"Who the fu*k are you?" hissed the Vyaktee with a coarse voice.
"Your doom, but please, cum, don't mind me … when you guys are done, let me whiff his a*s with my nose and co*k!" I replied with an arch smile.
The Wìndà laughed. "Our Do—I see, so we're turning you on real big, Épùdjà?" she said, seeing my di*k's activity.
"Not any one of you bùtùcù, but the dude, hell yeah! Who wouldn't be? My di*k's telling my intentions at this moment, so hurry up, 'cause he and I got to sleep right after I fu*k the shit out of his pus*y's ass!"
"You creepy slut! Let me finish his a*shole before we fu*k you up! Wait a minute!" said the Caucasian chick with a pointing finger before she resumed the deed along with her friends.
Since in numbers, they pack a punch, let's check out the other ngùdis in my repertoire, like Bòlòngi Dibùmbè, for example. Maybe I could defeat them with it…
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Bòlòngi Dibùmbè = Ngùdi using the power of matter to crush your enemy. Attack Damage: Remaining Wùsù and Éwolè + 100%
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I smiled.
Pretty rad!
This ngùdi would inflict twice my total wùsù level plus éwolè?
Would it one-shot anybody?
That'd be fu*king awesome.
But it would also mean that the more I use it, the weaker it'd get unless my stats were fully recovered.
Wait, if I take my previous harvests as a reference, I gotta take the different buffs and levels someone has into account, which makes sense.
So, until I'm in a real fight using various ngùdis, I won't be able to tell how much damage I made and extrapolate from that, so I gotta grind these skills to be stronger.
Now, let's see what it can do live!
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~ General Information (i)~
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~ Status (i)~
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~ Inherited Ngùdis (i)~
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7°|Bòlòngi Dibùmbè (i) (Level 0/Next Level: 0%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Inactive ** —> ** Active **
Cost (i): 50% Of Total Wùsù + 25% of Total Éwolè|
Cast Time (i): 20 seconds| Activated: 0 —> 1 Time
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~ Ngùdis (i)~
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You shall be able to use the ngùdi Bòlòngi Dibùmbè within 20 seconds …19 seconds…
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A yellow screen appeared, showing this prompt.
Perfect!
At least it'll be ready when I want it…
As power collected through my palms, I hid the ngùdi with my hands behind my back.
Less than twenty seconds later…
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You can use the ngùdi Bòlòngi Dibùmbè!
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The skill awaited me.
A pool of buffeted air vibrated through my hands, stroking this way and that around the corners of my fingers.
My cheeks dimpling, I bided my time, my di*ks ever more erect, waiting to ream their victim as well.
Within a few minutes, the vyaktee roared with pleasure.
She filled my beau's belly with her spit, followed by the Caucasian chick's scream, who finished soon after.
With a loud squeal, the wìndà came as well, with globs of sperm dripping from her di*k, as she was underneath her victim.
Jerking away from him, the round-heeled wìndà pushed Dibìé aside. "We all done here. You're dead meat, Éyo-ngéà!" she said.
I smiled as I whirled on the vyaktee.
Let's see what it can do… "Farewell!" I said as I showed her my right palm.
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Remaining Wùsù: 100% —> 50.025%
Wùsù Consumption: 49.975% (50% - 0.025% of natural wùsù recovery) of total Wùsù
Remaining Éwolè: 100% —> 75.05%
Éwolè Consumption: 24.95% (25% - 0.05% of natural Éwolè recovery) of total Éwolè
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"Arrrrgh!"
Her screams echoed through the wan night, her bloody body thudding lifeless on the ground to the horror of the remaining witnesses. Amazing. I downed a Mistress individual in one fu*king shot!
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~ General Information (i)~
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7°|Bòlòngi Dibùmbè (i) (Level 0/Next Level: 0%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Active ** —> ** Inactive **
Cost (i): 50% Of Total Wùsù + 25% of Total Éwolè|
Cast Time (i): 20 seconds| Activated: 1 Time
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Remaining Wùsù: 50.15%
Wùsù Recovery: 0.025% of total Wùsù per second
Current Total Wùsù: 50.175%
Remaining Éwolè: 75.3%
Éwolè Recovery: 0.05% of total Éwolè per second
Current Total Éwolè: 75.35%
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"Hey, hot shot! Dare not to flee, or I'll hurt you instead of pleasuring you!" I said to my future man, my eyes glowering.
His fate was sealed.
He was to be my minion and my di*k comforter.
He froze in fear, left in a flutter.
"Hey girls, you remember what happened to rapists in halcyon days? I seem to recall that … mmm … oh yes! Silly me! The women were castrated by virgin girls who would ingest the co*ks to increase their sexual muliebrity and their ability to procreate!"
"T-this law was re-revoked long a-go-go!" the wìndà stammered.
My tongue traced my lips.
I'll enjoy this… "Hey, girls, guess what? I'm a virgin!" I said, wide-eyed with a mischievous grin.
Well, technically at least, since I had a lukewarm experience in that bubble world in the beginning … but they don't know that, right?
Shrieking, they fled, but I outpaced them as my bare feet crippled one of their velvety legs, the crunching of bones muted by their horrified cries splitting New Year's night.
Grinning upwards, I eyeballed my victims as I lumbered to their shiny di*ks.
Time to eat…