Chapter 11: It Was a Trick
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[Mission 8 Completed]
[Reward: 700 LIB coins]
"Very impressive." Finn slid under the trunk of a tree, twisting his sword around his arm. Dozens of massive reptilian creatures lay dead before him.
Simon and Marceline approached, sitting nearby to catch their breath. "I don't get it. If you want to kill them, just let us help. Why do you have to take down every single one yourself?" Marceline asked, panting heavily.
Finn stayed silent, catching his breath for a moment, then addressed Sika. "Alright, next mission."
[Completed: You've already finished three medium missions, two normal ones, and three easy ones. That's all there is for now.]
"What?! I thought missions were endless!" Finn exclaimed in frustration.
[They're not.]
"Damn it. Fine, how much do I have now?" he asked eagerly.
[3750 ∆]
"Great, the rewards were really generous," he said, clearly impressed. Then he turned to Simon and Marceline, who were bracing themselves for more grueling tasks.
"You can both leave now," he ordered, standing up.
"Seriously?" Marceline exclaimed with joy. Finn walked away as Simon shifted back to his normal form.
"Finally, some rest," Simon muttered to himself.
"Why do you think he does such weird things?" Marceline asked, curiosity etched on her face.
"Who cares? Honestly, that kid has some serious issues in his head," Simon growled in a low voice, careful not to let Finn overhear.
"Hey, don't say that. He's not that bad," Marceline said, patting his shoulder.
They headed back to Marceline's house. As soon as they entered, Simon collapsed on the couch and fell asleep, exhausted. Marceline covered him with a blanket before heading into the kitchen to prepare something to eat.
The moment she stepped inside, she was startled to see Finn standing there, casually eating something.
"How the hell did you get in here?!" she exclaimed in shock.
Ignoring her question, Finn continued, "Buy more of these biscuits in the future; they're delicious," he said, wiping crumbs from his mouth.
"Uh, those are a special recipe for vampires. They're made with bird blood. Didn't the red color give it away?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh…" Finn glanced at the biscuit in his hand. "Huh, still tasty." He finished it. "So, how's PB doing?" he asked, placing the empty dish back.
"Nothing new. She mostly tries to sleep with me, but I avoid her, so she doesn't come around anymore. She hasn't even met Simon yet," Marceline replied, a hint of sadness in her voice.
"You remember the rule, right?" Finn shot her a sharp look.
"Keep dating her, but no sex. Don't worry, I know it better than my own name," she replied, pausing for a moment. "Hey, Finn…" she said shyly.
"What?" he asked, stopping just as he was about to leave.
"Since I've been so obedient, don't you think I deserve… a reward, maybe?" she teased, brushing her arm as a blush spread across her cheeks. "I mean… you've forbidden me from having sex with her, but I still have my needs, you know," she murmured, looking down.
Finn stayed silent for a moment, then stepped closer. "You're right. You do deserve something," he said, pulling her toward him. His hand slid down to grab her ass firmly, pulling her body against his.
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Before Marceline could utter another word, Finn grabbed her by the waist with a firm grip, pulling her body flush against his. His lips descended on hers with raw force, a kiss that was more an act of domination than tenderness. His tongue pried her lips apart, invading her mouth with a fervor that left her breathless. Marceline gasped softly, her body melting against his as his hand slid boldly down to cup her full, round ass.
His fingers dug into her soft flesh, kneading it possessively as his other hand pressed against the small of her back, holding her tightly against him. Marceline let out a soft whimper into the kiss, her knees buckling slightly from the intensity. Finn deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a wet, heated battle that sent waves of heat coursing through her.
The kiss broke abruptly, and Finn pulled back just enough to look down at her, his lips slick with their mingled saliva. His blue eyes burned with an unrelenting hunger. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice low, commanding, and dripping with authority.
Marceline's crimson eyes widened, her cheeks flushed a deep red as the weight of his words sank in. Her breath hitched, and she sank to her knees without hesitation, moving slowly, her every movement deliberate and filled with anticipation. Her sharp fangs peeked out as she bit her bottom lip, her hands resting tentatively on her thighs as she knelt before him, her gaze locked on the growing bulge in his pants.
Finn unzipped his pants, freeing his cock, thick and throbbing with arousal. Marceline's eyes widened at the sight of him, her lips parting as a thin string of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue flicking out as she gazed up at him with a mix of awe and hunger.
"Open wide," Finn growled, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. He grabbed a fistful of her dark, silky hair, guiding her head forward. Marceline obeyed instantly, her lips parting as she leaned in, letting her tongue swirl teasingly around the swollen head of his cock.
