
The building looked strangely expensive despite being rather simple in its architecture.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, I stepped inside the common room, which was packed, smelling heavily of roasted meat and spilled ale.
I didn't bother looking left or right, I really needed to lie down for a bit. So I just walked straight past the crowded tables and headed for the bar.
The woman behind the counter wasn't some young tavern girl.
I stopped dead in my tracks as my heart rate suddenly spiked, hammering heavily against my chest because she was, without a doubt, the most aggressively beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.
She was a stunning kitsune with fluffy golden-blonde fox ears twitching atop her head and a single, thick tail swaying lazily behind her.
She wore a traditional, crimson-red kimono that clung to a perfectly plump figure, and the kimono spilled generously open at the collar.
Her body wasn't that of a toned warrior like the sergeant, but it had the kind of plumpness that made me couldn't help but imagine how soft and warm she would feel to hold.
She was writing something in a leather-bound notebook, but she stopped the second I walked up and gave me a slow, deliberate visual pat-down.
Her golden, fox-like eyes, framed by sharp, heavy red eyeliner, narrowed just a fraction, catching something no one else in the city seemed to have noticed yet.
A knowing, cheeky smirk spread across her lips as her tongue darted out to wet them, making her look like a predator who had just found a very interesting new toy.
"Evening, traveller…" she said, her voice thick, warm, and purring with a mature confidence. "Room for the night?"
"Just one," I said. I forced my pulse to settle before reaching into my pocket and sliding two silver coins across the counter.
She scooped them up and bit the silver lightly with a perfectly white canine before bringing her golden eyes right back to my face. "Up the stairs, third door on the right. Clean sheets, thick walls, an attached bathroom, and a lock that works."
She held out a brass key. I reached out and made sure to drag my fingers deliberately across her palm during the handoff while letting my intent flood directly into Lustful Touch.
The skill activated instantly and caught her breath, but instead of losing her mind like the Sergeant, her smirk just widened.
A pink flush spread down her chest, but her golden eyes stayed incredibly sharp and amused as the air between us thickened with my scent.
"Do you provide on-demand room service?" I asked with an innocent smile while keeping my voice low.
She leaned forward against the bar and rested her weight on her elbows to give me a much better view of her cleavage running down the soft peaches hanging on her chest. "When do you expect to need it?"
"Whenever the room service is available," I said, not even bothering to hide my stare. Or rather, damn near unable to move my eyes.
"I'll see what I can do," she chuckled as her golden eyes flashed with a hidden amusement.
As I walked, turned, and made my way upstairs, I couldn't help but place a palm on my chest, feeling the kind of frantic beating I hadn't felt in a long while.
[How long has it been since a woman made me feel like this without spreading her legs, along with offering me something material?]
A feral grin slowly split across my face while a single thought looped in my mind that-
[I want her… and I will have her!]