MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC67: Experiencing Humanity
Chapter 67: Experiencing Humanity
Gor'thala stood there calmly with her hands folded, towering over them in her magically altered dress.
West placed an item on the counter. "We'll take this and the one on her."
The cashier reached for the scanner but she missed...
Tried again.
Dropped it.
"Oh—sorry—uh—total is—wait—no—"
Her coworker elbowed her. "Focus!"
"I am focusing!"
Gor'thala leaned down slightly. "Is payment a ritual of submission?"
Both women squeaked.
West slapped a hand over his face. "No! No rituals! Just... money!"
Eventually—after scanning the item three times and charging him twice before fixing it—they escaped.
West exhaled deeply once they were outside. "I swear, I'm never shopping again."
Gor'thala tilted her head. "That experience was... informative."
---
West decided to take her everywhere that he could think of at the moment.
Street vendors... food stalls... Arcades... Parks...
He bought her ice cream.
She stared at it suspiciously. "It is frozen... dessert?"
"Yep."
She took a bite and her eyes lit up.
"...This is sorcery."
Then—
She grabbed her head. "WHY DOES MY BRAIN ACHE?"
"Brain freeze," West laughed. "Happens to everyone."
"I have endured battlefield curses with less cruelty!"
He nearly dropped his own cone laughing.
She asked questions constantly.
"Why do humans walk small animals on strings?"
"Why do they scream joyfully while falling from heights?"
"Why does this 'red, green and yellow light' command obedience?"
West answered between laughs.
At one point, she watched a couple arguing loudly.
"...Are they about to duel?" she asked.
"No, that's flirting."
"...Humans are unhinged."
They passed a bicycle rental stand.
Gor'thala eyed it. "May I ride this metal steed?"
West pictured the bike folding like paper.
"...Let's save that for later."
---
They were resting near a pavement when it happened.
"West?!"
Jax's voice rang out like a siren.
West turned just as Jax jogged over, locking onto Gor'thala immediately.
"...Woah," Jax said slowly. "Who is the hot chick?"
Smack.
West slapped the back of his head.
"Ow! What the hell, man?!"
"Lower your voice!" West hissed. "That's my summon."
Jax froze.
"...Your what?"
"Summon."
"...Your what?"
Jax finally noticed the green skin.
His soul left his body.
"...She's green."
Gor'thala looked at him calmly. "Hello, small loud man."
Jax screamed.
West dragged him away by the collar.
"Not a word," West warned. "To anyone."
Jax nodded frantically. "I—okay—yeah—sure—absolutely—no problem—your summon is terrifying."
•••
•••
Two days slipped by like water through West's fingers.
In that short span of time, his life settled into a strange new rhythm... one that involved school in the mornings, secret planning in the afternoons, and a ten-foot-tall orc warrior mage silently judging humanity from inside his soul.
West spent those two days letting Gor'thala observe.
He didn't just drag her around the city anymore. Now, he let her watch through the summon domain, through his eyes, through his senses. She learned how humans queued up for food, how they complained about prices but still paid anyway, how they stared at their phones like ancient oracles whispered secrets into glowing slabs of glass.
She asked questions. So many questions.
"Why do humans rush even when they are not being chased?"
"Why do they scream at small rectangles and smile afterward?"
"Why does that man wear shoes that glow?"
West answered when he could.
When he couldn't, he shrugged.
"Because humans are weird," he'd say.
She accepted that explanation far more easily than she should have.
West had also told her about his long-term plan casually, like he was discussing weekend chores.
"In the future," he said one evening while walking home, "when I finally create a gang, we'll be clearing ruins together."
Gor'thala's interest spiked immediately.
"A warband," she said approvingly. "I approve."
"It's not a warband," West corrected. "It's... organized chaos."
"Even better."
He also explained the one annoying limitation.
"But I have to finish high school first."
That, apparently, was where things got complicated.
"What is... high school?" Gor'thala asked.
West paused.
"...Erm... where... don't worry, you're coming with me tomorrow."
---
Gor'thala got a front-row seat to the mechanics of high-school.
She watched students pour into hallways in waves, heard bells dictate their movements like ritual drums, observed teachers command rooms full of adolescents with varying degrees of success.
At first, she was fascinated.
"Humans gather here to learn in unison," she said thoughtfully. "Efficient."
Then she noticed other things...
The cliques...
The whispering...
The subtle looks...
The casual cruelty...
Students laughing at others not because they'd done something wrong—but because they were different. Because they were weak. Because they were alone.
Her confusion returned almost immediately.
"...If this is a place of learning," Gor'thala said slowly, "why do they waste energy harming one another?"
West didn't answer right away.
"...Good question," he finally said.
She watched him walk through the halls and noticed how people greeted him, how some stared a little longer, how others whispered behind hands. Rumors clung to him like smoke.
"West might be awakened..."
"We don't know for sure..."
Whenever someone cornered him and asked outright, West only smiled lazily.
"Do I look like an awakened?"
That usually shut them up.
It wasn't fear driving him... it was timing.
He didn't want his father to know yet.
Fortunately, Mark Einstein hadn't been home through out the week unlike the last one where he was around all through.
Since Monday, his father had been buried in work again, sending only short texts.
> Will be back home on Sunday.
---
Life outside school wasn't any less complicated.
Nina had texted him again, slightly annoyed but still cheerful.
> "I'm visiting this weekend. No excuses."
West laughed and agreed.
Even Aria had been persistent.
They'd only seen each other once that week at Ash & Crème, exchanging looks that carried unfinished business.
When West told her everything he'd been up to including the orc summon, she laughed and called him ridiculous.
He asked her about Friday.
"I'll be back early from school," he said casually. "Think you'll be free?"
She paused briefly and then replied:
> I'll clear my schedule.
West sent her the new address.
This time, there would be no interruptions.
No doorbells...
No fathers...
No residential ruins...
He smiled to himself more than once that night... This time, they will finally go all the way.
