Chapter 100: New Tools
Liam sat back against the headboard and let the warmth from Vital Restoration finish its work.
The bruise along his ribs had faded to almost nothing. The cut above his eye was completely gone. He pressed two fingers against the spot where the deepest mark had been and felt only a faint tenderness.
He rolled his shoulders, then his neck, then twisted his torso slowly from side to side. Everything moved cleanly. No sharp pulls. No lingering stiffness.
For the first time since the fight in the garage, his body felt like it belonged to him again.
He opened the System.
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
Additional Functions Unlocked
[Vital Restoration – Active ]
[Flesh Sculpting– Limited Access [2x / 3x / 4x]
[Seed Authority– Active ]
[Claim Protocol – Preliminary ]
[Nerve Mapping – Active]
[New Passive]
MILF Spending Cashback
Spend on registered MILF → 5x cashback
[Harem Status]
Registered MILFs: 4
[Bonus: Permanent 5x Cashback Multiplier Unlocked]
[New Mission]
Use new abilities on 2 MILFs
[Time Limit: 3 Days ]
[Reward: Access Level +8% | $250,000 | New Function Unlock | Flesh Sculpting Efficiency Boost]
Liam read the mission once more.Three days.
He already had four mature women under Claim Protocol. The System had finally acknowledged it and handed him the permanent multiplier. Now it wanted him to put the new tools to work.
He closed the interface and stayed still for a while, staring at the dark ceiling. His mind went back to the old ability first the slow 0.2-inch increases.
He had used it carefully, stacking it on his cock over time until the difference became something women noticed.
The reactions had always been the best part.
Evelyn had frozen halfway down, eyes wide, and let out a soft, disbelieving laugh before she kept going.
Another had gripped his shoulders harder and whispered, almost to herself, that he felt thicker than the last round.
A third had gone quiet for a few seconds the moment he pushed all the way in, then started moving her hips like she was trying to feel every new bit of it.
Those small changes had been enough to throw experienced women off balance. They knew what a normal dick felt like. His no longer sat in that category.
These new multipliers were on another level.
Flesh Sculpting would let him jump straight to two times, three times, even four times the size and thickness whenever he wanted. No slow stacking. No waiting. Just instant control.
Nerve Mapping would show him exactly where a woman was most sensitive the moment he touched her the spots that made her breath hitch, the places that turned her legs weak.
Claim Protocol would kick in the second he finished inside her, making her more open to him, more willing, more likely to come back.
Seed Authority meant he decided whether anything else came from the night or not which is whether she gets pregnant or not.
Liam felt his cock twitch hard at the thought of all of it working together. Combined, it was exactly the kind of advantage he preferred.
Older women. Married women. Lonely mothers who already knew their way around a bed but still got surprised when someone actually knew how to use them properly.
The soft bodies. The way they tried to stay composed at first. The way some of them looked afterward.
He reached down and adjusted the growing weight in his pants. Just thinking about it had him half-hard.
He stood and walked to the mirror above the sink. The weak light showed a face with no swelling and no open cuts.
Only the memory of Dexter’s heavy hands and Derek’s sharper ones remained. He turned his head from side to side, then pulled his shirt up again to check the ribs one more time. Almost clean.
Good.
He stripped off the clothes he had worn during the fight and tossed them aside. A quick shower washed away the last of the dried blood and sweat.
Hot water ran over his shoulders and down his back while his mind stayed on the mission. Two MILFs in three days. The System was not asking him to build something new from nothing. It was telling him to start using what it had just given him.
He thought about the four women already registered. Different ages, different situations, but all of them mature, all of them with that particular mix of experience and hunger that he liked.
The new abilities would hit differently with women like that. Nerve Mapping would show him exactly where to touch. Flesh Sculpting would let him give them something they had never felt before. Claim Protocol would make sure the night did not end when he pulled out.
Liam felt himself harden fully under the water. He ignored it for now, finished washing, and stepped out.
Clean clothes. Dark jeans. Plain black shirt. Nothing that drew attention. He packed the few things he needed into a small bag, checked the room one final time, and left through the side stairs. Quiet hallway. Out through a rear exit that opened onto a narrow street.
The night air was cool against his face. He walked three blocks without hurry, changed direction twice, and only then flagged a taxi that took him farther across the city.
Another plain room waited on the opposite side of the district. He would not sleep in the same place twice until the gathering was over and he knew the new arrangement with Dexter would hold.
In the new room he left the lights off and sat by the window, watching the street below.
Three days until Dexter’s party.
There would be women there. Older ones. Married ones. The kind of well-kept MILFs that always seemed to orbit men with money and power. The kind he liked best.
He thought about walking in fully recovered, no marks left from the fight, the new abilities sitting quietly under his skin.
Flesh Sculpting ready. Nerve Mapping ready. Claim Protocol waiting for the right moment. The permanent 5x cashback meant he could spend freely on the right woman and still come out ahead.
Two MILFs.
Three days.
Liam leaned back in the chair, eyes on the dark street below, and let a slow, private smile pull at the corner of his mouth.
The tools were finally in his hands.He intended to use every one of them.
He stayed by the window for a long time, letting the city move below him while the mission sat in the back of his mind.
The System had given him a deadline and a reward worth taking. All he had to do was find the right two women and put the new functions to work.
He already knew the type he wanted.
Mature. Soft. Experienced. Liam closed his eyes for a moment and let the thought settle.
Three days.He would be ready.