The morning after his… awakening, Ron was greeted by the familiar chime of the system.
"Ding! Host has successfully fucked a Futanari's mouth and ass. You get the following rewards:"
* Pleasurable Mouth: You can give a perfect blowjob to any Futanari. Once they fuck your mouth, they will never think about anyone better.
* Pleasurable Ass: Your ass will be more pleasurable than women's and Futanari's.
"System recommends Host to accept invitations to get special rewards tonight."
Ron groaned. "Oh, fuck. Am I totally a woman now? Damn it, I can't do anything about it. I can only pray to God that tonight's reward will help me increase some strength or else I'm finished."
He dressed and woke Layla, instructing her to prepare for the Sixth Princess's banquet. These extravagant affairs were a necessary evil in this court. Building connections was crucial for his survival, especially with his mother's limited influence in the royal palace.
He attended the banquet, feeling a pang of dread as the Seventh Princess, known for her haughty disdain towards him, barely acknowledged his presence. He retreated to a secluded corner, nursing a drink and observing the courtly intrigues unfolding around him.
He instructed Layla to mingle with her friends, a group of maids serving other princesses. These social gatherings were rare opportunities for them to connect, given their demanding schedules.
Layla soon returned, bearing a glass of wine. "Here you go, Your Highness," she said, her voice a soft purr.
Ron accepted the drink, a nagging suspicion prickling at the back of his mind. This was too… easy.
"Ding! Host… Layla is giving you an aphrodisiac. You have the following options:"
* Drink it. You will get a special reward as the System promised earlier.
* Deny. You will turn into a complete woman and be fucked by 100 men in a warehouse.
Ron's eyes widened. "Fuck! I don't have any options to choose from! I can only drink it and pray to God nothing happens."
He downed the wine in a single gulp, the taste strangely sweet and alluring. A dizzying sensation washed over him, his senses heightened, his body tingling with an unfamiliar lust.
Layla led him to a secluded private room, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her three friends, Ria, Chloe, and Maya, were already waiting inside, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Layla gently pushed him onto the plush bed, her touch sending sparks of desire through his veins.
Ria wasted no time. She straddled him, her muscular thighs squeezing his waist. "Let's get this party started," she growled, plunging her own impressive member into his welcoming hole.
The world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensations. Ron, despite his initial apprehension, found himself strangely… enjoying it. The aphrodisiac had unleashed a torrent of lust within him, erasing any remaining inhibitions.
He lost himself in the ecstasy, his body a willing vessel for their desires. Ria, Chloe, and Maya took turns, their bodies a whirlwind of motion, their moans echoing through the room.
He felt himself reaching his limit, his body trembling with pleasure. Then, oblivion.
He awoke with a start, his body aching in a pleasant way. His ass throbbed, a testament to the intensity of the previous night's activities. He felt… strangely good.
He glanced at the system interface.
"Ding! Host, you worked hard. System won't be stingy with rewards."
* Immortal Avatar Sutra
"What? You only gave me one reward?" Ron complained.
"From now on, Host is no longer a newbie. So, Host gets only one reward for one session. If the session is too intense and too long, Host gets a better quality reward. The quality of the reward depends on how long Host withstands the sex session."
Ron sighed. "Fuck, I became a sex tool."
He looked around the room. The three Futanari were still asleep, their bodies sprawled across the bed.
"They're sleeping," he muttered. "Let's cultivate this technique and see how it looks."
He closed his eyes and began to meditate, focusing on the Immortal Avatar Sutra. The cultivation technique, a powerful method for enhancing strength and vitality, seemed to resonate with his body. The lingering aches and pains began to subside, replaced by a feeling of invigorating warmth.
As he delved deeper into the cultivation, a strange urge began to stir within him. His body yearned for more. He craved the sensation of another cock entering his ass.
And then, Layla stirred.
She opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon his raised dragon, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Your Highness… do you need my help?" she purred.
Ron groaned. "Yes… help me, please."
He didn't know why, but he instinctively obeyed her command. He turned around, offering his ass to her.
Layla wasted no time. She positioned herself behind him, her own impressive member hovering over his entrance.
Without any warning, she thrust.
The initial entry was a little rough, but soon, she was moving in and out of him, her movements forceful and rhythmic.
Ron's mind went blank. He was lost in the sensation, the pain quickly fading away, replaced by an intense pleasure.
He didn't understand why this was happening. He was supposed to be the one fucking her, not the other way around. But his body seemed to have a mind of its own.
Ria, awakened by the sounds of their passionate encounter, joined them. She knelt between Layla's legs, her eyes fixed on Ron's mouth.
She gently guided his head towards her, her own member already hardening.
Ron, dazed and confused, complied. Ria thrust into his mouth, her moans echoing through the room.
Chloe and Maya, now fully awake, joined the fray. They positioned themselves on either side of Ron, their hands finding his own, guiding them towards their own burgeoning erections.
Ron, surrounded by their bodies, their moans, their lust, lost all sense of self. He was simply a vessel for their desires, a willing participant in their sensual symphony.
The gangbang continued, a relentless assault on his senses. He cried out, his body arching, his mind lost in a haze of pleasure and pain.
Finally, he reached his limit, collapsing onto the bed, utterly spent.
He lay there, panting, his body limp and exhausted. The events of the night had pushed him to his absolute limits, both physically and mentally.
He had become a plaything, a mere object of desire for these powerful Futanari.
But despite the exhaustion, despite the loss of control, a strange sense of satisfaction lingered within him. He had experienced pleasure on a level he never imagined possible.
And he knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was only the beginning...