---
Unfortunately, peace never lasted long.
Today at school, Caleb reappeared like a bad habit.
West spotted him during lunch break leaning against a wall with his arm wrapped tightly around Lena.
Way too tightly... Like he was afraid she'd disappear if he loosened his grip even a little.
Caleb's popularity wasn't what it used to be.
After West beat him, the whispers had turned. Some students still feared him since he was awakened, after all but the blind admiration was gone. The bootlickers remained, of course. They always did.
When someone near their table muttered, "I heard West might be awakened too—"
Caleb snapped.
"No!" he shouted, slamming his hand down. "That bastard is just a regular human! He can never be awakened!"
The sudden outburst drew attention.
Lena flinched.
The rumors were getting to Caleb... badly.
---
By the time school ended, the atmosphere turned heavier.
Caleb had heard too much.
The whispers followed him like ghosts, gnawing at his pride, twisting into paranoia.
And when paranoia met insecurity, it always looked for a target.
Lena was unlucky enough to be closest.
Caleb shoved her back against the concrete, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head.
His strength was unmatched as an awakened so no matter how badly Lena tried to free herself, it was futile.
Lena gasped in pain as her fingers turned red, then darker.
"Caleb, stop—please—"
His eyes turned bloodshot as his face twisted.
"They said he is awakened... You're going to leave me now, aren't you?" he hissed. "For him."
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Chapter 68: I'll Let You Off The Hook Today
Lena shook her head frantically. "No! I swear—"
"You whore!" he snarled. "Just because he might be awakened, you'll go back to him now, won't you?!"
Her voice broke. "That won't happen! Please, you're hurting me—"
Students nearby froze.
They saw, heard, stood there witnessing the ordeal...
However, no one moved.
Because Caleb was awakened.
Somewhere nearby, West watched from the distance while walking over.
The crowd subconciously parted the way for him as he stepped forward with his school bag slung over his shoulders.
'It's his ex, he'll definitely intervene...' They all had thoughts similar to this running through their minds.
Inside the summon domain, Gor'thala straightened.
"...Master," she said quietly, "that male appears unstable."
West didn't respond...
He just kept moving.
Lena eyes seemed to light up hopefully when she spotted West's approaching figure.
However, to everyone's surprise... West walked past her.
Lena watched him from the corner of her eye as he moved by without slowing, without turning his head, without even a flicker of recognition.
There was no anger... nor pity... or any change in expression for that matter.
Just indifference...
And somehow, that hurt more than Caleb's grip.
A hollow pit opened in her stomach as realization sank in.
He doesn't care anymore.
Not even enough to hate her.
To West, that Chapter of his life was closed... Sealed... Completely burned.
Whatever was happening to her now was, self-inflicted. She had chosen Caleb so it was time for her to bear the consequences of that choice.
Inside the summon domain, Gor'thala observed quietly. She felt no moral outrage, no urge to interfere. She was not a savior, not a hero, not bound by human sentimentality.
Her only purpose was her master's will.
West had chosen not to intervene so she did nothing.
The situation should have ended there... however, it didn't.
Because someone else stepped forward.
"S-Stop it!"
A small, trembling voice rang out.
Caleb barely registered it at first, continuing on without a single reaction.
Mira Han stood a few steps away with her fists clenched so tightly, her knuckles were white. Her legs were shaking, but she forced herself forward anyway.
"Let her go," she said, louder this time. "You're hurting her."
Caleb turned his head slowly with irritation flashing across his face like a spark hitting oil.
"...Who do you think you are?"
Mira swallowed, but she didn't back away. She reached out, trying to grab his arm.
"Please—"
Caleb shoved her.
Unprepared for the strength behind that casual shove, Mira was sent stumbling backwards.
She cried out as she hit the ground, scraping her palm and elbow against the rough concrete. A sharp sting shot up her arm.
Gasps rippled through the nearby students.
Mira stayed down for half a second.
Then she pushed herself back up.
Her knees were shaking. Tears blurred her vision. But she rushed in again, grabbing at Caleb's sleeve with both hands.
"Stop it!" she cried. "You can't do this!"
That was when Caleb snapped.
His face twisted as fury overtook.
"How dare you touch me!" he roared and raised his arm, sending a backhanded strike towards Mira's face.
As an awakened, if it landed, Mira would have been sent flying.
However, it never landed.
The earth shattering impact Mira expected even after her eyes closed halfway flinching, never came.
This was because, a hand had appeared out of nowhere and clamped around Caleb's wrist mid-swing, stopping it cold.
The impact cracked through the air like a gunshot.
Caleb froze.
So did everyone else.
West stood there with his grip iron-tight and his eyes unamused.
"So now you're a woman beater," West said calmly. "Didn't think you'd sink that low."
Caleb's pupils shrank.
Fear flashed across his face before he could stop it.
West.
He'd been relieved earlier when West walked away. Relieved enough to keep pushing, keep spiraling.
But now West was here.
And suddenly, Caleb couldn't breathe properly.
"Mind your business," Caleb snapped, trying to sound confident.
His voice cracked halfway through but West didn't let go.
Instead, he stepped forward and pulled Mira gently against his side, wrapping one arm around her shoulders in a protective gesture that felt instinctive.
"This is my business," West replied coolly. "Feel free to treat your girlfriend however you like—"
Lena flinched at the words.
"—but don't go putting your STD-infected hands on my friend."
The surrounding students sucked in a collective breath.
Caleb's face flushed red.
"You—!" he yelled. "An unawakened has no right to tell me what to do!"
West tilted his head slightly, unimpressed.
"Oh?" he said. "Funny. You sounded pretty confident last time too."
Caleb stiffened.
West leaned in just enough for only Caleb to hear.
"What if I gave you a taste of the same medicine you gave me back then in the cafeteria..."
Caleb didn't even get to reply before West suddenly grabbed him by the hair and shoved him downward while raising one knee.
Bam!
