Whoever created pleasure systems, Damon was absolutely certain working theory they were all the same group of degenerates.
’Fallen Lustful creatures. Or maybe a whole council of sex gods & goddesses sitting around a table one day deciding to spread the culture across worlds.’
Because no matter how different the systems looked on the surface, the core concept was always the same. More or less. The similarities were way too glaring to be a coincidence. They all came from the same depraved, perverted goddess of sex or something close enough.
He liked to imagine the meeting as a long table with bad lighting with some ancient succubuss with too many hands saying:
{hear me out — what if we gave every horny teenager a stat sheet and told him to go ruin marriages?} And the whole table nodding.
The only difference was that his was real.
’Hopefully I am the only lucky bastard on this earth.’
And just like he’d expected, the Beginner Package carried the classic rewards of all seduction systems... only better.
In fact, he was already shaking with barely contained excitement, fighting the urge to throw his head back and cackle like some evil sex demigod who’d just fully awakened.
On paper the rewards looked like he’d expected; not completely broken and not "instantly become a sex god" broken.
’Until you actually seat with them for a second and realized just how disgusting the advantages really were.’
Damon was satisfied.
These gifts were only the welcome package and not the strongest things he’d ever get.
’But the most important ones right at the start of my beautiful journey to make sure one satisfied MILF told her MILF friends. Word of a mouth, sorta.’
Enough rambling, the Beginner Package:
The system chimed.
[Ding!]
A floating screen appeared in front of him, showing an image of a body so perfect it looked almost godly. Lean. Powerful. Carved so much that no gym on this planet would ever produce given how perfect it looked that only immortals and gods would’ve committed crimes for.
Every line of it built for exactly one purpose, and subtlety wasn’t it.
Too bad he was only—
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[You’ve received... Embodiment Physique Vein!]
[Description: Host possesses a body made for sex and pleasure, but currently uncultivated and full of impurities. With the Embodiment Physique Vein, all abnormalities and impurities in the host’s body will be cleansed. The more Host engages in sexual acts and fully embraces the path of lust, the more the physique will grow.
Note: Host can only cultivate your body through sex. Growth is limited only by how far Host is willing to go.]
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—He was about to call himself only a human.
Damon’s eyes went wide.
’That’s what I am talking about!’
That alone was enough to make him feel ridiculously OP:
If this was some cultivation world, he’d probably become an immortal in body cultivation in a few months just by absorbing "female essence" the word was weird, just call it— okay essence is fine.
On the other hand; the mental image of him sitting cross-legged in white robes while a line of thick MILFs took turns riding him for cultivation purposes, each one climbing off shaking and sweating so the next could climb on, made him snort out a laugh.
Dual cultivation. Except there was nothing dual about it.
Just him, a city filled with so many unsatisfied mature women needing a good fun, and a body that got stronger every time one of them came on it.
What the system was really telling him was simple:
[Gym? What’s that shit, Host? Just be lazy, just fuck infinitely, and watch the gym bros cry themselves to sleep while their girlfriends start looking at you differently at day and at nigh they ride you while you make break the sound barrier.]
The next line hit at that time:
[With Embodiment Physique, Host’s stamina during sex has grown exponentially and will only become more infinite as the physique evolves!]
Talk about starting OP.
"Don’t worry, ladies," Damon muttered under his breath, already grinning like a bastard, well, he kinda was... for the men he’ll cuckold: "Your days of being left unsatisfied and thirsty are over. Daddy’s home."
He thought about what that actually meant for a second and had to sit back down on the edge of the tub in his own head.
’Exponential stamina... no limit was meaning a woman could tap out with her thighs shaking, voice gone, honestly finished — and he’d still be hard and ready to keep going.
Meaning he could fuck one until she passed out and then still have enough left over for whoever was in the next room.
’Well, the Greeks invented orgies for this reason.’
Meaning the phrase "he’s too much for me" was about to become a real and frequent complaint.
"Filed with great affection, obviously."
Hopefully he wasn’t counting his chickens too early. He still had to actually make a move today or tomorrow. But with the body issue and stamina solved... what was left standing in his way?
Nothing.
He wasn’t lacking in the dick department either. He was already well-endowed — well enough that even his family had noticed and made the occasional awkward joke about it. Too bad the weapon had only ever known his own hand.
No wet, warm pussy had ever baptized it yet.
Now pair that with the new stamina, the evolving body, and an always-ready cock... and he was basically walking satisfaction any mature woman could hope for.
Wel, the system had something to say about his dick—
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