The system popped.
[Virgin Claimed: Name: Petra]
[Ability Acquired: Iron Grip]
The next.
A woman. From the Athoria Kingdom. Her ability — the Flame Hair. The power to ignite her hair. She was eighteen. Her body was — slim. Her hair was — already burning. The flames — small, controlled, the mana-fire — danced.
"Take off your clothes."
She did.
He fucked her.
PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!!"
[Virgin Claimed: Name: Vesta]
[Ability Acquired: Flame Hair]
The next.
And the next.
And the next.
~ The Marathon — Day One Through Day Thirty
~# Day One
He fucked twelve women.
Twelve. In one day. From dawn to dusk. The chamber — the dark room, the black silk, the candles — was never empty. The door opened. The woman entered. The clothes came off. The cock went in. The system popped. The woman left. The next entered.