A knee to the face, sent Caleb's nose twisting the other way as blood burst out of his face.
"Arrghhh!"
He groaned in pain but West didn't stop there...
West proceeded to pull him down by the hair and press his face down to the very ground.
"Now how does it feel to be the same as everyone else... trampled on the ground like a completely valueless piece of trash?"
Caleb was breathing heavily now... he spotted the looks of disgust from everyone in the surroundings and it scrambled his brain.
He momentarily forgot how to activate his branch as West kept his lips pressed directly onto the ground for a couple of seconds.
Caleb had never felt humiliation sting this badly.
"You are... nothing... I am... I am..."
Caleb struggled to form a single coherent sentence.
West strength was way beyond what he expected... he felt like he was being pressed down by a mountain.
Just when it felt like he was about to sink into the ground from the force, West suddenly released his grip.
"Oh right... I have somewhere to be," as soon as he stepped back, Caleb jumped to his feet with dust and blood smeared across his face.
He gritted his teeth in fury as he took on a battle stance. "How dare you?! You little piece of shit! I'll teach you a lesson today!"
"Relax," West murmured upon noticing that Caleb was about to activate his branch. "I'll give you a rematch later if you feel like replaying today's humiliation but not right now. Some people actually have jobs... unlike you."
The fear came back instantly.
Caleb took another step back. Despite being free now, he wasn't even confident that he could take West on even if he activated his branch.
"Tch," he scoffed, forcing a laugh and wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I'll let you off the hook today."
No one believed him.
"Next time," Caleb continued, backing away, "I'll teach you a lesson."
With that, he turned and stormed off.
Lena stood there, shaking with tears streaming down her face now that the danger had passed.
She turned toward West.
"Th-thank you," she said softly. "I—"
"I didn't do it for you," West said coldly.
The words hit harder than any slap.
Lena's lips parted, but no sound came out.
Without looking back, West walked away with Mira, leaving Lena alone in the middle of the gathered crowd.
-"Damn, Caleb really got his ass handed to him again today."
-"Brother is so shameless that he claimed to have let West off the hook."
-"Got it all recorded on video. Posting it on all social platforms right now."
-"Yo why is West so strong though? This shit ain't normal!"
Voices of the crowd overlapped in the background even after West had already exited the school with Mira.
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC69: You Don't Have A Choice
Chapter 69: You Don't Have A Choice
Outside the school gates, the noise faded.
West crouched down in front of Mira and gently inspected her scraped palm and elbow.
"Hold still," he said.
"I—I'm fine," Mira mumbled as her face burned red. "It's really nothing."
"You're bleeding," West replied matter-of-factly.
He pulled out a tissue, cleaned the scrape carefully, then pressed it lightly.
Mira stared at him the entire time.
"...Do you have a habit of not minding your business?" West asked suddenly.
She blinked. "A-Are you mad at me?"
"No," he said honestly. "But I would've preferred not to interfere."
Mira's composure cracked.
Tears welled up again, spilling over as she clutched the front of her uniform.
"My dad used to beat my mom," her voice broke as she said in a rush.
West froze.
"I was always too scared," words tumbled out as she continued. "I'd hide. I'd watch from the corner. I never did anything. Never said anything. And it kept happening... and happening..."
Her shoulders shook.
"And then she died."
West exhaled slowly.
"That wasn't your fault," he said quietly. "You were a kid. What could you have done?"
Mira shook her head fiercely.
"If I had been brave even once," she sobbed, "if I hadn't been such a coward... it could've made a difference."
West reached out and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"You weren't a coward," he said firmly. "You survived."
Mira leaned forward suddenly, pressing her forehead against his chest.
"I've never told anyone," she whispered.
West hesitated for half a second.
Then he wrapped his arms around her and held her.
---
To cheer her up, West dragged her to Ash & Crème.
Jax spotted them immediately.
"Whoa," he said. "Who's the cute girl?"
West elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ow! Worth it," Jax laughed.
West served Mira ice cream and cake—extra scoops, extra toppings.
"All on the house," he said.
By the time he walked her to the bus station, she was smiling again.
When West returned to work, Jax didn't let him hear the end of it.
"So," Jax smirked, "saving girls, hugging girls, feeding girls—orc mommy, Aria mommy... busy day, huh?"
West sighed.
"...You're exhausting."
Jax grinned wider.
"Yeah, but you love me."
•••
•••
Friday arrived in a flash and at school the next day, an announcement hit the classroom like a dropped matchstick in dry grass.
"—an official excursion in two weeks' time," the teacher finished, tapping the board for emphasis. "Classes 3A through 3D only. Destination: Red Valor City. Specifically—the Eternal Ruins."
For a split second, there was silence.
Then the room exploded.
"What? The Eternal Ruins?!"
"No way, that place has great cultural significance!"
"Bro, do you know how many awakeners died there? But fortunately, its all cleared out now..."
"Wait—we get to go?"
Slips were passed down the rows, thin white papers that somehow weighed a ton in everyone's hands. Permission forms. Parent signatures. Liability disclaimers written in fonts so small they screamed we warned you.
West stared at the paper on his desk, unreadable to him for a moment.
Eternal Ruins...
He was interested in checking it out even though everything of value had been long scraped out. There were no creatures, no loot, no nothing. It was just said to be opened eternally and happened to be one of the first ever ruins.
At lunch, the topic consumed everything.
Mira sat beside West today, with Nina across from them and a couple of others crowding the table. Trays were barely touched. Phones were out. Rumors flew faster than facts.
"They say there's still an active layer," someone whispered.
"My cousin said there are relics that mess with your head."
"I heard awakeners from Red Valor guard it now."
Mira leaned closer to West, eyes bright but nervous. "You think it's safe?"
West shrugged. "It has existed for over a century. I don't see why not."
She pouted slightly. "That's not reassuring."
Nina snorted. "Nothing about ruins is reassuring."
