"Damn, shit..."
The situation seemed even more like a dream now, as I looked at myself in the mirror.
... Who was this hottie?
It wasn't like I was unrecognizable, but the morbid, hopeless look of a CLT had disappeared.
That usual tiredness, the dark circles under my eyes, the neglected skin, and the greasy hair...
I didn't look like any of that anymore.
My self-esteem was through the roof.
... You're the man, Grandpa.
Winking one last time at that hottie in the mirror, I left the bathroom after a quick shower. Yesterday was an intense day...
Maybe not as intense as it must have been for Ayla, who was still sleeping like a baby. A peaceful, innocent smile on her sleepy face.
Anyone who saw her would think she was just having a good dream. An innocent person dreaming of good things...
And not a satisfied little slut. This wouldn't even cross anyone's mind if they only looked at her face—an opinion that would change the moment they saw the rest.
Honestly, I felt a strange pride seeing her so... dirty. So used.
Even though I had criticized her body before fucking her yesterday, I really couldn't hold back.
Now she was there, stretched out on the bed...
Her used ass and pussy were a symbol of my conquest. The bed was so dirty it probably wasn't salvageable.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing that happened. Her appearance was totally different now. An easy 9/10. No discussion.
Her face was much more refined and seductive, as it should be. Basically flawless...
Her ass was a wet dream for anyone; it was as round as could be. It had also grown a little in circumference. Great for a spanking.
But the biggest change was in her body. Now she had enough curves for me to get lost in. Her thighs and hips were much larger to my satisfaction, and a long black tail with a heart at the tip sprouted from her coccyx.
And it didn't stop there. Her horns were much larger, and her back had also changed a bit. Small follicles had appeared... probably something related to her wings.
Now that's more like it. Now she could call herself a succubus. But, of course, none of that was what crowned her appearance for me...
Her breasts were something else entirely now. Two lascivious balloons—even bimbos would be envious.
... Ayla was a lascivious perfection now. A perfection that belonged to me.
Or at least that's what the system said.
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Abbreviation three—Ayla. [Relationship: Master and servant—entirely sexual relationship.]
Name: Ayla.
Age: 21 years, 3 months, 8 days, 14 hours, and 36 seconds.
Race: Succubus [Early adulthood (recently evolved).]
Class: Contracted Summoning [Master: Miguel Ivanovic]
Titles: Master's Little Whore [self-proclaimed].
Rank: E.
Stats:
• Strength: 10.
• Stamina/Vitality: 15.
• Endurance: 15.
• Agility: 10.
• Constitution: 10.
• Mana: 10.
(Standardized by evolution)
Abilities:
• Energy Drain [Innate ability unlocked—Rank F].
• Pheromones [New—Rank E].
• Attraction [New—Rank E].
• Shapeshifting [Innate ability unlocked—Rank E].
Attributes:
• Seduction [unlocked with evolution].
• Mark of Corruption [unlocked with evolution].
Resistances:
• Mental attacks [Rank E]
Emotions towards the user:
• Love [23%].
• Lust [78%].
• Corruption [68%].
• Negative feelings [0%].
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Just a little more and she would be completely mine.
Getting a bitch like that out of nowhere...
I couldn't be more grateful to the old man.
But of course, things didn't stop there. The formation of the contract changed a lot.
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[Alpha Omega System—Status]
Name: Miguel Ivanovic.
Age: 18 years, 6 months, 2 days, 2 hours, 34 minutes, and 23 seconds.
Race: Human.
Class: Summoner [Temporary. If the user does not choose another class within 3 days, the Summoner class will become permanent—see available classes].
Titles: Heir of Markus Ivanovic.
Classification: F.
Skills:
• Contractual Summoning [unranked].
• Corrupting Essence [unlocked—unranked]
• [Other skills locked]
Attributes:
• Corruption.
• Distortion.
Resistances:
• Seduction [New — Rank F].
Corruption Points: 17.
Love Points: 5.
Lust Points: 21.
[Tab one: Shop (locked)].
[Tab two: Point Conversion].
[Tab three: Relationships].
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My classification increased.
My first resistance.
And a new skill.
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[Corrupting Essence—Unranked.
Details: Your semen now has the quality of nourishing and corrupting the body of whoever consumes it. It doesn't alter the target's mind or thoughts, but it makes their body more susceptible to the user. As consumption continues, the target's body will become increasingly sensitive to the user's presence and will also desire the user.
Consumption also alters the target's body, making it increasingly feminine and bringing it back to its peak.
Requirements: Progressive consumption.
Cooldown: As long as the user can withstand it.
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My status also changed on the conventional green screen.
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Name: Miguel Ivanovic.
Age: 18 years old. 6 months until next birthday.
Race: Human.
Class: Summoner.
Titles: Contractor of Lust.
Classification: Unawakened ???
Abilities:
• Energy Drain (new—rank G).
• Shapeshifting (new—rank F).
Attributes: —
Resistances: —
Stats:
• Strength: 9 (updated).
• Stamina/Vitality: 12 (updated).
• Resistance: 14 (updated).
• Agility: 9 (updated).
• Constitution: 12 (updated).
• Mana: 10 (updated).
[Average of a healthy adult male: 5-10.]
[Average of a low-level awakened individual: 20-30.]
Special statistics.
• Charm: 2 (new).
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I was a different man compared to yesterday morning.
There was a chasm between my yesterday self, who couldn't even feel anger or resentment, and the me of today, who now had a way. A path that would allow me to grow while enjoying new vaginas.
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Tab two—Point conversion.
Corruption Points: The conversion rate from corruption to stat points is 1 to 3.
Love Points: The conversion rate from love to stat points is 1 to 5.
Lust Points: The conversion rate from lust to stat points is 1 to 1.
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Now I could convert the points I earned by fucking Ayla into stat points.
And the best part was, the conversion was very unequal in my favor...
Or so it seemed. It was actually a pretty fair conversion.
From Rank C onwards —
The three-digit numbers started. I was still very far from that. I can't even imagine what the stats of someone above Rank B should be like.
It must be something in the thousands. Absurd. I know.
... How the hell am I supposed to deal with them?
My dad is Rank S. That bastard.
My mom is also Rank S. Bitch.
My sisters are, respectively, in Rank B. Bitches.
And then there's my uncle's family... Nothing against them, but who told them to just stand there watching while they threw me away?
What a mess.
It'll take a while to get revenge, but it doesn't matter. This just gives me even more time to think about what I'm going to do with each of them.
Any advice, Grandpa?
I asked without really expecting an answer, but...
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[Scheduled message from Markus Ivanovic: Get rid of the men and fuck the women 😉].
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Damn it, Grandpa...
I'm not going to fuck my own mother...
Am I?
I smiled at the thought. Miserable old man, don't give me ideas...
That's it. Time to work.
I shook my head, checking the time on the clock. I couldn't be late or absent today. I still have some things to take care of at the hospital.
Now I had a way to transform those arrogant faces into beautiful, vulgar paintings.
But before that, I kissed and slapped each cheek of Ayla's ass. I also left a note on the bed with some warnings, leaving only after doing that.
It was time to corrupt some bitches.
I pity their husbands. My future cuckolds.