"Wow, someone's got a lot of energy today."
"Not as much as this lady's ass."
I smiled at her comment, playfully patting her behind as I passed her while cleaning the floor.
"... Someone's pretty brave today."
"Oh, you're telling me you didn't like that? How long has it been since anyone's spanked that ass of yours?"
I continued to tease, passing her again...
Slap!
"—Ouch!"
"And this one? Did you like this one? I have to say, what a good ass to spank... Tell me, how many spankings have you given that old ass?"
I said, dodging the broom handle.
"What aggression... Doesn't even seem like the gentle old lady who's been cleaning up shit with me for the last three years."
"Miguel... What was that, you bastard? No. Who are you, and what did you do to Miguel?!"
For an old woman, she had plenty of stamina to run in circles after me.
"Oh, come on, Dona Lúcia, you know I'm still the Miguel you know."
"No. You're not. The Miguel I know wouldn't hit my ass even if I asked."
True...
But since when do you know me so well?
I simply wasn't after your old pussy before and would have stayed that way if it weren't for my new skill...
And you deserve this too, my dear cleaning companion. Instead of cleaning shit, you're going to clean my dick.
Much better, isn't it?
I'm going to make you a tremendous Gilf!
You'll surely thank me later, but for now, I have to play with you.
"Don't talk like that, you'll hurt my feelings, Dona Lúcia... A person can't be happy, can they? And weren't you complaining for the last few months about wanting a massage? So why are you complaining instead of enjoying yourself?"
"Argh... You little brat"
"You call me that, but I bet you'd love that 'brat' like this and that in your little pussy"
I joked, stopping a little away from her, when the old woman finally got tired, gesturing how I would fuck her.
"Haa... Being happy... Isn't a reason to be a pervert, brat... You're lucky I'm a weak old lady"
"Otherwise what?"
"Ah, boy... You have no idea. I'd sit on your face... And leave you dry..."
"What's this, Dona Lúcia... Even I get shy like this"
She seemed to have joined in the joke, but her gaze said otherwise. I saw a hint of seriousness amidst her amusement.
That's it. The seed was planted in her head.
Now I was one step closer to having sex with this old woman.
And it wasn't like she didn't like the idea, even without realizing it.
Sleeping with old ladies seems easy in hentai, but how do you do that if the old lady in question sees you as a grandson?
But okay. I would change that.
Maybe she didn't understand yet, but it was for her own good.
I can't let someone who has helped me so much in recent years continue cleaning up shit.
"Oh yeah, Dona Lucia... You won't guess what I bought for you."
She looked at me like a cat for a moment. Totally suspicious, before asking.
"What is it?"
"Wait a minute, I'll go get it."
I ran to the cleaning staff room, grabbing something from the refrigerator before returning.
"Here. That candy you wanted the other day."
"Oh? Now that's the Miguel I know."
"Only now do you recognize me? What a gold-digging old woman."
"Hmph... That's the least you could do... What's this? Some new topping?"
"Yes. It seems they were testing this new cream."
"Ah, now it's explained... Tell the truth? It was cheaper than usual because it was a test, wasn't it? You rascal. And here I was thinking it was worth the price of this candy. I'm disappointed..."
"You know, it would be more convincing if you said that without eating the damn candy."
"Leave me alone, boy... Hmm, strange."
"What's strange?"
"This cream... It's kind of salty and has a strange texture, but it combines with the candy in some weird way."
"Good that you liked it. I'm going to clean the bathrooms now. See you later."
"Hmm... Apologizing is good, isn't it? Better bring me more candy. Understand?"
"Look at that opportunist. Don't complain about diabetes later."
I left with that parting shot. I had a lot to do.
.
.
.
Damn!
How was it possible that there wasn't any opening?
My shift was almost over, but no matter how much I circled the hospital today—I couldn't find any opening to start corrupting those arrogant bitches.
All I got was their daily judgmental stares and a scolding before starting work today about how I missed work yesterday.
... Breathe. Calm down, man.
I repeated this mentally while taking a deep breath.
Come on, man, there's no reason to rush.
Your time...
My time will come.
Breaking them slowly would be more pleasurable.
I finally managed to calm the seed of anxiety that was forming with this thought in mind. Now was not the time to be impulsive but to think about how I could create an opening.
I had to get access to their food somehow. Something almost impossible.
They rarely ate anything from the hospital, always asking for food or bringing it from home. And even if they frequently ate the hospital food, the problem was getting into the kitchen; it was equally difficult getting into those lazy women's break room, and even if you managed to, it would be clear that someone had tampered with what they brought.
How difficult...
Or maybe I was just thinking small.
It was a fact that almost no one would accept something I offered in here...
Especially food.
But do they need to know it's me offering it?
What would they do if it were something offered by a secret admirer...
Along with 'proof' of their partners' betrayal?
... I have a succubus now, don't I?
Creating "proof" of betrayal would be easy.
A secret admirer at a moment of discovering betrayal...
Simply perfect.
Should I quit? This job will only delay me now. I don't have the luxury of wasting more than eight hours here every day, with no way to get out of here...
Not to mention the salary isn't even close to what I'll need to even begin such a plan.
That's it. I'm going to quit.
"What a good feeling..."
That decision seemed to lift an invisible weight as I went back to the bathroom I just cleaned...
Ten minutes later—it was a mess in there.
Broken doors and urinals...
The floor was covered in piss.
I had to do it. Now I was finally satisfied enough to go to reception.
"I quit."
"That's not my problem. It's not part of my job, janitor."
That look...
"Fuck you, I didn't ask. I'm just warning you, bitch."
"W-what? What did you call me?!"
I ignored her complaints as I walked out the front door.
I would make her regret looking at me like that.
But now I needed to do something else.
Time to get stronger.
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[Point conversion complete: 97 attribute points available.
Where would you like to reallocate them?]
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"10 points into each attribute and divide the remaining 27 between mana, strength, and agility"
[Done]
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Stats.
• Strength: 9 > 28.
• Stamina/Vitality: 12 > 22.
• Resistance: 14 > 24.
• Agility: 9 > 28
• Constitution: 12 > 22.
• Mana: 10 > 29.
Special statistics.
• Charm: 2 > 12.
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The changes were immediate as I walked.
My body felt much heavier and denser now.
I had to stop for a moment to admire the changes and also to get used to the new sensation.
"Incredible"
I murmured softly to myself as I flexed my arm, feeling a sense of power. Not to mention that the bulging veins were a spectacle in themselves.
"—Ouch. Damn it, watch where you're going."
What?
A mosquito?
Strange. Suddenly, I heard a buzzing sound that made me look back.
"Hey, aren't you going to help me—uh... hi?"
It turned out to be a girl, not a mosquito. I extended my hand to help her up.
"Are you alright?"
"Ah... ah, yes, of course... It wasn't anything serious. I accidentally bumped into you... This damn cell phone."
"Well. I'll be going then."
"Wait... Sir... Could you—could you give me your number?"
What?