A strange sensation rose in their hearts as their own voices echoed in their minds, asking in soft, seductive tones if they agreed to sign the contract.
No physical pen was needed, nor any strange ritualistic gestures. A moment of clarity flashed through them; simply responding to the inner voice would complete the binding.
Without hesitation, they responded to the call. The magical contracts burst into flames, turning into pure mana as lines of complex, incomprehensible script unraveled and split into two parts.
One portion of the mana returned to Makiya, merging into his energy system. The other lines of mana twisted like serpents, burrowing directly into the bodies of the five women. As the magic took effect, pink brandings slowly materialized on their lower abdomens.
The center of the brand was heart-shaped, with bat-wing-like patterns spreading on either side. The lines were suggestive, glowing with a pinkish-purple hue.
Makiya had copied this contract from the memories of the Erotica Makiya. It originated from the Demon God behind the Demon World Army, used to control the most powerful Taimanin. Its logic was flawless, and the mana connection was hidden and stable enough to evade detection from the world's top human experts.
Makiya only wanted to lend power and collect the returns, letting others grow stronger on his behalf while he took a 'fee' from their progress. Essentially, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement. He didn't need the more extravagant features yet; once the effects were verified, he would delve deeper into modifying the contract.
The mana transmission between the contracts functioned like quantum entanglement. The moment Makiya gave a mental command, their bodies would react instantly. For example:
Sitting perfectly still, Makiya silently commanded the contract to increase their physical sensitivity.
This contract could increase sensitivity up to ten thousand times. It had to be said that Taimanin were truly not ordinary people; their profession surpassed many supernatural systems. Some of the strongest, like Shiranui Mizushiro and Asagi Igawa, had once been captured and had their sensitivity pushed to three thousand times, yet they could still endure it. Such physical resilience was terrifying.
Fearing he might fry their brains, Makiya took it slow, first ordering a tenfold increase. The five women let out muffled moans, their eyes glazed with surging desire.
Twentyfold: they struggled to stand, and 'localized heavy rain' began to fall.
Thirtyfold: a draft blew through the factory hall. As if struck by lightning, the five women trembled violently and collapsed to the floor like puddles of mud, twitching under the waves of stimulation.
Fiftyfold: the storm hit, tides surged, and the five 'salted fish' rolled their eyes back, their faces twisted into broken, blissful smiles.
The contract had turned them into Makiya's puppets. In a single thought, he held dominion over their lives or could make them wish for death. Like a high god toying with mortals, a lesser man might have lost himself in the power.
Makiya restored the settings to normal. Once the five finally regained their senses, he beckoned them closer.
"Iris, come here," Makiya called softly.
Iris struggled to crawl up. Her restored strength wasn't enough to help her stand; the lingering sensations were still washing over her. The madness of those last thirty seconds was something she would never forget.
She obediently crawled to Makiya's feet like a loyal dog, blinking her eyes in anticipation.
"Take this cultivation method." A ball of pure white light appeared in Makiya's hand, which he pressed gently against the top of Iris's head.
The light passed through her skull without resistance, merging into her mind under Makiya's control. As various techniques and abilities flooded her thoughts, Iris once again fell into an ahegao expression, saliva involuntarily leaking from the corner of her mouth.
The mana seed took root within her. The inclusive nature of the Marvel world manifested once more; the creatures of this world possessed endless potential and top-tier plasticity.
The memories he transmitted were specific Taimanin magical cultivation methods. Depending on individual physical traits and bloodlines, the power and characteristics of the magic would vary.
Although Taimanin originated from an erotic game, the professional system and power ceiling were exceptionally high. Some could manipulate time, sever space, or control destiny. Others could even restart world lines with a thought—making them far more efficient than the Flash.
"Practice hard. You have great potential; don't let me down," Makiya encouraged her perfunctorily. He didn't even know if Iris heard him, given her current state of sensory overload.
Merging memories wasn't the same as a simple shared memory; it placed a heavy burden on the mind. Even though Makiya was careful with his technique and speed, it still came with significant pain.
"Number 2, you're next." Makiya waved Iris aside and beckoned to the second woman.
Number 2 crawled tremulously to his feet, rubbing her head against his shin like a pet, fearing punishment.
Having seen Iris's reaction, she knew exactly what her master was doing.
