Story Warning: Descriptive scenes of sex, racism, etc.
Fixed consistency error.

(Rated: M) for a reason.

-VB-

20XX.X.X

I stared down at my own hands. These weren't my hands. I remembered that scar across the palm of my hand; I got rid of that two years ago. Groaning, I stood up even as the most fantastical and ridiculous thoughts entered my mind.

'I mean I really doubt I traveled back in time,' I thought to myself as I stood up. 'Nope. That kind of thing doesn't happen. Those are just fantasies.'

I laughed nervously and a little painfully as I stumbled around, trying to find the exit of wherever I was.

Stumbling as pain spiked into my head, I whimpered pathetically. I collapsed on my knees and rolled onto my side. I gagged and gasped quietly but nothing else would come out of my mouth even as my eyes shed !&^% and $V$.

Finally, the pain stopped after what seemed like hours but I knew it had to be minutes. I stopped whimpering like a baby and gasped. I was… I wasn't new to this level of pain but God, can I never get used to it!

Taking small steps forward as the feeling in my body returned, I found myself slowly approaching a scene I was not used to.

As I walked out, I saw a city that I was unfamiliar with. In the distance was an oil rig in the middle of a bay. There was rising skyscraper with unfamiliar black crown against a red and yellow background. The skies were dreary.

The city below … was a shithole. I could tell even from here, where I must be on top of a building. Almost everywhere I saw, there was decay. Only one place, a clustered place, seemed to be okay. Everywhere else was … downtrodden. Ruined.

"There's no way I am in LA," I said to myself. I was too familiar with Los Angeles, and there was nowhere in LA that had an oil rig inside of a bay surrounded by this much degraded and unkempt buildings.

"Just the status of - WOW!" I yelled abruptly as something popped up in front of me. I jumped back and it followed me, and in panic, I kept on scrambling back until the back of my head hit the wall of the staircase I had climbed out of.

I hissed and held my head. When nothing else happened, I looked up.

STATUS PAGE

NAME: ALAN MARRIS

RACE: -choose-

JOBS: -choose-

CANNOT EXIT STATUS PAGE UNTIL RACE AND JOB ARE CHOSEN.

… okay. It is a rpg game status screen.

I looked around. It was nearing dusk and there was nothing around me. I saw the screen clearly but I saw no light being illuminated from it.

"What the fuck happened to me?" I muttered to myself.

I sat there and fried to think about what happened to me the day before all of this.

Except I couldn't remember.

I really really tried.

But I couldn't remember. I knew who I was and immediate facts about myself and the apparently dual liberal and conservative education I received on everything from history and politics to math and science.

But outside of that?

I laughed as tears gathered and trickled down the front of my face.

"Why the fuck do I know more about Naruto techniques than my own goddamn family!" I laughed hysterically as I curled up and began to sob.

It took me hours and by the time I was done, the sun had set and the night was cold. Yet numb ar I was, I felt none of the mildly warm winds sweeping out towards the sea.

Instead I did something I did know about. I held my hands up, grabbed the right index with my left hand and held the left index finger pointing up.

"Henge."

Poof.

...oh god.

As the smoke cleared quickly, I found myself staring at pale white hands too small for me.

I chuckled as the henge dispelled.

I laughed as I curled up again.

I sobbed holding my knees to my chest.

When I was done accepting this new life of mine in a body, i unfurled and looked at the screen floating in front of me in what I could only call a respectable distance. It was not too far or too close to me.

I lifted a finger and pressed on the choose option for race.

RACE:

Human Races
Human
Elf
Dwarf

Demihuman Races
Fairy
Beastman
Lesser Angel
Lesser Devil
Centaur
Giant
Goblin
Orc
Troll

Heteromorph Races
Demon
Devil
Doppelganger
Dragon
Elementals
Fulborg
Golem
Insect
Lycanthrope
Murloc
Myconid
Naga
Skeleton
Slime
Tauren
Treant
Vampire

I stared at all of the options and moaned.

A fantasy rpg with more options than not for me to become a monster. Just great.

… what are the benefits?

I pressed each of the race categories and read through the description.

Human Races were physically the weakest with the least amount of drawbacks and advantages, Heteromorphs were all stronger than base human with big advantages and disadvantages, and Demihumans were somewhere in the middle.

But where was I? If I was in an ordinary world, then I didn't want to deal with being not human.

