Two days passed.
Jinwoo woke to the softest lips ever.
"Good morning, nii~san…"
Sung Jin-ah smiled sweetly as she licked his tip, her eyes looking up at him, her purple hair cascading down her shoulders.
"Did you sleep well… master?" Another voice cooed.
Jinwoo looked to the side.
Shiraori—her tongue swirling around his balls.
"Girls…"
Jinwoo groaned softly as the two sucked him at the same time—Jin-ah taking his tip in her mouth while Shiraori took one of his balls.
Today was Shiraori's and Jin-ah's morning wood care turn. Yesterday had been Hyeyoung and Medusa's turn. The day before that, Joohee and Yoora's.
He never imagined being taken care of would be this… intense.
"Agh…"
His head tilted back as the two took turns.
"Status window."
[Name: Sung Jinwoo
Class: None
Level: 28
Titles: Succubus Queen's man, Beast Slayer, Golem nemesis
HP: 21,354
MP: 2,957
Strength: 130
Dexterity 110
Health: 113
Intelligence: 141
Sense: 110
Charm: 125]
[Active Skills: Fire Magic (S), Thread Magic (S) Lv2, Earth Magic (A) Lv3, Lightning Magic (A) Lv7, Healing Magic (A) Lv2]
[Passive Skills: Thunder Heart (S), Hell Flames (S), Ironclad Skin (S), Magic Resistance (S), Poison Resistance (S), Acid Resistance (S), Predatory Instincts (S), Dagger Master (A), Twin Blades (A)]
[Envy & greed skills: Covetous Authority]
[Pleasure skills: Union of Desire, Incubus eye, Tongue of Lust, Divine Lust Body, Lust Mark, Lust Familiar, Sultry Voice]
Those two days were some of the most growth he'd experienced.
He wasn't the only one growing, however. All the girls had grown significantly too through Union of Desire.
Ra Hyeyoueng—B-rank. Choi Yoora—grearly grew in strength in the A-rank. Lee Joohee—A-rank. Medusa—almost S-rank. Jin-ah—controlling her powers. Shiraori… well, she hadn't shown any noticeable gains. But then again, she was stronger than him... until now.
Making Shiraori reach Absolute Climax had given him the S-rank passive skill, Acid resistance, and Predatory instincts. The latter, in particular, was a game changer.
It made him more aware of his surroundings. More likely to predict his opponent's next move. His sense stat practically doubled in effect.
But the biggest growth of all came in the form of a new S-rank active skill—Thread magic.
It was Shiraori's main combat power.
It allowed Jinwoo to control threads of mana.
He hadn't tried it yet, but he could already tell just how broken this ability could be.
As long as he could see his target, as long as he had enough mana, there was no limit to how creative he could be with this power.
Shiraori and Jin-ah continued to suck him.
His cock was now buried in Shira's throat, her lips pressed up against the base. But he was already on the edge.
Jinwoo gripped her head, and pushed down—just to make sure she wouldn't pull away as he came inside her mouth.
Her eyes watered instantly, but she didn't budge.
Her throat constricted around him, swallowing every last drop.
She finally pulled away with a lewd *pop.* Her lips were wet and glistening.
She wiped her mouth slowly, smirking up at him.
"Hey!" Jin-ah pouted, looking at Shira. "You didn't leave anything for me!" She exclaimed.
Shira chuckled softly. "Sorry, Jin-ah. Next time, I'll let you take your share, alright?"
...
Jinwoo stepped out onto the street with the air of someone who did not choose to shine — yet shone anyway.
The suit clung to him like it had made a pact with his physique: sleek black, razor-sharp lines, faint perfume drifting around him like a whisper of something forbidden. The morning light touched him and seemed to apologize for not trying harder.
Every woman who passed turned their head.
Some didn't even bother with subtlety — pupils dilated, breath stuttering, expression turning hungry.
Even those holding their boyfriends' hands.
Especially those.
The boyfriends themselves?
A sea of clenched jaws and tightening grips.
"I hate this…" Jinwoo muttered, walking as if the sidewalk had personally wronged him.
"Why did they have to dress me all up?"
A couple to his left glanced over — the girl gasping, the boyfriend freezing.
[Envy detected.]
[+1 Intelligence.]
Jinwoo sighed.
"At least I gain some stats from jealous boyfriends…"
Another flare of envy hit him from the right.
[Envy detected.]
[+2 Dexterity.]
"…At this rate, leveling up is useless."
Covetous Authority was working overtime.
He'd collected nearly twenty points without even flexing.
Just existing.
"This suit… just to meet a dude…" he grumbled under his breath.
But then, the corner of his lips tugged upward.
He remembered the chaos from earlier — six women, one Jinwoo, and a battleground made of fashion opinions.
Shiraori and Joohee had insisted on a white suit.
Hyeyoung and Medusa demanded a black one.
Jin-ah and Yoora declared that if he had to dress up, he should stick to a simple blazer.
It took an hour.
Possibly two small wars.
A few raised voices.
In the end, black won.
The suit won.
And Jinwoo… well, he survived.
"Too many women might be a problem," he mumbled, chuckling.
He reached the café and stepped inside.
The moment he crossed the doorway, conversations paused for a breath — just one — the way a room stops when something unfairly attractive enters.
And then—
"Sir! Over here!"
Yoo Jinho shot up from his seat, waving both hands like a man signaling a rescue helicopter.
He was dressed neatly, crisp blazer and a hint of cologne — the son of Yoojin Construction, after all.
Even when casual, the guy couldn't not look like he owned three office buildings.
Jinwoo walked toward him, and Jinho's wave slowed…
his eyes blinking…
his smile faltering just a little.
"Hyung…" he whispered, awe sliding into jealousy. "You look like you walked out of a magazine…"
[Envy detected.]
[+1 Sense.]
Jinwoo sat down with a tired exhale.
"Let's just get this over with, Jinho."
He pinched the bridge of his nose, unaware that every woman in the café was now staring, watching, whispering — and their boyfriends staring back with murder in their retinas.
"…Please."
To be continued...
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Also, those days I'm starting to build my daughter's future room. What color should be the walls? I thought of a simple wait, but then I opted for a pink maybe... my wife wants them pink & purple in some kind of artistic layout, but I don't think I am able to do that? What should I do?