Two days had passed since Daan returned from Uchaina. Smoking had assigned him the tedious task of watching over a few of his men scattered across Seanal, but Daan didn't mind much. Right now, he was occupied by a different type of "work."
Ana Lemore's lips were wrapped around his cock, her head bobbing lazily as she blew bubbles along his cock, making it sloppy and messy in all the right ways.
He sighed contentedly, leaning back in his chair, one hand tangled in her soft hair while the other scrolled through the blueish interface, checking his system notifications.
Somewhere between the lines of information flashing before his eyes, his thoughts drifted back to Uchaina—specifically, Madako.
He smirked, thinking about her plump ass, the way she gasped, moaned, and squirmed as he pumped his cum into her, not once but four more times before he finally let her crawl back into the TV screen, blowing him a kiss before she got stuck on the TV.
As Ana took him deeper into her throat, Daan ran his thumb over his notifications, watching the rewards from his recent mission cascade across the interface.
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[Mission: "Dream Eater"]
[Description: Reports have emerged from Uchaina about a mysterious tape circulating among the population. If men watch the tape, they die within seven days. If a woman watches it, she slowly loses her mind, committing suicide by the end of the week. There is only enough room for one fake demon on this island. Stop it before it spreads further within 1 week.]
[Reward: 1 Random Stat Boost, Awaken Taren.] [Penalty for Failure: Severe Psyche Damage.]
[Status: Completed]
[Rank: (S+) Not only did you stop Madako, but you also added a tier (S+++) Heroine to the harem]
[Rewards: (+1) in Stamina, Taren awakening!]
[Taren: [Plunder]: Daan can temporarily steal and contain physical properties, objects, and substances at touch; in contact with an object, it will take away a certain property from the object for a short time. If it doesn't, it will store the property within Daan to use, allowing Daan to transfer that property to another object later.]
[Taren potential: (Tier 3, Grade (D+) Potential)]
[Current Rank: (Tier 1, Grade (S+))
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Tarens... The origin of all the new problems of humanity, the reason Heroes were heroes and villains were villains... How exciting...
The new ability glowed seductively on the interface.
Daan chuckled, the thrill of power growing in his chest, wondering how far he could push his Taren.
His powertrip, however, was interrupted as Ana bit down lightly on the tip of his cock, pulling him back into the moment.
"That's for not paying attention," Ana murmured around him, her mouth warm and slippery as she glared up at him, her eyes brown eyes looking at him with mischief.
"Yeah? How about I pay you back for that," he murmured, pressing her head down, forcing her to take him as deep as he could.
He loved the way she struggled, the choke and pressure as her throat tightened around him, and he held her there, savoring her squirms, his grip firm as he saw Ana's eyes begin to get teary.
Slamming her face balls deep, her chin hovering just above his crotch, Daan held Ana's hair tight as he began filling her throat with a hot load of cum that she had no choice but to swallow.
When he let go, she pulled back, breathless but smiling, satisfied, a depraved light in her eye as she swallowed down his cum.
"Thanks for covering this month's rent," she said, standing up and straightening her clothes with a playful grin.
She smoothed her hair, giving Daan a wink before leaving his apartment.
Daan watched her leave, his cock still throbbing as he strolled to his bathroom.
There, he squatted down, unhinged the air vent, and pulled out a small, dark purple capsule. With a single press, a uniform shot out, expanding in his hand.
A light purple cloak unfurled, paired with sturdy metallic boots and a transparent mask adorned with two small horns.
He pressed the capsule, absorbed the suit, and stored it for later. Sliding into his usual white hoodie and baggy black pants, he stuffed the capsule into his pocket and left the apartment.
The tranquil, small city expanded before him with neon lights and grimy alleyways. After a short, uneventful ride, Daan caught a train and arrived at the abandoned part of Seanal—a desolate stretch of ruin where old buildings leaned in defiance against decay, relics of old battles and invasions.
Daan walked along the cracked pavement, his footsteps echoing faintly against the hollowed buildings. The air felt heavy, tainted by rust and stale smoke.
He liked the stillness, though. The silence here was deep and unbroken, unlike the chaotic city he was used to.
An abandoned warehouse came into view, and he pushed open its metallic rusted doors, metal groaning as the scent of dust and moss greeted him.
Inside, the vast, open space lay dimly lit, long beams of daylight streaking down through broken windows.