It was at this moment that I saw a human shaped light fly across the sky.

I wet my tongue loudly for a bit as my own thoughts were answered almost immediately by the world

"Power, it is," I said as I hovered over the Hetermorphs. I wanted something that was durable and survivor.

I began to look through each of the race options and how different they were. Some of them were classic like the vampire. The morlocks had an intelligence debuff, which wasn't great. I didn't want to become a skeleton either.

Slime, on the other hand, had a 3% physical damage reduction per racial level in Slime, however damage was calculated, and the ability to digest any organic matter. The downside was "Hunger +400%" and "Charisma Gain x.25." It was basically a gluttonous outcast.

The other option was Demon, which had a lot of subraces for me to mix and match, which gave me room to adapt and adjust over time. Problem with Demons was its "Innate Vile Nature." This debuff caused me to choose from four sins: Pride, Lust, Sadism, and Wrath.

Pride forced me to dominate others and it wasn't just "ha ha I am better than you"; it was closer to "grovel before me, slave, lest I kill you."

Lust… if I couldn't get it willingly, then I would take it forcibly. And I needed it everyday.

Sadism forced me to hurt others emotionally, mentally, physically, or a combination of all previous three.

Wrath didn't have an immediate effect. But once I became angry, I would destroy anything between me and my target.

If the sin wasn't fulfilled each day, then I would be subjected to stacking debuff that takes twice as much sinful indulgence to remove.

The rest were okay or too unfamiliar for me. After looking over everything, I sighed as I made my choice.

I felt my body change shape. I felt something protrude out from my temples and turn forward. I raised my hands up shakily and I felt it.

Horns.

I chose to be a demon.

As for my sin…?

Out of all four of them, i thought that lust was the least destructive. At least, I can pay for services, right?

Sighing, I moved onto Job classes.

JOB CLASSES
(Classes allowed by user race)
Archer
Alchemist
Blacksmith
Cleric
Craftsmen
Druid
Fighter
Hunter
Monk
Shaman
Thief
Warlock
Warrior
Wizard

'I could be a cleric?' I snorted even as I dismissed the option. It didn't take me long to choose Thief. I was a nobody with no ID of any kind in a foreign land that might not even be America.

The status page finally closed and I warily stood up after hours of crouching, hugging, sobbing, and sitting.

I bent my back backward and hummed approvingly when my back crackled and popped.

… time to get a bearing of where I was.

"Henge," I muttered and the horns disappeared from my head. I still felt it but I doubted anyone could see it now.

I looked over the edge of the building and just jumped down into an empty alley. I landed in a crouch after falling freely from a four story building.

I stood up wobbly, a little shocked that I could do something that.

"It must be part of the Naruto ninjutsu thing in my head," I muttered to myself before walking out of the alley and into the street. Dressed in only a t-shirt and a pair of nylon shorts, I strolled into this unfamiliar city.

-VB-

It didn't take long for me to find a newspaper stand locked up and closed but I saw the front half of the newspaper bundle that was displayed.

And my jaw dropped as I read the date.

"January 10th, 2009…?!" I hissed quietly to myself with wide eyes and sagging shoulders.

I didn't just get powers, I traveled back in time! It kind of explained why I had a younger body. This size fit just how tall and small I was when I was sixteen! I am certainly shorter than how tall I was in 2019, but I was still a good five feet nine inches.

I shook my head just a little as I snapped out of my torpor and hurriedly moved on.

At least, now I knew that I was in a English writing and speaking city and the name of the newspaper…

I never heard of "Brockton." Is it in Britain or Australia? The dreary weather certainly made Britain a likier candidate than Australia.

Moving about, I noticed how dirty the city was. The city wasn't like New York City or Los Angeles in population (otherwise, I would be surrounded by people enjoying the night life right now). Did the people just not care? I mean, everyone cared about how clean their surroundings were, otherwise, there wouldn't be a cleaning industry.

I pushed that thought aside as I moved deeper into the city towards the place that was cleaner. It was night time and people were about, but not around here where I was walking.

"Yo~!"

I stopped and turned around. Behind me were nine men and women, all holding some kind of a weapon.

"Ah shucks," I muttered to myself. "Am I standing in your gang's turf?"

The lead man grinned maliciously. "You know it," he said as he extended his free hand. "Give us everything you have and I might not beat the shit out of you."

