Chapter 8
You have gained 1400 EXP!
You have gained +1 stat point
You have slept on a comfortable surface. Your HP and MP have fully recovered.
The first thing I noticed as I groggily opened my eyes was that my dick was hard. The second thing I noticed was that it was inside a warm moist environment which felt so amazing that I couldn't help but groan and cum. Another groan alerted me to the fact that I was still embracing Tracey, my dick still inside her.
"Well isn't this a way to get rid of morning wood…" I thought as I fully awoke and noted that the area still smelled of sex and that the surroundings were covered with my seed. At the moment I may not have minded, but now that I was fully conscious, this was actually kind of gross, so I did what any normal man would do and used my water manipulation to clean me, Tracey, and the surrounding area.
"This shit is so convenient." I thought as I gently removed myself from the now clean Tracey and dislodged my member from her. Immediately, cum leaked out from her hole and I used my water manipulation once more to conjure up water and clean her off again, sending tendrils of water inside her vagina.
"No, Will not there…" she murmured in her sleep causing me to grin. My member hardened as she shuddered from my water tendrils and I had to force it down to focus on the matter at hand. After I quickly finished cleaning her off, I went into the bathroom where I sent the ball water into the toilet and flushed it down completely.
Now that I was finished, I sighed and turned around, "I wish I could continue to ignore you, but you seem like such a lost puppy that I'd feel like a dick for doing so." I looked at the black-haired woman who had followed me here from the moment I had beat up and/or possibly killed those individuals who had been surrounding her.
Now that I got a good look at her, I noted that she was quite cute with her short black hair, green eyes, and a beautiful face. It was just too bad that she was probably around 16 or so, but there were more important things to worry about.
"Why did you follow me all the way here?" I asked as I observed her.
Name: Cassandra Cain
Title: Master Assassin
Race: Human
Level: Lvl 30
HP: 2,500/2,500
SP: 2,750/2,750
STR: 40
VIT: 50
DEX: 70
INT: 60
WIS: 35
CHA: 40
LUCK: 10
What was with this city and all these dangerous women?
She opened her mouth to answer, but closed it immediately after as if she couldn't and hung her head down. I observed her closely before asking, "Can you not answer?"
Still looking down, the girl shook her head. I scratched my chin, "Well can you speak at all?"
Again she shook her head causing me to furrow my brows. She seemed lost, the way she followed me over here and adding to the fact that she looked like she had been living in the streets and that she was alone, I would almost wager she had suffered something horrendous.
I slowly reached out my hand, noting her body flinch as it approached l before I gently rested it on her shoulder. "I honestly don't know what you were thinking when you followed me, but no matter how much of an ass I might be, I don't think I'll be able to just leave you here like this. What a problem…" I thought out loud as my brain ran through different options.
When I was done, I noted that the girl still hadn't raised her head, causing me to sigh, "I can't pretend to understand what you've gone through and I don't honestly believe I can take care of you effectively, but I do know someone who might be able to do something to help you. How about it?"
The girl finally raised her head and gave me a slow nod to which I smiled, "Good, now why don't you get cleaned up…you know how to use a shower right?"
The girl frowned and nodded her head sharply which caused me to raise my hands in defense. "Alright, alright my bad. Anyways, this isn't my house so it's not my place to let you do whatever, but I can convince Tracey about it afterward. I have spare clothes if you need them and we are already in the bathroom so it's all yours." I finished as I took out said spare clothes from my Inventory, placed them on the towel rack, and walked out of the bathroom.
The girl tightly gripped her fists, looked me in the eyes and slightly bowed her head before she closed the door. I hummed and rubbed my cheek in thought before shrugging. My life was already weird, so a random girl following me home was nothing too bad I suppose.
With a shrug, I put some clothes on my body before walking over and plopping my body on the couch. I turned my head to look at Tracey's revealing and alluring body before bear subconsciously licking my lips.
"Not right now though…"
With a blanket from my inventory, I covered her body and shifted her body so that her back rested on my chest. My hand snaked around her waist and peculiarly found its way to her soft supple orbs of flesh before gently squeezing.
She moaned and shuffled on me.
Now then.
Yesterday while I had been getting abused by Talia, I had obtained a new interesting skill which had allowed me to more efficiently absorb her physically torturous teachings. It was because of this skill that I had displayed the improvement she was so surprised about.
Hand-to-Hand Combat (Passive) Lvl 3 [65.45%]: Hand-to-Hand Combat encompasses all forms of such combat. Increased mastery of any type of hand to hand combat will increase the level of this skill and the effectiveness of your hand to hand fighting techniques.
3% Increase to Strength 3% Increase to DexterityStroking my chin in thought, I wondered how many other skills I could obtain just by doing certain actions? Like, could I get a sharpshooter skill if I practiced my aiming with a gun or one of my spells? Maybe I could get a sword mastery skill by swinging one a few times just like I had with the blunt weapon mastery, then again…where would I get a sword? It wasn't like they were just laying around and I doubt I could buy one off of Amazon or something-
Wait…
I shelved that thought.
My mental derailment aside, there was another thing I wanted to check out.
"Status."
Name: William Meyers
Title: [Undead Slayer]
Race: Homo Magi (Incubus)
Level: Lvl 29 Next Level: 11,575/46,500
HP: 1076/1076 Regen: (15.89) per Minute
MP: 1633/1633 Regen: (24.60) per Minute
STR: 32 (103%) = 33
VIT: 30 (116%) = 35
DEX: 26 (103%) = 27
INT: 29 (191%) = 55
WIS: 28 (181%) = 51
CHA: 40 (150%) = 60
LUCK: 5 (100%) = 5
Stat Points: 171
USD: $21,490
Wow, my luck was quite abysmal.
