Ryuji felt… utterly robbed.
Once upon a time, back when he still played Dungeon Fighter Online, he had poured an absurd amount of money into this very same Seria. Over the course of a year, the total was about a month's salary. If he'd spent it all in a single month, he would've been flat broke.
And now? Great—Seria had mugged him.
He desperately wanted to know what kind of system he'd gotten saddled with. Other people's systems were absurdly overpowered—things like deceiving the will of the world or hiding their existence from god-tier beings.
But his? His could be looted by his own harem?!
And not just looted—cleaned out!
"This isn't scientific at all…"
Glancing down at his cock that had risen at the sight of Seria's legs, Ryuji began to doubt everything.
He clearly remembered driving Seria to the brink, forcing her to the point of gasping for breath. Yes, in the end, he'd been the one to collapse from exhaustion while she still had the energy to make him a midnight snack—but still! He'd been the one on top the entire time. When had a problem like this ever happened before?
"Wait a minute… I spent the whole night on Seria, drained myself dry… and she still had the strength to cook afterward?"
Hearing the faint sound of her humming in the kitchen, Ryuji suddenly realized something.
Maybe—just maybe—Seria had more stamina than him.
He touched his empty "balls," recalled her delicate, fragile demeanor, and fell silent. Then… fell into depression.
Fortunately, Ryuji had once been an ordinary man—beaten down by society often enough to get used to it—so his recovery time was fast. By the time Seria's stew was simmering, he was already checking his system panel.
This time, he really did find something different.
Fragment of Primordial Power Lv.1:A new power born from the collision of an incomplete Primordial power of creation and the crumbling energy of a dying dimension. Though immature, it remains immensely potent and can function in most worlds.
As a human rather than a god, wielding this force requires immense willpower and a strong body.
If you can awaken and bear it, it will enhance every aspect of yourself—talent, insight, learning speed, combat instinct, energy control, and affinity.
The Primordial Power can also vastly amplify every form of energy and ability you possess, allowing your attacks to surpass all others.
However, your body is currently too fragile. The Primordial Power is only just awakening, granting you only a small bonus for now. With training, its true strength will gradually emerge.
"So the Primordial Power has been activated, huh?"
Ryuji stroked his chin. If he remembered correctly, it had been inactive the last time he checked his panel. Now it was active—but beyond that, there was no other change.
"That cost me energy points in the tens of thousands… plus a lot of World Power. This better be worth it, because the name and description sound pretty damn amazing."
He clenched his fists. Honestly, he couldn't feel any difference—talent, insight, learning ability… all too vague to sense immediately. Energy control? Nothing obvious there either.
Just as he was about to test his blood energy and magic, Seria returned with a steaming bowl of stew, her face glowing with happiness.
"Soup's ready~!"
The combination of her radiant smile and her beauty was intoxicating, and Ryuji decided not to overthink things. After all, with Seria around, he was never going to run out of energy points.
And maybe it was just his imagination, but her charm felt even stronger than before.
One look at her chest and face, and the sting of losing all those points and World Power faded by more than half. After all—she was his wife. And when your wife spends your money…
"Damn it, I'm still not happy about it."
Ryuji eyed her sweet smile and decided that, later, he'd fuck her until she cried.
He did have Life Return, after all—
Life Return, one million eight hundred thousand horsepower!
And semen regeneration!
His eyes flashed with resolve. Tonight, either he would stuff Seria full with his semen until she burst, or she'd wring him dry.
There was no third option.
Still, he didn't dwell on it too much. Arad had no shortage of powerful women—he wouldn't be hurting for energy points anytime soon.
Besides, if testing proved Seria could still give him energy points, then all was well. If not… well, he'd chalk it up to activating the Primordial Power. Just the name alone was worth liking.
But as Ryuji focused on his stew, pouring all his "emptied wallet" resentment into planning how he'd reclaim dominance from Seria's "three holes," she suddenly leaned in, her face full of anticipation.
"Um… I was thinking…"
Her hesitation only made his gut tighten with a bad premonition.
"What is it?"
Seria set down her bowl. Truthfully, she wasn't very hungry—Ryuji had already fed her plenty of his "milk" earlier. Her belly was full, her head a little sore, and a strange sense of satisfaction still lingered in her body, making her want to do it again.
But instead, she said:
"I was wondering… what should we name our child in the future?"
Ryuji nearly spat out his soup but managed to hold it in, keeping his expression perfectly calm and unbothered.
"Ah… that."
He had to admit, he'd never really thought about having kids. Honestly, there was always the possibility he could die unexpectedly in some world, so planning for offspring never crossed his mind.
As for 2B's side of things… well, she had her own prime directive to preserve humanity's survival, so that wasn't exactly in his control.
Still, there was no way Seria could already be pregnant. From her perspective, he'd only been gone a few days—and he was sure he'd never filled her during her dangerous days.
"Hmm… that's something we should give proper thought to."