I looked at them before sighing.

Naruto ninjutsus were great, but I was currently limited in what I could do with them. I knew - like I knew what 1 + 1 was - that I only had three ninjutsu mastered: henge (transformation), bushin (clone), and kawarimi (replacement). I couldn't fight them.

Or could I?

I gulped, not a little scared but determined not to be a bug.

I mastered these techniques, whether I did or they were downloaded. I knew what I had to do, I knew how to time these techniques, and I certainly could do some tricky shit with them.

Instead of pulling out my non-existent wallet, I slid into a stance and gestured for him to come.

The white trash spat on the ground and rushed me with his crowbar.

My heart pounded in my ears as the man swung his crowbar no more than three yards from me, obviously expecting his momentum to carry through to reach me.

And then I switched myself with one of his goons, the one behind them all.

There was a konk and a slump.

For a second, the gangsters cheered before the leader gasped. "Bob?!"

I grimaced as I tried to think of what else I could do… and then I saw knowledge and wisdom to know how to use curses.

… The fuck?

Nasuverse?

'Think later,' I thought to myself as I pointed my finger gun-style towards the gangster in front of me. "Gandr."

Gandr was a curse that deteriorated a person's health on the spot, though its effect corresponded to just how much mana I put into it. In Nasuverse, specifically the Fate Stay/Night, Tohsaka Rin, one of the protagonists, was able to put enough energy into her Gandr Shots to pierce through unarmored bodies easily.

A purplish black energy bullet shot out and struck the back of the neck of the unfortunate target. The gangster took the hit and just collapsed on the spot, vomiting his last meal out. The sound of retching and the spilling of liquid on the ground caused the rest of turn, and they saw me behind them.

"CAPE!" someone shouted.

That was an odd way to call a superperson.

"Gandr!" I hissed again, and another shot hissed through the air, striking a suddenly scared gangster. She too went down vomiting.

Then one of them pulled out a gun.

'Kawarimi!' I mentally chanted and poof.

BANG

Another gangster, their leader, took the shot instead of me, while I was now to their back again.

"Michael!"

With the way these guys shouted each other's names, it was like they were completely new to being fucked up by a super.

I mean, I just saw a person flying overhead just a few hours ago.

I struck at the back of the head of the nearest gangster, and I knew how to do more damage.

'[Sinister Strike]!'

Suddenly, my fist slammed into the back of his head with far more force than I put into it, and the gangster flew forward like a ragdoll, slamming into another gangster.

Four of them were now incapacitated, leaving me with five, including the one with the gun.

I pointed the finger at the guy with the gun and fired another Gandr. He … ducked.

Smart.

He fired but missed.

I fired as the other gangsters tried to rush me.

When one of the rushing gangsters struck at me, I switched places with the gunner.

Pow!

I turned around to look at the gunner, who went down from a fist to his face. I immediately knelt down, grabbed a handful of trash, and kawarimi'ed them with the gun.

I never used a gun before.

Panting from exertion of some kind, I pulled the gun up.

The gangsters immediately stopped.

"Fucking leave," I growled.

"The Empire's not going to forget you," one of them grumbled as they left me, carrying their fallen on their backs, including their dead.

Not my fault they decided to use a gun.

Speaking of the gun…

I relaxed and stared down at the gun in my hand.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" I asked myself.

I quickly went through my options… and realized that my "Gamer" ability had an inventory system.

"Inventory?" I tried calling for it.

Zhing.

And wala, it appeared. It was a box-stacking system like most RPGs and Minecraft. I hesitantly pushed the gun into the nearly transparent screen, and it just disappeared.

And there was a Glock(1) on the screen.

"Nice."

I willed the Inventory screen to close, and it did. Then I quickly moved out of the street, lest there were eyes following me should I take the big roads down. Thinking about what might happen if I appeared in public with my face, I quickly henged into an Asian.

-VB-

"You work for us now!"

I stared dispassionately at the gang of Asians that demanded that I work for this gang called ABB. They thought that I was an Asian American who didn't know shit about "my" ancestry, so I was being forced to work for them to "learn" about "my" ancestry.

Unlike my encounter with the "Empire" gangsters, there were less of these guys and none of them looked like they had guns.

I raised my hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not Asian."

Poof.

My henge disappeared.

