{You have successfully bonded to the Legendary Incubus System}
"Ouch!" Demon exclaimed, sitting straight on his bed.
It felt like someone had smashed a bowling ball against the inside of his skull. The pain pulsed once, twice, then faded, leaving behind a dull ache and a fog behind his eyes.
The feeling lasted a few seconds before dying down.
"What the hell?"
Damon looked around in disbelief. The same concrete walls. The same low ceiling. The same narrow window near the far corner that let in a sliver of daylight.
He recognized where he was but had no memory of how he got there. The last thing he remembered was agreeing to be Selene's Avatar.
Everything else was a blur in his mind.
"That can't be possible," he whispered acknowledging his surroundings.
He swung off the bed and crossed the room in two strides, pressing his face to the window. Sunlight washed over his skin. Outside, the familiar yard stretched out exactly as he remembered.
He was home. As in the same home that he was forced out of eight years ago.
Relief flickered, then died just as fast. The agency was gone. The chains were gone. But the gaps in his memory clawed at him.
Something had happened. Something big.
His gaze dropped to the bed. Seeing a folded page lay on the sheets, Damon picked it up.
^You won't remember writing this note. The system should've cleared out portions of your memory by now. The agency thinks you're dead so they won't be looking for you. Suzan won't be a problem. Whatever it takes, become the strongest. Fast^
Damon's fingers tightened around the paper.
So he'd planned for this.
Before he could think deeper, a translucent blue screen slid into view.
{Host, you have been given a second chance at life. A chance to be powerful and strong. A chance to achieve all your heart desires}
"Tell me more." Everything was slowly starting to make sense to Damon.
{You have been given access to 1% of the System's power. The full might of the system will be released to you after you prove yourself worthy of it by completing all missions in the Lust Trials}
{Through lustful acts, Host can earn Lustcoins which can be spent on lifespan increment, attribute upgrades, purchase and upgrade of weapons, skills and spells from the Lust Store among others}
{Host will also receive monetary rewards for committing lustful acts}
Damon read with rapt attention every screen that entered his vision one after the other. He couldn't help but find the System's words strangely familiar.
'Show me my stats.'
{HOST STATS
NAME: Damon
RACE: Human
Lifespan: 1:23:55:41 (d/hr/min/s)
Level: 0
EXP: 0/10
Lustcoins: 0
RANK: F
HP: 20
MP: 10
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Intelligence: 1
Vitality: 1
Agility:1
Strength: 1
Sense: 1
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SPELLS: 0
SKILLS: 0
WEAPONS: 0}
Just as he theorized, he could speak to the System through his thoughts.
Scanning through his stats, he didn't need a prophet to tell him he was weak. The only way to become stronger was to indulge in sexual acts multiple times which he looked forward to.
The obvious problem was that he had 2 days to live. He needed Lustcoins asap.
{BONDING REWARDS}
{Host has been rewarded with 2 Skills, 2 Weapons and 2 Spells for successfully bonding to the System}
"Nice. Show me."
The rewards resolved into detail.
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{F-Rank Skill – Shadow Step (Active): Increases movement speed by 3 points when in dark places for 1 minute. 5min cooldown}
{F-Rank Skill – Multi Strike (Active): Attack twice in 1 second for 3 seconds. 2min cooldown.}
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{F-Rank Weapon – Rusted Dagger: -2 HP/Hit}
{F-Rank Weapon – Iron Gloves: -1HP/Hit}
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{F-Rank Spell – Ember Spark: Creates a weak flame. Cost: 2MP/Cast. Effect: -2 HP/ Hit}
{F-Rank Spell – Minor Mend: Restores a small amount of HP. Cost: 2MP/Cast. Effect:+2 HP/Cast}
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"Anything else, I need to know?"
{As an Incubus you possess an innate ability to create and greatly amplify lust in others for you after they consume your blood}
Interesting.
{As an incubus, you can cause females to lactate on command after they consume your seed}
{Your seed is currently inviable. It will become potent at Lvl 100}
Damon read every dialogue box with total focus and a weird, devious smile on his face.