Made me wonder how I'd survived for so long…
Along that line of thinking, however, I got to wondering…
What was I hoarding my stat points for again?
I mean in the beginning, my actions had been based around the obvious fact that grinding stats, later on, would become much more difficult as my stats increased. My thought process had been to save stat points until it became imperative that I needed to use them to advance my strength.
But why should I do that?
As long as I kept getting ass every night, I would be able to obtain all the stat points I needed. What then, was the point in grinding for hours on end just to obtain a couple of stat points in specific stats?
There was none.
That's not to say that I would stop training because that would just be stupid. I needed to continue practicing my skills such as my magic and hand-to-hand combat. I just didn't need to physically strain myself for lengthy periods for minuscule gains.
With this slew of thoughts settled, I looked at my stat sheet and thought about what I should spend my hard-earned stat points on…
Well, I was a caster type character so obviously, what I needed now was to be able to increase the damage output of my spells and the rate at which I recovered from them. Further than that, however, I wanted to be able to not only be more accurate with my attacks but to also run away from danger whenever it arrived. This meant that my dexterity also needed to be improved.
With that, I dumped 44 points into dexterity, 51 into intelligence, and 52 into wisdom, totaling 147 lost stat points.
Well, I could easily make those up anyway.
After applying the changes, I could immediately sense the figurative cogs in my brain begin to wind as my thoughts became so much more lucent. Ideas flashed to and fro within my cerebrum as solutions to some of my difficulties began to form.
It was quite the experience.
And then, realizations began to form.
My eye twitched, "I've done a lot of stupid shit huh?"
Why the hell had I ever decided it was a good idea to go after a woman who my Gamer ability had explicitly noted was the leader of an assassin group? A few moments of sexual pleasure wasn't worth getting dragged into the malevolent swampy marsh of issues she was no doubt carrying. I wanted to fuck her, sure, but I wanted to live after doing so.
And why did I remove my mask when facing Tracey that day? The level of stupidity one needed to have was on such an astronomical scale that it bordered on mental retardation. What type of idiot reveals their face to a gang enforcer while raiding their business? I might as well have worn a shirt saying "Fuck my ass Penguin" while parading around Gotham with a literal target on my back.
How the hell had everything even worked out? My luck was, and still is, complete garbage. I was surprised I hadn't fallen and snapped my neck already. That being said, it wasn't like my luck was 0. Even the average Joe had a chance to win the lottery…
I idly squeezed Tracey's breast in thought.
With the luminosity of my mind increasing exponentially, I began to think more about what I would need for the future. I had so far been neglecting luck, but I had the distinct feeling that I would be needing such a stat down the line. Truthfully, the only encounter I had that I would have considered being "lucky" was the one I had with my roommate. Every other circumstance thus far had mostly been completely driven more by my actions than a series of fortunate or unfortunate events. It wasn't like Tracey had slipped and fallen vagina first onto my dick, I had created such a situation to occur…not literally of course.
Luck was a hard counter towards all the bullshit I would no doubt find my way a part of and all that I was currently dealing with. It would be best if I could at the bare minimum make those instances as painless as possible.
It was with this thought process that I dumped 20 of my remaining 24 stat points into luck and 3 into strength (for that beautiful multiple of 5), leaving me with only a single stat point left.
Name: William Meyers
Title: [Undead Slayer]
Race: Homo Magi (Incubus)
Level: Lvl 29 Next Level: 11,575/46,500
HP: 1076/1076 Regen: (15.89) per Minute
MP: 4312/4312 Regen: (105.55) per Minute
STR: 35 (103%) = 36
VIT: 30 (116%) = 35
DEX: 70 (103%) = 72
INT: 80 (191%) = 153
WIS: 80 (181%) = 145
CHA: 40 (150%) = 60
LUCK: 25 (100%) = 25
Stat Points: 1
USD: $21,490
I nodded in slight appreciation.
With this, I would be able to cast spells more liberally and regenerate my mana with greater efficiency. Looking at my stats, however, got me to wonder if something interesting would happen when my base stats reached 100…
Well, I would find out quite soon in fact, so there was no use to think about it.
The shuffling body on top of me brought my mind out of its state of reverie as I glanced down at the top of Tracey's head. With a grin, I hugged her closer and squeezed her soft breast, the beat of her heart that I could feel through her soft skin rapidly elevating.
She rubbed her bare legs together a few times before her eyes fluttered open. She blinked her eyes a few times and squinted, likely getting used to the brightness of the room, before she leaned back onto me with a sigh. "…I can barely move."
"I wouldn't have done my job if you still could," I said before squeezing those soft mounds of flesh on her chest.
Moaning softly, she squirmed for a bit before looking around and asking. "I honestly thought this place would be more of a mess…"
"I cleaned you up," I stated simply while enjoying the pliable sensations on my hand. "Whatever happens during the fact happens, but after the fact? It's not quite the turn on anymore."
"Says you."
I raised a brow.
Smiling, she continued, "Thank you for that though. That's quite sweet of you."
"So, do I get a reward?"
She looked at me in faux exasperation before she shifted her position and straddled me, the blanket falling off her naked body and exposing the incredible raw view within. "How can you even get it up after such a night?" She asked as she reached down and stroked my cock. "Lasting that long is not humanly possible."
"Well, what can I say?" I said as I grabbed her ass and dragged her closer to me. "I try to go above and beyond."
