"Status Window," Jinwoo said.
The familiar blue screen flickered into existence before him.
[Name: Sung Jinwoo
Class: None
Level: 28
Titles: Succubus Queen's Man, Beast Slayer, Golem Nemesis
HP: 17,180
MP: 2,402
Strength: 115
Dexterity: 94
Health: 97
Intelligence: 119
Sense: 91
Charm: 113]
[Stat Points: 25]
[Active Skills: Fire Magic (S) Lv.3, Earth Magic (A) Lv.1, Lightning Magic (A) Lv.5, Healing Magic (A) Lv.1]
[Passive Skills: Thunder Heart (S), Hell Flames (S), Ironclad Skin (S), Magic Resistance (S), Poison Resistance (C), Dagger Master (A), Twin Blades (A)]
[Envy & Greed Skills: Covetous Authority]
[Pleasure Skills: Union of Desire, Incubus Eye, Tongue of Lust, Divine Lust Body, Lust Mark, Lust Familiar, Sultry Voice]
"Hmm…" Jinwoo murmured, feeling raw energy pulsing inside his limbs.
Real power—heavy, intoxicating, settling into his bones.
"Six points to Dexterity… nine to Sense… three to Health… and the rest in Intelligence," Jinwoo said. He really needed more mana after almost emptying himself against the Goddess of Envy.
[Dexterity: 94 → 100]
[Health: 97 → 100]
[Sense: 91 → 100]
[Intelligence: 119 → 126]
Magic surged through him like a rising tide. Jinwoo let out a breath.
He turned to the boulder blocking the exit.
"I could probably just smash through it now, but…"
He paused.
He wanted to use Earth Magic properly—shape the stone with mana, not brute force.
Closing his eyes, Jinwoo sent mana deep into the ground.
The stone shuddered… parted… and smoothly rearranged itself into a clean passage.
[Earth Magic (A) leveled up!]
"It was… that easy?" Jinwoo blinked. He barely tried.
He stepped through—
"YOU BITCH!"
Jinwoo winced at the shout. He knew that voice.
Medusa.
"Fufufufu… what? Scared I'll take him from you?"
A sultry, chilling voice teased back.
Shiraori.
Great.
Jinwoo sighed.
He walked out of the rocky opening, and all three turned toward him instantly.
"Master!" Medusa cried out. Her eyes widened with worry when she saw his condition.
She rushed toward him—only for someone else to get there first.
Choi Yoora practically tackled him, wrapping her arms around him, tears welling in her eyes.
"I… I thought you were going to die, Jinwoo…" Her voice trembled as she held onto him desperately.
Jinwoo hugged her back gently.
"Don't worry, Yoora. I'll always come back to you."
Behind her, Medusa's expression tightened. So he still sees me just as his pet—
Jinwoo turned to her and added softly,
"To all of you."
Medusa's breath hitched. Tears gathered instantly. She rushed into his embrace too.
"And what about me?"
Shiraori suddenly appeared behind him, whispering seductively in his ear.
Jinwoo turned.
"You can join too."
Off to the side, Yoo Jinho lay on the ground, barely conscious.
He opened his eyes just enough to see Jinwoo surrounded by beautiful women.
"You…" he whispered with a weak smile. "Lucky bastard…"
The system dinged.
[Jealousy detected from Yoo Jinho!]
[+2 Health!]
But right now, Jinwoo couldn't care less.
"I love all of you—"
He didn't finish.
His vision blurred.
His knees buckled.
He collapsed.
"Jinwoo!"
"Master!"
Yoora and Medusa screamed at the same time.
Shiraori only chuckled softly.
"My, my… looks like our little master is worn out," she said with a smirk.
...
A soft warmth pressed against Jinwoo's head.
His consciousness floated back slowly… gently… like he was being pulled out of deep water.
He opened his eyes.
He wasn't in a cave.
He wasn't bleeding.
He wasn't being chased by divine spears or buried under rubble.
He was in his room.
His own bed.
His own ceiling.
"…What?"
Jinwoo blinked—once, twice.
Six voices drifted from the side of the room.
Familiar voices.
Ra Hyeyoung.
Lee Joohee.
Sung Jin-ah.
Choi Yoora.
Medusa.
Shiraori.
All gathered around.
Six women.
Talking.
What… are they all doing here? Jinwoo thought, pushing himself upright.
The movement was tiny.
But all six heads whipped toward him instantly.
"Jinwoo!"
Joohee, Hyeyoung, Jin-ah, and Yoora cried out at the same time.
"Master!" Medusa added, eyes instantly teary.
Even Shiraori glided closer, her expression unreadable.
They all rushed toward him.
"Don't move!"
Six voices slammed into him simultaneously, inches from his face.
Jinwoo froze.
"O-Okay…" he stammered.
They all exhaled deeply—some relieved, some scolding, some annoyed, some emotional, and Shiraori… amused.
"Really… how do you always end up like this?" Jin-ah said, arms crossed, trying to look stern but clearly shaken.
"Even after becoming so strong, you still come back half-dead…"
"Yeah…" Joohee whispered, nodding. "We were so scared…"
"Girls…" Jinwoo said slowly, blinking at all of them in turn.
"I—can I ask what's happening? Like… why are all of you here? And… why am I not in a hospital?"
They all exchanged a look.
A silent agreement.
Then, together, in perfect unison:
"Because…"
Shiraori suddenly slipped behind him on the bed, gently guiding his head back until it rested on her lap.
"We want to take care of our man."
To be continued...
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