{Until the Lust Trials are achieved, you are required to execute the workout routine, perform combat training and meet the orgasm quota everyday}
{Failure to complete any will be severely punished}
Once again, the system mentioned the Lust Trials. Damon understood it was something important so looked it up.
{LUST TRIALS: This trial will put your identity as an Incubus to the test. Complete the missions before the timer runs out and you'll gain the trust of the System and unlock further of its capabilities.}
{Fail and you'll lose the System and your life}
Damon didn't feel threatened in the slightest while reading the trial's info. If the missions turned out to be what he expects, there was no chance in hell he was going to fail.
No more jerking off in the secret corners of his cell to female slave wardens.
No more jerking off period.
{MISSIONS OF THE LUST TRIALS}
{1. Breed 500 ladies across each race}
{2. Reach Level 100}
{3. Raise all Attributes to 100 Points}
{4. Clear 100 A-Rank Earth Dungeons}
{5. Find Excalibur}
{6. Earn 1,000,000 LustCoins}
{7. Kill an Avatar}
{Duration: 350 Days}
On seeing the missions, Damon felt a rush of joy flow in him. Each mission seemed harder than the last, but also more exciting. The only potential issue was the duration, but since this was his path to power, he would gladly walk it.
The opening of the basement door pulled Damon out of his thoughts.
"It can't be," The eyes of the lady that opened it went wide in shock when they met Damon's.
Before Damon could speak, she shut the door.
"Valerie, I don't think mom was joking. Damon is back," Damon heard her squeal from the other side.
His stepmom had always hated him and treated him like dirt, but his older stepsisters adored him. Back in the mines, he used to wonder what lie she told them after she sold him to the Agency.
The door went open again and this time, two super beauties rushed in.
Short horns curved from their heads and long, fluffy tails swayed behind them. The clothes they had on clung to their soft curves; loose tops hanging just low enough to tease without revealing too much.
Finding Damon, they flung themselves on him in a possessive hug. Damon found himself squished between two pairs of glorious boobs. Their heavenly scent filled his nose.
Unfortunately, they had to break up the hug.
"We've missed you, little brother," Valery said, wiping a tear off her cheek.
"I thought I would never see you again," Malory added, carefully inspecting Damon's face. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. It feels good to be back after so long," Damon smiled. "But where exactly did you think I was?"
Damon and his stepsisters chatted for about an hour till Suzan, their mom called them up for dinner. Apparently, the bitch had told her daughters that Damon was taken by a distant relative to live with him in another continent.
There was no chance in hell, Damon was going to go along with that lie.
"The important thing is I'm back and I'm staying." Damon assured, holding their hands.
Damon hated Suzan with every fibre of his being and he would make her daughters hate her even more.
Eventually, they left him so they could change and prepare for dinner. Damon laid back on his bed, multiple thoughts crossing his mind. A smile crept on his face as he thought. He had decided on who his first target would be.
Damon got into the shower for a bath, changed into a blue top and khaki shorts his clothes. He left his room for the dinning room. In his shirt pocket was a razor blade.
"Isn't this nice?" Valery asked, her eyes moving from one person to another. "Us, eating dinner as a family."
"Yeah," Damon replied, staring daggers at Suzan. "We're together again and nothing is going to change that."
The twins held his arms in joy.
"By the way, this spaghetti is amazing, mom," Damon forced a smile.
Suzan might be a racist bitch but she sure knew how to cook. Damon couldn't remember the last time he ate food this good.
Dinner was filled with laughs and chatter. Damon waited patiently for his opportunity to present itself. And it did.
"Give me your cup. I'll fill it while I fill mine." Damon offered, reaching for Suzan's cup.
"That's sweet of you."
Damon took their cups to the tap. While the others were distracted with whatever shit they were talking about, Damon brought out the razor in his shirt pocket and cut himself slightly in his thumb. He pressed on the wound right above Suzan's cup and a few drops of blood fell into it.
Innocently, he picked up the cup and carried it back to the table.
"Thanks," Suzan received the cup from him and drank greedily till it was half empty.
Damon sat with a grin on his face as a screen showed up in front of him.
{BloodLust Activated}
{Target Acquired: Suzan Salvatore}