The trio of Asian gangsters stared at me.

The three screamed that word again.

Cape.

I ran, not wanting trouble.

-VB-

Then I ran into homeless drug dealers.

-VB-

The superhero cops wanted me in prison.

-VB-

When I tried to skip town, I got zapped until I came back in.

-VB-

Curled up with my legs up against my chest, face in my knees, and my arms around my legs, I remained quiet. Thanks to kawarimi technique, I was able to teleport away after being combat-engaged by the superhero police, of all things.

"I want to go home," I whimpered pathetically as I woke up.

I lifted my face slowly, and I saw the dawn sun shining like a jewel.

It was beautiful.

But I was hungry, homeless, and … horny.

God, my choice could have been better. So much better. Why didn't I just stay a familiar human? Why not even elf or even dwarf?

I'm a goddamn demon, and I was the dumb fucker who chose this.

I sniffled as the cool morning breeze began to move and caress my tear-stricken face. The combination of warm light and the cool breeze touching my face reminded me of my older sister, whose skin was always a bit too cold for my liking but always made me warm with how she took care of me.

'Go and fucking do something, you dipshit,' she'd say.

"I guess I'll have to find my own place," I muttered as I stood up.

First, I needed to take care of my hunger.

The simplest solution was often the easiest. I was a Thief, and I could always change my appearance.

"Henge," I said, changing my appearance to that of an average nondescript woman. "Let's take a stroll down the busiest place in this city."

I jumped down from the rooftop, and made my way to the place.

After walking for about an hour (and pickpocketing twenty-six dollars), I arrived at the busiest place. There were … a lot of tourists.

"Huh," I muttered to myself as I walked past the guards stationed at the entrance of the street. The street was called "Boardwalk," like it was an imitation of Broadwalk and whatnot. I walked around, pickpocketing every other person as to not arouse suspicion.

By the time I was at the other end of the street, I had three-hundred forty-eight dollars.

I stared at the money in my Inventory that only I could see.

"That's a lot of money," I mumbled to myself as I pulled out a single twenty from my Inventory into my pocket. I walked out of the Boardwalk to the adjacent streets. There were some restaurants but there were none that I wanted to enter.

But then I saw a street cart. The young woman operating the cart looked a little harried. She had dark circles underneath her eyes and she looked tired. Something pushed me towards her from within me, and I walked. I was hungry anyway, and a hot dog stand she seemingly operated

"Hello, welcome to Mimi's Hot Dog stand! How can I help you?" she asked faux cheerfully.

"One hot dog, please," I said. "So what's your story?" I asked as I noticed that she was shorter than me.

She fumbled with the hot dog she was pulling out when I randomly tossed her that question.

"H-Huh?" she uttered as she looked at me with wide eyes.

"What's going on with you? You look down," I replied.

She looked at me for a few seconds before smiling sadly. "A personal business, I'm afraid," she said sadly.

I stared at her for a second before she handed me the hot dog. I shrugged as I took the hot dog. "If you say so. How much is it?"

"Three dollars."

"With tax?"

"Yes."

"Hmm," I uttered as I handed her a twenty. She punched a few buttons on the cash register. As she pulled out my change, I noticed that the register was pretty empty.

"You run this cart by yourself?" I asked her.

She looked up, a flicker of dread passing by her face, before she nodded while handing me my change. "I do, but I don't think I can operate it anymore."

"Why not?" I pocketed the change.

"... Because I'm not making enough to rent the cart again tomorrow."

So that's why she was so down. It was the end of the line for her business.

"Sucks," I muttered. 'But how desperate are you?' I asked myself. I looked over her she kept staring down at her cash register. She wasn't beautiful but neither was ugly or plain. She leaned on the side of cute…

I took a deep breath in as I put mustard, ketchup, and relish on my hot dog.

My eyes continued to roam almost against my will.

Ginger haired, brown eyes, and rounded face.

Maybe five and six or seven inches tall and on the thin side with not an insignificant weight to her breasts. With the way her apron was tied in the front and not the back, it gave me a good estimation of her figure. Except her hands were thinner than what her figure suggested. Maybe she wasn't eating properly?

Then I heard it.

Growl.

She blushed and tried to cover her stomach.

I did my best to hide my grin.

'Can I look at her status like I can see mine?' I thought to myself while looking around my "Character Page." I found no such available option.

