Mara's knees buckled, and she slumped back against Ken's chest, a long, shivering "Haaaaah..." escaping her lips as she hit a quick, devastating peak against his hand. Her hips ground back twice more, seeking the friction, before she went limp, breathing hard, her chest heaving.
He pulled his hand away, the wet sound of his fingers withdrawing slightly echoed throughout the room, and she whimpered in protest. Ken quickly spun her around, forcing her to face him, her eyes still hazy with lingering ecstasy. He grabbed her face gently, tilting her head up.
"Still think I'm the stupid one, Mara?" he challenged, his own breath coming fast.
She laughed, a ragged, wet sound that was pure delight. Her fingers dug into the rough fabric of his tunic, pulling him closer. "You're the best kind of stupid, Ken. The dangerous kind." She glanced pointedly at his groin, a mischievous, predatory gleam returning to her eyes. "But we've only had the appetizer. Now, let's begin the main course."
She grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it off, discarding it quickly. She was wearing nothing underneath but a thin, lace thong, which she hiked down just enough to expose the glistening folds of her pussy that he had just ravaged with his fingers, she then gently removed the thong and threw it with her leg, sending it spinning on the floor.
"Well, what are you waiting for, village streaker?" she demanded, backing up the two steps needed to sit on the edge of the small bed.
Ken wasted no time. With a powerful tug, he ripped his own trousers down and kicked them away, allowing his cock to spring free. Mara's eyes went wide, a genuine look of awe replacing her usual smirk.
"Oh, fuck. You were hiding that under that goat-smelling tunic? God, I need that inside me right now," she muttered, leaning forward and reaching out, her long,slick fingers immediately closing around the length of his cock.
She guided him with desperation. Ken positioned himself between her spread legs, leaning over her body, watching the intense hunger in her eyes as he lined his cock up.
He drove forward with one powerful thrust.
"Aaaah! God, yes! FUCK!" Mara's scream was loud and immediate. She clenched around him like a fist, her eyes rolling back into her head as she took every single inch of him deep into her pussy. The sudden, intense fullness made her tremble violently.
Ken braced his hands on the bed beside her head, his muscles coiled, allowing the sensation to flood them both. "That's it, Mara. Take it all. You wanted the main event, so take it."
The smell of sex and sweat filled the small room. Ken began to move, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then plunging back down with more force.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The slap of their bodies against each other quickly established a loud, rhythmic sound in the room, underscored by the creaking protests of the old wooden bed.
"Faster! Fuck me, Ken! Punish my pussy! Give me everything you have! Oh, this is so good! Cum in me! I don't care! I want it all!" Her voice was ragged, laced with desperate pleas.
Ken lowered his hips, gripping her thighs and lifting them to wrap around his waist, deepening the angle. He pumped inside her like a piston as he increased the pace.
"You're taking it, aren't you? You dirty little whore!" he grunted, the words part challenge, part praise. He threw his head back, watching the shadows dance on the ceiling as Mara began to shake uncontrollably underneath him.
Her own climax was a prolonged, guttural moan that escalated into a choked "KEEEEN! I'm... I'm going to cum! OH, GOD!" Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and her hips slammed up to meet his every thrust.
He felt the intense ripple of her orgasm contracting around his shaft—a tight, wet, glorious suction that sent him spiraling over the edge.
With one final, deep thrust, Ken roared, spilling his thick cum deep inside her, emptying himself with a shiver that ran all the way to his toes.
He collapsed onto her chest, heavy and panting, his cock still buried and pulsing inside her.
The System, predictably, flashed its judgmental pink text one last time:
[Quest 1: "Get Laid" – COMPLETE]
– Reward: 100 Degeneracy Points
– Skill Unlocked: Basic Arousal Control
– Bonus: Affection – Mara: +30
– Status: Not Impotent (for now)
Ken flopped back onto the creaky mattress, chest rising and falling as he stared up at the ceiling. "You really couldn't wait until I put some damn clothes on, could you?"
[Tip: Always finish strong!]
"Yeah," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Strong enough to get shot again if you don't shut up."
He turned his head toward Mara. She was sprawled out across the bed, her hair was messy and she was completely out cold. For a second, Ken almost felt bad—almost.
"Guess you're sleeping that off," he said quietly, rolling to his feet. He found his pants, tugged them on, and stretched until his back popped.
That's when the next notification hit.
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[Main Quest Line Unlocked: The Path of the Supreme Degenerate]
[New Quest Added]
Quest 2 – "Panty Raid"
Objective: Steal the underwear of at least three different women within the next twelve hours.
Reward: 250 Degeneracy Points + Skill Upgrade: Stealth (Degenerate)
Failure: -100 Reputation + Temporary Shrinkage (don't test it).
Bonus Objective: Remain unseen by all targets.
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Ken blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."
[Tip: Great degenerates adapt quickly!]
He stared at the floating pink text. "No, no, no. I just—look, I get the system's about being a pervert, but this is next-level stupid."
[Reminder: Failure results in impotence.]
