Lich

Clara knelt on Dylan's lap, her soaked panties rubbing against his cock. Her hands were wrapped around his shoulders, her face buried between her breasts.

Her faint moans drowned underneath her heavy pants as her hips jerked back and forth zealously.

Clara's strength failed her, her body collapsing on Dylan and her lips rubbing against his ears.

"Take me, please." She whispered into hers, Dylan's body shuddering under her warm breaths.

His hand slid her panties aside while she grabbed his dick, poking heaven's gate gently. In a single deep breath, Clara sat on the tip, pressing down on it as much as she could.

"Aah!"

Dylan felt her body shiver as a groan escaped her lips. Her arms around his night tightened while she buried her teeth in his neck.

His nose twitched as the stench of blood entered his ears, her fluids mixed with a crimson liquid.

Dylan grabbed her waist, stopping her from falling deeper. He felt blood running down his neck, her grip so tight he would need to put in some effort to break free.

"Hey, let's take it slow, okay?" He whispered into her ears, and her grip loosened slightly as she nodded.

They maintained that position for nearly a minute before honing her hips.

Squish!

"Ahh!" Clara groaned, tears trickling down her face, while her nails dug into Dylan's skin.

She sniffed repeatedly as Dylan swayed her hips back and forth, her eyebrows squinting with each move.

Clara's groans rang like an alarm in Dylan's head as his eyes fluttered open, events of the previous night still flashing before his eyes.

The bedside lamp was on, and his head turned to the left to see Clara peacefully sleeping beside him. The painful expressions she made kept flashing across his mind, so he found it relieving to see her sleep peacefully.

Dylan grabbed her hand, gently picking it off his body. He left the bed and walked toward the glass table, near the sofa, his hands freezing midway before he could pick up the empty glass.

He picked up his phone alongside the car keys and left the room. Dylan went down to the apartment garage. He entered his car, pulling out the cigarette and lighters he left behind in the glove compartment.

"God, my life is about to get a lot harder." Dylan sighed heavily as he pulled out a stick, his dull gaze fixated on the messages on his screen.

{Conquering another soul: Host gains 50 exp for every new female he sleeps with}

{Blood of a virgin: sleeping with a Virgin grants one point to a random stat}

{+1 Demonic Force}

{Stat}

{Str: 5}

{Agi: 4}

{Vit: 1}

{Int: 2}

{Cha: 5}

{DF: 20}

{Next level requirement: 2350 exp}

Dylan noticed one stat point, which is the equivalent of 5 Demonic Force. This was supposed to be the pool of energy which he drew power from to use his skills.

Lighting the cigarette, Dylan took a deep drag and blew out a plume of smoke a second later.

Ding!

Dylan picked up his phone, a small smile playing on his lips as he read the 20 Shots message.

"The exclusive agreement has been signed, under the condition we finish what we started with the murder case," Dylan said, his voice dull as he tossed his phone to the passenger seat and took another drag of his cigarette.

{I can't believe you went through the effort of getting Nate fired and winning the case, only for you to consider quitting just before your promotion.} The voice sounded annoyed its time had been wasted.

Dylan shook his head, adjusting his sitting position and blowing another plume of smoke.

"We won the case, and we got rid of Nate, we are relevant now. While we lose the firm's resources, as long as we can nail this case for Jones, more high-profile clients are bound to follow." Dylan explained while ashing his cigarette on the floor. "I have become a face, isn't it better to capitalize on it, than let that fame die away in someone else's company?" 

A moment of silence followed, and it seemed like the voice was pondering on his words. Dylan didn't mind, he leaned on the window and his eyes wandered around the dark apartment garage.

{Very well… It won't be easy, but then again, nothing comes easy.} The voice finally spoke up, and a smile bloomed on Dylan's face.

"It's good you understand… Lich." Dylan chuckled mischievously.

Another silence followed, but this time it was an awkward one. 

{What did you just call me?} the voice asked.

"Lich… I got tired of not having a name for you. If you are gonna live in my head for the rest of my life, you need to have a name." Dylan explained calmly, before sticking the cigarette in his mouth.

{And the best you can come up with is Lich?}

"You are a parasite who needs a host, so the first name that came to mind was Leech. But then, I remembered you don't just take, you give back, so I shortened the name to Lich. Now it sounds and looks cool." Dylan chuckled while blowing out a plume of smoke, coughing hard midway in.

{You are impotent.}

Silence fell in the car again but this time an oppressive one. Dylan stopped coughing, his face twisted into a frown.

{You heard me right, you can't make babies. So yeah, your family line dies with you.}

"Isn't this something you tell someone before forcing him into making a deal?" Dylan blurted out.

{Cut the crap, if I didn't save you, your family line would have still ended with you. So why are we making it a big deal now?}

"Because you said this just to get back at me for calling you Lich!" Dylan yelled, his eyes reddening with anger.

{Hahaha… I'm not that petty, especially when the joke comes from someone who isn't man enough to have babies. Lol} Lich chuckled, his tone carried a triumphant ring.

As a system, it's necessary to put a disrespectful host in his place.