I quickly ate the hot dog, gave her a nod of thanks, and disappeared.

Disappeared, yes, from her point of view. I kept my eyes on her, though. If my predictions and guesses coincided perfectly, then I might have a woman for my bed tonight and I wasn't about to let her disappear on me.

But no one woman who just throw her body for a few hundreds that I had. No, I needed far more to sweeten the initial deal.

Time to go pickpocketing~.

-VB-

I returned nine hours later, and she was still there. Working her cute ass off, she was nowhere near the full sale capacity. Of the fifty or so hot dogs that she had to begin with this morning, she still had thirty.

Assuming each hot dog nets her $1 profit after however many she needed to sell to pay for the rent of the cart, there was no way she made enough to even pay off the cart's rent. Even if I was generous with the calculation and said $2 profit per hot dog, she probably still didn't make enough to feed herself.

I watched as she dragged the cart across the entire rich side of the town to the warehouse district closer to the waters. There, she entered one of the warehouses.

A man walked out and they talked.

I was right above them on the roof of the warehouse.

"Ms. Volya," the chubby yet firm looking man said. "You're late as usual."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peters," she said as she reached into her apron pocket as the man took the handles of the cart and brought it inside. After a while, he came back out of the warehouse. "I…. I only have this much."

And then she handed him what was more or less the entirety of what she made today.

He took the money and sighed.

"Ms. Volya, this is the third time I've let you rent one of my company's carts along with the other merchandises and yet you've made less than half of what you were supposed to."

"I'm sorry."

The man shook his head. "No, I am sorry. I have been paying out of my own pockets to make up for your lack of profits in the hopes that you would get better, but you have not. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to not come back tomorrow."

She trembled on the spot as the "Mr. Peters" turned around left her there, shivering in the dark.

Ah, so she wasn't just renting the cart. All of the products must be part of the rental. Maybe the company she borrowed from had a set quota for sales or something.

I needed to wait just a bit more.

She left the warehouse district, walking towards the rundown suburban district.

And just when she crossed in the suburban district, I appeared in front of her from an alley, popping out just a little.

"Sup."

She jumped back with wide eyes, and then she recognized me.

"You."

"... You look worse than you did this morning."

She scowled, dropping her customer service face. "Please leave me alone," she said as she began to turn around.

I wasn't about to let her go that easily. "You're hungry, aren't you?"

She froze mid-turn and looked to me.

"Well, you see," I drawled. "I'm in need of a service." Saying this, I lifted my newly acquired - if a little used and plain - jacket, revealing an inner pocket filled with twenty dollar bills. Her eyes widened as her eyes caught the sight of the money. "I think you know what I want."

She glared at me, but the desperation was clear with how she was shifting her eyes towards the money constantly.

"D… do you even know what you're asking?" she asked, shaking.

"Of course, I do. It's why I said I wanted service and I am offering."

In my pockets right now, five hundred dollars sat. Lesser women have accepted similar offers for far less. I had to give her some credit for not accepting it immediately. "Well?" I asked as I leaned forward, pushing into her personal space.

She didn't answer, biting her lips and looking down with tearful eyes.

Again, her stomach growled.

"Fine…!" she hissed.

Grinning, I pulled my jacket close. "Then let's find a place to … ah, consummate our agreement."

We led her to a motel I already scouted and rented a room, led her to my room, and closed the door.

Upon closing the door, I slid a paper on the floor of the room to the corner. This caused a near invisible throng of energy to rush out from where I was as the last paper I just put into place sealed this room from the outside world in a Bounded Field, one of the basic knowledge I got from Nasuverse.

This Bounded Field did two things: it hypnotized people from remembering this room and cut off sound.

In essence, I stole this room from its owners, who would forget that this room existed.

Once the door closed and the Bounded Field was set, I led her towards the bed.

She resisted a bit but then I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down.

"Wait, wait, wait-!" she began uncertainly.

Unfortunately, I no longer had control over my [Lust].

I grabbed bag and rolled up apron, and tossed them aside, hearing them bounce on the floor. Then I grabbed her legs and pulled them apart.

She was mewling, a little afraid by my sudden moves and her inexperience.

But she made a deal with a Demon. I didn't plan on going easy or slow.

I grabbed her pants and slid them off with my superior strength despite her resistance. She tried to take some measure of control with her legs, but they were already apart and I had them on each of my side.

