'Lust, what do you think about it?'
[Why are you asking that, host?]
'I'm asking myself.'
[I see, go on.]
Drake chuckled upon hearing his system.
"We both understand that lust is a powerful desire that can't be controlled, although some may argue otherwise. However, with a system supporting me on a mission, why wouldn't it be beautiful?"
"Don't you agree, system?"
[..]
Drake couldn't shake that thought as he continued to thrust harder; her cries grew louder.
"I'm about to climax, Xavier, please let me climax," his aunt sobbed, pleading; the intensity was overwhelming for her.
"Shush, not done dear, we would go at it together." He took his two fingers and fucked her mouth as he continued thrusting in and out.
'Activate Fertile Shield.'
[Fertile Shield activated.]
The system replied sweetly.
"Mmmh, ahhh, Xavier." She moaned his name as her legs tightened around his waist, and as he neared climax, his balls squeezed, releasing inside her, so warm and hot Kathy screamed out of pleasure, while Xavier groaned.
As her honey pot eagerly accepted everything, his little monster slid out, and he inserted a finger into her hole. A smile spread across his face.
He had succeeded; Kathy was now under his control. She was no longer herself and gazed at her little boy. 'How did he manage to do it?' She wondered to herself.
Then she drifted off to sleep; Drake looked at her and smiled. 'Not satisfied, I want more.'
[Congratulations, host! You have reached the next level.]
[Congratulations, host! You have completed 2 hidden missions.
1. Find a partner.
2. Have sex with Lady Kathy.]
[Congratulations, host, LP+120.]
The system notified Drake.
A smile spread across his face; he couldn't believe he had been intimate with his so-called aunt.
'This body is too weak, it won't last if I go again.'
[Hmm, then you need to be a stronger host.]
A yawn escaped Drake's mouth. 'Damn, I need to take a nap.'
[..]
Drake moved closer to his aunt, touching her nipples and then squeezing her boobs.
"When I get stronger, I won't let you sleep," he chuckled softly as he kissed her on the forehead.
Then he laid on her chest.
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.
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The following day, a young man's eyes opened slowly as he felt the soft bed, feeling a bit surprised.
'How did I get back to my room?' He asked, surprised.
[..]
The system didn't reply, which made Drake angry as he got out of bed.
Just then, three young ladies entered his room and bowed their heads.
"My Lord, High Lord Aldur requests your presence at Aerie Spa."
Drake looked at them, giving them a questioning look, indicating his confusion.
"Who's that?" Drake asked.
The ladies looked at him, surprised and scared. "My Lord, it's your... Grandfather," one of the ladies said, bowing her head as she stuttered.
"Oh." Drake smiled as he placed his hands on his head. He had forgotten his grandpa in this world was known as Aldur.
"Lead the way, ladies," he said as they all guided him. Following them with each passing minute, he reached the very large door. Just standing close to the door, he could feel the warmth and different aura emanating from that chamber.
"We will take our leave, my Lord," the three ladies said at once.
Naturally, he knew he was surprised as to why his grandpa would call him and what the hell an Aerie spa was. He asked himself.
'Should I push this huge door to open, or would it vanish like the others?'
He asked himself, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Then he approached the huge door and attempted to push it backward, but it remained immovable.
"Very funny, it doesn't want to open," he sighed. "One last push."
He whimsically tried to push the door, but it vanished, and he ended up on the floor; all eyes were now on him. Drake looked around as he met new faces.
"Look at the so-called grandson," someone whispered, and just then everyone's eyes looked at him in disarray. This didn't bother him.
"High Lord Aldur, you seek me," he bowed, saying, everyone looked at him and nodded their heads.
"Atlas, he doesn't lack manners," an old elf who almost looked like a human said.
"But he is still the weak, idiot boy we both know," another replied.
Drake could hear them perfectly well; they seemed to want him to listen.
Drake looked up, his gaze drawn to the chamber with a mixture of curiosity and awe. He didn't care about the people in the chamber; his grandpa saw it, a smile appeared on his face.
He felt some changes in this little boy.
Above it, an upside-down tree seemed to defy gravity, its roots clutching the earth in the sky. It was a sight unlike anything he had ever seen, a surreal twist of nature that both puzzled and intrigued him.
The chamber itself had an otherworldly glow, its walls shimmering with a brilliance that defied earthly comprehension. He couldn't help but be captivated by its surreal beauty, each facet of the chamber appearing as if crafted from the purest light.
Unlike anything he had ever encountered on Earth, the chamber exuded an ethereal energy that beckoned him closer. The ground beneath it sparkled like a field of diamonds, yet appeared as soft and yielding as the sands of a distant, untouched shore.
Its very essence seemed to whisper secrets of a world beyond imagination—a realm where reality and fantasy intertwined in perfect harmony.
"This is incredible," Drake murmured, his voice tinged with excitement as he couldn't tear his gaze from the chamber.
As he stepped closer, Drake noticed a small river winding its way through the chamber, its waters shimmering with a radiant glow. The river added to the enchanting atmosphere, its gentle flow echoing softly against the chamber's walls and carried by the song of hidden creatures. It was a sacred sanctuary where the spirits of nature converged to bestow their blessings upon those who dared to seek them.
'Where in the world has this system thrown me?' He stood there, still fascinated; the elders and the council all had mocking smiles.
"Drake, I summoned you here to establish connections with your elders; you might inherit this from me, son," Xavier Grandpa said, his voice devoid of any emotions, yet carrying confidence.
He was well aware that this boy was not the same person he used to know; things change, and he was fully aware of it.
Drake felt a lump in his throat as the elders and the council were all eager to object.
However, the guards stationed there prevented them from doing so.
"This will cause a commotion; the Elvenkind won't accept this, my High Lord," a tall man adorned with metallic cloth and sharp red eyes spoke. It was clear that he didn't like the idea.
"Come here, Xavier," his grandpa ordered as he hurried towards the old man who for some reason looked very young.
"What do you see?" He asked Drake.
Drake looked at his grandpa, puzzled, as he gazed at the elders who were emanating a hostile intent. He swallowed hard, with sweat forming on his forehead.
[Ignore this insignificant creature; you will surpass them once you level up. But for now, you're insignificant to them.]
The system said with a derisive tone.
"Is this really how you motivate me?"
[I suppose so.]
Drake became angry as he looked at the elves who were looking down on him and then back at his grandpa.
"All I see are foolishly arrogant individuals who believe I am too weak to take over from you. Furthermore, they don't have the courage to look me in the eyes," Drake said, shocking everyone in the room. His grandpa smiled, and everyone looked at him with confusion. Is there something this old man isn't telling them?
Even Drake himself was surprised by his grandpa's reaction. He knew this old man was aware of something. What could it be? He wondered, a little curious, because there was more to this man than meets the eye.