Rise and shine

Liam blinked awake, sunlight stabbing his eyes like a knife. He grumbled, squinting against the glare, and pushed himself up slowly, putting one hand across his face to block the rays slicing through the window.

The room hit him like a punch—still a disaster, sheets tangled and damp, the air thick with the stale reek of sweat, cum, and raw fucking bodies. His nostrils wrinkled but then the memories rushed in—Lysandra's ferocious hips, Erynn's tight grip, Selene's filthy mouth—and a dumb, lazy grin formed across his face before he could stop it.

"Shit," he muttered, rubbing his eyes as his mind spun. So this was it? This was what he'd been missing all those years, jerking off alone in the dark? It felt like a drug—hot, messy, overwhelming—and fuck, he'd kill to drown in it every second of every day.

Those stamina points he'd snagged were a godsend; without 'em, he'd have blown his load in thirty seconds flat against that trio of demons. He chuckled, low and rough, picturing how they'd let loose—Lysandra's snarls, Selene's smug taunts, Erynn's dirty giggles. These women, all high and mighty in the church of Luminalis, turned into animals when the clothes came off. Could he pull that with every chick in this religion? His dick twitched at the thought, half-dead but hopeful.

Then it hit him—the bed was empty. No Lysandra spread out, no Selene smirking, no Erynn teasing.

 He sat up more erect, neck cracking as he glanced around the room.

"Where did they go…" he started, his brain taking time to boot, then it clicked. Mytheris. They had probably left for that mission. He looked at his pants, crumpled in a heap on the floor, and patted the pocket—empty. The teleportation stone was gone. "Figures," he sighed, leaning back against the headboard. "They could have at least woke me up. Or waited for for me to wake up. It's hardly even noon yet, is it?

His mind was still racing—half angry, half smug—when the air shimmered and the familiar screen appeared, hovering like a smirk. His profile sparkled with updates from yesterday night's chaos:

Name: Liam Carter

Level: 2 (+1)

Energy: 5 (+3)

Abilities: None

Traits: Lustbound

Rewards:

- Class Evolution: Initiate of Ecstasy (Pending Activation)

Liam blinked while rereading it. "Lustbound, huh?" he muttered with a smile on his lips. The virgin tag was finally removed and replaced with something that sounded like a horny superpower. Level up, energy boost, and the "Initiate of Ecstasy" thing? He had no idea what it meant, but it sounded like there would be greater fun ahead. He flexed his hands, sensing a faint buzz in his limbs—stronger and sharper than before. Maybe that energy wasn't just for staying power; perhaps it was also boosting his overall health.

The door creaked open, snapping him out of it, and a maid slipped in—short, mousy, her brown hair tied back tight. She froze for a second, eyes flicking over the wrecked room, then cleared her throat. "Finally awake, sir?" she said, voice flat but with a hint of something—amusement, maybe.

"Yeah," Liam rasped, scratching his chest, wincing as his fingers brushed a raw scratch. "Why didn't anyone wake me when they left?" He nodded toward the empty bed, half-expecting her to blush or stammer.

She didn't. "Lady Selene insisted," she said, folding her arms. "Said you'd been… exerted. Needed rest. Told us not to bother you 'til you stirred on your own."

Liam snorted, a slight smile forming on his face. "She's not wrong," he muttered, visions of Selene's tail tugging his balls racing through his mind. Exerted didn't cover it; he'd been screwed.

The maid shrugged, stepping over a pile of torn fabric—his shirt, probably. "They left at dawn. They took the teleportation stone with them." She paused, glancing at him. "It's evening, by the way."

"Whaaaat?" Liam's jaw dropped, his voice bouncing off the walls. "Evening? You're kidding me—how'd I sleep that long?" He scrubbed a hand through his hair, matted with sweat and who-knows-what, and laughed, disbelief mixing with a weird pride. "Guess I was really worn out."

"You need anything? Water? Food?" Her eyes flicked to the sticky sheets.

"Water'd be good," he said, swinging his legs off the bed, wincing as every muscle screamed in protest. "And maybe a shower. This place stinks."

"I'll fetch the water." She was gone before he could reply, leaving him alone with the mess and his buzzing thoughts.

He stood, slow and shaky, the floor cool under his feet. The room was a warzone—clothes shredded, sheets stained, a faint smear of something on the wall he didn't want to identify. But fuck, it felt like a trophy. Last night had been insane—better than any fantasy he'd ever cooked up. He'd gone from zero to hero in one sweaty, screaming leap, and those stamina points? MVP move. Without 'em, he'd have tapped out before Selene even got her tail in the game.

He shuffled to the window and cracked it open, allowing some fresh air to pass through. The evening light was low, turning the sky orange, and he leaned against the frame, still grinning like an idiot. Lysandra's savage edge, Erynn's wild bounce, Selene's nasty control—they'd showed him a side he hadn't expected: all power and hunger wrapped in skin. Could he do that with every lady in this religion? Create a harem of lusty goddesses? The thought caused his dick to move, faintly but persistently, and he giggled under his breath. "Down, boy." "You have earned a break."

But they have left. He frowned, chewing his lip. Mytheris sounded big, urgent, and they hadn't even nudged him awake. According to the king they didn't need him yet? Either way, it stung a little. He'd been part of that madness, hadn't he? Fucked them 'til they glowed, powered them up—those screens above their heads proved it. Maybe he was more than just a dick to ride now.

The maid reappeared, a pitcher and glass in hand, setting them on the table with a clink. "Drink up hero," she said. "You look like you need it."

"Thanks," he muttered, pouring a glass and downing it in one go, the cold hitting his parched throat like a lifeline. She lingered a second, then left, and he sank back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Evening. He'd slept the whole damn day away, fucked into a coma by three goddesses. And he couldn't wait to do it again.