And there was the fact that I wasn't human, but that wasn't quite important.
With a smile, she continued gently messaging me until she stopped for a moment, her ear twitching.
She raised her head and glanced at the bathroom door before asking. "Will…who is taking a shower in my house."
My mind blanked for a moment. "Don't worry about her, you can continue what you were doing."
She gave me that kind of look.
My eye twitched and I could feel veins popping from my neck as the lack of pleasure began to cause my blood to boil, my arousal increasing. "Alright fine. Last night when I was walking home I came across this girl who was surrounded by some guys and they were in the way so I may or may not have killed some of them before coming over here." I groaned slightly as I felt my penis twitch, desperately trying to release something, anything, to stop this horrible feeling of blue balls. "She, for whatever reason, decided to follow me here. She wasn't that bad and she didn't kill me in my sleep, so I figured there was no harm. Now come on, you can't leave a guy like this!" I finished, looking at my throbbing cock that had an almost visible blue hue.
She just gave me an incredulous look as she raised a brow. "I think some punishment is warranted."
I couldn't believe what I just heard, this woman wouldn't…
"You…What are you going to do?" If she blue balled me here, I think the sheer blood pressure inside my dick would cause it to explode.
With a smile, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of my penis.
It immediately twitched sporadically and I was forced to groan as I dug my nails into the couch, the veins on my neck protruding even more.
My reaction must have spurred her on even more as she began to trail kisses down the length of my shaft. Each moment her soft lifts touched my sensitive cock, it jerked spastically as if it would erupt at any moment yet despite this, it never happened. It was like I was only given enough pleasure to stimulate me but nothing further. It was borderline abuse how she kept going while preventing me from ever enjoying the sweet embrace of a release.
"This is your punishment." She said coyly as she stroked my throbbing cock which had enlargened and was now pulsing, veins fully visible on its surface. "Next time, don't bring uninvited guests into my house. I prefer it to be just me and you."
I could barely hear her through my list filled haze though thankfully, Gamer's Mind helped mitigate this somewhat. I grit my teeth and stared at her intently. "Fine…! Just help me…with this problem-Argh!" Muscles clenched as I bucked my hips up, fruitlessly trying to bring it up to her face.
"Oh, don't be such a baby." She said with a smile as she leaned down to kiss the tip once more. "As long as you understand, I'll take really good care of you."
"Just…do it!"
My mind suddenly blanked.
An incredibly moist sensation wrapped around the sensitive skin of my phallic appendage. I could feel her tongue expertly coating each part of my penis with its fluids as she bobbed her head up and down. At times I could feel the back of her throat during which my testicles would clench greatly in foreboding of the impending release. Her mouth was so warm and pleasurable, and the erotic sounds she made every time she took me in deeper…!
"Damn!" I grabbed the back of her head as I shoved my dick to the back of her throat.
And that was it.
I erupted my seed deep down her throat, her eyes upturning as I filled her up with cum. My mind was nearly in a daze from the intense pleasure as my testicles continued pumping, every time they did so another load emptying into her.
Everything eventually came to an end as I removed my dick from her mouth, a few strands of cum leaking from her lips. She laid herself back and took a few breaths while I stayed where I was, my heaving chest calming down as my arm crossed over my eyes.
I peeked through the gap of my arm only to see Tracey take up a strand of semen with her finger and sensually lick it while eyeing me directly.
My visible eye widened.
Blood rushed down below instantly, my cock throbbing from the immense blood pressure.
With a low growl, I leaped forward and turned her body around, her breasts mashed up against the armrest of the chair. Her pussy leaked of erotic fluids and twitched needily as if desperate to be filled.
"Heh, and you said you were sore," I said as I lined the tip of my dick with her entrance. "Don't worry, unlike you, I would never let my partner be pleasure deprived-"
Suddenly I stopped.
Ignoring Tracey who was desperately shaking her ass and pushing her body back to engulf my shaft, I noticed that the shower had been turned off some time ago. It was then that I looked to the side to see Cassandra staring at me from the side, wearing a black T-shirt and sweatpants I had left her. Her eyes were glued on us in intrigue as she observed the White compromising position I was in.
How the hell had she appeared there so quietly…?
I stared at her.
She stared at me.
"Uhh…can I help you?"
She blinked and shook her head.
I stared at her somewhat unsure of what to do…she seemed old enough so I hopefully wouldn't go to jail if she just watched…
The age might just be a number, but by that token prison was just a room.
One I didn't want to be in.
I blinked at her.
She blinked at me.
We blinked at each other.
"Well alright then."
With that, I slipped my dick into Tracey's needy vagina, the walls of which wrapped around it instantly.
She moaned loudly in pleasure and shuddered, fluid leaking from her lower lips and lubricating her insides, the feeling causing my dick to throb as if it would burst at any moment.
I reveled in pleasure before gripping the sides of her waist tighter.
I was going to fuck this woman until she collapsed.
-DC: Gamer-
You have gained 1400 EXP!
You have gained +1 stat point!
I swiped away the old notifications and looked to my side to see Cassandra carefully observing the surroundings as we walked. After screwing Tracey into a coma, I cleaned her up and took this little peeping pervert out of the house.
It was still early in the morning and I didn't have much to do until 4 so I figured the best course of action would be to deal with this situation that was walking beside me.
The sky of Gotham city was blanketed by an ashy haze that exemplified the gloomy atmosphere of the city. People walked two and fro with their heads down, furtively glancing left and right at anything or anyone besides them as if each was a potential enemy.