Daan walked to the center, stood beneath one of those shafts of light, and felt the weight of the desolation around him.
"System," he muttered, "expand on my Taren ability. I need the details."
A blue notification flashed before his eyes.
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[Taren: Plunder]
[Current Rank: Tier 1 (S-)]
[Daan may temporarily extract and implant the characteristics of objects into himself or others. Properties can range from concrete (such as hardness, weight, or density) to abstract (memory, taste, temperature, sensation).]
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Daan's hand slid over an old steel beam, his fingers scraping against its gritty, rust-eaten surface.
Daan closed his eyes, focusing on the decay, letting it flow into him like some nasty infection.
He could practically feel the rust spreading under his skin, like a little parasite crawling through his veins or an army of ants moving through his bones.
'Plunder,' he thought, savoring the word like it was some secret overpowered spell. Instantly, the rust seemed to latch onto him, clawing its way up his arm.
The brown layer moved slowly from the steel beam onto his arm, and Daan felt he could go faster, but he wanted to observe how his Taren worked.
After Daan had finished absorbing the rust, it felt like it was stored all through his boy, like little ants moving through his veins and bones.
Daan's eyes flicked around, spotting a chipped, discarded glass bottle lying nearby like the trash it was.
He picked it up, and the bottle was cool and smooth. He focused yet again, letting the filthy essence of the rust creep from his fingers into the glass.
'Plunder,' Daan thought, and the process began.
It spread slowly, tainting the bottle and infecting it like some virus. The bottle darkened, little cracks snaking across the glass as if it were crumbling from the inside out.
It felt like the thing was withering in his grip, becoming fragile and sickly as more rust left his body.
Daan let the brittle bottle fall from his fingers, watching as it plummeted to the concrete with a satisfying crack.
But it didn't just break—it exploded into a cloud of grimy dust, bits and pieces splintering, disintegrating, and vanishing into the stale air as if it had never even been solid.
Daan smirked, watching and imagining all the pain and applications his Taren could make. 'This Taren's gonna be fun,' he thought, the possibilities playing out in his mind with a twisted satisfaction.
Daan leaned back, messing around with his Taren like a kid with a new toy, exhilarated that he was about to become like the heroes and villains he had seen on TV.
No, he was going to be more. He was going to devour as many heroines as he could. Oh, it was going to be great.
He was messing with his Taren, Plundering the sound of bottles and throwing them against walls, Taking the friction of the ground and playing bowling with aluminum can be found outside of the warehouse, touring a hole in the lower part of the concrete wall due to the speed of the can...
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[New Mission Unlocked: "Demon Born To Terrorize Evil"]
[Description: There can only be one great demon, and there can only be one great evil. Create an alter ego and commit an act of evil. Announce the world of the might of Lust.]
[Reward: Upgrade Taren.]
[Penalty for Failure: Revokal of system.]
[Time Limit: 1 Month]
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Daan's eyes gleamed as he read the notification, his lips curling into a wicked smile. "Oh, hell yeah," he screamed, running his fingers through his hair.
He'd been itching to make some noise, to feel that power—not to mention, the chance to meet some of those cute heroines he had been targeting ever since he was little.
An alter ego? An act of evil? He cringed a bit, but he was a demon after all; he thrived in edginess. Daan quickly called Ana with his usual wicked grin on his face.
After a few seconds, Ana answered the call, "Daan?" Her voice was smooth, full of curiosity.
"Hey, Ana. I have a little something I need help with. Meet me in my place in twenty," Daan said, his voice deep as usual. As curious as she was bold, Ana didn't question anything.
Once the call ended, he thought, 'What's the biggest cliche a Villain can have? Rob a bank? Kill some rich dudes? Rape? Start a mafia?...' His eyes flicked around, taking in his surroundings with a grin as the pieces fell into place. "Got it!" he shouted, practically jumping as he ran off the building, slapping one of the walls and plundering the oxygen out of the concrete.
The building he was standing in was about to be reduced to rubble. He'd always hated the do-gooders that left this place a mess, strutting around like heroes while wasting everyone's time.
Taking them down? That'd be one hell of a start for his alter ego. He pictured it: Villains were robbing a Bank, and where the Heroes were cornered up, he would step in to save them.
Just as the heroes were getting comfortable, he would manipulate them into fighting each other while he stole the money. He would then bury them with the bank, collapsing it onto them.