Hey guys, Narrator here.
While Damon dreams of conquering the world, there are a few things I need to get off my chest. PurpleG tells me you guys are enjoying the story. I like that. Still weird, though. Damon hasn't really done shit yet.
The synop— the synopsis… shit, I've forgotten what I wanted to say.
Let me think…
Thinking…
Thinking…
Right. Got it.
The synopsis will deliver exactly what it promised, and more. But keep in mind, this is a progressive story. Don't expect everything to unfold at the beginning.
Fuck. Damon's waking up. I need to get back to work.
Leave whatever you want to say in the comments and I'll reply when next PurpleG gives me the wheel.
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"Honk!"
Damon bolted upright, heart slamming against his ribs. The sound had ripped through the quiet morning like a warden's alarm back at the Agency. For a split second, he was back in chains.
He wasn't a slave anymore. But the trauma was still wired deep into his nervous system.
"Relax," he muttered, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "That's never going to happen again."
Damon dragged a hand through his hair and turned toward the empty side of the bed. His slutty stepmother had fled sometime after he'd creampied her last night. A slow, devious smile curved his lips. If only she knew what he had planned for her.
He focused his mind on the System. A translucent blue screen materialized in front of him.
{Congratulations, Host}
{Target: Susan Salvatore has been successfully enslaved}
{REWARDS}
"Open rewards."
The screen refreshed.
{At Level 0:
Every 10cl of Milk drunk from Target = 10 LustCoins
Every Ass-Spank on Target = 5 LustCoins
Every Scream/Moan of Target = 3 LustCoins
Every Orgasm of Target = 20 LustCoins
Every thrust into Target before Orgasm = 1 LustCoin
Every Self-Release swallowed by Target = 25 LustCoins
Every Self-Release in Pussy of Target = 35 LustCoins
Total earned: 410 LustCoins }
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{Rewards reduce by 10% every 10 acts}
{Rewards increase by 10% every 5 Levels}
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With every line he read, satisfaction bloomed hotter in Damon's chest. He had earned his first LustCoins from a source that would keep on giving.
'Show me basic stats,' he thought.
{HOST STATS
Name: Damon
Race: Incubus
Lifespan: 1:08:35:22
Level: 0
LustCoins: 410
Semen State: Sterile (Temporary)
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SEX ATTRIBUTES:
(+1 Point to all upon Level Up)
(10 LustCoins = 1 Attribute Point)
Dick Length (7"): 0/100
Dick Girth (5"): 0/200
Stamina (1 round/15 min): 0/50
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SEX TECHNIQUES: None }
Just as Damon suspected, losing his virginity had changed his race from Human to Incubus. What he hadn't expected was the full suite of Incubus attributes and mechanics that came with it.
'Convert all available LustCoins to Stamina.'
The numbers shifted instantly. Damon mentally noted the conversion rate. He could have poured everything into Lifespan like most people would, but that would have been shortsighted.
Another unopened reward notification pulsed in the corner of his vision. He opened it.
{Bonus Reward for First Creampie: Skill – Seed of Obsession: Could explain this in a fancy way, but long story short, any lady of Damon's choice who consumes his seed instantly turns into his Yandere girl.
Bonus Reward for Earning and Spending LustCoins within 12 hours: +150 LustCoins
Bonus Reward for First Conversion: +5 General Attribute Points & +5 Sex Attribute Points
Bonus Reward for ??????????: Spell - Derahk's Curse}
'Wow. All this for my first time? Could the System be glitching?'
Take it or leave it, bro.
Damon didn't waste a second. He spent the bonus coins and allocated every new point. When the process finished, his status screen looked far more promising.
{HOST STATS
Name: Damon
Race: Incubus
Semen State: Sterile
Lifespan: 1:08:25:10
Level: 0
EXP: 0/10
LustCoins: 0
Rank: F
HP: 20
MP: 10
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INNATE ATTRIBUTES:
Intelligence: 4
Vitality: 1
Agility: 2
Strength: 6
Sense: 2
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SEX ATTRIBUTES:
Dick Length (7"): 0/100
Dick Girth (5"): 0/200
Stamina (2 rounds/15 min): 0/60
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SKILLS: Shadow Step, Multi Strike, Seed of Obsession.