The movements were subtle and well-practiced from years of living in this city to the point that an outsider to this place's typical environment wouldn't even notice these subtle gestures. All they'd see would be somewhat normal people going about their daily lives, while they would remain oblivious to the hidden visions on their back as the single individual who wasn't sifting their gaze at every moment and turn. At that point, everyone else would know that there was the poor soul who'd stumbled into Gotham city, unaware that they'd stepped into a den of hyenas ready to pounce at a moment's weakness.
This was what my mind processed as my now more highly intelligent brain witnessed the otherwise normal movements and interactions between the people on the streets.
"This city…"
I shook my head from those thoughts.
My eyes shifted to Cassandra who seemed to have a somewhat bleak expression as she gazed at the seemingly un-ordinary individuals walking around her.
Could she also see what I saw I wonder…
She looked up at me, her gaze forlorn, and while I couldn't understand her, I could understand what she was conveying.
I shrugged. "It has always been this way, as far back as I care to remember. This lovely filthy air is the only thing I know. I don't think this will ever really change."
Let's not get it twisted. There were individuals far worse off than I was and who had lived in much worse circumstances than I could imagine. This wasn't even factoring poorer countries and the like.
However, I wasn't them and all I knew was my experiences and how they had affected me. I couldn't empathize with the plights other individuals went through because I wasn't them
Brows furrowed, she looked around once more before staring at me again.
"I suppose there have been some individuals who have tried to change this place for the better. Vigilantes who try their best to get rid of the dangerous criminal elements of Gotham and bring some semblance of assurance or hope to its residents." I said as I thought a bit. "But in my opinion, no amount of men and women wearing capes and tights is going to ever change what is fundamentally wrong with this place."
She tilted her head in confusion.
I looked back down at her. "The people."
Her gaze was the intent.
I shook my head. "No matter how many individuals you lock up, it'll never be anything more than bandaging a festering wound. The filth of this city runs throughout nearly every single inhabitant and even the people who were sworn to protect us aren't immune to its infection. If you can't target the root of this city's disease, you will never be able to cure it and any other remedy you think of will amount to nothing more than slowing the inevitable. The mindsets of the people who have disregarded or given up on any form of normalcy are what need to change…well, I suppose this is already normal."
My eyeballs scanned the crowd before I turned to the opposite side of the street and gestured to her. "You see that homeless-looking man over there?"
She followed my gaze and stared at the man in question…
She froze, her eyes widening in shock and horror as she trembled.
"You see it too don't you?" I asked before tearing my gaze away. "The guy's dead."
She took a step back in trepidation, but I quickly brought her close to me, just before a man passed by. He gave us a fleeting glance with a tch and went on his way.
I ignored him and continued walking with Cassandra in tow. "Judging by the number of flies, I'd say he died around a few days ago. During all that time, hundreds, maybe over a thousand people must have walked by him and noticed that fact. Any native here knows a corpse when they see it, yet despite that, no one made a move to at least get him off the street. I doubt even the cops were called and all that time he's been sitting there, his body rotting."
Frowning, I looked down to see her body shivering and her gaze vacant as if she were reliving an excruciating experience. I wonder what she could have gone through to end up like that, but then again, she was in Gotham.
"That reminds me, I suppose I already know the answer but I have to ask, are you alone?"
She paused for a moment and looked up at me before looking back down towards the ground.
"I see…A woman like you shouldn't be out in the streets of this city at night, especially alone." I advised her as I moved ahead. "I know someone who might be able to help you out. I'm not sure if she'll agree to it or not, but I have a feeling she wouldn't mind taking care of you for a bit. She's a good woman, after all…too good."
She seemed somewhat reassured but she couldn't help but continually turn her gaze at the corpse of the old beggar. Her eyes trembled before she looked at me intently.
I sighed. "You're too kind for your good. Turn around and keep walking, I'll take care of it."
Blinking, she hesitantly followed my instructions and we walked together. We didn't stand out too much in the crowd…well except for the fact that we were gorgeous but other than that, our presence was relatively negligible. It was with that fact that I sank magic energy through the ground below until it reached the old beggar. A hole opened up beneath and swallowed him before immediately closing up.
Some people must have noticed that split second of an oddity, but considering how far away Cassandra and I were from the scene, no amount of cameras or speculation could ever point back to us. Besides, it was such a small and insignificant trick that the few people who had noticed it most likely wouldn't even bother and would continue with their mundane lives.
"He's taken care of. Now, let's get a move on."
Eyes wide, the girl turned to look back only to see that there was no longer a corpse on the street. With an expression of silent shock, she looked at me intently, the question in her gaze evident.
Ignoring her skeptical gaze, I led her across Gotham city while never allowing my focus towards the surrounding individuals to falter. A split moment of inattention was more than enough time for something stupidly random, like Bane dropping from the fucking sky, to happen.
Not today bitch.
"We're here," I said as we stopped in front of a small single-family home located in the less dangerous parts of the city. Barbara had texted me her address after our library meet yesterday so it was an easy find for someone who had lived in this city all his life.
Arm raised, I clicked the doorbell with the expected ding dong reverberating from the home's interior. The sound of shuffling footsteps behind the door signaled the arrival of one of the house's inhabitants.
After I heard a click, the door to the home was partially open, it's full access restricted by a chain lock. And eye peeked from behind the door and looked at me before it widened "Will?" The door was closed once more before the sliding of the chain lock was followed by the complete opening of the door. "What are you doing here? I thought we had plans for 4 O'clock…and who is she?" She finished, eyes narrowed as she observed Cassandra who was beside me.