The bell rang, cutting the chatter short, but the excitement didn't die... it just went underground, simmering through the rest of the classes.
For West, though, his thoughts kept drifting somewhere else entirely.
Aria was coming over today and he couldn't wait to see her.
By the time the final bell rang, West was already packing his bag with speed.
"See you later!" Nina called.
Mira waved too. "Text me, okay?"
West nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
He was almost at the school gate when a familiar presence made the hairs on his neck stand up.
"West."
He stopped as Caleb stepped into his path.
West sighed. "Out of my way."
He shifted to the side but a hand slammed into his chest, stopping him in place.
"Running?" Caleb sneered. "I'm just taking you up on your rematch offer."
West's eyes flicked down and paused on a mark...
There was a tattoo on Caleb's arm.
'So he joined a gang,' West realized, understanding where the newfound confidence came from.
He looked up slowly. "Later. I've got plans."
Caleb laughed harder this time with an extremely arrogant look.
"You don't have a choice."
Three figures stepped out almost simultaneously—one from the left, one from the right, one from behind...
All wearing dark purple jackets...
All bearing the same tattoo...
All awakened with their branches already activated.
A crowd began to form.
Students slowed, phones came out and whispers spread.
"Oh shit..."
"That's a gang..."
Lena pushed through the onlookers with panic written all over her face. "Caleb, no! You don't have to do this—please!"
Caleb shoved her aside without even looking.
She hit the ground hard.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
West's expression darkened.
The three newcomers cracked their necks casually.
The first was a tall, lean guy with slicked-back hair and a lazy grin.
Blue light coiled around his arms, forming glowing chains that clinked softly like metal.
The second was stockier with cropped hair and a perpetual scowl. He slapped his palms together and air popped between his hands, compressing violently.
The third was pale and sharp-eyed. He reached into his abdomen and pulled out a glowing violet blade as if drawing it from thin air. The sword vibrated ominously.
Icarus, the one with blue glowing chains wrapped around his arm, tilted his head. "So this is the dude? He doesn't look impressive."
Caleb cracked his neck as his body began to change while he activated his branch.
His veins turned darker and his skin toughened.
"Careful," Caleb said. "Don't let him cheap-shot you. He's a useless nobody who relies on sneak attacks."
The crowd around erupted into whispers and chatters.
-"Four gang members against one unawakened person?"
-"Well, West is definitely doomed for sure now."
-"What a pity..."
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Chapter 70: YOU'RE NOT EVEN AWAKENED!
The school courtyard had never felt this tense before.
Students gathered in a wide circle with their phones raised as whispers spread like wildfire through dry grass.
Most of them still believed that West wasn't even awakened.
West Einstein stood calmly at the center with his bag hanging loosely from one shoulder. His expression was relaxed as if he wasn't surrounded by danger.
Caleb stood directly in front of him, already transformed.
His body had grown grotesquely large, over seven feet tall with muscles bulging unnaturally beneath his skin.
Veins pulsed like thick cables across his neck and arms as his eyes glowed red with feral intensity. Glowing lines extended from one eye to the other and then straight down to his jawline as scales appeared on his arms and legs.
Behind him stood the other three.
Icarus...
Bront...
Vyre...
All clad in dark purple jackets, representing their gang.
The murmurs from the crowd grew louder.
"Isn't West unawakened?"
"Why are four awakened attacking him?"
"That's insane..."
"That's overkill..."
Icarus tilted his head slightly as his glowing blue chains dangled lazily from his fingers.
"...He isn't awakened?"
His voice carried quiet disbelief.
He looked at Caleb, then at West before clicking his tongue.
"Tch."
He stepped back.
Bront and Vyre glanced at him.
Icarus waved his hand dismissively.
"This is pathetic."
He turned slightly, walking a few steps away.
"I refuse to gang up on an unawakened. That's shameful."
Bront smirked and followed his lead, crossing his arms.
Vyre sighed and rested his glowing sword over his shoulder.
They weren't worried... instead their faces had gone from excited to bored in a second. They thought Caleb had brought them here to deal with some super strong awakened but finding that West being a regular person was a let down.
Icarus spoke again with a condescending tone.
"Caleb."
"Handle it."
"And do it quickly."
Bront added with a chuckle,
"Seriously... why did you even need help for this?"
Vyre scoffed.
"Don't waste our time."
Caleb's face contorted.
Their words cut deeper than any blade.
This was supposed to be his moment of redemption.
His moment to reclaim his dignity.
And instead, they were treating him like a joke. He recalled how West had gotten the jump on him in their first confrontation but after thinking about it for a while, he realized that there was no way West could possibly defeat him... not while he had successfully activated his branch.
West didn't say a word... he simply moved, vanishing from his standing position and appeared directly in front of Caleb.
Before anyone could react—
BOOM.
His fist crashed into Caleb's face.
The sound was sickening.
Caleb's massive body lifted off the ground and flew, spinning across the air uncontrollably.
He crashed violently across the courtyard floor before rolling several meters.
The entire crowd froze and the surroundings immediately turned silent.
Even Icarus' lazy expression cracked.
"...What?"
Caleb lay there for a moment, stunned as his vision blurred.
His skull rang violently as he tasted blood.
'Did his punch get even stronger? How??? That... how could an ordinary person send me flying with a single punch?!! How?! How?!'
Humiliation flooded his mind like poison.
Icarus' voice snapped him out of it.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
His voice thundered across the courtyard.
"DO NOT EMBARRASS OUR GANG!"
Caleb's teeth clenched as his hands slammed into the ground.
He jumped to his feet with rage burning in his eyes.
He roared and charged forward sending a massive fist toward West's head.
Fwwhwooopp~
West leaned slightly towards the left and the punch missed.
West's counter came instantly, sending another fist flying forward but Caleb was prepared this time.
Their fists collided.
BOOM.
A small wind wave of breeze burst outward but Caleb was the one who slid back.
One foot...
Then another...