Her warm, wet mouth enveloped him slowly, savoring the salty taste as her tongue glided along his length. Finn groaned deeply, his grip on her hair tightening as he pushed himself further into her mouth. Marceline gagged slightly at the stretch, but she quickly adjusted, her throat accommodating him as best she could.
Finn didn't wait for her to catch her breath. His hips began to move, thrusting into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes that grew faster and more intense with each passing moment. Marceline's lips struggled to maintain a tight seal around him, her tongue fumbling clumsily along his shaft as she tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of him filling her mouth.
Drool pooled at the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin as the lewd, wet sounds of her efforts filled the room. Finn's groans deepened, his breaths growing ragged as Marceline's soft moans sent vibrations up his cock, pushing him closer to the edge.
"Good girl," Finn muttered through gritted teeth, his voice thick with pleasure. Marceline's cheeks burned at the praise, her eyes watering as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis as he thrust into her throat.
Finn's movements grew erratic as his release approached. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching as hot, thick cum exploded into her throat. Marceline's eyes widened as his load filled her mouth, the sheer volume overwhelming her senses.
Sperm spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and staining her flushed cheeks. Some of it even escaped through her nose as Finn groaned deeply, savoring the sight of her messy, submissive expression.
Marceline swallowed as much as she could, the salty, musky taste coating her tongue and making her throat burn slightly. As Finn finally pulled back, she gasped for air, her chest heaving as she coughed softly, trying to clear the lingering sensation from her throat.
Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with saliva and streaks of his cum that still clung to the corners of her mouth. Small trails of his release dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears that had pooled in her eyes during the intense act.
Marceline wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her breaths uneven as she struggled to regain her composure. Despite the slight ache in her jaw and the embarrassing sound of her coughing, her crimson eyes sparkled with a mix of dazed arousal and curiosity.
"That's it?" she teased, her voice husky and filled with a needy edge as she licked the remnants from her lips. "You've been holding out on me, Finn."
Finn smirked down at her, his blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Adjusting his pants, he leaned down slightly, his voice a dark promise. "Tonight, come to my place. There's more where that came from."
Marceline bit her lip, her crimson eyes sparkling with excitement. She couldn't wait for what awaited her next.
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Walking through the fields, Finn was lost in thought. He realized that hoarding coins without a clear goal was pointless. He needed to figure out what he truly wanted.
The Unconventional and Powerful Choices are for Crucial Moments
Finn knew he needed to save his resources for emergencies. The current focus was on accumulating a suitable amount for both enhancements and contingencies.
"Devil Fruits are useless to me since I can't eat another one," he muttered. "Wait…" A thought struck him.
"Sika, can I give the fruits to other people?" he asked with interest.
[Once you purchase them, they're yours. You can even throw them away if you want.]
"Perfect," he said, a grin spreading across his face. If he could empower his future harem and pawns with these fruits, it would greatly benefit his plans.
"Wait, of course, why didn't I think of this sooner?" He opened the store menu and spotted a **Stell Body** ability, which promised to increase his physical durability and strength significantly. Better yet, it was upgradeable.
The first stage, named *Stell*, granted a lifting capacity of 1,500 kilograms per arm. "Hold on. How strong are my arms currently?"
[It appears Finn has reached 791 kilograms per arm. Impressive indeed.]
Finn was surprised at his own strength but was still drawn to the promise of even greater power. "Sika, buy the first stage of Stell Body."
[Purchase Complete.]
[-500∆]
[Obtained: Level 1 (Stell)]
[Current Arm Strength: 1,500 kilograms per arm.]
[Durability: Semi-stone-like.]
[Healing Efficiency: 5% increase.]
Finn's entire body froze as a sudden wave of searing pain erupted from deep within him, spreading like wildfire through his veins. Every muscle in his frame clenched violently, his joints locking as if his very bones were being twisted and shattered. It felt as though an earthquake was tearing him apart from the inside, each tremor leaving trails of fire in its wake.
With a strangled gasp, Finn collapsed to one knee, his breath hitching as his vision blurred from the sheer intensity of the agony. His teeth ground together audibly, his jaw clenched so tightly it felt like it might snap. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as his hands clawed at the ground, trying to anchor himself against the overwhelming force ravaging his body.
The torment seemed unending, his mind teetering on the brink of collapse, until, just as suddenly as it began, the pain vanished, leaving his body trembling and his breaths shallow.
The system interface flickered in his vision, displaying the new enhancements with clinical precision. Finn's gaze lingered on the glowing text, his breaths still uneven as he processed the ordeal. The stats were there, clear proof of his growth—but they felt almost mocking in the face of the torment he had just endured.
