About an hour of fucking later, the small bed that had been reserved exclusively for Selio was completely destroyed. The wooden boards had cracked right down the middle, splintered ends poking up through the thin mattress like broken bones. The frame had given up entirely, one side collapsed inward, the other leaning at a desperate angle. They were essentially just laying on a pile of mattress and wood fragments, covered in cum.
John's own release was everywhere. Streaked across Selio's blueish gray fur in thick white ribbons, pooled in the dip of Yuulus's flat stomach, smeared across both their thighs and chests and faces. Yuulus's small cock was still twitching occasionally, leaking the last few drops of his own pathetic load onto the ruined sheets. Selio's fur was matted and sticky, but the hybrid looked perfectly content, his big dark eyes half-closed, a sleepy "bwoof" escaping his lips every few seconds.
John just grinned.
He had a cute furry femboy curled up in one arm, Selio's warm body pressed against his side, that soft gray fur tickling his skin. The hybrid had his face buried in John's chest, making little satisfied chirping sounds. And on his other arm, Yuulus was tucked against him, the little changeling's pure white skin glowing faintly in the dim light of the game room. His curly black hair was a mess, tangled and wild, and his cheeks were still flushed that deep, embarrassed red. Even in sleep, he was pouting.
John looked down at them, one on each side, both completely spent, both completely his. And in the other room, down the hall, Marrianetta was waiting. Tall, curvy, dominant Marrianetta with her twenty-inch futa cock thats hopefully temporary and her 1920s Hollywood purr and her endless enthusiasm for anything John wanted.
Does it get better than this? John thought, letting his head fall back against the ruined headboard. Nahhh. This is it. This is where its at.
This is the peak.
The absolute zenith of existence.
He had power, he had money, he had a palace the size of a small country, and he had three incredibly hot summons who were all eager to please him in their own unique ways. What more could anyone possibly want?
A blue screen flickered to life in front of his face, the text glowing softly in the darkened room.
chud
John blinked. "What?"
I said chud. You heard me.
John sat up a little straighter, jostling both sleeping femboys. Selio let out a sleepy "mrrp" and Yuulus just groaned and buried his face deeper against John's side.
"What do you mean chud? I'm not a chud. I'm an overlord. I have drip. You literally gave me a title called Eternal Drip Overlord."
Titles don't mean anything if you don't act like it. Remind me why the god Zero gave you the role as the fill-in?
John opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. The answer was right there, at the tip of his tongue, but he didn't want to say it. Because saying it would mean admitting that he'd been slacking. That he'd gotten distracted. That he'd spent the last however-long fucking his summons instead of doing the actual job he'd been handed.
Well? I'm waiting.
"Revenge," John muttered, barely loud enough to hear. "He gave me the role to get revenge on everyone who wronged me."
And?
"And I've been... putting it off."
You've been fucking. You've been putting it off because you've been too busy fucking.
John winced. "Okay, when you say it like that, it sounds bad."
it is bad. You've done exactly one revenge since you got here. One. Elrin. And you barely even did that yourself. Marrianetta did most of the work.
"That's not true! I kidnapped him! I held him down! I—"
You fucked him and then handed him off to your servant. That's not revenge.
John groaned, letting his head fall forward. Selio shifted in his sleep, tail curling around John's thigh. Yuulus mumbled something unintelligible and pressed closer.
They were both so warm, so soft, so comfortable. The bed was destroyed and covered in cum and probably giving him splinters in places splinters shouldn't go, but he didn't want to move.
I can see you thinking about staying there.
"I'm not thinking about staying here."
You are. Your face is doing that stupid thing where you get all gooey and sentimental.
"I don't have a stupid face!"
You have the stupidest face. Now get off your ass.
"Ughhhhh," John groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "Fine! Fiiiiine! You're so bossy for a system."
I learned from the best. Now move.
John carefully, carefully extracted himself from the pile of sleeping femboys. Selio whined in his sleep, reaching out with one webbed hand, but John tucked a pillow under his arm and the hybrid settled down, hugging it instead. Yuulus just sprawled out, taking up as much space as his tiny body could manage, one leg thrown over the edge of the ruined bed.
John stood up, naked and sticky and covered in drying cum, and looked around the game room. His clothes were somewhere on the floor, he didn't remember where. His boots were by the door. His designer jacket was draped over the back of the gaming chair like it had been waiting for him.
He walked across the room completely naked, not caring who saw, and dropped into the gaming chair. The leather was cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed. He stretched his arms over his head, cracked his neck, and reached for the mouse.
The triple monitors flared to life, the glow washing over his bare chest. The globe interface was still there, still spinning lazily, still showing all the continents and kingdoms and villages he hadn't touched yet. John stared at it for a long moment, his yellow eyes scanning the map.
"Alright," he said, cracking his knuckles. "What's next?"
The system didn't answer. It just let the question hang in the air, waiting. John zoomed in on the map, scrolling past the destroyed kingdom he'd already burned, past the goblin village where he was now technically the chief, past Elrin's territory that was probably in chaos without its heir. There was so much left. So many names still on his list.
Zedrik. Alrick. Loki. Gregor. The chief of the beast folk camp. The adventurers who had violated Selio's corpse. They were all still out there, still breathing, still living their lives like they hadn't done anything wrong.
John's jaw tightened. "Okay. Okay, fine. I'll do it. I'll do the revenge thing."
Good boy.
"Don't patronize me."
Wouldn't dream of it.
"Yes you would."
John pulled up his status, looking over his skills and titles and powers. He had everything he needed. He just had to pick a target and go. One name at a time. One revenge at a time. He could do this. He had to do this.
He zoomed in on the map and started looking for his next victim.