Soon his feet was grinding across the ground.
His eyes widened....
'Impossible. Even in my transformed state?'
He attacked again.
Faster...
Harder...
Sending out punch after punch after punch but West was faster.
He weaved through the blows effortlessly and each time their fists met—
Caleb slid back.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Despite being over seven feet tall.
Despite his transformation.
Despite his awakened strength.
He was losing the physical exchange.
Icarus frowned.
Bront straightened slightly.
Vyre narrowed his eyes.
This wasn't normal.
Caleb roared in frustration and slammed his palms together.
BOOM!
A violent shockwave erupted outward and West was sent flying backward.
He hit the ground and rolled.
Caleb grinned because this was one of the abilities his transformation carried. He just waited till the right time to use it, letting West think all he had was physical strength.
However, to his surprise West stood to his feet barely ruffled up.
'Oh? Looks like the chalice is starting to take effect... I bet that would have done way more damage if I haven't drank from the chalice three times already...'
Caleb attacked again.
Clap—
BOOM.
A shockwave swept across the surroundings again but this time, West had already moved out of its Area of Effect.
Although, the attack didn't do much damage, he wasn't about to keep letting himself get hit or he'd eventually lose the fight.
He leapt towards the side, twisted mid-air and landed smoothly.
Caleb charged forward and clapped his hands again.
BOOM.
Another shockwave ruptured outwards but West wasn't there.
Caleb's eyes widened as West appeared behind him.
A fist drove into Caleb's spine.
CRACK.
Caleb's massive body was launched forward violently.
He hadn't even recovered when West appeared again, swinging his leg forward.
A kick slammed into Caleb's face, sending him hurling across the air again.
BOOM.
Caleb crashed directly into Bront and both of them stumbled.
The crowd erupted into gasps.
Icarus' expression darkened as he stood to his feet from where he was seated initially.
He stepped forward with his blue glowing chains rattling violently.
He grabbed Caleb by the collar and shoved him aside.
"You useless idiot."
His eyes burned with anger as he turned his head slightly.
"Vyre."
"Show this fool how it's done."
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Chapter 71: So Is West Awakened Or Not?
Vyre grinned while stretching his glowing violet sword toward West who was standing up ahead, staring at them with an unbothered expression.
He moved instantly with a burst of speed and slashed.
A glowing arc of violet energy tore through the air toward West.
Fwwhiiiii~
West leaned sideways.
The arc sliced through the ground behind him, carving a deep trench.
Vyre attacked again.
Slash.
Slash.
Slash.
Energy arcs flew relentlessly.
West moved, dodging the attacks to the best of his abilities.
Every strike missed by inches causing Vyre to narrow his eyes.
He raised his sword overhead, preparing a stronger attack.
West suddenly accelerated at this precise moment, vanishing from Vyre's sight.
Vyre's pupils shrank.
'Too fast...'
A fist appeared directly in front of his face.
He didn't even see it coming.
BOOM.
His face imploded inward from the impact causing teeth to explode from his mouth.
Blood sprayed into the air as his body lifted and flew several feet across the air.
He spun repeatedly and crashed violently across the courtyard floor unmoving.
Silence returned as the students stared in absolute disbelief.
One awakened defeated.
Caleb beaten repeatedly.
And West...
Was still standing there calmly.
Not even breathing hard.
Icarus stared at him now with interest. The look of disdain had completely vanished from his face.
Phones were up with voices layered over each other, like the whole school had become one giant mouth that couldn't stop talking.
"West is actually insane!"
"Bro, that other dude got folded!"
"Caleb got punched like a shopping cart!"
"Wait—so is West awakened or not?!"
Icarus didn't rush in.
He stared at West, then at Vyre on the ground, then back at West again like his eyes needed to confirm reality.
His chains dangled loosely from his hands, glowing blue and crackling faintly, like they were impatient.
"...You awakened?" Icarus asked slowly, "No way you just beat two awakened up."
West didn't answer the question.
He didn't even nod.
He glanced at the crowd, glanced at the phones, glanced back at Icarus like the whole situation was a minor inconvenience.
Then he sighed.
"You lot are delaying me," he said while rolling his shoulders. "I have somewhere to be."
His gaze sharpened slightly, like a blade being pulled from a sheath.
"Don't waste any more of my time. Come and get your share of ass whooping."
The crowd made a sound at once—half laughter, half shock.
Someone yelled, "HE SAID ASS WHOOPING!"
Another voice: "WEST IS HIM!"
A teacher's faint scream came from far away: "WHO IS RECORDING THIS—STOP—"
Icarus' face twitched.
That twitch became a scowl.
His pride didn't like being spoken to that way, not by some guy the school still couldn't even decide was awakened or not.
"Just because you managed to beat them by some luck," Icarus snapped, "doesn't mean you'll do the same with me."
West's eyes said: Talk less.
Icarus' eyes said: Bet.
The glowing chains snapped outward.
WHIP—
The air sizzled as they cut through it.
West spun sideways, barely dodging, and the chains slapped the ground hard enough to crack it. He took a step forward to close in—
But the chains bent back like they had minds of their own.
West's brows lifted just slightly.
"Okay," he muttered. "That's annoying."
The chains whipped again, curving mid-flight, trying to catch his ribs.
West twisted away and in the process, his shirt brushed against the crackling blue light by inches.
He tried to rush in with a kick to the torso after evading but Icarus flicked his wrist.
The chains snapped sideways at a ridiculous angle.
SLAP—
The metal-light lash smacked into West's side even though West had already moved.
He barely got his left arm up to block at the last moment, but the impact still threw him.
He slid across the ground on his shoes with his arm raised and his teeth clenched.
When he stopped, a thick steamed bruise bloomed across his forearm like heat rising off it like a kettle.
West stared at his arm, then stared at Icarus.
"...So it's like that," he said quietly.
Icarus smiled, satisfied, like he'd finally made West "look human."
