Morning light filtered weakly into the garden of Lord Alden's mansion, painting the scene in a hazy, golden haze that did nothing to hide the absolute wreckage of the night before.
Bodies were everywhere.
Some guests lay completely naked on the grass, limbs tangled with whoever had been closest when the aphrodisiac finally knocked them out. Others were half-dressed in torn silk robes and stained finery, snoring loudly with empty wine goblets still clutched in their hands. The sweet, cloying scent of aphrodisiac smoke still hung thick in the air, mixing with the sour reek of spilled liquor, sweat, and sex. A noblewoman was curled up on a marble bench, her dress bunched around her waist, one leg dangling off the side. Nearby, two lords were passed out together in a compromising pile, their snores rumbling in unison.
In the center of it all, Lord Alden himself was slumped on his grand throne like a fallen king. His massive belly rose and fell with every loud, wet snore. His robes hung open, and two of his favorite massage girls were curled asleep at his feet, their oiled skin glistening in the morning light.
The workers had already begun the grim cleanup.
Brooms scraped across the grass while servants hauled away broken furniture, stained cushions, and half-empty bottles. One older maid muttered under her breath as she wiped down a table covered in dried wine and worse.
"Every damn time… They fuck like animals all night and we're the ones who have to scrub the evidence before the sun even rises."
A younger worker, a man who had only arrived from another city two weeks ago, wiped sweat from his brow and shook his head in disbelief.
"I thought this job would be easy money. Clean the mansion, serve the lords, go home with a full purse. But this…? I've never seen anything like it. The lord parades his own daughter half-naked in front of everyone, and they cheer like it's normal. What kind of place is this?"
Another worker laughed bitterly as he dragged a heavy sack of empty bottles.
"Welcome to Lord Alden's domain, kid. Morals died here years ago. You'll get used to it… or you'll run away after your first paycheck like the last three boys did."
The new worker glanced toward the throne where Lord Alden was still snoring.
"Father showing off his daughter's body to the whole garden… I don't know how anyone can sleep at night after that. I just want my coins and I'm gone. This place feels cursed."
The older maid sighed, wringing out her rag.
"Keep your head down and your mouth shut. That's how you survive here. The nobles throw these parties, the guests go wild, and we clean up the mess before the next batch of important visitors arrives. Same story every time."
The supervisor -- a thin, balding man with a permanent scowl -- stormed through the garden, clipboard in hand.
"Faster! The Luxerian delegation will be here in a few hours. If this garden isn't spotless by then, I'll have all of you whipped! Move!"
One of the younger workers muttered just loud enough for his friends to hear, "They spent all night fucking and sucking, and now we have to break our backs cleaning it up. Where's the justice in that?"
The supervisor whirled on him.
"You have something to say, boy?"
The worker quickly looked down.
"No, sir. Just… working, sir."
The supervisor sneered and moved on.
Miles underground, in the hidden cells of the Vossara Clan, the mood was anything but hungover.
Reon woke up to the worst headache of his life and the even worse realization that he was hanging upside down. His ankles were chained to the ceiling of a stone cell, blood rushing to his head, his entire naked body swaying slightly. His clothes were gone. Everything was gone. His dick hung limply toward the floor like a sad rubber band.
"Fuck… my head…" he groaned, voice hoarse.
A female Viper guard stepped into view. Her upper body was stunningly human -- beautiful face, long dark hair, full breasts with pink nipples -- but from the waist down she had the powerful scaled tail of a snake. She gripped a spear and looked at him with cold, glowing eyes.
"You're awake, intruder. Don't struggle too much. You'll die soon enough from the poison of your own deeds."
Reon blinked, trying to focus through the pounding in his skull.
"What poison? What the hell did I do? And why am I naked?!"
The guard's tail flicked in annoyance.
"We are like this. Clothes are for weak surface-dwellers who hide their shame. You'll find out what you did soon enough. The Queen's kidnapping is unforgivable."
She turned and slithered to the next cell without another word.
In the adjacent cell, Shizu was pinned spread-eagle against the stone wall. Heavy iron shackles held her wrists and ankles. She was completely naked, silver-blue hair messy, body flushed and trembling. Thin mechanical tentacles — glowing with faint mana — were wrapped around her breasts and between her legs, gently pulsing.
