Eron remained standing, his body tense as if about to ejaculate from the shock.
"Selena's husband? The husband of the waitress who was chewing her lips while serving me the drink as if she were cooking it on her body?"
Only now, he felt something like a small dagger sneaking into his testicles—not from pain… but from fear.
Garon approached him, his hand on his shoulder, his voice smooth and tired:
"Come… You can't sleep in the old temple tonight. Its fire died out a month ago, and the humidity in there is enough to lick your feet while you sleep."
"No need, trust me, I love humidity," Eron said quickly, trying to dodge the invitation, but Garon gave a dead smile, then whispered:
"Tonight… the spiked wolves might roar. And if you're not alert… your lower half might be devoured first."
Eron froze.
"He didn't say anything sexual… but why did I feel like I just got threatened with castration?"
He swallowed and nodded. "Alright… I'll stay at your place."
"Excellent!" Garon said, clapping for his quiet blond slave waiting in the corner. "Ravel, take him to the market, let him buy something to cover his body. He can't wander around like a sick slave in front of my wife."
The two moved outside the estate, as the sun sank behind the hills, painting the sky with a faint blood hue.
Ravel was as silent as a marble statue until they reached the market. Eron asked:
"You're Garon's slave?"
"Yes, sir. He saved my family from the Purity Courts."
"Purity Courts?"
"If you're not pure enough, they throw you into pits with the wolves… or send you to the purification camps."
"Oh…" Eron smiled. "How I love this holy kingdom."
They stopped at one of the vendors, who offered him cotton trousers, half-buttoned shirts, and hats made of stone mushroom leather.
But what caught his attention wasn't the fabric.
It was his body in the mirror.
He ran a hand over his chest; his muscles were almost as he left them in the previous world. Not huge, but sculpted as if someone had designed them for a classy porn shoot.
But he didn't need the mirror to grasp the full truth.
His eyes dropped down.
And he sighed.
"Yes… it's him. Same length. Same weight. Same right-side curve. Same blue vein over the sensitive nerve. Same hero who never failed me in over five hundred private sessions."
He said to himself with a mischievous smile:
"At least… my dick's with me. The world changed, but my cock stayed my friend."
He looked at Ravel, then at the vendor.
"I want these trousers. No—get two… I don't want to be surprised tonight."
They returned after a while to Garon's house, a large two-story home surrounded by wild mulberry trees, filled with the scent of bread and memories.
But Eron didn't care.
All that played in his head was one thing:
"Selena… the waitress… the flavor… and now whose wife?!"
The slave opened the door, and both stepped in.
Garon was sitting on a leather couch, reading something that looked like a holy book, but didn't notice them.
"Welcome, my brother in purity. Take the guest room tonight, and Selena will bring you food shortly."
"Si… Selena?"
"Yes, my wife. She cooks well, though she sometimes messes up the salt when she's nervous."
"Nervous?" Eron asked, feigning curiosity, while scanning Garon's face.
The latter nodded heavily as he closed the holy book, placing it aside as if it held a silent betrayal.
"Yes, my wife doesn't go out much. In fact, I don't allow her to unless I'm with her. The world isn't safe, especially now with the kingdom's situation and the spiked wolves."
"I understand…" Eron said, trying to suppress a sly smile slipping between his teeth.
Garon continued: "I was born in a border village. I saw with my own eyes what a starving spiked wolf can do… believe me, if you saw them tearing apart a child they thought was carrying meat, you'd never laugh when they're mentioned."
"I didn't laugh," Eron replied quickly.
"But your eyes always laugh, and that's something I don't trust."
A light silence fell, a mix of unspoken tension and illegitimate curiosity.
Garon continued after a moment: "Anyway… my wife doesn't work at the tavern. She was only there today… a special case. I run the place, bought it years ago when I thought I'd retire from religious life. Then the king fell ill, the kingdom collapsed, and faith crept back into me like an incurable plague."
"And do you regret it?"
