Chapter 87 -88
I scrolled through the lists, my eyes moving from item to item, my mind calculating. The Dimensional Ring — twenty-five hundred points — was the priority. A pocket dimension that could store weapons, items, supplies. Instant summoning. Weightless. The utility was enormous — I could carry everything I needed, swap weapons mid-fight, store loot without burdening the party.
But something was wrong. My balance read 7,205 points, and I had already purchased the Infinite Torrent — twenty-five hundred points — but the deduction had never appeared. The passive ability was active. I had been using it all night — the endless stamina, the perpetual erection, the elimination of refractory period. The system had given me the ability but had not charged me for it.
‘Maybe the system gave it to me as a gift,’ I thought, and the thought was a crooked, amused one. ‘A reward for — what? Fucking six women in two days? Being the most productive point farmer in the history of transmigration?’
I chuckled. The sound was soft, barely audible, the kind of laugh that a man makes when he is alone with his thoughts and his thoughts are ridiculous.
I purchased the Dimensional Ring.
The system chimed. But the chime was different — a harsh, mechanical sound, the sound of a vending machine clearing a jammed coin. The golden text flickered, stuttered, and a new message appeared:
[ System Error — Pending Transaction Detected ]
[ Infinite Torrent (Passive) — 2,500 pts — UNPAID — Deducting now… ]
[ Dimensional Ring (S-) — 2,500 pts — Deducting… ]
[ Total Deduction: 5,000 pts ]
My mouth twitched.
Five thousand points. Five thousand. The Infinite Torrent — the ability I had thought was a gift, the freebie from a generous system — had been stuck. Pending. Like a vending machine that dispenses the product but forgets to charge the card, then remembers three days later and takes everything at once.
“I knew you were going to do that, punk,” I muttered at the golden window.
No reply. The system, like all bureaucracies, did not acknowledge complaints.
I looked at my balance.
[ Current Point Balance: 2,205 pts ]
Two thousand two hundred and five. Down from seven thousand two hundred and five. The night’s work — the hours of fucking, the dozens of orgasms, the systematic farming of two women’s bodies — had been consumed in two purchases.
I sighed. Then scrolled. The remaining points were enough for something — not the Fleshforge, not the Sovereign’s Aura, not the Mind Lattice. But enough for the small things. The tools.
I purchased the Modern Vibrator. Twenty points. The device materialized in my hand — small, sleek, the modern design absurd against the medieval backdrop of the room. Seven modes. Remote-controlled. The battery would last for hours. I had no idea how the system powered it — magic, probably, or the same impossible logic that let a flintlock pistol fire infinitely.
[ Current Point Balance: 2,185 pts ]
I looked at the number. Then at the bottom of the shop window, where the remaining items — the Blindfold, the Binding Rope, the Aphrodisiac Oil — stared at me with the patient invitation of products on a shelf.
I purchased the Blindfold. Ten points. The silk materialized — black, smooth, the enchantment woven into the fabric, the touch-heightening magic that would make every point of contact more intense.
[ Current Point Balance: 2,175 pts ]
I purchased the Binding Rope. Fifteen points. The rope appeared — self-tying, unbreakable, the kind of restraint that did not require knots or skill.
[ Current Point Balance: 2,160 pts ]
I purchased the Aphrodisiac Oil. Twenty-five points. The bottle appeared — small, glass, the liquid inside clear and scentless, the modern formula invisible to the nose but devastating to the body.
[ Current Point Balance: 2,135 pts ]
I stared at the number. Two thousand one hundred and thirty-five. The balance was not zero — not quite — but the feeling was the same. The poverty of a man who had just spent his savings on tools and was now looking at the empty wallet and wondering where the next paycheck was coming from.
‘It is fine,’ I thought, closing the shop window. ‘The tools are investments. The vibrator alone will generate points — the system rewards novelty, and there is nothing novel in this world more than a modern vibrator. Every time I use it, the points will flow. The rope, the blindfold, the oil — they are multipliers. I spent the points to make more points.’
‘And I still have the women.’
I turned. Pulled my hand away from Mirra’s breast — the pink nipple releasing from my fingers with a soft, wet sound, the flesh springing back — and rolled toward Renna. My arm wrapped around her, pulling her against me, her back pressing against my chest, her ass settling against my groin.
I groped her breast. The brown nipple — still stiff, still swollen from the hours of sucking — pressed against my palm. She mumbled in her sleep, her body shifting, her hips pressing backward against me.
I thrust. My cock — hard, the Infinite Torrent ensuring it would never soften — pressed against her abdomen. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her belly, the friction of the contact — it was enough. I rubbed, the cock sliding between her thighs, the head finding the wetness that still lingered from the previous hours.
I spread her legs. Positioned the head against her pussy — the swollen, well-fucked entrance, the lips still parted, the walls still loose from the previous night. I pushed.
Her eyes widened. The sensation — the sudden, unexpected penetration, the cock driving into her while she slept — jolted her awake. She screamed — a short, sharp cry, the cry of a woman whose body was being invaded without warning.
“AAAANGH—!!”
The cry woke Mirra. The healer bolted upright, her pink hair tangled, her eyes wide, her hand flying to her chest.
“What — what are you doing?” she gasped.
I chuckled. The sound was warm, lazy, the chuckle of a man who was exactly where he wanted to be. My hand found Mirra’s hip — the curve of it, the warmth of the skin through her dress — and pulled.
“I want to fuck you now,” I said, and the words were aimed at Mirra, even as my cock drove into Renna.
“Wait — stop—” Mirra started, her hands coming up, her face flushing.
I slammed. The thrust — deep, hard, the full length burying inside Renna — made the bartender scream again, her body arching, her walls clenching around the invasion.
“HAANGH—!!”
I pulled out of Renna. Turned to Mirra. My cock — wet, glistening, the head dripping with Renna’s fluids — pressed against Mirra’s thigh.
“No — wait—” Mirra whispered, her eyes finding the cock, the fear and the want warring in her brown eyes. “You said — marriage — you said—”
I reached for the vibrator. The small, modern device — sleek, absurd, impossible in this world — sat in my palm. I placed it in Mirra’s hand.
Her fingers closed around it. She looked at it. Blinked. Turned it over. The modern design — the smooth plastic, the button, the shape — was unlike anything she had ever seen.
“What — what is this?” she whispered.
“Use it on her,” I said, nodding toward Renna, who lay on the bed, her legs spread, her pussy leaking, her body trembling from the sudden penetration. “On her ass.”
Mirra stared at me. Then at the vibrator. Then at Renna’s ass — the round, full cheeks, the anal that I had fucked for an hour, the entrance still gaping and red.
“I — I do not understand—”