The same Viper guard stopped in front of her.
"You're still sleeping, bitch? Get up. Your execution is coming soon enough."
Shizu's eyes snapped open. She looked down at herself, then at the tentacles, and her face turned bright red.
"What the fuck?! Where are my clothes?! What is this thing on me?!"
The guard smirked.
"You'll find out soon enough where your clothes are. Don't worry about that. You'll be dead before you need them again."
She turned and left, tail swaying, but Reon noticed she pressed a hand to her temple for a moment, as if her head was spinning.
Across the cells, Reon and Shizu could just see each other through the bars.
"Shizu?! You okay?!"
Shizu yanked at her shackles, face burning with embarrassment and fury.
"Does it look like I'm okay?! I'm naked, pinned to a wall, and some weird glowing tentacles are… are… doing things! And you're hanging upside down with your dick swinging like a pendulum! What the actual fuck happened?!"
Reon groaned, the blood rushing to his head making everything spin.
"I don't know! We crashed down here, then everything went black. System? System, you there?"
The girly voice finally chimed in, sounding sleepy and annoyed.
"Ugh… Master, you little boy, why are you yelling so early? Can't a girl get some rest after driving that death machine all night?"
Reon's voice cracked with frustration.
"Rest?! I'm hanging upside down naked in a snake prison and Shizu is getting molested by glowing tentacles! Explain!"
The system sighed dramatically.
"Fine, fine. You're in the Vossara Clan ..... the most ancient underground Viper clan in the world. They think you kidnapped their queen. That's why they chained you up and are planning to execute you. Simple as that."
Reon blinked hard, trying to process.
"Kidnapped their queen…? You mean Seryth? We came here to save her!"
"They don't know that. You crashed in uninvited, unconscious, with their queen in your arms. To them, you're kidnappers. And they really don't like surface-dwellers."
Shizu yelled from her cell, voice shaky with anger and embarrassment.
"Then get us out of here! I can't stay like this! These things keep… pulsing!"
The system giggled.
"Oh? Feeling good, little miss CEO? That's just the mana-drain tentacles. They're keeping you nice and relaxed while they wait for the execution order. Cute, right?"
Shizu's face went scarlet.
"Shut up! Just help us!"
Reon tried to twist in his chains, the blood pounding in his skull.
"System, I need my powers. Hands are tied, but I still have Void Binding. I can cut these chains."
"You can try, but you're upside down and your hands are behind your back. Good luck with that, genius."
Reon gritted his teeth.
"Then I'll use the only thing I can still move freely…"
The system's voice turned mischievous.
"Oh? You're finally thinking about it? Steel Boner time~?"
Shizu's eyes widened from the other cell.
"Wait, what? No, no, no — don't you dare—"
Too late.
Reon activated the skill.
His cock instantly hardened, growing longer and thicker until it was a rigid, steel-hard rod almost as long as his arm, glowing faintly pink. It moved with his will like a controllable blade.
Shizu stared, mortified beyond words.
"You motherfucker… your dick is literally a sword right now…"
Reon's face burned with shame, but he had no choice.
"Shut up and look away if you want! I'm trying to save us!"
Using the hardened length like a whip-sword, he slashed upward and cut the chain holding his ankles. He crashed to the floor with a painful thud, butt-first.
"Ow! My ass…"
Shizu couldn't help but laugh despite everything, her voice cracking with nervous tension.
"Serves you right, you perverted idiot."
Reon quickly used the same skill to cut the chains on his wrists, then stood up, still completely naked, glowing pink erection bobbing in front of him.
The Viper guard from earlier returned.
She froze when she saw Reon standing free, his massive glowing cock swinging like a weapon.
" What the hell is that thing?!"
Reon grinned despite the situation, trying to sound confident.
"Long story. Now get out of my way or I'll use it on you too."
The guards snarled and charged with spears and swords, tails whipping.
The fight was on.
Reon moved fast, using his glowing length like a deadly blade, slashing chains and tentacles off Shizu while dodging attacks.
The underground cell block erupted into pure pandemonium.
And somewhere in the distance, the real Viper royalty was already being alerted.
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