Chapter 11

Getting stronger with a system was not something really that complex. The supers only needed to fulfill their needs, and they would get more boons and perks. However, the agency that the super had over his own growth depended entirely on the system itself.

A system with the words "level up" on it normally gave a user an interface with points to spend on different attributes like strength or durability. A "gacha" system allowed the user to pick from what pool or "banner" they wanted to pull; it was random, but still gave them some choice. So in the case of Tom, who didn't have anything, it was up to him to figure out if he could even steer his evolution to where he wanted.

("Did I give myself a speed boost because the monster was fast, or was it a preselected path?") Tom thought for a second and then shook his head.

"Hey! Tom! Are you alive?!" Celene yelled at him now that the calm was returning to the ruins.

Tom nodded. "Yes, we are done for today," he answered, pulling out the magazine from his pistol and checking how many bullets it had. Not enough for him to be comfortable. 

"But there are more monsters on the upper floors," the girl muttered with a confused tone, thinking that supers were a lot more trigger-happy. 

"Good. I will tackle that problem another day; I need to get back home, craft more gear, and examine the footage you took from those things," Tom finally said, starting to slowly leave this place. 

There was no need to rush, and even his gunshots in this area were not a problem. After all, it would be strange not to hear some gang violence in this part of the city at night.

Tom tested his speed between the museum and the bus stop. The catboy arched his back and tried to spring all the way from where he was to test his stamina. His legs were not only a lot stronger now, but he was barely tired, the perk giving him a little bonus of stamina to keep up with his new body.

"Welcome back, so . . ." Celene muttered, waiting for her man as he opened the door to the apartment. 

She was dying to have him back. Not because the girl really cared about him, but because her cunt was on fire; just hearing him partaking in so much violence really put her in the mood. If she could watch the fight, she would be waiting for him fully naked. However, that wasn't the case, so Celene was just waiting for him in her underwear that even let him see her perky nipples and wet cameltoe through the pink fabric.

"Oh, you know what I am going to do now, don't you?" Tom teased her while leaving his backpack at the entrance and bending his crimson tail into a heart shape.

Celene could smell it, just the sweat and gunpowder caked around the catboy. "Can you at least take a shower first?" She begged, crossing her arms under her big, fat tits. 

Tom took a few seconds to answer and then nodded. "You know what? You did a decent job today, so I will give you that little reward," he purred and began to walk toward the bathrooms. Pets deserve treats for a good job after all. 

"You will?!" Celene's eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat.

The catboy chuckled; she would be this happy when he was done with her. "Wait for me in the bed . . ." Tom finally said and threw a kiss to her. 

The girl layed with her legs open and her arms at her sides on the white sheets. Celene left the dormitory room on, not even turning it off and using the table light; she wanted to fully see what he was doing to her. 

Tom slowly walked to the room almost completely naked, with her towel firmly wrapped around his loins to give her a few seconds to brace herself for the impact. 

"Oh my . . . are you really this desperate? You could at least hide under your sheet; then maybe the monster wouldn't catch you . . ." the cat boy purred and took off his towel, showing her the fully erect cock that was about to wreck her guts. 

She bit her lower lip, the memory of the salty taste of that thing striking her tongue. "Stop teasing and just be over . . ." Celene said, trying to save some face. 

He smirked, walking slowly and then lying on her side, walking his fingers from her thighs to her belly. "Come on . . . foreplay is always the best part . . . or are you really not used to it?" Tom whispered, his lips so close to her ears she could feel the hot breath of the man caressing her. 

The mark on her ass shone. "No . . . " she confessed and blushed. 

Tom chuckled and slid his hand down, grabbing her ass and squeezing it. She would say something, but her attention was focused on the massive cock rubbing against her legs, already drooling with precum. 

"Turn over," he ordered, his green eyes piercing into Celene's soul as he looked down at her.

Celene's stomach twisted, thinking that he wanted to fuck her from behind like the first night they met. She hesitated for only a second before rolling over on her belly and burying her face in her fluffy pillow. 

Tom's hands gripped her hips, lifting her ass up so he could get a look at it. When the catboy pulled her panties down, she wasn't expecting him to spread her cheeks and look at her asshole. 

"Well, it is time to find out what the big deal is about fucking someone's ass. It was a miracle that I finished my sentence with my butt intact," he confessed and began to jerk his cock, using the tears of precum as improvised lube.

Celene didn't know what surprised her more, the fact that Tom was an ex-convict or that he was about to fuck her in the ass.