Another cluster of memories appeared in Makiya's hand. As it merged into her mind, a chakra seed also took root in her body. Her tissues were guided by supernatural forces, undergoing a subtle transformation.
"Number 2, since you love ACG culture and long for Japanese tradition, I will grant you the chakra cultivation system, ninjutsu, and taijutsu. Treasure them."
Then came Number 3. She had the most fashionable style among the five; even simple outfits became magical in her hands. Makiya gave her the Shinigami cultivation system, discarding the physical body to focus purely on the soul.
Of course, her physical body was preserved for daily life, similar to how Ichigo Kurosaki operated.
The Shinigami system was unique. In its original world, the entire universe depended on the Soul King. While Marvel certainly had souls, Makiya's experiments and Number 3's feedback confirmed that the spiritual pressure system could indeed be cultivated in this world.
Number 4's inheritance came from the Magic Emperor—the Mistress subclass. She would absorb the Seven Deadly Sins through her stigmata, strengthening herself by eliminating original sin.
The peak of the Mistress path was equally formidable. By fusing the Seven Deadly Sins into a single essence within the body, she would understand human sin and desire, guiding souls to a pure paradise, eventually surpassing the limits of human sin to become a six-winged fallen angel.
Deep red stigmata appeared on Number 4's skin, symbolizing Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust. As the methods flooded her mind, her body shook uncontrollably, her delicate face contorted in pain.
Number 5 was more traditional and had a master's in medicine. She favored traditional Chinese culture. Makiya directly transmitted twenty years of inner power to her, along with various martial arts techniques. The process was calm and steady; she felt little pain as the techniques played in her mind like a movie, faring much better than the wailing of the others.
After receiving their memories, all five showed expressions of joy, realizing they had been blessed with a path to true supernatural power.
"Thank you, Master!" Iris was the first to react, pressing her face to the floor in respect. The others followed suit, prostrating themselves.
Within three seconds, the lustful five reverted to their true natures, loosening their clothes and biting their lips. "We cannot repay Master's kindness enough. We can only do our best to serve you..."
Makiya's lip twitched. As the saying goes, a field isn't worn out by plowing, but the ox eventually tires. Even with the Erotica Makiya's powerful kidneys and his combined physical stats, he was still the ox. After two months of continuous labor, he was feeling a bit hollow.
Once the novelty wore off, Makiya entered a long-term Sage Mode, thinking only of cultivation and causing trouble.
Using the contract to suppress their advances, Makiya looked at the row of kneeling women. He felt like saying: "Don't talk of repayment. Just don't mention my name when you cause trouble in the future."
The construction of the base began. The five girls, now gifted with supernatural power, became the laborers. Each was an expert in civil engineering, capable of heavy lifting and complex wiring. Construction speed was lightning fast.
Their cultivation didn't fall behind either. With Makiya's daily and nightly personal instruction, their progress was smooth and unimpeded.
Only Number 4's cultivation was tricky. She needed to punish evil and absorb the raw desires of human hearts. This couldn't be done by staying home; she had to go out and farm.
Fortunately, this was Hell's Kitchen—there was no shortage of crime. Makiya crafted a replica outfit of the Mistress from DNF for her and sent her out to play the role of a superhero.
Through the contract, Makiya could see through Number 4's eyes, further experiencing the local flavor of Hell's Kitchen.
A place where Irish, Mexican, Asian, and African ethnicities mixed. Security depended entirely on local gangs. Truly the Land of the Free, where shootings happened every day.
Night fell, and the atmosphere in the blood bank grew eerie.
When the unconscious modified vampires finally woke up, they found themselves looking different and seemingly missing many memories.
"What happened? Why do I look like this?"
"I seem to have gotten prettier. Not bad."
"Where is everyone else? Why are there only five of us left?"
"Hiss... who am I? Does anyone know my name?"
"How should I know? I was going to ask you the same thing..."
The confused vampires searched the blood bank and quickly found the group of humans recovering in the collection hall. As they approached, their bodies felt hot, their limbs weak, and they began to salivate instinctively.
"So hungry... I feel like I haven't eaten in half a year."
The group of modified vampires lunged at the crowd like hungry wolves. The recovering humans struggled desperately, screaming in terror.
These were the poor souls who had been captured by the vampires and used as living blood machines for so long. They were filled with dread, but their weakened bodies couldn't put up much of a fight. They watched in horror as they were once again at the mercy of the wicked vampires.
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