"That's right," Icarus said, lifting his chains again. "Now you're paying attention."
West exhaled and then he launched himself forward again.
Icarus didn't retreat.
He spun the chains vigorously, turning them into a circular blur of blue light, like a living barrier.
Every time West tried to enter—
WHIP. WHIP. WHIP.
The chains slapped his shoulders, grazed his ribs, caught his thigh once, struck his side again.
Every strike kept him back and bruised his body.
West's shoes squeaked as he shifted and pivoted, trying to find an opening that didn't exist.
The crowd flinched at every hit.
"OHHH!"
"NAH THAT CHAIN IS CHEATING!"
"WEST MOVE!"
West bit down a groan and snapped his head toward Icarus with a look that said: I'm going to make you regret being smug.
Icarus saw that look and laughed.
"Still confident?" he mocked, sweeping his chains out again, aiming to wrap West completely this time.
West ducked, rolled and shifted.
He was evading, evading, evading— but also drifting.
Unnoticeably...
Step by step...
He wasn't just avoiding...
He was repositioning.
Icarus didn't notice because he was too busy enjoying himself.
West backed toward a pillar near the edge of the courtyard. It was one of those thick concrete supports for a raised walkway. He stopped beside it, breathing evenly with focused eyes.
Icarus lashed again, sweeping his chains wide and nearly wrapping around West's torso.
West ducked at the last instant.
The chains flew past him and—
CLACK.
They wrapped around the pillar, hooking and knotting on themselves, tightening like a snake constricting prey.
Icarus pulled his wrist back instinctively to retract them but the chains didn't move.
His grin faded as he pulled harder but still nothing.
"...What?"
West lifted his head slowly, with that an irritating "gotcha" look.
"Thanks for borrowing me your leash," West said, and before Icarus could process the insult—
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Chapter 72: Teamwork?
West launched forward with his fist cocked back, straight in Icarus's direction.
He was about to reach Icarus and plant a punch right into his dignity—
When...
BOOM!
A detonation burst in front of West's face.
Air compressed violently and the force slapped him mid-charge, sending him flying sideways like he'd been hit by an invisible truck.
He crashed and rolled causing the crowd to scream.
Bront stepped forward with his palms slightly apart and his eyes glowing faintly.
He looked smug even with a busted lip due to Caleb's body ramming into him earlier.
"Careful," Bront said, like he was giving friendly advice. "You almost landed something."
Icarus snapped his head toward Bront, then grinned.
"Thanks," he said sharply. "We got him now."
West pushed himself up on one knee, shaking his head once.
He glanced at the pillar, then back at Icarus.
"What happened to taking care of it yourself," West muttered. "Of course you can't trust the word of gangsters."
Bront scoffed. "It's called teamwork."
West looked at him deadpan.
"It's called jumping."
Some students laughed, immediately regretted it when Bront glared at the crowd.
Icarus yanked his arm again with more force.
The chains finally moved as the pillar broke apart.
CRRRAACK!
Concrete exploded in chunks causing dust and fragments to rain. Students nearest the pillar screamed and scattered like pigeons.
"WHAT THE—!"
"RUN!"
"MY PHONE—!"
Icarus didn't care.
He ripped the chains free, then snapped them toward West again.
This time, he aimed low.
West shifted to evade but Bront detonated another pocket of air just off to West's side, forcing him to step exactly where Icarus wanted.
The chains wrapped around West's legs tightly and electric jolts surged through the chains.
West's body seized for a fraction of a second as pain spiked, sharp and sizzling.
He gritted his teeth so hard his jaw creaked.
The smell of scorched fabric hit the air.
Icarus swung his arm and West's body lifted off the ground.
The crowd screamed again as West was flung across the courtyard—
He slammed into a wall.
BAM!
The impact shook the brickwork.
West fell to the ground with his breath knocked out of him.
He stared at his legs, spotting scorch marks, charred lines across his pants. His red skin was showing through.
"Another new uniform gone..."
He sucked in air and stood anyway.
His eyes were darker now.
Icarus grinned wider.
"That's more like it," he said. "Now stay down."
A voice echoed in West's mind, calm and deep like a warrior speaking from behind a throne.
~"Master... would you like for me to intervene?"~
West wiped blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
"No," he muttered quietly.
"But Master—"
"I said no."
She paused briefly and then, in her stoic tone, she responded: "...As you command."
West exhaled and rolled his shoulders again, as if resetting his body and then he charged.
This time, the fight changed.
Because West stopped trying to win with pure speed.
He stopped trying to "out-move" the chains and detonations.
He started trying to trap the trappers.
Icarus whipped his chains.... Bront detonated air pockets.
West dodged... slid... bent... rolled...
But the detonations were timed like landmines.
Every time he came close to Icarus—
BOOM.
Every time he tried to flank—
WHIP.
Pain kissed his skin repeatedly and his breathing grew heavier but his eyes stayed sharp.
He needed one opening.
One moment.
And then West suddenly did something different.
He forced his way in close despite the detonations, taking a near-miss that singed his cheek.
Bront's palms came together again, ready to detonate another air pocket right at West's face—
But West's eyes suddenly flashed as he lifted his hand—
And used Gor'thala's magic.
[ Verdant Bloom Activated ]
A greenish glow flickered across his fingers as the ground beneath Bront erupted with thick, living roots.
They shot up like snakes, wrapping around Bront's legs, torso, arms... tightening until his palms couldn't clap.
Bront's eyes widened in horror.
"What the—?!"
"Surprise," West said.
Bront struggled but the roots tightened even further.
He tried to force an air detonation but he couldn't clap...
He couldn't channel properly...
He was stuck.
West turned immediately to Icarus who swung his chains toward West.
West didn't dodge... he grabbed them outrightly.
The chains crackled violently as electricity surged through West's arms like molten needles. His muscles clenched and his teeth bared but he held on.
Icarus wasn't expecting that.
"Are you stu—?!"
