Cale lay on the table staring at the moon, his whole body completely wrecked. His first life was nothing but porn and jerking off, his second was betrayal after betrayal, and this third one? This was actually real.
Aah, I'm completely drained.
He stretched his arms out, feeling the exhaustion sink into his bones.
Is this what real semen drain feels like?
He couldn't even sympathize with other guys anymore because their sex lives were nothing compared to what he'd been through.
His first life—total virgin gooner who watched porn like it was his favorite TV drama. His second life as Cale—roamed around with countless women but they all betrayed him the moment things got hard, and he never once got what you could call actual human pussy. This third life—first a whole year of monsters underground, thankfully he didn't remember that because of the regression time skip, and right after that he'd been a prostitute for his stepsister and her knight.
This isn't normal.
The system panel popped up glowing blue in the darkness.
[UNOPENED REWARDS AVAILABLE]
"Show me."
[REWARD CHOICE: 1 - 12-hour pass outside estate with no slave mark restrictions 2 - Advancement to Novice Rank 9 Cultivation]
This is tough. One rank up in cultivation with just sex with Ava sounded awesome, but it might become way harder later on. Each base gets harder than the previous one and at some point you have to seclude yourself and stay for decades, go higher and it goes to centuries.
"The pass."
[SUBOPTIMAL CHOICE SELECTED]
"Yeah whatever, shut up."
He was already thinking about what he needed to do with those twelve hours. Find out who betrayed him. Find out who set him up in his past life. He needed to know who the leak was, who put all those crimes on him that weren't even his fault.
The system crackled.
[UNOPENED LORE: Human Bloodline Absorption - 63%]
Wow, I'm only 63% human or what?
He thought about it for a second. Well it must mean going to the limits of being a human. He hadn't thought much about this before because he wasn't fucking some vampire or succubus, he was more settled on his revenge sex and finding out who fucked him over.
"Hey, aren't you acting too friendly all of a sudden?" he asked the system.
[I am currently under the creator's control]
Oh… that guy. You dumb god, at least you should've put me in a better body.
[Creator has left]
Right right, even worse than my friends when I asked them for money.
He took a quick nap of a few minutes, not really sleeping but just resting his eyes. Then he pulled open the drawer under the table where he'd been collecting gold and ornaments just in case he got exiled again.
He grabbed the black market tablet with the owl sigil on it.
"Start that 12 hour timer."
[TIMER ACTIVATED - 12 HOURS REMAINING]
It wasn't hard to get out of the estate. He only had to finger some pussies of horny maids who were desperate for his touch, kiss some of the friendly ones, and give some coins to the guards who were happy to accept bribes. The system's passive abilities made it stupid easy—women just naturally wanted him close.
He took a family carriage with a few guards and they reached Hilbert Chamber of Commerce, which was supposedly one of a million routes for the black market.
"You guys wait for a few hours, I'm buying some ornaments for mother to wear tomorrow," he told them.
The guards agreed immediately, thrilled to even be mentioned in an act of gifting the duchess, even though there were probably a thousand other guards who did the same thing.
"Yes young master."
He wore a plain robe and went into the sewers with a flame torch in hand. He came across the door pretty quickly.
This should be it.
A man came out of the shadows.
"Who're you?"
Oh… the code time, it's been a while since I've done this.
"Who is coming?" the man asked.
"Rats. Sewer rats,"
"What are you here for?"
"Buying some stuff, you know it's cheap powder here."
Another guard opened the door fully.
"Dear guest come in."
It was a whole underground city down there. Potions, ingredients, magical beasts, even demi human slaves were sold all over the place.
Hmm, now this feels home.
He could see the cat girls in their cages, could feel their eyes on him with interest, but he pushed that thought away.
Id love to bang some catgirls but that comes later, let's focus on real work.
He entered a small potion shop because he had limited money and not much power to protect anything bigger.
"What would you like?"
"A… potion, I need… that one."
"Please tell me which one, there are hundreds of that one here."
"It's colourless, odourless, specifically for magicians and low base cultivators. One sip and it makes you unconscious for a few hours."
