Almond was your average trash hunter.
His days were spent travelling across the country of Valmor in search of a dungeon hunting party.
If he was lucky, a group would accept him. Most times, however, they had no use for an F–rank hunter. And if they did accept him, it was only to carry bags or complete other pointless tasks.
You see, Almond was truly below average in almost every way.
Short.
Frail.
Weak.
All he really had going for him was a handsome face and a head of luscious brown hair, but even that made him look a little too feminine.
The world of Orvendar had been plagued by dungeon portals for hundreds of years. And around the same time they first appeared, humans awakened the ability to learn magic.
Depending on their rank, they'd have a limit to the number of skills they could learn, while their class determined what type of skills they'd obtain.
Unfortunately, Almond was classless.
He had yet to awaken, which meant he couldn't learn a single skill.
With the increasing risk of dungeon portals collapsing. Portals that, if left unchecked, would unleash the horrors of the other world into Orvendar, Almond's helplessness only made his anger worse.
He felt useless, while everyone else was out risking their lives to save the world.
"Just how am I supposed to become stronger?" he'd often ask himself while lying in bed at night.
He'd let the rage boil and boil… until, finally, it found an outlet.
Lust.
Lust was a difficult feeling for a weak man to deal with.
He was forced to watch the delicate thighs and perky chests of women he'd never touch. Never hold. Never feel.
And it drove him mad.
Until one day… everything changed.
He was visited by what could only be described as a goddess of lust.
Her form was unlike anything he'd ever seen, and as she whispered words he couldn't understand, he felt something shift within him.
Not his physical body… but something deeper. Something inside.
The next morning, he had awakened.
———
"Wake up, F–rank. We're about to leave for the dungeon."
Almond stirred from his sleep, the remnants of a strange dream still flickering in his mind.
The banging on the door grew louder.
"F–rank, I said wake up. Or we're leaving you behind."
It had to be his current party leader, barking orders and knocking like he owned the place.
But Almond's mind was elsewhere.
His body felt… different.
Stronger.
Could it be?
He focused on the system that lived inside the minds of every living being.
What he saw struck him to his core.
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〔Almond Lastlove〕
〔Class: Succubus〕
〔Skills: Divine Orgasm〕
〔Rank: F〕
〔Magical Items: None〕
〔Title: Lord of Pleasure〕
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Almond stared at the interface, mouth agape.
His dreams had become reality.
"I've awakened!" he shouted, leaping from his bed in nothing but his boxers. "I've actually awakened!"
"Yeah, yeah, fuck you," came the party leader's voice through the door, followed by the fading sound of retreating footsteps. "We're leaving you behind. This is why you'll never be a good hunter."
The words might have angered Almond any other day, but not now.
He had awakened.
And not through combat like most.
No. His awakening came through a dream… a dream unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
He opened his system again and began scanning its contents more carefully.
The Succubus class… I've never even heard of it before.
It had to be connected to the figure from his dream.
That goddess of lust.
He focused on the one skill he'd obtained. Its name alone filled him with excitement. He tapped deeper into its description.
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〔Divine Orgasm〕
Grants the ability to obtain new spells through bringing women to completion. The skill learned is determined by the class, rank, and race of the woman receiving the orgasm.
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"What…?"
He read it again. And again. Making sure he wasn't mistaken.
That last line didn't make sense.
Hunters were bound to the skills of their class. That was the rule.
But if this was true… he could learn and use spells from all sorts of classes, just by pleasuring women?
At first, despair washed over him.
He paced the room, wondering how on earth someone like him could pull off something so absurd.
Then, a thought struck him.
His title.
He scrolled back to check it.
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〔Lord of Pleasure〕
Granted by the Goddess of Lust, you are now her greatest disciple. Your touch has the ability to bring fervent pleasure to anyone you please.
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That was it.
Between this title and his awakening skill, Almond's ambitions began to stretch far beyond what they once were.
The ability to pleasure women with ease. The ability to learn spells through those acts.
This… this feels unfair.
With these powers, what was stopping him from reaching the highest ranks in the system?
A wide smile spread across his handsome face.
And with it, a new desire.
A desire to test his awakening.
Almond threw on his plain commoner's clothes, strapped his worn shortsword to his waist, and stepped out of the tavern where he'd been staying.
Just as expected, the party had already left him behind.
No matter.
He didn't need them anymore.
With a bit of hard work, and a lot of lust, he could become a Soloist.
A hunter who entered dungeons alone and kept all the rewards for themselves.
And it would all begin… in the quiet little village of Sharewood.
———
Sharewood was a quiet little village tucked at the edge of Valmor.
It wasn't known for powerful hunters. But that was expected to change soon.
At the heart of the sunny village stood the mage's guild.
The building was humble, yet the students it raised had gone on to become E, and even a few D-Rank spellcasters.
Inside, magic was studied. Dreams were chased. And sometimes… the unawakened came hoping to discover their spark.
"Now remember, ladies," a soft voice lectured, "this spell should only be used against true enemies, like the Horrors. If you're facing another human, elf, or similar, avoid using it at all cost."
A dozen young girls sat cross-legged on the floor, wide-eyed, hanging on every word.
At the centre stood a woman in white cleric robes.
Her skin was pale cream, with a faint, natural glow beneath the sunlight pouring in.
Her blonde hair fell in soft curls around her gentle face, framing her blue eyes like golden silk. It cascaded down her back, stopping just above the curve of her waist.
The white robes she wore were supposed to be modest.
They failed.
Though they covered her skin, the fabric hugged every inch of her figure.
Wide hips. A soft waist. And breasts so full, they looked like they were straining to escape.
The fabric wasn't thick enough to hide her nipples either. They pressed against her robes with stubborn clarity.
This was Yennifer, a B-Rank cleric, and the pride of Sharewood's mage academy.
After dismissing her students, she sighed and turned to the tall window, catching her reflection in the glass.
Her breath caught.
Her nipples were practically poking through. Again.
"Shameful," she muttered. "I should've worn a bra. What kind of example am I setting?"
Her face reddened. She reached for her staff, ready to retreat for the day.
Then—
A knock at the door.
Soft. But distinct.
She blinked.
Did one of the girls forget something?
She made her way across the room, heels tapping softly on the stone.
When she opened the door, she wasn't met with a student.
Instead, a young man stood before her.
Short. Brown-haired. His skin was smooth and his face was unusually pretty, almost delicate. Yet his eyes carried a spark.
A smile played on his lips. Relaxed. Friendly. But curious.
Yennifer's gaze dropped instinctively to his waist.
A sword.
He was a swordsman?
Her mind stuttered. Then she remembered...
Her nipples.
They were still poking through her robes!
She quickly straightened her hair to distract from her reddening cheeks.
"Can I help you, young man?" she asked, not quite meeting his gaze.
The stranger stepped forward and extended a hand.
It was soft. Far too soft for a fighter's. There wasn't a callus in sight.
"Hey," he said smoothly, "I'm Almond. F-Rank... mage. Sort of. I was wondering..."
He leaned in slightly, eyes flicking across her chest with subtle hunger.
"...if you could teach me a little magic?"
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