His knees began to ache as he shifted uncomfortably atop the beautiful stone-carved chair.
The numbing tingles coming from his lower legs were almost unbearable.
“Don’t bite your lips.” Silas reached over and gripped the sides of Zane’s face.
“Should I activate the default settings?”
Huh?
You didn’t do that?
Zane wanted to speak, but all that came out were gasps and groans.
Even if he found the system annoying at times, the perks of having his thoughts read in times like these were surprisingly nice.
“I said don’t bite.” Silas turned his face toward him and leaned down to kiss the stubborn host.
Unlike his warm hands, the lips and tongue that swept across Zane’s were ice cold.
If it weren’t for his staring into the spiral of a question mark, Zane could believe that he was kissing an actual person.
No wonder it hurts like hell.
“Lying is no good.” The wetness wrapped around his fingers said otherwise.
The system had purposefully avoided activating the setting to test this space’s attribute.
“Having a carved-out location for sexual pleasure is truly something else…”
A bunch of pervs…
Silas agreed when Zane called the Protagonist Recovery host a pervert.
But knowing that the system agreed to build such an outrageous, fantastical sexcapade made it no better than its lascivious host.
As Silas suspected, this location granted the same perks as activating the default setting, although pain nullification wasn’t part of it due to certain “plays”, it was still a sex haven for those who loved such things.
“These hosts were all once human.
It makes sense to crave and live out sexual fantasies.” Even an omnipotent being like itself only had so much knowledge.
“All done.”
“Oh, great.
My legs are killing me…” Just as he was about to get off the chair, his body was flipped over to face the system.
“Now for the main course…” With his back against the headrest, Zane watched with confusion when the question mark lifted his legs.
“Let’s explore your sexual fantasies, shall we?”
“What fantasies!?” He was an honest worker who lived to eat.
How dare this asshole taint the pure and handsome me!?
“You’re ridiculous.” A sudden urge to yank the other person’s hair overcame Zane.
It didn’t matter if the ugly question mark had any underneath that, Zane still reached for where he thought the hair would be.
Zane felt unnerved when his hand disappeared beneath the masked halo.
His fingers brushed against the softness of hair.
Zane’s lip curved into a sinister grin as he grabbed a fistful of it.
The question mark tilted following the pull.
The system felt the strength in Zane’s grip loosen the moment he heard him grunt.
It had noticed that the host was really softhearted.
“I’ve done enough exploring on my end.
Let’s focus on your assignment.” Silas gave in and raised its hand in defeat.
The system brushed off Zane’s hand and backed a few steps away.
A sudden spark, followed by the sizzling of the liquid on the system’s hand.
The evidence of having once toyed with his asshole is now wiped clean.
Zane raised a brow at the casualness of it all.
That’s it?
Not only was his erection standing proudly between his legs, but there was also an indescribable itch inside.
“Does Master want to continue?” It was acceptable when the robotic voice called him that, but hearing it from a humanoid figure made him flush with cringe.
“Gross.
Don’t call me Master while you’re like that.” Unlike other systems, Silas has never made it a habit to appear before the hosts.
With the exception of serious life-threatening emergencies, he preferred watching.
As to why the systems call their hosts ‘Masters,’ it was a way to make the hosts feel as if they are in control.
In reality, a contracted soul would always be below the system.
Zane was an odd case.
He was neither above nor below Silas in status, as they both worked directly for the networks.
Calling him Master was merely ceremonious.
“If you prefer Zane, I’ll call you that.” The system leaned down and inspected his knee.
“How’s the knee?”
Really!?
You’re asking about that!?
“Worry about the thing between my legs.” Zane couldn’t get over the question mark head.
“Hurry, I don’t want to be caught playing with their sacred items.”
Zane wrapped his legs around Silas’s neck while both of his hands reached for the hair he had just yanked.
The anal wand had long been forgotten at the side.
Zane didn’t really care about the item.
He just wanted his erection dealt with.
The cool chuckle against his dick made him shudder.
The wet chill that traced along his shaft made him gasp in surprise.
By logic, the iced-cold tongue should have shriveled him, but instead made him even more sensitive.
The horror he felt when his dick disappeared behind the question mark made him grip the soft hair harder.