The shopkeeper sighed and turned to search through boxes.
"You rich people sure like to play with that potion huh. I know a few slave shops too, you'll only need to pay the recommendation charges, just mention my name there."
"Give it or I'm leaving."
"Ok ok, you don't understand kind gestures."
It wasn't long before Cale noticed the shopkeeper was a she not a he inside that robe and voice altering mask. And the most obvious thing was those tiny shorts, like underwear small, that showed off her ass completely.
Finally, Cale's dick reacted to that booty, confirming the gender and making him hard against his thigh.
You hypersensitive dick, you've gone so sensitive after those monster pussies that you react to any woman now.
She was shaking her ass while searching in boxes, completely unaware or maybe doing it on purpose.
Cale's dick bulged in his pants hard.
The door chimed and he immediately hid his face deeper in his robe. He recognized the energy signature instantly—that precise walk, those crimson eyes even behind the mask, those perfect hands.
Rexa.
What the hell is she doing here?
He tried real hard to hide his face, keeping his body turned away as much as possible.
"I want to buy a special kind of drug that won't leave traces, especially for mages and cultivators."
The shopkeeper sighed hard.
"Is there some kill all fest going on, why is everyone suddenly asking for the same drug?"
Cale's mind was racing.
Was she the one who… well she did say to do crimes in those wet dreams. What did she need the knockout drug for? Was she planning to drug someone? Was she part of whatever was about to happen to him?
The keeper found both potions and kept them on the desk. They were in glass vials, red in color which was somehow supposed to not appear, and the bottles screamed nobility just from looking at them.
Rexa looked at those two bottles thinking why there is another person buying the same thing. Her eyes lingered on the other vial for a moment.
well she did say to do crimes in those wet dreams.
Rexa took it quickly trying to run away, she paid with some information instead of gold because it sells better than human lives in places like this.
They both talked a bit about its authenticity, but she left after confirming.
Cale waited a moment before turning back to the shopkeeper.
"Uhh… can you tell me what she gave… it might be—"
"Linked to you, haha, of course…. 900000Z," the shopkeeper said with clear amusement.
"You, didn't you take it for only 150000z?"
"That was then,"
"Right, leave it," he said, handing over the gold.
The next evening the banquet started. Cale and his father, who wouldn't have attended if both didn't collide on the same days, stood at the entrance to greet guests.
A count came with his daughter who seemed shy.
"Your excellency this is my daughter, Vellina, also congrats on your coming of age and 118th birthday, what joyous occasion for both to come on same day."
Vellina looked at Cale's face for a moment.
Then she ran.
"I am sorry, my mother is calling."
Am I so handsome, or rather bad-looking, I have rarely gone out of this place.
Is Rexa also spreading information about me outside like yesterday? She could easily frame me as a scumbag if nobody knew me.
"So, sorry young lord, my daughter… seems to be… a bit shy."
"Riiiiiight… it's… ok, no problem… at all."
He looked around and it wasn't only her. All people were looking at him like he'd pounce on them to eat. Everyone had that mixture of fear and curiosity, like they'd been told about him and were finally seeing him in person.
His father put a hand on his shoulder and Cale felt a slight bit of qi pulse through it.
He flinched to avoid it.
"Y… you…kid.."
But then a guard shouted.
"The princess is entering!"
Everyone bowed immediately.
Nice save princess.
She entered with small light steps, white hair cascading down, black dress with dark blue at the bottom, black gloves, open hair with star trinkets in it. Those blue eyes matched perfectly with everything else about her.
A true MILF whose boobs jiggled with a single step. His gaze couldn't look away even if he tried.
Others wanted to stare too, but the consequences were real so they didn't.
"I will go ahead now, don't forget to greet her, especially her."
Cale stared at her, her face especially, unchanged and cold as they say. She was 29 and had such loneliness in those eyes. Either she has a past… or she's a lesbian.
Shall we greet her then?
She turned slightly and her blue eyes caught his across the room for just a moment, and something flickered across her face before she looked away. Cold again, ice again, like nothing had happened.
But he'd seen it. Interest maybe, or just recognition that another dangerous person was in the room.