My eyes roamed over her beautiful form, taking in her damp red hair signifying a recent bath. She wore a pair of shorts that were above her thigh level and accentuated her toned legs. It didn't help that her quite sizable breasts bulged more noticeably through her above waistline T-shirt nor did her delectable smell calm me down.
That said, there were a time and place for these thoughts to germinate.
"Is it alright if I come in?" I asked before alternating glances between Cassandra and Barbara, the two women staring at each other appraisingly.
"…Sure" She stated as she head motioned me to follow her in.
Immediately, Cassandra and I entered the home soon after which Barbara closed the door behind us.
"Alright, spill. Why did you bring a random girl with you to my home?"
I smiled and sat down, Cassandra doing so as well next to me. "I get the feeling you have more of a problem with the fact that I brought someone along than anything else. Would you have preferred I come alone?" I asked as I roamed my eyes ever her gorgeous body.
She shuddered, hey face turning slightly rosy for a moment, before vehemently shaking her head. "N-no that's not it-!" She stopped herself and took a deep forceful breath before storming over and plopping down on the couch directly opposite from me.
Her eyes narrowed.
I grinned.
She clenched her teeth.
I wagged my brows.
From the corner of my vision, I could see that Cassandra seemed to understand what was going on as she smiled while looking between the two of us.
"And what's so funny?" Barbara asked, arms and legs crossed as she leered at Cassandra.
The woman in question merely smiled as she alternated between me and Barbara. She opened her mouth as if to say something but dejectedly stopped immediately after.
Barbara blinked. "What's wrong with her…?"
"She's mute," I said as I watched Cassandra's head hang low. "I'm assuming some kind of child abuse. When I asked, she said she didn't have anyone with her. I'm thinking she either ran away from home or something happened to her parents."
Barbara's expression shifted as she became serious while also looking a bit remorseful. "You should have led with that." She said while looking at the girl with gentler eyes. "But where did you find her and why did you bring her here? What can I do?"
"I found her yesterday surrounded by some unsavory individuals and got her away from there. Unexpectedly, she followed me and decided to stay the night at my acquaintance's house whom I was visiting." I glanced down at Cassandra who looked at me as of asking 'Just an acquaintance?' "Anyway, I didn't bring her here for you to take care of. I wasted to ask if your dad was around?"
"My dad?" Barbara asked. "Why him…?"
I sighed. "I'm not blackhearted enough to throw her to the wolves in the street or have some random officer at the police department to watch over her. You wouldn't know, but I have a lot of respect for your dad; someone who hasn't let the vileness of this city corrode him. He's a good cop so I was hoping I could turn this one over to him directly. I know he would do the right thing for her."
Barbara remained silent for a moment as her expression softened even more. "…My Dad would be glad that someone in this city appreciates what he tries to do even though he alone can't do much." She glanced at Cassandra and sighed helplessly. "Fine, leave her here. When my dad comes back, I'll talk to him about it."
"Thank you."
Barbara observed me for a moment and smiled gently.
I tilted my head. "What is it? Are you enraptured by my astounding looks?"
"Not just that." She said honestly, causing me to be somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.
Of course, I didn't let it show on my face. That wouldn't be good for my flawless image after all.
"It's just…" She stared right into my eyes. "My dad isn't the only one who hasn't become corrupted by this city…you're a good person Will."
"You make me blush," I said before standing up. "Too bad you can't see it."
The redhead merely rolled her eyes.
I then looked to Cassandra and then patted her on the head. "Anyway, you'll be in good hands now. Just hang tight." As I moved to remove my hands from her head, however, the mute girl grabbed onto them and observed me intently for some time.
Like, it was an uncomfortably long time.
"Don't tell me you're enraptured by me too?"
My body then suddenly froze as I was suddenly hugged by the woman. It was a gentle hug with caring feelings attached, but it reminded me of things long gone…
"It seems like you attract every woman you come across," Barbara said from behind with something laced with her tone.
It allowed me to snap myself back and grin. "I'm sorry but I just can't help being irresistible," I said as I separated from the little assassin who was still staring at me genially. "Don't worry though…" I turned to her and looked her over. "I'll come after you soon enough."
Her expression flickered for a moment before she quickly turned her head. "…Just leave."
Heh.
"See you at 4," I stated before walking out the door and leaving the house.
Now then.
What to do…
I juggled my thoughts as I walked down the streets of Gotham.
There were a few things at the forefront of my mind that I needed to address at some point soon.
First, whoever the fuck had decided to screw over my home. The only issue was that I had no leads and could only wait till Tracey got back to me.
Second, The mission I had received about a scarecrow…
Quest Alert!
The Hidden Scarecrow!
There is something undoubtedly unusual about the deaths of the University Dean and the Four Regents. Use whatever clues you can gather to find out why they were killed and help apprehend the individual responsible for the murder.
Reward: 100,000 EXP, New Function
Failure: Death, Torture, and or Imprisonment
Of course, all my marbles were pointing towards that crazy psychology teacher but again, I had no leads until Tracey got back to me. I was placing a lot on her plate, wasn't I? I'd make sure to give her some nice long fucking for all her hard work.
Last, my financial situation.
I was poor.
Even if I had an ID to help me make some quick cash, it was a slow burn compared to what I wanted. The situation with the goons that ruined my apartment only served as a reminder about my less than fortunate circumstances. I couldn't continue mooching off of the women I slept with because I at least had some modicum of self-respect. That being said, what the hell could I do?
Money wasn't just going to fall out of a jet a thousand feet in the air and onto my lap like a gift from the heavens…I would prefer it didn't because I'm pretty sure that would break my legs.