Garon laughed… a faint, bitter laugh.
"I'll tell you later. If we survive."
"Hmm… Is there a suitable place for meditation?" Eron asked.
"Certainly," he said, then gestured with his hand, guiding him to a small room with a wooden door and a used rug.
"Here. Don't meditate too much, or you might find the demons meditating on you."
He closed the door and left him.
Eron stood in the room, then sat on the floor pretending to be in a meditative pose, back straight, eyes half-closed.
But he wasn't meditating.
He was thinking.
"Zara… I left you in that cave like a dumb little girl… Did you survive? Stupid question. She's stronger than me and smarter, maybe."
Then he thought about what Garon had said regarding the spiked wolves, the temple, Selena.
"He doesn't let her go out… possesses her like a monk… but he doesn't know how she looks at me while moving her lips on the cup's edge."
He closed his eyes… and muttered:
"What a farce…"
He opened his palm and summoned the interface in his mind.
[Welcome back, Eron Misaki!]
[Reminder: You've been granted the "Ultimate Desire" system — unstable beta version.]
[Player Level: 4/???]
[Class: Undefined (Class will be determined by your upcoming actions)]
[Your Vital Resources:]
• Special Power Points: 310
• Lust: 83/120
His eyes focused on the points.
"310… I haven't used any of them yet. I must be careful, the system is dumb and unstable, but it gives me things not even magic does."
Then he moved his gaze to the skills:
[Seduction Touch – Level 1]
Increases chance of seducing eligible beings by 10% upon direct contact.
Always active.
[Scent of Temptation – Level 1]
Your body emits a faint scent that draws attention within a 2-meter radius.
May provoke curiosity, desire, or hostility.
[Seductive Whisper – Level 1]
Increases manipulation chance by 5% when whispering in the ear.
Cooldown: 5 minutes.
Each skill consumes: 10 points.
He closed the interface in his mind.
"My skills are cheap… but they do a lot. And Selena? Eligible. I'm sure. I saw her hand twitch when she touched me while placing the drink… it wasn't because of the spoon."
"All I have to do… is touch. Whisper. Be present. The scent will do the rest."
A wicked smile appeared on his face, and between his legs something began to swell, throbbing like a living creature waking from hibernation.
"Damn…" he whispered, looking at the bulge in his pants as if it were a beast he'd known from a past life.
Since he saw his body in the market, he realized it hadn't changed much from the previous world.
Same height, same lean muscles, same organ…
The organ he knew like the back of his hand…
Long, wicked, and short-tempered.
[Warning: Lust Levels exceeded 90/120]
[Imminent explosion indicator: One more stroke and we may blow up, buddy!]
"Screw you," he muttered, unbuttoning his pants with a heavy breath.
He was alone… or so he thought.
The house was quiet, the air warm, and the door behind him? He didn't remember if he closed it. Didn't care.
He pulled out his member, his breath quickened, his hand started moving slowly at first, then faster, tight fingers wrapping around it as his mind drifted into twisted scenes:
Selena kneeling, hair falling over her chest, mouth half-open, eyes gleaming…
Zara naked, covered in traces of magic and mud, begging him to "teach her."
Another faceless woman, just a glowing body, screaming his name while writhing beneath his hand.
[Warning: Lust 117/120]
[About to ejaculate… Ready for destruction?]
Eron laughed between his breaths.
"Ready? I'm the king of destruction."
But before he could release his arrow…
Creak.
The door slowly opened.
And Selena… stood there.
Holding a small towel.
She froze.
She stared.
He… stood.
His hand on his organ.
Veins throbbing.
Face flushed.
Half a moan trapped in his chest.
His eyes met hers.
Shock flashed across her features.
Her lips parted slightly.
[Surprise!! Unexpected entry! Social points at risk! Or about to explode.]
Eron, still gripping his swollen member, his face between shock and damnation, looked at Selena slowly and said coolly:
"I swear… this is an ancient meditation pose."