Ken froze. "…you drive a hard bargain."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Fine! I'll do your freakin' panty quest. But if I get lynched, I'm blaming you."
[Acknowledged. Quest Timer: 11:58:43 remaining.]
"Of course there's a timer." He glanced back at Mara. She was still out, her arm draped across the sheets, skin flushed from exertion. "You're lucky you can sleep through this nonsense," he muttered, then straightened up. "Alright. Three targets. Preferably ones who don't carry swords."
He opened the window, climbed out, and dropped into the narrow alley behind the tavern. His boots hit dirt, and the cool night air slapped him awake.
"Okay, Ken," he whispered to himself. "You survived death by jealous husband. You survived being naked in public. You can survive this. Just… find laundry. Easy. Steal underwear. Not creepy at all."
The System chimed.
[Scanning area…]
[Potential Targets Nearby: 5]
[List: Tavern waitress (asleep), Merchant's wife, Farmer's daughter, Innkeeper's daughter, Laundry worker.]
[Recommended Approach: Crouch, sneak, succeed.]
Ken grimaced. "This feels like the world's worst RPG."
He crouched low, moving between shadows as he slipped behind the tavern proper. The laundry line was still strung up from earlier, sheets fluttering lazily in the breeze.
The Perverted Eye skill helped him by highlighting faint outlines through the windows across the street. He could see glowing outlines labeled helpfully:
[Human Female – Tavern Waitress – Age 24 – Snoring loudly – Laundry: Near window.]
[Human Female – Merchant's Wife – Age 31 – Light sleeper – Do not wake.]
Ken rubbed his temples. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
[Tip: Believe in your inner pervert.]
"Helpful as always," he muttered.
He crept up to the tavern's back wall, pressed himself under the window, and peered inside. Sure enough, a small drying rack stood by the window with a few garments hanging—skirts, aprons, and a single pair of white underwear fluttering temptingly near the edge.
Ken reached up carefully, fingers brushing fabric. The window creaked.
He froze.
Inside, the waitress shifted, mumbling something about ale and tips. Then she rolled over and kept snoring.
Ken exhaled slowly and snatched the underwear in one quick motion, stuffing it into his pocket.
[Target 1 Complete!]
[Progress: 1/3]
[Stealth Rating: 92%. Nice hands.]
"Nice hands?" Ken whispered. "Who programmed you, Freud?"
No answer. Just another cheerful ping.
He slipped back into the alley, darting between shadows, making his way toward the marketplace. The lanterns were dim now, only a few people wandering the main road. He ducked behind a cart and scanned again.
[Human Female – Merchant's Wife – Age 31 – Location: Second floor balcony.]
[Human Female – Farmer's Daughter – Age 20 – Laundry line behind barn.]
"Barn sounds easier," Ken whispered, heading northeast.
The smell of hay hit him before he saw the farmhouse. The back fence had a wooden post lined with drying clothes. He crouched low, moving along the shadows. Somewhere nearby, a horse snorted.
"There it is," he said, spotting a small collection of skirts and folded undergarments. "Target two."
He reached up—and the horse snorted again, louder this time.
Ken froze. "Easy, big guy. Just minding my own business."
The horse snorted once more, louder, and then stomped. The noise echoed through the quiet yard. Inside the barn, someone stirred.
"Who's there?" a sleepy female voice called out.
Ken dove behind a barrel, heart pounding.
"Just the wind," another voice said from inside.
After a tense silence, he inched forward, snatched a small piece of red fabric, and bolted toward the trees.
[Target 2 Complete!]
[Progress: 2/3]
[Tip: One more to go, panty pirate.]
Ken glared at the text. "I hate you so much."
He made his way toward the last mark—the merchant's wife. The house loomed over the street, with a balcony lined with silk sheets. Definitely higher class. Definitely higher risk.
Ken scaled the side carefully, gripping the drainpipe. "If I fall and die again, I'm haunting every laundromat in this world."
The balcony door was ajar, letting out a faint warm glow from inside. He peeked in. The woman was asleep, facing away, her long hair draped over the pillow. A wooden chair beside the bed held a neatly folded nightgown and a single piece of delicate lace underwear.
He moved like a thief in a cheap heist movie, every creak of the floorboards like thunder in his ears. He grabbed the underwear, folded it, and turned to leave.
Then the System pinged.
[Target 3 Complete!]
[Progress: 3/3 – Quest Complete!]
– Reward: 250 Degeneracy Points + Skill Unlocked: Stealth (Degenerate)
[Bonus Objective Achieved – Remained Unseen.]
[Status: You're becoming quite the panty professional!]
Ken nearly jumped out of his skin. "Could you NOT be so loud?!"
The woman stirred, muttering softly. He bolted, vaulting the balcony rail and landing in a roll on the cobblestones below. Pain shot through his shoulder, but he was grinning.
"Three pairs, zero arrests," he panted. "Eat that, System."
[Tip: True degenerates never rest. New Quest Pending.]
Ken groaned. "Oh no. What now?"
[Quest 3 loading…]
He groaned louder. "I hate my afterlife."