Not wanting to stick my dick in a dry pussy, I slid my hand to her crotch. Her screams cut off into whimpers as my fingers found her entrance and slid in. She gripped the side of the bed with her hands, trying to come to terms.

In that instance, I grabbed her wrists with my free hand and pinned them above her.

"Wait, y-you're going too fast!" she cried as her eyes teared up.

"But you agreed, and there's no going back!" I said as I sped up my fingering.

She bucked under my fingers even as she cried. Her body couldn't deny the need, and she was lubricating herself handily. As my thumb rubbed her clit and my fingers pressed up as I pumped her, I felt her walls start to contract. It was slow at first but as I sped up, it too became faster.

Then she tightened around my finger while screaming.

Just like that, her resistance broke.

She laid there, whimpering even as her body shuddered and I felt her vagina wet my fingers even more.

I pulled my finger out of her, and pulled my boxer and shorts down.

My swollen and throbbing dick landed on her lower stomach, extending almost to her belly button.

Without even waiting for her to respond, I grabbed my dick, lined myself up with her pussy and slid in.

I pushed my hips slowly.

For a second, I felt horrible for taking this girl the way I had, but my horror was quickly shattered and pushed aside by something far more primal and another just outright evil.

I moaned, almost ejaculating on the spot as I realized how tight her pussy was around my dick. Another part of me reveled in being the one to violate her like this. This cute ginger writhed underneath me.

As I slid the full length of my dick inside of her, she began to whimper again.

"T-This is happening...! I'm dreaming, I have to be dreaming…!" she whimpered to herself even as her eyes widened the deeper I pushed into her.

"No dream, sweetie," I coo'ed. "Just sex."

I reached the end of her vagina… but I still had more. I pushed forward, stretching her walls and bending them to my length.

"You're going to be worth everything I paid you for," I growled as I pulled out and slammed into her mercilessly.

She cried as I began to pump her, stretching her with each deep pounding. Her boobs jiggled as I pumped her, and I felt an urge. So I followed it. My free hand that I have been using to keep her leg down moved up and grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and pulled them up and over her boobs.

Her boobs, covered by only her bra now, continued to jiggle as my shaft slid in and out of her, feeling all of the grooves of her pussy with the rim of my dick's head. I moaned even as I grabbed her bra and pulled it down, snapping it in half by accident with how hard I pulled it off.

No big loss.

To my surprise, her boob almost spilled out, having been confined by a bra two sizes smaller.

Because what I was seeing?

It wasn't the B-cup I thought they were but a D-cup! And they weren't just any old D-cup; they firm, round, and soft!

Spilled out as they were, they continued to jiggle with each thrust I made. I grabbed her left boob and squeezed, eliciting another cry from her.

I picked up my speed, slapping her ass loudly as I rammed my full length into her.

She finally stopped whimpering and squealed as she curled inward, her entire body shuddering as her vagina spasmed around me.

Taken surprise by the sudden iron grip I found myself in, I slammed into her and cummed.

Her eyes shot open. "No, no! I'm going to be pregnant! Pull it out! Pull it out!" she begged tearfully. But the thought of impregnating only made me harder and hold myself in position in glee.

My dick throbbed as I ejaculated once, twice, and thrice into her. I felt my semen dribble out of the tip of my cock in pleasurable bursts, and my whole relaxed as I felt the need that I have been craving evaporate like a fast forwarded video of dry ice.

Oddly enough, my dick was still hard.

I was about to pull out and just leave after breaking the Bounded Field when I got this message.

[Demon's Satisfaction x1]

I clicked it with my free hand, and my eyes widened.

[Demon's Satisfaction

Taking part in a demon's sin multiple times mitigates the future needs, each successful indulgence allowing for a whole day's need to be satisfied.

Current Stack: 1]

I closed the screens and looked down at the girl. Having let go of her wrists, she opted not to resist but to cover her face with her arms and whimpering pathetically.

It sucked for her, but she was the one to agree to this without putting down how many times I could fuck her.

Without even talking, I grabbed her waist with both of my hands and pumped her again.

She pulled her arms apart to look at me in shock.

I just took it as her stupidity and lashed out with both of my hands, grabbed her wrists, and pinned them to the side.