He flexed his fingers slowly, feeling the residual heat coursing through his body. The newfound strength in his arms was undeniable, and though the pain had subsided, a faint tremor lingered in his limbs, a reminder of the cost.
Then, wiping the sweat from his brow, he pushed himself to his feet, his legs still unsteady but his determination unshaken.
"Hah… durability and faster healing, too. This has other benefits," he said, standing and brushing off the lingering pain.
[No, those are just side benefits. Similar minor perks exist in other levels, but they're not the focus. If you want those benefits, there are separate options to buy.]
"What's the next level?" he asked.
[Silver Body, with 2,000 kilograms per arm. Cost: 1000∆.]
"Hey! Why does the price double?!" he complained.
[It won't always double, but the cost will increase significantly. The first stage is the cheapest.]
Finn pondered Sika's words, standing still as he gazed at the nearby treehouse, his blonde hair rustling in the wind. His body trembled slightly as realization hit him.
They had baited him with extraordinary power at a low cost, subtly forcing him to take it. Reflecting further, he realized they had given him a Devil Fruit for free—essentially trapping him in its abilities with no way to change it.
"The bastards made me do what they wanted," he muttered bitterly, clenching his fists tightly.
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Despite his efforts to resist, it became clear he'd been manipulated from the start. And these were only the things he was aware of. Who knew what else was yet to come? He had been deceived; the store was just a means to control him.
"All the other fruits are now useless. I'm stuck with the ability of some damn Navy leader," he yelled in frustration, realizing the gravity of his situation.
Raising his fist, he slammed it into the ground with all 1,500 kilograms of force, creating a half-meter-deep crater. Dust and rock fragments scattered as cracks radiated outward like a spiderweb.
"No one… no one will control me! Not again!!" he shouted, his face dripping with sweat and twisted in rage, his teeth clenched tightly.
[Again?]
"Don't speak unless I permit it!" he roared.
[...]
He sat in the crater for over an hour, the quiet atmosphere heavy with reflection. Eventually, he sighed and climbed out, heading back to the treehouse. He had been outplayed, and there was no way to undo it. All he could do now was minimize his reliance on the store.
When he entered, Jake greeted him, but Finn ignored him and climbed to his room. Hours passed in solitude as he lay there, eyes closed, despite being awake.
[Sorry to interrupt, but… there's a problem.]
"Speak," he said indifferently.
[A magical aura is approaching. It resembles that of the serpent you fought but is stronger.]
"What's its level?" His eyes snapped open.
[Level six in the Entry Phase.]
Rising from the bed, Finn recalled that he had previously defeated a level-three serpent, a level-two wolf, and a level-three giant. This creature, however, posed a new challenge.
Descending the stairs, he spotted Jake playing video games on BMO with headphones on, oblivious to Finn's movements.
Finn exited the house and asked Sika for the creature's location. Despite the potential danger, he wasn't afraid. For him, this was finally a chance to vent his anger.
In the distance, a swirling cloud of dust raced toward him, growing larger with each passing second. The ground beneath Finn's feet trembled as the source of the commotion revealed itself—a colossal bull, its brown fur gleaming under the sun like polished bronze. Its massive white horns, sharp and menacing, caught the light, reflecting a lethal brilliance that promised destruction.
The beast's piercing eyes locked onto Finn, filled with primal fury and unyielding strength. Its nostrils flared, releasing bursts of hot breath that hung like steam in the air. Each thundering step it took reverberated like a drumbeat of impending chaos.
Finn stood firm, his body tense and coiled like a spring, every muscle ready to unleash. As the bull charged with unstoppable momentum, Finn launched himself into the air, soaring nearly four meters high. His molten arm glowed brighter as he brought his fist crashing down with devastating force onto the bull's face.
The impact echoed like a thunderclap, sending ripples of shock through the beast's massive frame. The bull stumbled, its knees nearly buckling under the blow. A bellow of rage erupted from its throat, a sound that seemed to shake the very air.
The creature's retaliation was swift. Lowering its head, it surged forward with relentless ferocity, its sharp horns aimed to impale. Finn had no time to dodge as the bull's skull slammed into him like a battering ram, sending him hurtling backward. He crashed into the dirt, the force of the blow sending shockwaves rippling through the ground.
Coughing and dazed, Finn pushed himself upright, his jaw clenched in fury. The molten glow in his arm intensified, the heat radiating from it warping the air around him. His entire body trembled, not with fear, but with unrelenting determination.
His fiery blue eyes locked onto the bull as a guttural roar tore from his throat, raw and defiant. Flames licked along his molten arm, twisting into jagged trails of magma as his battle cry echoed across the field. Without hesitation, he charged forward, his fist blazing, ready to meet the beast head-on.