Before he could complete his sentence, West yanked hard with all his might.
Icarus stumbled forward uncontrollably—
And West's uppercut was already loaded.
BOOM.
A clean uppercut landed on Icarus's chin, snapping his head back.
Teeth flew as his body lifted off the ground and crashed across the courtyard in a humiliating roll.
The crowd erupted into screams and laughter.
"HE UPPERCUT HIM!"
"NAHHHH!"
"ICARUS JUST GOT SENT TO THE CLOUDS!"
West released the chains with a sharp breath as his hands trembled from the electricity.
He turned toward Bront, who was still trapped and cursing like his vocabulary had been waiting his whole life for this moment.
Bront's eyes widened upon noticing West's calm approach.
"Wait—wait—wait—"
West raised his hand and slapped Bront...
It wasn't even a punch.
It was a disrespectful, heavy, teacher-like slap.
SMACK!
Bront spun in the air like a malfunctioning toy and crashed down several meters away, sliding to a stop with his dignity left behind him on the floor.
West stood there, breathing hard now.
His body was bruised, scorched and exhausted.
He dropped to one knee briefly, putting his palm on the ground and catching his breath.
His vision blurred for half a second but he smiled anyway.
"Went better than expected," he muttered.
He didn't notice the silhouette behind him.
Didn't notice the footsteps...
Because pain and adrenaline can make a person forget the most basic rule of fights:
Never relax when your enemy is still breathing.
A shadow had arrived right behind him...
He had crawled back into the scene like a roach with a grudge.
His face was swollen... his pride was shattered and his eyes were wild.
And in his hands was Vyre's glowing violet sword.
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Chapter 73: I Will Make You My Apprentice
The blade throbbed with branch energy like it wanted blood.
Caleb lifted it with both hands, staggering slightly from his injuries, but driven by pure hate.
West was still on one knee breathing heavily.
Caleb's lips curled.
"Die," he hissed and he thrust the glowing violet sword forward—
Straight toward West's back.
CLANG.
The sound rang out like metal striking an immovable mountain.
The glowing violet sword had stopped.
Not because Caleb lacked strength...
Not because West moved...
But because something had appeared between them.
It was Gor'thala.
She stood tall and immovable with her massive ten-foot frame blocking the blade completely. The violet sword had managed to puncture her skin but only barely. The tip sank in less than half an inch, drawing a faint line of green blood that glowed softly before sealing almost immediately.
Her golden eyes turned downward slowly and what filled them was not pain...
It was wrath.
Caleb's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What... what the hell—"
He never finished.
Gor'thala's arm moved, sending a simple backhand slap forward...
But the force behind it—
BOOM.
The sound alone made the crowd flinch.
Caleb's entire body left the ground instantly, spinning uncontrollably through the air like discarded trash. His transformation flickered and collapsed mid-flight as his seven-foot monstrous form shrunk rapidly back to his normal human size.
His consciousness abandoned him completely as his body flew over forty feet.
And then—
CRASH.
He smashed straight through the wall of a nearby structure, embedding halfway into it like a broken decoration.
Dust exploded outward as the concrete cracked around his limp frame and Caleb did not move again.
Not even a twitch.
The surroundings fell silent...
Phones that had been recording trembled in people's hands.
Someone whispered weakly, "She... she just..."
"...slapped him..."
"...through a wall..."
Gor'thala stepped forward calmly, pulling the violet sword from her skin as if it were nothing more than a splinter. The wound had already closed completely.
Her staff materialized in her hand instantly and then morphed, transforming into a massive, elegant sword that buzzed with ancient magic.
She raised it.
"I am here," she voiced with a calm and absolute tone, "to vanquish the enemies of my master."
Her gaze locked onto Caleb's unconscious body embedded in the wall.
"None shall survive."
She began walking toward him.
Each step carried the quiet inevitability of execution.
The crowd felt it.
That this wasn't intimidation.
This wasn't posturing.
This was real.
She would kill him.
Without hesitation.
Without remorse.
She raised the sword.
And swung but a loud voice rang out before she could strike.
"Stop."
West's voice cut through the air.
The blade froze inches from Caleb's neck.
Gor'thala turned her head slightly with her golden eyes settling on West.
"Master?" she asked.
West had pushed himself fully to his feet now. His body still ached, bruised, scorched, and battered but his eyes remained calm.
He walked toward her slowly.
"In as much as I wouldn't mind Caleb being wiped out of existence," West said calmly, "I can't allow it."
Gor'thala blinked once as a rare expression of confusion flickered across her face.
"Master... wants his enemies to live?"
West exhaled.
"This isn't about mercy," he said. "It's about consequences."
He glanced around at the broken courtyard. The destroyed pillar. The cracked wall. The unconscious bodies.
"Killing him would bring gang issues I'm not ready to deal with right now."
Gor'thala studied him and then lowered her sword.
"As you command."
She returned to his side instantly.
The crowd erupted into whispers.
"He just stopped her..."
"She listens to him..."
"Is that his summon?! He's a summoner?"
"Bro... West is actually insane..."
A slow clap suddenly echoed from ahead.
"You won't need to worry about consequences," a voice said calmly, "if you join Iron Chain."
Everyone turned and spotted three figures approaching.
At their center was Raze Calder.
His blazing iron chain tattoo burned faintly against his neck, glowing beneath his collar like a brand of ownership.
Two other Iron Chain members walked beside him, both Tier 1 awakened judging by the faint branch energy radiating from their bodies.
Raze surveyed the battlefield calmly.
His eyes took in everything.
The unconscious gang members.
The destroyed surroundings and finally...
Gor'thala.
"...Impressive," he said quietly.
The crowd murmured louder.
"That's Iron Chain..."
"They're actually here..."
"Not for Caleb this time for sure..."
West stared at him flatly.
"Why is Iron Chain here?" West asked.
Raze smiled faintly.
"You know why."
He stepped closer.
"Do you have an answer now?"
