"Let's teach him a lesson, Natasha."
Derrick stood frozen, confusion smearing dread across his face. His eyes flicked between Elara and Natasha, the latter walking toward him with predatory delight, her tail swaying behind her like a banner of intent.
"Don't worry. We'll go easy," Natasha smirked, her finger trailing down the back of his shoulder.
"There's no need to go easy, Natasha. He opposed King Allen," Elara replied coldly, twisting his cock with slow, deliberate cruelty. His body jerked in response, but still, it melted under her touch.
With a slutty smirk void of intimacy—just raw hunger—Elara pushed Derrick to the ground. He didn't fall from force but because resistance was meaningless. The weight of the empire was behind her, and voting against the royal will was a form of suicide. Derrick collapsed, heart pounding, tears welling in his eyes. He hadn't just lost control—he had lost Kia.
Elara straddled him, legs spread wide as she swallowed his short, thick cock with desperate ease. Her teeth scraped along the sides, adding a wicked sting to the pleasure. Meanwhile, Natasha's dripping pussy hovered just above his face, her folds grinding against his lips, demanding the satisfaction she craved.
Meanwhile, Allen stood like a king, cock buried deep inside Kia's throat. She struggled to take it all, hands wrapped around the base she couldn't reach.
'I've got vibration sense… and now I'm on the verge of speed,' he mused, barely noticing the electric waves of pleasure pulsing through his spine. All I need now is strength… maybe flames. I need a demon ass.
His gaze shifted to the broken wall across the arena, and a crooked smile curled his lips.
"I should try demon ass," he muttered, pulling out of Kia with a thick stream of cream pie erupting from his length. He gave her a satisfied grin as she gasped for more. "That's enough oral, dear. I've got work to do."
As kia moved in for a kiss, Allen dodged, lifting her effortlessly by her thighs, her hands crossed behind his shouldedz. With one strong thrust, he sank into her slick, juicy heat.
"Mmmmh…"
She moaned, her forehead pressing against his as he fucked her midair, handling her weight like it meant nothing.
"AHH~! D-Deeper… Yes… Yes!!"
Allen's cock plunged deeper with every thrust, her moans growing louder with each impact, her eyes rolling back as the climax built.
Then it came—the warm green glow of his system.
[Copy System: LustCopy Activated]
[Syncing to create Web Chain with partner…]
"Good," Allen muttered, jaw tight as he emptied his load into Kia's ass, thick enough to defy gravity. His web of tangible energy latched into her cells.
[Web Chain Created]
Partner: Kia
Race: Elf
Ability: Tempest Step (high-speed chaotic force movement)
Recently transferred ability: Counter Shading (adaptive skin camouflage)
Link Status: Stable
"Counter shading…" Allen muttered aloud, then caught himself. That must've come from Derrick. He was the last to fuse with her.
He thrust harder, sweat pouring from his skin, the sun scorching his flesh. His breath grew heavier, but he wasn't stopping now.
Two nice abilities from one ass… Jackpot, he thought. You deserve my cock, Kia.
Allen pounded faster and deeper, his body nearing collapse under Kia's weight and his own exhaustion.
[Do you wish to copy both abilities or just the original one?]
Allen didn't hesitate. The words echoed in his blood — "Copy both abilities." The Web Chain pulsed as he absorbed Kia's genes, redirecting raw energy to the core of his being, coiling into something alive.
[Abilities successfully copied]
[When do you wish to synchronize new features?]
[NOW / LATER?]
Allen collapsed to the ground, back on stone, Kia landing beside him with a soft thud. Sinful juices seeped between them.
"Ouch…" Kia rasped, her chest heaving, sweat glinting in the dying sun. Legs splayed, she lay breathless, her aura still rippling — eyes glazed at the horizon's edge.
Across the ring, Elara and Natasha continued their work on Derrick, sharing his pain and tears as they both claimed him. He wept out of desperation; his partner Kia had abandoned him for Allen — the wound still raw.