Ryuji set down his bowl calmly. Now was not the time to say he didn't want kids. His instincts told him—loud and clear—that would be a fatal mistake.
Especially for a man with a harem like him—there was a huge chance of crashing and burning.
So, Ryuji chose to counter with a question.
"Seria, do you have a name you like?"
He asked calmly, and Seria immediately wrapped her arms around his, delighted. His reaction told her that he wasn't opposed to the idea of having children with her at all!
But then—
"Mmm… I want you to name them, Ryuji… After all, you'll have lots of wives, won't you?"
Her tone carried a faint undercurrent of jealousy, and he could almost see the black aura gathering around her.
He quickly coughed a few times to change the mood.
"In that case, I'll have to think about it carefully… Hmm, but I can't come up with much right now. If I had to say, then… for a boy, 'Belian'; for a girl, 'Loralie.'"
Ryuji admitted his weakness—he was terrible at naming things.
"Hmm? Why those?"
"Because I met you at the Belmar Defensive Line in Lorien Forest. Naturally, our child's name should come from there."
He spoke with solemn conviction, which made Seria giggle and cover her face in shy happiness.
In this moment, she felt a deep sense of bliss, unable to resist pressing her body closer to him, her hands roaming along his arm and chest.
Right now, Seria looked every bit the shy village maiden—and truth be told, most people who met her saw her as just that: a sweet country girl. Even she believed it herself.
Seeing her like this, Ryuji had no intention of holding back. He finished the rest of his food in one go, then without hesitation, stripped Seria's clothes off again and pushed her down.
The bed creaked and rocked, their breathing and cries filling the night air. While the neighbors wouldn't be disturbed, the same couldn't be said for the other guests at the inn—
"Ugh, big bro Ryuji just doesn't quit…"
A certain red-haired loli mage, who had come here with him earlier, lay sprawled on her bed in the next room, utterly exasperated.
She had planned to study more magic tonight, but the sounds from Ryuji and Seria's room had shattered her concentration. They had only just stopped moments ago… and now they were starting again.
"So noisy… and they didn't even bring me a midnight snack."
Hearing the voices next door, Rosh didn't feel any particular way about it—other than hungry. She touched her belly, which was grumbling after smelling the stew, then buried her head under her pillow and decided to sleep it off.
No food meant no point staying awake.
Only when Seria cried out due to her climax did Rosh's small shoulders twitch under the blanket.
But in the other neighboring room, someone was far less composed.
"Damn it…"
Miss Sizki lay in bed, agitated, her scarred hands unconsciously clutching the sheets.
Unlike the innocent Rosh, whose only complaint was hunger, Sizki's problem was entirely different.
As a martial artist, she trained her body relentlessly, honing herself in life-and-death combat. Such training often heightened physical desires, and many male partners of female fighters ended up as their bedmates—or even lovers.
True martial artists learned to control these impulses, and qigong masters could suppress them entirely through meditation. But control didn't mean erasing the body's needs—just resisting the urge to indulge in them.
And sometimes, even the most focused fighters sought release with someone they liked—not for love, but as a way to relieve pressure and stress.
Sizki, however, had never allowed herself such indulgence. Her only focus was growing stronger, killing more monsters.
But no matter how much she tried to deny it, she was still a woman—and acknowledging that fact was part of her strength. Denying her nature entirely would only weaken her fists.
Still—
"Bastard…"
Feeling the growing, uncontrollable impulse building inside her, Sizki slammed her fist into the bed in frustration.
"How can this guy last that long?!"
Normal training never targeted that kind of endurance, so even the strongest warriors usually didn't last much longer than an ordinary person—they could only endure a bit better.
But Ryuji, on the other hand… was operating on an entirely different level. This was the endurance of someone who had specifically trained for it.
Forcing herself to resist the burning heat in her body, Sizki—already naked under the covers—instinctively squeezed her long, toned legs together. The smooth, athletic limbs rubbed against each other in a way that was undeniably alluring.
Yet in her mind, resentment toward Ryuji burned bright. She even bit down on her lower lip without realizing it… and in the process, accidentally caught a few strands of her own hair.
What she also failed to notice was that sweat had already beaded across her forehead and skin. Her whole body trembled slightly, and her breathing grew ragged.
Clearly, hours of hearing that sound of moans had pushed her far past the point of composure.
"This guy… doesn't he have any sense of self-confrol? At this rate, there's no way I can team up with him. If you stay around someone like that, you'll never get stronger."
Gritting her teeth, she yanked the blanket over her head, determined to block out the sounds.
But the more she tried to ignore it, the clearer it became—like some kind of cursed chant, circling endlessly in her ears, haunting her thoughts, making her constantly imagine what was happening over there.
And of course, her skill in pinpointing sounds only made it worse. From the slightest shift in breathing, she could tell exactly what positions they were in, recreating the whole scene in her mind without wanting to.
On this lonely yet stiflingly hot night… it was obvious Miss Sizki wasn't going to get any sleep at all.
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