No, I needed a way to make quick money, preferably in a legal manner. I wasn't afraid of getting my hands a little messy, but the trouble that would follow should I get caught wasn't quite anything I was interested in dealing with.
What way could I make quick money, legally, with virtually no repercussions…
I immediately halted.
My eyes widened as a solution to all my problems fell right on my lap…metaphorically of course. I still needed my legs after all.
Gambling.
Now, to the average individual, this was probably the stupidest solution to a financial problem that anyone with even a few brain cells could think of. Being broke and wanting to go gambling to solve your brokenness? You might as well throw your money in a blender and drink it down because that's basically what you'd be doing at a casino.
Fortunately for me and unfortunately for all my imaginary haters, I wasn't quite what you would call "average". I was a Half Incubus Homo-Magi chosen by a god damn Cosmic Entity.
…you know now that I think about it, in this world of aliens and invisible flying jets that don't make the pilot invisible, I don't think I was all that out there.
Regardless!
I was far from the average Joe living in this shitstain of a city. Some may ask how any of that made my decision to gamble at a casino any less retarded?
It didn't.
However, I did have one thing that no one else that I was aware of had.
Stats.
Variable Stats.
I could increase my statistics with just a simple click.
How did this help?
Luck.
I had a stat for Luck.
I should have thought about this the very first day I got my system, however, the surreality of the entire situation then and for many days to come had blinded me from seeing all the possibilities I had laid out bare in front of me. To be honest, if I wasn't so strapped for cash and if I hadn't been given a harsh reminder about how destitute I currently was, I might have just stuck to grinding out cash by killing zombies. In some kind of twisted way, I should thank the goons that raided my place for allowing me to seek out such a wonderful alternative means of income.
I would make sure they died as painlessly as possible for his contribution.
My head turned to the side to see an exquisitely crafted suit on display, complete with a set of pristine golden cufflinks and priced at $3000.
I chuckled to myself.
But then, I paused.
Bringing up my stat table, I realized that my luck wasn't a highlightable skill. If the average Joe had a Luck stat of 10, then I was barely 2.5* that amount. Granted, stats were most definitely not simply linear in scale, but the point still stood.
I needed more luck.
If I wanted to win big, I had to make sure my odds were as large as possible. Unfortunately, I had quickly gotten rid of my stat points earlier today…
Well, fuck me.
I ignored the suit and looked to the distance.
It was a good thing I had a few remedies to my situation.
Women.
To others, they were a source of endless woes, headaches, and pains but to me, they were my good fortune.
And better yet, I seemed to have had an appointment with one today.
It would be best if I went on my way.
-DC: Gamer-
I made my way through the streets taking some lefts and rights before arriving at my destination.
The League Dojo.
Without a moment's hesitation, I arrived in front of the door to the place and walked in. Immediately after, I could hear the soft sound of wind whistling reminiscent of someone punching the air. There I came to see Talia practicing in the room, her slightly perspiring body making her form even more alluring. She was wearing a black one once bodysuit that showed off a bit of her cleavage due to the zipper only being pulled up half-way.
She stopped and turned to look at me. "You're late."
huh…?
"We didn't even make a scheduled appointment…"
She ignored me and took slow steps in my direction. I looked at her with a raised brow as she came closer and closer…
!
I hastily ducked under the swipe.
Her knee followed her initial attack and came up to bash me in the face. Reacting quickly I crossed my arms in front of me before her knee bashed into my flesh guard. My right eye subconsciously twitched as I stumbled back a few steps before quickly righting myself.
!
My body moved before my mind as I pivoted myself to the right, just barely dodging the sidekick that was aimed at my head by a few hairs. I then immediately pivoted left as a straight jab punched through the air. I leaned back as a roundhouse kicked swiped through the air in front of my face and hopped back a step before staring at the woman in front of me carefully.
She looked at me for a moment and nodded. "Not bad…not bad at all." She said with a smile as she walked towards me and I swore there was a slight sway in her hips as she approached. "You're learning quickly. Your guard was up and your reactions were decent for someone just starting. Your footwork could use a bit of help but that's nothing that can't be fixed in time."
She stopped right in front of me and raised her hand to which I flinched slightly, however, with no danger warning, I didn't move as she placed it on my chest. Her brows raised slightly as she began to roam her hand over my chest then my abs. "Now isn't this something?" She said as she went behind me and began feeling all over my arms and my back.
Let's be honest, I was enjoying the feeling of her hands roaming all over my body, but I wasn't sure what she was doing. Was this supposed to be sexual or…?
"Your muscles have good proportions and they're well defined." She stated before slipping her hand under my shirt. The coolness of her soft hands caused my body to shudder for just a moment while she continued to drag them all over my upper body. "Yes…with such a good starting point, I can see how you can improve so nicely in a day." She stated as her hands were now wrapped around me from behind, under my arms with her hands placed on my chest. "Unfortunately, it's merely a starting point." And with that, she removed her hands and sauntered away, her hips most visibly swaying this time.
My lips twitched.
This fucking tease…
"You're reactions need work." She stated simply. "While you have a good foundation, you have no experience with actual fights and so you tend to have muddled reactions. For that, I have a different training plan for you today."
"…Great, I can't wait."
I assure you, my voice didn't sound excited in the least.