"No, you already did it! Let me go!" she shouted, tearing up. "Please let me go!" she mewled as her boobs jiggled and her hips rocked back.

"Nope, you're mine tonight," I laughed as I pounded into her. I pushed in, pulling her hips up my lands and began to mate-press into her. I pushed my chest against her chest, and placed my head at the nape of her neck.

From that point on, she didn't say anything and just mewled to the rhythm of my pounding.

I pumped her vagina, and after a while, came again.

Her sobs died down as I began our third round.

By the fourth round, where I had flipped her around and pounded into her doggy style, she'd stop whimpering completely, just taking it.

The fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth…

Holy shit, why does my dick not turn flaccid? I'm scared now!

By the time I decided to end it, I was a little sleek with sweat. I peeked at her face and blinked upon seeing her unconscious. Did she pass out? Unlike myself, she was covered in far more than just sweat; I had ejaculated three rounds outside of her pussy, and they'd painted a picture on her back.

I grunted, feeling the effects of my exertion, and stood up to enter the shower. On the short distance between the bed and the bathroom, I quickly checked my DE stack count and saw that it was 9.

Good. I mean, I did enjoy it a lot, and that was perhaps the second best sex of my life, but knowing that I don't have to force myself to have sex, even when I felt a strong urge for it, felt good in my mind. Satisfied, I looked over my shoulder and stopped walking. Seeing the girl there, laying on her stomach and so defenseless…

Almost like I was being controlled, I turned around and returned to bed. I lifted her hips up and pushed myself in. Moaning in pleasure, I spent the night pleasuring myself away with her pussy.

-VB-

Oddly enough, I didn't need to sleep or eat. Was it because of my new Demon physiology, Gamer affecting me, or other reasons? So when morning came around and my partner (Ms. Volya) finally woke up, I had not only gone over the minute details available for everything in my head, which wasn't limited to Ninjutsu, Thaumaturgy, and weird Gamer, but I had planned out what I wanted to do.

Ms. Volya was part of my plan. She was … a nice lay. I wanted to keep her around.

As she blearily woke up and sat up, her first reaction was to look at herself. She was clean and without any external appearance of our last night activities.

"Yo."

She flinched. In the following seconds, she quickly bunched up the bedsheet and covered herself as she looked up to meet my eyes. There was a little bit of fear in her eyes.

"I really enjoyed our night together, Ms. Volya," I said smoothly. "So I thought I should at least see you off with your payment."

I held up an envelope, which was easy enough to buy when I went around early morning. Within it was three hundred dollars; we never agreed on the amount, only to be paid. I wasn't going to rip her off, but neither was I going to be generous. These little tidbits made me realize that Ms. Volya was quite young. Not young enough to be in high school, because she wouldn't be attempting to continue a business if she was. I also rummaged through her purse after cleaning her, and found out that her name was "Rebecca Soto-Volya," an 21 year old, and that she had not a single picture of herself, her loved ones, or anyone in general. The only thing she had were cards about homeless centers and relief centers. Her willingness to steep into prostitution after failing her business venture, her age, and her underweight appearance made me realize what she was.

A young woman, probably an orphan or neglected, trying to find her own place in the world. Scared, lonely, desperate, and hungry. A perfect target for those who would want to only take and never give. She was lucky to meet me instead of, let's say, those ABB or Empire thugs.

"Y-you…" she mumbled. It wasn't long before her eyes spotted the envelope, though, and they followed it like a cat would follow a catnip.

"But then I thought about you, Ms. Rebecca Soto-Volya."

She snapped out of her daze. "You looked through my things?!"

I held my hands up in peace. "Don't worry. You didn't have anything worth taking."

She clutched her bedsheet even tighter.

"After thinking about your situation that I have seen so far, I realized that you probably don't have anywhere to go. No one's waiting for you, right?"

She looked away, curling up.

"The smell of your clothes was distinct. You know what I mean."

She gulped but still refused to meet my eyes.

"So I have a proposition for you-" I wanted to snort. A homeless, regardless of how much I had, was extending a hand to another probably-homeless. "- I want you to stay with me and be my woman."

She looked up.

Unlike last time where surprise and hunger had been the primary force behind her actions, there was anger in her eyes now.

"Y-You…!" she hissed as tears trickled down the side of her head. "You fuck me, you c-cum inside of me, and you want me ... to be your woman…?!"

I laughed.