"No time to rest," Allen murmured, staring at the sky. "I need to sync my new features — then find more…"
Then a shadow loomed. Above him, a familiar figure stepped forward: a tall elf with broad shoulders and black hair, a regal presence — Ravien. His gaze bore into Allen as he examined the newcomer. A mischievous gleam appeared in his eyes.
"No long ears, no tail... no horns… and white cum?" Ravien smirked, almost amused. "You must be Allen."
Allen sat up, tense and warily curious. "Yes. What of it?"
Ravien stiffened, voice low. "Why does King Kealion wants this 'weakling' on the parade." He chuckled softly, dismissing Allen's reaction as trivial.
"Nevertheless," Ravien continued, "Kealion and the other merges await you at the Western Gate. Now."
Allen's heart lurched. "Now? But—wasn't it two days?"
"A report came in," Ravien said. "You killed an S-Rank monster earlier today. The date's been moved up in other to keep ensure our element of suprise is preserved."
Allen's breath hitched. The King's warning echoed: "Fail… and you won't live to regret it." And the system's threat: "Penalty: lose one ball."
"Shake it off," whispered Raven, slapping Allen's shoulder. "You won't survive a minute outside without this."
"Damn..." Allen breathed. "Is what I have enough?" Sweat dripped from his brow — the air inside the palace sweltered. His voice cracked with honesty.
"One minute," he muttered, before running inside.
Across the hall, Elara and Natasha watched, concern flickering. They didn't follow.
Ravien called to Derrick—also summoned. Derrick rose, composed and silent.
Allen disappeared behind a door, his breath loud in the dark corridor.
"Activate Copy System," he whispered. The green panel blinked into existence.
[Copy System activated]
[When do you wish to synchronize new features?]
"Now."
[Synchronizing: Flawless Physique + VibroSenses + Tempest Step + Counter-shading]
The orbs nestled in his abdomen dissolved into his bloodstream. He gripped his side as warmth spread through his muscles, nerves, and bones. A golden aura pulsed along his veins.
His legs thickened with power; each movement refined. He could now sense the wind, feel every tremor in stone and soil. His skin shimmered with a living texture. And his cock—now a firm, seven-inch testament to newfound dominance—pulsed strongly.
His senses sharpened. Vision cleared. Everything became more intense.
[Synchronization complete]
New Stats:
– Physique: 41 (11 + 30)
– Combat: 30.5 (10.5 + 20)
– Mental: 25.5 (10.5 + 15)
– Charm: 45 (15 + 30)
– Sex Encounters: 3
– Evolved Ability: Blind Predator (SS-Rank) — layering all abilities into one lethal edge.
[Notification: Quest time reduced to two days. Time is ticking.]
Allen drew in a deep breath, feeling the power coursing at his core. Gone was the uncertainty—only sharp, focused intent remained.
He stepped out of the chamber, posture regal, aura blazing.
"Let's go," he spoke softly — more command than request.
All eyes shifted: Natasha. Elara. Derrick. Each stared, awed by the shift in his presence. Even Ravien's smirk faltered at the sight of a man reborn.
"You can do this, Allen." Natasha's voice was both support and promise.
"Ensure you bring back that dick...i still got a couple of rounds to go...," Elara teased, eyes glittering with challenge and pride.
Derrick said nothing—yet release was written across his calm face, resolution in his eyes. 'Everyone wants you alive Allen. But you'll pay me back with your life.'
Ravien opened a dark portal, circular with complete darkness within it, pulsing with otherworldly aura and hovering like a cosmic gate.
Allen strode forward, muscles rippling with each step. He looked at Ravien, nodded once, then stepped through the gate.
Allen's voice, low and unwavering:
"My story doesn't end here."
There were no worries in his heart—not even a flicker of fear, just confidence as he awaited what was behind the dark portal.