The thrill of not being able to see it slip into the cold mouth made him twitch.
“Is it too cold?” The system asked while sucking the tip.
“It’ll warm up quickly if I suck it more.”
Ah…shit.
Those words were a bit much for Zane.
He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, that pulsating throb of desire.
Zane wondered if this was what Clyde felt when he took it into his mouth.
Silas gripped the excited cock, stroking it to please the other.
The contrast in temperature between the warm hand and the cold mouth made Zane groan from how overwhelmed he felt.
“So quick…” The system hadn’t expected Zane to come so quickly.
The remnants of the ejaculation on his face were burned away.
Just when Silas was about to clean up the host, its hair was yanked again.
“You were the one who spent all that time prepping my hole and teasing that spot!” Zane wondered if he should really give the question mark a good beating.
Twenty minutes of torment and you have the gall to say I was quick!?
“You’ll pull my hair out if you keep on tugging.”
“You deserve to be bald!
You shitty system!” With a laugh, the system disappeared into thin air, leaving behind the few strands of shimmering blond hair.
“Zane!” The sudden call from the entrance had him panicking.
But when Zane looked down at his messy state.
To his surprise, it felt dry and clean, and even his pants were pulled up and worn as they should be.
[I stopped earlier because I noticed that they entered the forest and were making their way here.]
I got scared for nothing.
Zane stood up, feeling a little off balance as he hastily put back the anal wand and met up with the team.
“Was it stuffy inside?
Your face is all red.” Team Leader Howard was the first to notice.
“It’s summer.” Not knowing what to say, he just blurted out whatever came to mind.
“Is everything good now?”
“Yes.
The chief took care of everything.
We even brought you some snacks in case you got hungry.” Howard treated him extremely well.
Zane guessed it was because they could easily access the ruins because of him.
“What have you discovered so far?” Professor Reed had lots of expectations for his protégé.
Just as his teacher brought him along for his first-ever expedition, he now brought Zane along to this very same place.
“The craftsmanship far exceeds that of any location, pulling from techniques of the olden ages, far too ancient for the supposed time period.” The skill did all the talking as Zane explained with ease.
“It’s far too mysterious.”
The place was made entirely of stone, a far cry from the more modern practice of perishable material.
“It’s impossible to notice with a simple glance, but if you inspect it closely, the stones were cut and carved so perfectly that they didn’t require any mortar to help piece them together.” Zane brought them inside, hands casually swiping along the wall to show the invisible cut that separated the parts.
“I’m impressed…” Howard mumbled as he inspected it.
Unlike Zane, none of the researchers dared to lay a hand on the ancient architecture without proper gear.
“I can see why Professor Reed chose you as his protégé.”
Not only did they fear the gods’ wrath, but they also feared damaging the structure if they touched it too much.
The village elders were the only ones who accompanied them here.
They stood to the side, grinning happily at Zane without caring about the fact that Zane was touching the sacred walls of the temple.
Zane didn’t care about anything that was happening.
He didn’t even understand half of the things he was talking about.
What the heck is mortar?
[Answering: Limestone, water, and sand.]
[Update: Mission progression is currently at 80%]
What?
[TARGET Michael and the protagonist have finished their argument.]
He cut ties?
[Answering: The protagonist refuses, but TARGET Michael feels strongly about ending their sexual relationship.]
“And these are?” One of the researchers pointed at the very items that piqued Zane’s interest when he had first entered.
“They look almost like crystals…” Professor Reed said thoughtfully.
He had only ever explored the outside, so everything he was witnessing now was new.
Zane tried his best to suppress the blush that crept to his face.
“These are made using what is known as Ice Jadeite.
They are heavier compared to crystals.” Zane was surprised at whatever nonsense he was spouting.
He wondered how the original body saw the world.
It must be great to easily distinguish things at a glance.
[It’s a skill that you can keep moving forward.]
The discussion and exploration continued for the next two hours until their time ran out.
The baptism allowed at most three hours to outsiders, which brought them back to the village to write down what they discovered.
As a thank you to Zane for getting them their chance at this discovery, he was dismissed and allowed to spend the rest of the day to his leisure.
If it weren’t for being cornered by Oliver, Zane would have long spent his time fishing in the river.