Ron woke up in his own bed, the memory of the previous night's events still swirling in his mind. He checked the system interface.
"Ding! Host was gangbanged by 4 Futanari. You completed a Hidden Quest."
"Reward: Physic Limit Pill 1 (Host is mortal. So, System advises Host to take this pill only after reaching the first stage of Immortal Avatar Sutra.)"
"Okay, System. I understand," Ron mumbled, still feeling a bit sore.
"System, why am I aroused while cultivating? I can't control myself."
"Host, your body didn't have the constitution for cultivation. So, you can't absorb Yin and Yang from the atmosphere around you. You can only get Yin and Yang through intercourse…"
The system paused, as if choosing its words carefully.
"…System recommends Host to have intercourse daily, 12 hours per day, or all day long."
Ron sputtered. "What the fuck? I'm crippled! Omg, Futanari dick is the only way to get Yang, and women are very scarce in this world. How should I get Yin?"
"System: How should I get Yin?"
The system, seemingly amused, finally answered.
"System: Host, you don't have to worry. Futanari have Yin-Yang bodies. If they fuck you, they release Yang inside you. If you fuck them, they release Yin. You can get both Yin and Yang from Futanari."
Ron sighed. "It's alright, first I go and see my mother."
He cultivated for a while, trying to ignore the persistent arousal. He then informed Layla of his plans to visit his mother, the neglected concubine, Erolette. Layla quickly prepared the carriage, ensuring a smooth journey.
He reclined on the plush cushions of the carriage, Layla sitting beside him, the carriage driver a burly Futanari he had hired long ago.
"Hey, Layla," Ron began, "why did you drug me? Can I know?"
Layla's face paled. She looked petrified, her eyes wide with fear.
"Your Highness… it's not me… it's the Sixth Princess. She… she hypnotized me into doing that. Only after waking up did I realize my mistake. Today, please punish me as you see fit."
Ron felt a pang of sympathy. "It's okay, Layla. It's not your fault. You were being controlled."
"Your Highness, I can't stop myself from feeling guilty. Please punish me," Layla pleaded, her voice trembling.
Ron chuckled inwardly. The dominant Futanari who had ravished him yesterday was now crying like a frightened puppy.
"Layla," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye, "get on your knees and show your sincerity to my dick. I will see how you repay for your crimes."
Layla immediately knelt, her head bowed. She took his massive cock into her mouth, her movements surprisingly skillful. Ron couldn't help but moan, the familiar sensations flooding through him.
After a few moments, Layla bent over, offering her own ass to him. Ron wasted no time, plunging his rod into her welcoming depths.
The carriage ride became a whirlwind of passion. They lost themselves in the ecstasy, their moans echoing through the enclosed space.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally pulled themselves apart, panting and breathless. Ron felt a surge of energy, a direct result of the intense exchange.
He noticed that they were nearing his mother's residence. He quickly tidied up his clothes and helped Layla compose herself.
"System," Ron asked, "why in every session is Layla fucking my hole? Every time, it's her initiative. Why?"
"System: Host, as the System gave you a good bouncy butt and pleasurable ass, Futanari instinctively want them. They can't stop themselves once they see your ass."
Ron groaned. "Oh, my fuck… I will become a fucked-up whore then."
He tried to push the disturbing thought aside.
"System, what about my rewards?"
"System: Host, look at your reward. I have already given it to you."
* Inventory Space: To keep items. For now, it's only 1-meter length and can only accommodate non-living things.
"Wow, it's a great reward," Ron muttered, already imagining the possibilities.
Ron's mother, Erolette, was also a Futanari, a testament to the dominance of their kind in this world. She possessed a voluptuous figure, her curves more pronounced than Layla's.
As he approached his mother's residence, a familiar warmth spread through his body. He couldn't suppress the arousal that surged through him.
"System, why am I craving sex again? I just had sex."
"System: Host, it's due to the Immortal Avatar Sutra. You can't control yourself. You should get one Soul Technique so that you will have better control of yourself."
Ron sighed. He desperately needed to find a way to curb this insatiable lust.
He was about to turn back when he heard the system notification.
"Ding! Special Quest: Please give your ass to the Castle Manager. Rewards will be determined after the session. Time limit: 2 hours."
Ron's face fell. He was depressed.
He had come here to visit his mother, to show his concern, to offer her support.
But the system, with its relentless demands, had other plans.
He walked towards the Castle Manager's office, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He learned more about his mother's situation on the way. The Castle Manager, responsible for supplying food, clothing, and other necessities to the concubines, was embezzling a significant portion of Erolette's allowance.
Ron's anger flared. He wanted to confront the manager, to demand justice for his mother. But the system's quest loomed over him, a cruel reminder of his current predicament.
He entered the Castle Manager's office, leaving Layla waiting outside.
The sight that greeted him was… intimidating. The Castle Manager, a towering Futanari with bulging muscles, sat behind a massive desk, his gaze fixed on Ron with an unsettling intensity. He was easily eight feet tall, his physique more akin to a hulking warrior than a mere administrator.
Ron shuddered. He could easily crush him with a single finger.
The Castle Manager didn't even bother to rise from his seat to greet the prince. He merely glanced at Ron, his voice a low growl, "Your Highness, are you looking for me?"
Ron thought, 'Fuck, he knows I'm coming here. It's useless to argue.'
"Manager," Ron began, "I won't beat around the bush. My mother isn't getting her complete monthly rations. Can you please check it?"
The Castle Manager chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Your Highness, I will check it for sure. But if you want everything, you should give something in return."
Ron scoffed. "I have nothing to give you."
The Castle Manager leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. "Oh, but I think you do, Your Highness," he purred.
Ron felt a chill crawl down his spine. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that he was trapped...