The morning sun hit hard through the cracked windows of my room, lighting up dust dancing in the air like weak, scattered mana. Lila was still asleep beside me, naked under the thin, threadbare sheet, her breathing calm and steady, body lightly marked by my hands from the night before—soft bite marks on her neck, scratches down her back, skin still warm from the frenzy. The smell of sex hung heavy in the small room: salty sweat, mingled fluids, desire sated but never truly extinguished.
The system interface blinked calmly at the edge of my vision, impersonal and cruel as always:
[Current Vital Points: 4180]
[Consumption: 1 point per minute]
[Estimated time until zero: approximately 2 days and 21 hours]
[Permanent partner registered: Lila (virgin commoner). Active multipliers for repeated acts: +50% points on vaginal sex, +100% on anal (unlocked after first use).]
Fuck, the system was too damn efficient. One intense fuck and it already unlocked permanent bonuses, addicting her too—I saw it in her glazed eyes when she came, body shaking like she never wanted to stop. Lila woke slowly, brown eyes finding mine, an instant flush rising on her dark cheeks. She smiled shyly, but with a new, raw hunger shining in the depths.
"Master Shade… was it real? I… I want more."
She moved closer, hand sliding down my chest, my cock already hardening again just from her touch. The system flashed: [Repeated task with permanent partner detected — 600 potential points (multipliers applied). (Take her again, mark her as yours.)]
I resisted for a second—gaining points would be good, but the day was starting and the family was waiting downstairs. But the heat rose fast, the Beast brushing the edges of my mind. I pulled her on top of me, mouth devouring hers as I slid deep inside once more. Muffled moans, the bed creaking, her body molding perfectly to my urgent rhythm.
+300 points for repeated penetration. +400 quick, sweaty anal bonus—she begged for it, already addicted.
When we finished, panting and sweating again, points at 5120. Time extended to almost 4 days. Relief, but the hunger never truly goes away.
Lila dressed slowly, legs trembling, kissing my neck before leaving.
"I'll come back tonight, master… please."
I nodded, mind already racing. A permanent partner was gold—a constant source of points without the risk of betrayal poison. But I need more. A lot more. Leveling up requires 10,000, and the drain kills slowly.
I went down to the main hall, body refreshed but mind heavy. My mother was already at the big table, old maps spread out—yellowed parchments showing the northern part of our floating island. Jenna beside her, sipping tea with a sour expression, younger brothers silent as usual.
The baroness looked up when I entered, voice dry and calculating.
"Finally, Shade. Sleep well? We need to move fast with your new Awakened status. The ancient ruins in the north of the island—reports of lost items there. Relics from past eras, not replicable with modern mana. Poor nobles like us survive by exploring that shit."
Jenna snorted, legs crossed, thighs flashing under her simple noble dress.
"The mob's going exploring alone? He'll die to the beasts and become food. Better send servants first."
I ignored her, sitting and grabbing hard bread with rancid butter. My knowledge of the "script" helped: peripheral islands like ours hide lost items—armor, weapons, even ancient airship cores. Dangerous as fuck, with automatic guardians or mutated beasts, but worth fortunes or direct power.
"I'll go alone. As an Awakened, I can take more. If I find something good, we sell it or I use it to train."
My mother nodded slowly, eyes gleaming with ambition.
"Good. Take basic supplies—old sword from the arsenal, light armor, cheap mana potions. Be back before sunset. If you find a relic compatible with your Aspect… even better."
Aspect. She was fishing for details, but I didn't bite. I left soon after, minimally equipped: rusted sword in its sheath, sturdy boots, backpack with water and dried food. The island air was fresh but humid—fields to the south, dense forest to the north.
I walked for hours along the poorly maintained trail, sweat pouring, mosquitoes buzzing like hell. The forest was unforgiving—tall trees with weak mana, muddy ground stealing steps, venomous insects stinging my arms. My sword hacked through thick vines, muscles aching from the old manual labor.
"Fuck, this is worse than the fields."
The interface ticked: Points 5080 now. Constant consumption reminding me of the urgency.
Deeper in, the terrain rose—medium mountains of the island, air growing colder despite the sun. I found ancient traces: paved stones under moss, remnants of an old road winding upward. A sharp chill hit suddenly, wind howling between peaks.
Like the mountain in the Nightmare—pure air, but hostile. Feet aching in worn boots, wrists throbbing from the heavy sword.
But I was in relatively good spirits. I survived the First, I have the system, meta knowledge. Lost items here could change everything—an airship of my own, independence, escape from this matriarchal shit family.
A shadow moved in the distance—guardian beast? Or forest illusion.
The hunger grew slowly in my veins. Not for food—primal desire whispering.
Points dropping. I need more partners. Or risk the Beast awakening on its own.
The ancient road vanished into an ivy-covered entrance—real ruins ahead.