"Then we agree." She said with a smile. "To improve your reactions, we will first work on your perception. Once you can better perceive the flow of events going on around you, then you will have a much smoother transition from static to mobile. Your reactions won't be so blocky and easily readable…"
While she was talking, I was half paying attention while simultaneously observing her body with a minor crease to my brows as I thought about ways I could get up into those walls, if you knew what I meant. Why hadn't my aura worked on her yesterday? Was it that she was immune? Was her level too high? Or maybe, she had been affected by it, but she had resisted its effects with her mental fortitude? They were all likely scenarios which made approaching this situation with her a bit difficult. I knew that trying to screw her was probably not the most intelligent decision my 153 INT brain had ever conjured, but I was already in too deep…
Heh, that's what she said.
But in all seriousness, I was already in this situation with her and I didn't feel like ignoring her would be good for my health either so I figured I might as well take advantage of it. Besides, it wasn't like I was the only one trying to gain something. It was quite obvious that she wanted me for something. This wasn't the type of woman that I could take lightly.
Still, I would fuck her into a coma if given the opportunity.
"-Now then, let's begin."
I blinked.
She raised a brow. "Is something wrong? Or were you perhaps not focusing?"
The way she said that…
I felt a tingle in my spine.
"No, I understood. I uh need to work on my perception and the first thing I need to do is um read the atmosphere and feel it somehow?" It was a little of a blind guess based on the information my mind had been picking up while I was lost in thought. Honestly, if it wasn't for my now more intelligent mind, I might not have gotten a single thing she was saying.
"Good. Then let's begin." She said as she began to circle me. "As I explained before, I will attack you while trusting you will keep your eyes closed. I will know if you open them, so no cheating. Feel the fluctuations in the air as I come at you and respond in kind." She then stopped circling me as she stood some distance away in my front. "This is a much more difficult task than anything that you can do physically, so do not expect to get it done anytime soon. Let's begin."
With that, I sighed and closed my eyes while trying to sense something. I had no clue how this was supposed to even work. I was pretty sure that a normal human being's skin wasn't anywhere near sensitive enough to sense the breeze of a kick or an incoming-
"Urgh!" I choked out and immediately opened my eyes as a powerful impact connected with my stomach. I dropped to a knee and held my abdomen, my eye twitching as I looked up at Talia's emotionless face.
-50
Ow...
"Again." She said as she took a few steps back. "The best way for you to grasp something is through experiencing the pain of failure. Stand up and close your eyes."
With a deep calming breath, I stood up and cracked my neck left and right before trying to obtain the right focus of mind. Eyes closed, I once more tried to perceive something, anything, that would prevent me from having to suffer that pain agi-
My eyes snapped open as the impact that connected to my chest caused me to dry heave heavily. The air was knocked out of my lungs and I coughed as I wrapped my arms around my chest in a fruitless attempt to mitigate the pain.
-75
"Alright, what the hell?" I asked, restraining my anger, as I looked up at Talia. "There's absolutely no reason why you need to hit that damn hard."
"You came to me for training," she said sharply. "This is how I train."
Gamer's Mind calmed me down just barely, but I was still incredibly irritated. "I'm sure you have your fair share of issues, but I'm not your punching bag. This is understandable when you're trying to teach me to fight, but how does this in any capacity help me perceive anything?"
"Mercy and coddling will get you nowhere in life except your corpse thrown out like garbage on the sidewalk." She said as she stared at me deeply. "I see a lot of potential in you and how I teach is the best way to squeeze it out. You can quit and leave if you want, but if you do, I will cease all contact with you. Now, again."
One deep breath settled my emotions down as I stood up straight. Quitting was out of the question. Forgetting the fact that I hadn't yet fucked her, I had a respectable amount of pride in myself. Enough that I wouldn't give up just because someone was acting like an ass. "At the very least, you can give me some advice so I can fix what I'm doing wrong."
She looked at me silently for a moment before speaking. "Spread out your awareness. Try to feel with every pore in your body for even the slightest shift in the air. Use your other senses: smelling, hearing…I believe you will be able to handle it."
I frowned a bit as I thought about her words.
Spread out my awareness…
Use my other senses…
Spread out my other senses…!
An idea instantly slammed into my mind.
"Now then, try again."
I followed the instructions immediately and closed my eyes, but this time, I tried something new.
I wasn't fully human.
I could use magic.
I felt the ebb and flow on my mana and commanded it to flow through the surface of my skin and spread throughout the surroundings. Her words had given me the idea to spread out my mana into the surroundings while the energy was still connected to me. Sure enough, the moment I did so, I could feel everything. The slightest pulse of wind and vibration of molecules in the air registered vividly in my mind. I could count, with near-perfect assurance, how many small porous holes were in the impeccable looking polished wooden floors.
I could see it.
It was as if a blurry lens had been obscuring my perfect vision for years on end and it was only now that I could truly see.
I felt a shift and ducked below before moving to grab the outstretched arm above. I could sense the heartbeat of the other person elevate in what was probably surprise while I flipped her on me. Of course, the woman utilized the momentum to and was able to land squarely on her feet before she tried to sweep my legs from under me.
I felt the sudden twitch of her muscles long before she had decided to act so I was already in the air the moment she had motioned for her counter attack. I shot out a kick which was easily deflected away, but I used that opposing force to create some distance between me and Talia and hopped back to a soft stop.
Then I opened my eyes.
ping!
Congratulations! Due to a special action, you have created the skill [Mana Awareness]!
Mana Awareness (Active): Mana Awareness is an active skill that allows the user to saturate the environment with their mana so that they can glean information about every event occurring within their sphere of influence. Its size is dependent on the amount of the user's mana.
Range: 1 meter per 1000 mana points Cost: Variable based on the amount of man (Note: While active, the amount of mana you use for this technique will not be available to you for other techniques requiring mana.)I mentally swiped away the notification and looked up at Talia immediately enjoying her look of disbelief.
