076 LUST IS A CHORE

076 LUST IS A CHORE

"We'll craft a story," she said calmly. "The foreign mages attacked and returned with the stones, and we did everything we could to protect the stones. These restrained mages were those who were left behind who will serve as proof of that story."

"Won't they contradict your version of events?" Leo asked, concerned.

"Not once Bara performs the Ritual of Truth," the Shaman replied. "They won't have enough of their tongue to talk straight."

"The Ritual of Truth... I remember you tried it on me once. Didn't seem that effective in my fucking opinion," Leo noted.

"That's because Princess Bara was only toying with you," Shaman replied with a hint of amusement. "The ritual wasn't executed correctly, just in a fun way. What she did was our way to test new slave cocks. But don't worry—you'll see its true extents soon enough."

"Wtf!!! They tested me as a slave cock," Leo complained in his mind without revealing any emotion.

Leo nodded, casting a glance at the stones. "Alright. I'll transport them back to my storage for safekeeping, for now."

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Grangya navigated the maze-like corridors and spiraling stairways of the underground network, shadowed by her guide—a hooded figure shrouded in the secrecy of the establishment.

Without guidance, these paths were impossible to traverse, intentionally designed to keep outsiders lost.

At last, they arrived at a cavernous chamber. It was not a temple of prayer or reverence, but a sanctum devoted to death itself—The Assassin's Workshop.

"You have a mission, Grangya," came the voice of the deacon, his tone cold and authoritative.

Grangya inclined her head respectfully. "As you command, Deacon of Death. What is my task?"

"A suspected demon incarnate has been sighted in Gomora city and he came to Sodom. Your mission is to investigate if he's indeed a demon," he stated, his eyes glinting under the dim light.

"A demon incarnate?" Grangya brows arched. "Real demons never appeared in the city before? Only their summons."

"Remember, your task is merely to observe and verify. You are only a recording clerk not a demon hunter. We have other plans for dealing with this creature if he's proven to be a demon."

With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he sent her on her way.

Grangya stepped out of the shadowed halls of the workshop, only to have her path blocked by a figure bathed in ethereal light—a celestial being with a gaze that seemed to pierce her very soul.

"Perfect mission for you, seeker of light, should I register the mission in your System too?" the being intoned.

"Get lost, fucking handler," she spat, emotionless.

"Hunting a demon will bolster your Pride counters," the being continued, unbothered by her hostility. "It will replenish your power. You have lost all your magic and cannot continue on this stubborn path."

"This ridiculous system, I'm done with it," Grangya muttered, her voice dripping with venom.

"You will gain Pride counters."

"A 'Pride Counter'? Really? I'm a fucking psychopath, I don't dig into empathy. Why would I care about 'proud' deeds? Or 'shameful deeds' they make no difference to me," she added.

"Your choice was made when you accepted the title 'Hammer of Truth,'" the angelic being said, its voice unwavering. "You are bound to the virtue of Pride."

"Go to hell. I hate the fucking System, and besides, Pride is not a virtue," Grangya snarled, her eyes dark and defiant.

At least she could feel anger and hate.

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As Leo returned to the inn, he was met with Princess Bara's intense gaze, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She smirked, stepping closer with a confident stride, her clanswoman at her side.

"You've come back. Good," she said, her voice dripping with challenge. "Now, fuck me."

Leo hesitated, casting a wary glance at Kasshyek, who looked on, wide-eyed and speechless, muttering under his breath in shock. Yun-Yun, seemingly unfazed, gave a slight nod.

"I'll leave you to... replenish your lust," she said smoothly as she left for the adjoining room.

"Wait…," Leo opened his mouth to protest but paused.

After the grueling battle with foreign mages, he felt utterly drained. His magic was depleted, his body exhausted. Yet he knew he had to play his part to restore his strength.

"Guess it's time to recharge my fucking lust," he thought with a resigned sigh.

Bara advanced with fierce passion, pulling him into a powerful embrace. Her movements were wild yet graceful, her intensity stirring a spark in him despite his weariness.

Soon, their naked bodies were entwined, her fervor undeniable as she charged into him as a tigress in battle.

Around them, the other women of Amara began to let their fur straps drop, revealing their naked and muscular bodies as they joined in the ritual with eager determination.

Kasshyek grumbled under his breath, visibly uncomfortable, and was preparing to leave the scene.

But Leo gestured for him to stay, "Wait and watch." He obeyed reluctantly but his eyes were always on his young master.

Bara took the lead, her gaze never leaving Leo's as she moved with unrelenting energy, drawing him into her body as she rode him into her rhythm.

"Ahhhh", Her cries of pleasure filled the room, her satisfaction apparent as she relished the moment.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, she moved aside, giving way for her sisters to ride Leo, as she kissed another woman. Despite leaving her spot she wasn't leaving the ritual of pleasure.

One by one, the women took their turn, each hoping to help restore Leo's lust and fulfil their own pleasure.

Yet, despite their best efforts, Leo's lust reserves were still only partly replenished. His lust-driven energy remained frustratingly low, his counter barely budging.

"Fuck, this is too fucking slow, can I recharge my lust counter faster?" he muttered to himself, frustration creeping in.

"Did someone call for help?" A voice floated over.

Vanessa, Leo's dominatrix handler, appeared with an evil smile.

"Vanessa! I've barely gained any fucking lust counters. How can I carry on my fucking quests if I must fuck all day like this without much gain?" Leo asked.