Then I smiled. "Don't misunderstand. I could just as well take you whenever and however I want," I replied. With that, I crossed my fingers and two clones poofed into existence.

Then the clones changed appearance when I henged and altered all three faces facing her.

Her eyes widened.

"You never saw my real face to begin with."

Her face paled.

"Cape."

"Bingo~"

Yesterday night while I had been going through all of the tidbits of information I had available to me, I also nicked half of the magazines in the lobby of the motel and read through them too, including a pamphlet made by "Parahuman Response Team National, distributed by PRT ENE" which described in detail what to look for in capes and how to report them to the authorities.

Cape was the colloquial term for the fancier - if a little incorrect - term, parahuman.

I also found out that my set of abilities? The sheer diversity and potential I had at my disposal?

Unheard of.

I just had to hide until I leveled enough of my Gamer's progression system, experimented enough Thaumaturgy to become a magus, or trained until I was a Chunin or Jounin level fighter using Ninjutsu. There were other powers and knowledge, but the aforementioned three were my best bet at survival.

I dispelled the clones.

I leaned forward.

"I like you, Rebecca. I want you. If you agree to become mine, then I will protect you, feed you, shelter you, and - if you want - give you the funds and time necessary to educate yourself."

Here, I reached into my jacket and pulled out a white letter paper with the contract written as I had just described. On the bottom, I already signed it. "In exchange, all of you become mine."

And of course, I cheated a little. On the back of the paper, I had written down using invisible ink (also sold at numerous 24/7 stores for some odd reason and was ultimately responsible for me thinking of such a plan to use it) numerous other benefits she would be forced to give me.

In total, this contract, this Geis I intended to get her to sign, was no better than an indefinite indentured servant contract that included sexual services.

The only thing I could not do was cause her death, harm her for non-practical reasons, and sell the contract by direct or indirect means.

What the contract would do, however, was kill her by burning her inside out if she succeeded in running away or succeeded in telling my enemies (ie anyone not me) about myself.

Hell, she couldn't even attempt suicide!

I was very much a demon, which was better than a devil in my honest-to-God opinion.

Her stomach growled.

I loved her stomach. It just spoke at the most opportune moments.

Fat tears slid down her face. I saw her mind go into overdrive, weighing the pros and cons. She didn't know me yet here I was offering her everything she had been lacking.

I held up both of the options patiently, and eventually she came around.

The desperate, hungry, tired, hurt, and lonely Rebecca Soto-Volya… chose to be my slave.

Excellent.

I tossed the envelope aside and walked up to her bedside with the table that I had been sitting on in tow. I set the table down and set the contract down with a pen.

She looked at me fearfully before looking down at the paper.

"Oh!" I said cheerfully, because I was happy things were going my way. "If you don't sign the contract, then that's alright too. I won't have anyone say that I forced someone into signing a contract."

If anything, my assurances only scared her more.

With shaky hands and puffy eyes, Rebecca grabbed the pen and signed.

Immediately, the paper curled up and burst into red fire, causing Rebecca to scream as she backed away.

The fire floated up and split into two.

One came to me and marked my pinky, burning a tiny sigil there.

It was a f

The other raced to Rebecca and marked her neck. She screamed as the smell of cooked meat filled the room, and by the end of it, she was left panting and shivering on the bed with black chain tattoo on her neck with my sigil burnt into her jugular notch.

"The details of the contract should be in your head now," I said as I reached into my Inventory and pulled out a plate filled with a fruit cup, a bowl of cereal, a cup of hot tea, utensils, and another envelope, this one containing one hundred dollars. "For now, allow me to fulfill my part of the deal." I set the plate down on the table, and her head snapped up.

She looked at me.

I gestured for her to go ahead. "Just eat slowly so you don't choke yourself. I would be so disappointed if my first servant died to choking of all things."

-VB-

After she ate her breakfast, I left her with some instructions regarding what she was to do and gave her a copy of the key to this room. Thanks to my Bounded Field, everyone would ignore it and its occupants, and so she would be able to come and go without issue.

My instructions for her were simple: enjoy yourself but come back "home" by 6 p.m.

She was too out of it to go out, though, but I did.

I needed information on my enemies: the homeless brigade, white trash legion, and the Asian division.

To the library!

After that, the hardware store because I needed some tools for the ideas bouncing in my head!