Chapter 22: Volume 1- [ - 23 ] (LVL 1 SHOP)
Actions Logged:
— Breast stimulation (target: Elira Thorne, pregnant) — 15 pts
— Breast milk consumption — +5 bonus (lactation multiplier)
— Cunnilingus (target: Elira Thorne) — 20 pts
— Clitoral stimulation (manual) — 10 pts
— Vaginal penetration (consensual) — 50 pts
— Pregnant partner bonus — ×1.5 multiplier
— Emotional manipulation → consent achievement — +30 bonus
— Oral penetration (face) — 25 pts
— Pregnant partner bonus — ×1.5 multiplier
— Milk play during intercourse — +10 bonus
— Squirting orgasm induced (multiple) — +15 bonus per orgasm × 4
Subtotal: 340 base pts
Pregnancy multipliers applied: +60 pts
Total earned: 400 pts
Previous balance: 0 pts
Aphrodisiac Oil (purchased): -25 pts
Current balance: 375 pts
[ ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: The Cradle Robber ]
’First pregnant partner seduced. Bonus skill tree branch available.’
I stared at the numbers. Four hundred points. From one woman. One pregnant, lonely, touch-starved woman whose husband had not fucked her in five months and whose body had been a powder keg waiting for a match.
Three hundred and seventy-five remaining after the oil deduction. Not bad for an evening’s work. Not bad at all.
I sat on the edge of the bed, a smirk settling onto my face like a familiar mask. Beside me, Elira lay in a half-conscious daze, her body still trembling with residual aftershocks, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep pulled her under with the gentle insistence of a tide. I reached over and kneaded her breast — idly, almost absently, the way one might fidget with a stress ball — and the nipple leaked a final thin stream of milk onto my fingers. I rubbed it across her belly in slow circles, feeling the taut skin, the life beneath it, the sheer ’fuckability’ of her even in unconsciousness.
She was beautiful asleep. Vulnerable. Used. Mine.
I played with her nipple — rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, watching it stiffen and relax, stiffen and relax — while I addressed the system with a thought.
’Open the marketplace. Show me skills and arsenal. Both categories. Everything available at Level 1.’
The response was immediate. The blue window expanded, stretched, and then split into two panels — one on the left, one on the right — each scrolling with lists that glowed with soft, categorically colored text.
[ VILLAIN SYSTEM — MARKETPLACE (LVL 1) ]
Current Points: 375
### SEX SKILLS
| Skill | Cost | Description |
|-------|------|-------------|
| Touch Amplification | 50 pts | Passive — increases sensitivity of any erogenous zone you touch by 30% for 10 min |
| Tongue Mastery | 80 pts | Grants full conscious control of tongue muscles — perfect cunnilingus |
| Stamina Surge | 100 pts | Eliminates refractory period for 1 hour — unlimited consecutive orgasms |
| Pheromone Aura | 150 pts | Passive — women within 5m radius feel subtle, growing attraction to host |
| Body Reading | 60 pts | See real-time arousal meter of any woman you focus on |
| Dirty Whisper | 40 pts | Words spoken during intimacy carry a mild hypnotic suggestion — lasts 30 sec |
| Pleasure Mapping | 120 pts | Instantly reveals all hidden sweet spots on a woman’s body |
| Deep Control | 200 pts | Grants ability to delay or trigger a partner’s orgasm at will |
| Imprint | 250 pts | After climax, partner forms a 24hr emotional dependency on host |
| Virgin’s Gift | 100 pts | First penetration of a virgin partner grants 2× point multiplier permanently |
Other:
— Modern Vibrator (Remote-controlled, 7 modes): 20 pts
— Blindfold (Silk, enchanted — heightens touch sensitivity): 10 pts
— Binding Rope (Self-tying, unbreakable): 15 pts
— Aphrodisiac Oil (Modern formula, scentless): 25 pts
### ARSENAL & ARTIFACTS
| Item | Cost | Description |
|-------|------|-------------|
| Veyne Ancestral Dagger | 75 pts | Steel dagger with minor enchantment — ignores light armor |
| Shadow Cloak | 100 pts | Renders wearer invisible in darkness for 10 min (1 use/day) |
| Strength Gauntlets | 150 pts | Doubles physical grip and striking power for 5 min |
| Mana Core (Lesser) | 200 pts | Stores up to 3 basic spells — fire bolt, light flash, minor healing |
| Poison Ring | 80 pts | Conceals a single dose of slow-acting paralytic poison |
| Knight’s Bane | 120 pts | Coated blade — causes temporary muscle weakness in anyone cut by it |
| Ward Stone | 60 pts | Blocks basic divination and mind-reading attempts for 1 hour |
| Grimoire Fragment | 300 pts | Contains 1 intermediate spell — teachable to host |
| Scouting Eye | 90 pts | Summons a floating invisible eye that can scout 100m for 5 min |
| Serpent’s Fang (Pistol) | 350 pts | Single-shot flintlock-style weapon — reloadable automatically infinetly, devastating at close range |
[ NOTE: Level 2 Marketplace unlocks at first encounter with a noble-tier candidate. Noble-tier candidates are one of the central female characters of the original novel. Encounter one to advance. ]
I scrolled through the lists. Read each entry. Read it again. My fingers still absently toying with Elira’s nipple, my mind already working through the math.
The arsenal called to me louder than the skills, and for good reason. I was a lord with no army, no magical ability, no combat training worth the name, and a household that contained exactly one dead knight and one unconscious maid who wanted to rob me.
If any of the neighboring houses decided to accelerate their takeover — or if the capital sent an investigator about the dead knight in my treasury — I would have nothing but my cock and my wits to defend myself. Neither would stop a sword.
The Serpent’s Fang was tempting — a gun, in a world of swords and sorcery, would be an equalizer of absurd proportions. But three hundred and fifty points was nearly everything I had. The Shadow Cloak was more practical for immediate survival. The Poison Ring had obvious applications for the Garrick problem.
On the skills side, Body Reading was cheap and invaluable — a real-time arousal meter would eliminate the guesswork from my manipulations, letting me calibrate every touch to maximum effect. Pheromone Aura was expensive but passive, a constant slow drip of attraction that would work even when I was not actively scheming. And Imprint — the twenty-four-hour emotional dependency after climax — was the kind of ability that turned a single fuck into a lever of control.
I looked at my points. Three hundred and seventy-five. Enough for two, maybe three items if I chose carefully.
I looked at Elira. Asleep. Pregnant. Her belly rising and falling with each breath, her body covered in the evidence of our evening, her nipple still between my fingers, her mouth still carrying the taste of me.
’Garrick,’ I thought, and the name was a chess move I had not yet made. ’Your wife is the best investment I have ever made. And I have not even begun to spend the dividends.’
I closed the marketplace window with a thought, filed the numbers and options into my memory, and leaned back on the bed. The candle died.