"Incredible…" She said softly. "You were able to do it."
Well, I was pretty sure I didn't do it the way she thought I did, but what did she mean by 'actually able to do it'? "What? did you expect me to fail?"
"Yes"
"…"
"But you've proved me wrong…I'm glad." She said as she stepped up and observed me with some kind of look that I couldn't quite place. "You're an uncut diamond." She said as she placed her hands in my cheeks and observed me intently. "Suitable to be trimmed and polished to perfection. It will require time but with you…"
Alright, I think I was feeling just a tad bit weirded out with the look she was giving me. I had no idea what she was thinking and I was pretty sure she wasn't entirely there what with her being the leader of an assassination organization and whatnot. Plus, that look in her eye was a pure hidden psycho.
That being said.
With a grin, I unleashed my Lustful Aura to its fullest capacity. The effect was instant as Talia's expression changed slightly, her cheeks becoming rosy and her heart rate elevating immediately-
My head suddenly whipped to the side as a burning sensation filled my cheek. It took me only a moment to realize that I had been smacked, hard, evident by my spotty vision and a momentary lapse of balance.
-25
"Reign in your desire," Talia said with some annoyance in her tone.
I rubbed my cheek and looked up at her to see her arms crossed under her magnificent breasts.
She raised a brow. "Really?"
"I can't help it. Who told you to be so damn gorgeous? I mean seriously, have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" Like, was there any straight guy who wouldn't get distracted by that?
She shook her head and sighed before putting on a thoughtful look. "You have an interesting ability to lower the inhibitions of those around you…I'm curious if this works on men as well?" She asked as her eyes gleamed while looking at me.
Immediately, a dangerous tingling feeling in my back spread throughout my body while I subconsciously clenched my ass cheeks and shivered.
Nope.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
There was no fucking way in the fiery depths of hell that I would ever intentionally test my lustful aura on a dude. Fuck that. Hell no. Not happening.
My reaction was probably noticeable as Talia laughed for a bit before calming down. "Relax, it was merely an afterthought of mine, but my point still stands." Her eyes turned sharp as she peered through me. "You have a problem controlling your lust and sometimes you let it control your better judgment. In a fight with a female opponent who has no qualms utilizing her sexual appeal in a battle, you will be in a severe disadvantage."
I blinked and thought about what she was saying. I mean, I never really thought about that in particular. If I ever did face a woman who had open cleavage per se, I was inclined to agree that it probably would not help me win that confrontation seeing as I would have to fight with a massive hard-on…
"It looks like you are understanding," Talia stated with an approving nod. "Don't misunderstand me, there are times and places for you to utilize your lustful nature to your advantage, but that time and place is never here when we are training, understood?"
I scratched my head a bit and sighed in relent. "Fine, I suppose I shouldn't have tried to screw your brains out on the floor."
She merely smiled before she licked her lips. "That being said…I suppose I could help you train your stamina."
My eyebrows jumped at the not so subtle sexual innuendo.
Talia turned around and snapped her fingers. "Keep him busy, will you?"
I blinked, "Wait, what?"
Before I could even contemplate further, a single form dropped down from below right in front of me causing me to step back in shock. "…Were you up on the ceiling the entire time? Like, why though?" No, seriously. Had she just been waiting upon the ceiling for however long until Talia gave them the signal to come down? I couldn't sense any danger from her so I suppose I shouldn't have been too worried…
No, more importantly. "Why are you dressed up like that?"
She wore dark clothing that hugged her figure closely, kind of similar to a ninja on those Japanese cartoons I used to watch. Her curvaceous feminine figures were easily revealed by the skin-tight dark clothing she wore, so much so that I had to wonder how she even got that on her body in the first place…
Name: League of Assassins Member
Title: Head Seductress
Race: Human
Level: Lvl 23
HP: 1750/1750
SP: 1500/1500
STR: 30
VIT: 35
DEX: 45
INT: 30
WIS: 30
CHA: 50
LUCK: 10
A member of the League of Assassins organization who is well versed in seduction, manipulation, and sexual techniques. Her skills have allowed her to get in bed and extract information from some extremely powerful men and women.
Well, …she seemed like someone I would want to get to know quite well.
"I've noticed your insatiable craving for sex." Talia stayed as she stood back. "And factoring in your capacity to decrease sexual constraint…I'm truly curious as to what you gain from it for you to be so passionate." With that, she looked at the seductress. "Don't go too easy on him."
"Of course not, mistress." The lady said as she eyed me. "I don't believe I would have wanted to even if you hadn't told me."
I grinned. "Do you think you can beat me in a game of 'stamina'?"
"There's only one way to find out, is there not?" She asked before reaching up to the top of her skintight suit and pinching something before pulling down. It turned out to be a zipper which was concealed within the fabric of the dress.
"So that's how you were able to get it on…"
Though I thought that, my eyes were glued to her incredible physique which depicted years of training and conditioning while still retaining all her femininity. In essence, she was sexy…though Talia was still my top MILF.
She walked up to me with measured steps, each one causing her chest to sway magnificently and causing her thigh muscles to contract and relax, something I found quite sexy.
"I will teach you how to recognize and counter an opponent's sexual advances while also honing your own, but first…" She wrapped her hands around my neck and pressed her chest against mine. "I need to test your technique. Are you prepared?"
Me?
Was I prepared?
"Believe me when I tell you," I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and bringing my face so close that I was almost kissing her. "I was born for this."
A human beating an Incubus in bed?
This woman had no idea who she was fucking with.
Literally.
