Several hours had passed.
The room was a complete mess—pillows and bolsters scattered across the floor, sheets soaked and clinging in dark, glistening puddles.
Kuro sat on the edge of the bed, expression calm, but eyes dark with teasing intent.
Kama lay on the floor before him, cheeks flushed, lips wrapped eagerly around his hot shaft, bobbing up and down with shameless devotion.
Meanwhile, warm liquid continued to flow over her eyelids and the areas she never allowed anyone to touch. Each drop wet the floor, creating a small puddle.
"Ugh..."
Kuro's brows furrowed slightly, amused, and he pulled her closer, tilting his hips so that the warm fluid poured deeper into her mouth.
"Mrggghh—♡ Glup… glu…♡"
Kama tried to swallow obediently, desperate to please him, but it was too much. Her mouth couldn't contain it all.
Warm liquid dribbled from the corners of her mouth, ran down her chin, and trickled along her neck.
Some leaked from her nose as she gasped, choked, and coughed, each sound high-pitched, desperate, and dripping with need.
A moment later, Kama licked the warm shaft clean.
After that, she lifted her face and looked at Kuro with an annoyed expression.
"Too much…" she complained. "You released way too much, Master-san."
Kuro gave a faint smile, closed his eyes, then shrugged casually.
"The effect of the honey pack is still there," he replied. "We've only been going for five hours, not twelve."
"Cheating…" Kama muttered. "Then why aren't you suffering? Shouldn't the side effects of the honey pack be like that?"
Hearing the protest, Kuro finally opened his eyes and looked at Kama with a flat expression.
"Among all the existences I know…" he said, "…you're the last one I want to hear that from."
"The honey pack I took is special. That's all—don't ask too many questions."
After saying that, Kuro stood up, walked away, and picked up one of the pillows scattered on the floor.
"Where are you going?" Kama asked, puzzled.
"To sleep," Kuro answered without hesitation. "I haven't slept properly for two days."
Kama tilted her head and glanced toward him.
"Why not just sleep here?" she asked. "Besides, where are you even going to sleep?"
"In my divine vault," Kuro replied. "The Gate of Babylon. I don't want to wake up and find you giving me some kind of… suspicious 'love.'"
Hearing that, Kama grew even more annoyed. Meanwhile, Kuro snapped his fingers, creating a ripple of gray space in front of him.
Before stepping in, Kuro briefly glanced back, observing Kama and the state of the room around her.
"And clean yourself up. You look like a complete mess," he said. "After you bathe, tidy up this room. I don't want Yuki cleaning up the mess you made."
Then, Kuro stepped into the Gate, leaving Kama alone in the room.
Kama puffed out her cheeks, glaring at the spot where Kuro had been standing.
"I'm the goddess of love," she declared, voice trembling with both indignation and lingering pleasure. "Not your personal maid, you idiot!"
But as her gaze wandered downward, she froze. Her body was completely coated in a slick, sticky sheen of warm liquid, glistening under the dim light.
"I'm… a total mess…" she muttered, cheeks flushing even deeper.
Unable to resist herself, Kama's fingers drifted down to her jasmine-shaped bud, damp and slick under her touch.
"Ackh…♡"
She slowly opened herself, allowing the warm, slick fluid to flow out freely.
It trailed down along her thighs before dripping onto the floor, forming a small, glistening puddle beneath her.
"Aah…♡ haah…♡ haah…♡"
Her moans were soft and broken, yet completely unashamed.
Her fingers moved slowly, deliberately—each motion precise, as if she knew exactly where to touch.
Every movement drew out stronger reactions, making her body grow wetter, more responsive to the sensations she was creating herself.
The fluid continued to flow, warm and thick, as though it had no end. It coated her skin, leaving behind a shimmering, damp trail under the dim light.
"Hnnah…♡" she gasped, body arching, shivering with every surge of pleasure.
Her chest heaved, breath coming in broken pants, moans spilling past her lips as she drenched herself completely.
The warm fluid gushed out like a faucet turned full blast, streaming down her legs, dripping onto the floor, leaving a glistening puddle beneath her.
Her fingers didn't stop, sliding through the slick heat again and again, making her gasp and moan uncontrollably.
For what felt like ten endless, dripping minutes, Kama lost herself to the delicious, shameless pleasure, trembling, quivering, soaked from head to toe, every nerve ablaze, every inch of her completely undone.
"Done...♡ haah...♡ finally...♡"
Finally, exhausted but still glistening, she collapsed on the floor, staring at the ceiling, liquid still slowly flowing from her slick body.
"Next time… I won't lose," she whispered confidently, though her body betrayed her, still dripping, and utterly addicted to the warmth she had let herself indulge in.
Slowly, she forced herself up, each movement causing more slickness to slide down her thighs, and made her way to the bathroom—leaving a trail of dripping, glistening evidence behind her.
***
Meanwhile, inside a boundless white space, with massive pillars towering endlessly beyond sight, Kuro lay on a bed.
Around him were piles of gold and gemstones he had obtained from the system through daily logins.
However, Kuro did not fall asleep immediately.
His eyes were fixed on an interface floating in front of him.
The screen displayed skill information he had actually obtained earlier—rewards from conquering Kama through repeated routines, along with several of his previous abilities.
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> Special Abilities:
• Sharingan (1 Tomoe)
• Gate of Babylon
> Passive Abilities:
• Zen of Joy (Lv, 2)
Description:
This skill prevents stamina loss caused by excessive intimate interactions, enhances pleasure, and converts it into mutual energy circulation, providing recovery for both parties.
Additionally, this skill increases resistance against charm-based influences, lust-based manipulation, emotional corruption, and other similar effects.
Negative Resistance: +50%
Magic Energy Recovery: +50%
Health Recovery: +50%
Note: The user is immune to conceptual influences of a predatory nature.
> Active Abilities:
• Histeria Savant Syndrom (Lvl, 3)
Description:
A rare genetic condition that activates Hysteria Mode when the user experiences certain emotional surges. In this state, both cognitive and physical abilities increase drastically, enabling instant analysis, heightened reflexes, and optimal decision-making in any situation.
Note: While in Hysteria Mode, the user develops a protective instinct toward the opposite sex and will not harm them, resulting in a gentler and more attentive demeanor.
Time Limit: 3 hours
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"For some reason, my growth feels very unclear," he muttered. "The combination of my skills… feels out of sync. What kind of type am I, really?"
He let out a long sigh.
"The Sharingan and the Gate of Babylon…" he continued, "that's already a solid combination. And with Hysteria—if I ignore that 'ideal boyfriend' mode, the result actually becomes extremely lethal."
"But…"
His words trailed off as his gaze focused more carefully on the description of the Zen of Joy skill.
"Prevents energy loss from excessive interaction and enhances pleasure…" he murmured softly. "From any perspective, this is still a skill related to that kind of thing."
He fell silent for a moment, analyzing the negative resistance and recovery effects it provided.
"Even so, the effects are undeniably useful…"
That wasn't just an empty remark—Kuro could genuinely feel the benefits.
His health and magical energy recovered far faster than their rate of consumption.
Other effects, such as the enhancement of pleasure during intimacy, also played a significant role.
If those effects were combined with the honey pack he used, for some reason, Kuro felt like he could keep up with Kama for an entire week without feeling exhausted.
Kuro let out another sigh, this time longer, then closed the screen displaying his status.
"Whatever…" he muttered softly as he closed his eyes. "I'm really sleepy…"
Not long after, his breathing became steady, and he gradually drifted off into sleep.
For him, compared to physical exhaustion, mental fatigue was far more draining.
And sleep was the best way to recover from it.
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