WEAPONS:Rusted Dagger, Iron Gloves
SPELLS: Ember Spark, Minor Mend, Derahk's Curse
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SEX TECHNIQUES: None }
'System, explain Drehk's Curse.'
It was the only unknown in his arsenal and he had no idea why the System had gifted it to him.
{DERAHK'S CURSE:
Cost: 1 free use, then 5000 LustCoins per subsequent use.
Effect: The Cursed target experiences intense pain instead of pleasure from all sexual stimulation. All earnings from the target are permanently multiplied by 10x.
DANGERS:
1. If the cursed target ever sees the Host, the Host dies instantly.
2. If the cursed target sees any male, the target dies instantly and the Host loses 90% of his current Lifespan.
3. If the cursed target is ever exposed to sunlight, all System privileges are frozen for 10 years.
Wtf did I just write...
"Holy shit."
Damon stared at the screen, genuinely stunned. The upside was monstrous, but the downsides were more terrifying. Why would the System offer something this volatile?
"Until I figure out how to use it safely, it stays locked away," he muttered.
Finding a target wasn't the issue. The moment he read the description, he already knew exactly who it would be for. The real problem was preventing the Dangers from triggering.
With nothing left to do in the System for now, Damon dismissed the screens. He showered quickly, then dressed in an ash-gray top and red shorts before heading downstairs for breakfast.
"Beautiful day, isn't it, Susan?"
Susan's entire body jolted at the sound of his voice. She had turned to tend the frying eggs only a second earlier. Now Damon was right behind her.
"Y-y-yes," she stammered, eyes glued to the pan.
She clearly hoped that if she ignored him, he would simply disappear. Damon saw straight through the act.
'She must feel so ashamed of how much she enjoyed herself last night, he thought with dark amusement as he walked away.
He heard her soft sigh of relief but didn't react. He could wait. After all, she was only one drop of blood away from begging for his cock like the desperate slut she truly was.
It was a few minutes past 8am. Damon paced the living room, mind already scheming.
"Do you mind turning the coffee off? Your sisters will be down soon," Susan asked, still refusing to look at him.
"Sure," he replied flatly.
As he reached the coffee pot, a wicked idea flickered through his mind, then he pushed it aside. At his current stats, he doubted he could satisfy three beautiful women repeatedly. That kind of overreach could damage his long-term plans.
He switched off the heater and returned to his thoughts. After breakfast, he planned to take a stroll around the neighborhood. There were a few things he needed to confirm.
A few minutes later, the twins hurried down the stairs.
"Morning, Mom," they said almost in unison.
"Morning, dears. Did you sleep well?" Susan asked, immediately regretting the question.
"Not really," Malory replied, pulling out a chair. "It was hard to fall asleep with Mr. Leafy and his wife making loud noises while they were having sex."
Susan froze, unsure what to say. She prayed the eggs would take forever to finish cooking.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard them," Valery added, scrolling through her phone.
"The Leafys are still around? That's good to know." Damon leaned against the counter. "You two are looking hot today."
Susan glanced at him for the briefest second before turning back to the stove. The flash of emotion on her face was gone in an instant, but Damon caught it clearly.
Jealousy.
Valery's tight emerald dress clung to her full breasts and wide hips, the deep slit flashing smooth thigh with every step. Malory's sheer black lace dress hugged her perky tits and round ass like a second skin, both radiating pure fuck-me energy.
"We better be," Valery shot back, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I paid seven hundred dollars for this dress."
"Thanks, Damon," Malory said more politely, pouring herself coffee. "The Hellion manager at the bank we're applying to has a thing for Taurus women. We're hoping he'll give us the job if we look good enough."
"What if he says you'll only get the job if he fucks both of you?"
All eyes snapped to Damon.
"What sort of crazy question is that?" Valery asked with folded arms.
"It's a simple question, sis," Damon stared at both of them. "Would you?"