The meaning was clear.
Join them.
West opened his mouth to reply but another voice interrupted.
"So you're a summoner..."
The voice was smooth, confident and powerful.
"...figures."
Everyone turned again and the moment they saw her—
The air itself seemed to grow heavier.
She walked forward with an authoritative bearing and her long dark hair flowing freely behind her. Her face was uncovered now...
She wasn't wearing any mask or concealment and her beauty struck like a weapon.
She was cold, bossy and perfect... many male students in the background visibly gushed.
"It's Miss Zu Li!"
"Leader of the Dragon Fang Gang."
"Oh my gosh, she is so hot I'd let her use me as a welcome mat!"
"Get in line buddy..."
Voices rang out from the background.
Being one of the most powerful gangs in the city, Miss Zu Li's presence raised things to a whole new level.
Behind her stood several gang members and the familiar suited assistant.
The moment the Iron Chain members saw her, they faltered.
Even Raze's expression tightened.
"...Dragon Fang," one of the iron chain gang members whispered.
"What is she doing here..."
Zu Li stopped several meters away from West and her eyes swept over him... then Gor'thala.
Then the unconscious awakened around him.
Her lips curved slightly.
"I was already interested in you," she voiced with sharpened gaze.
"But seeing you defeat four Tier 1 awakened without using your summon..."
Her smile deepened.
"...confirms it."
The crowd held its breath as Zu Li spoke clearly.
"I will make you my apprentice."
The words exploded through the surroundings like a bomb.
"WHAT?!"
"Apprentice?!"
"DRAGON FANG?!"
"That's insane!"
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Chapter 74: I'll Just Go
Dragon Fang wasn't just powerful...
They were elite.
Their members were feared citywide.
To be personally taken as apprentice by Zu Li herself—
That was beyond rare.
That was destiny-level opportunity.
Even the Iron Chain members looked shaken but Raze didn't step back.
If anything, his resolve hardened.
If someone like Zu Li wanted West...
Then West's value was even greater than they'd imagined.
"You can't have him," Raze said firmly and all eyes turned to him.
Raze met Zu Li's gaze directly.
"The Iron Chain Gang already has claim on him."
Zu Li raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
Her tone carried faint amusement.
"And when," she asked calmly, "did he agree to belong to you?"
Raze didn't answer immediately because he couldn't.
West hadn't agreed.
But before the tension could escalate—
Another voice rang out.
"Well, well... looks like I came at the right time."
Everyone turned again.
This time it was Ross approaching.
He approached with several Black Furnace gang members behind him, their dark uniforms unmistakable.
Ross had originally come for a completely different reason.
He wanted to talk to West about Aria.
He wanted to ask West for advice because she had been avoiding him and acting distant.
Since West was supposed to be her brother, he believed a few tips could point him in the right direction.
However, when he arrived and saw the destruction...
Saw the unconscious awakened...
Saw Gor'thala...
Saw Zu Li...
He understood immediately.
West was valuable...
Extremely valuable.
Ross stepped forward confidently.
"I think," Ross said smoothly, "West will prefer to join family."
He looked at West.
"You are Aria's brother after all."
He spread his arms slightly.
"You belong with Black Furnace."
The crowd lost its mind.
"BLACK FURNACE TOO?!"
"THREE GANGS?!"
"THIS IS INSANE!"
Iron Chain.
Dragon Fang.
Black Furnace.
Three gangs.
All standing there.
All claiming him.
All wanting him.
West stood there silently, watching three gangs argue over him like he was property.
All he wanted to do was vanish and get to where he was headed but he hadn't found an opening yet.
Raze spoke first.
"Iron Chain discovered him first."
Ross scoffed.
"He's family."
Zu Li didn't raise her voice but when she spoke—
They both went quiet.
"He is mine," she said simply.
They both gritted their teeth... she was obviously way too powerful for them to contend with but the decision laid with West.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Raze from Iron Chain crossed his arms. Ross from Black Furnace adjusted his collar, trying to maintain composure. Zu Li stood with effortless authority, her calm gaze never leaving West.
And then, almost simultaneously—
They all spoke.
"Make your decision," Raze said firmly.
"You belong with us," Ross added smoothly.
Zu Li said nothing at first but her eyes alone carried the weight of expectation.
The pressure was suffocating.
Every eye in the courtyard turned toward West.
Students.
Gang members.
Bystanders.
Everyone waited.
Seconds passed.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
Fifteen seconds.
No response.
Zu Li frowned slightly.
Something was wrong.
Her instincts sharpened instantly as she turned around to look closer.
And then she realized, West wasn't there.
Her eyes narrowed.
"...He's gone."
"What?" Ross snapped while turning around.
Raze spun sharply too and sure enough—
West Einstein had vanished.
The exact spot where he had been standing was empty.
The crowd erupted instantly.
"WHERE DID HE GO?!"
"HE JUST DISAPPEARED?!"
"NO WAY!"
Raze cursed under his breath.
"Find him!"
Ross immediately barked at his men.
"Spread out!"
Zu Li didn't shout.
She simply turned and then, moved.
—
Several blocks away.
West held tightly as wind roared past his ears.
He was on Gor'thala's back and she was moving incredibly fast.
Her massive legs carried her across rooftops and streets with effortless power. Each step covered enormous distance and she wasn't even using magic.
This was her natural speed.
West leaned low, gripping her shoulders tightly.
"Go, go, go!" he muttered.
Behind them, distant shouts echoed.
"They're escaping!"
"DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY!"
Gor'thala didn't look back.
"Master," she said calmly, "they pursue."
"I know," West replied.
He glanced behind them briefly.
Vehicles were already starting to appear in the distance.
Gang vehicles.
Fast ones.
Zu Li herself wasn't using vehicles.
She was leaping from building to building.
Each leap carrying her across entire streets like gravity meant nothing to her.
West swallowed... she was too fast.
"Gor'thala," he said.
She nodded slightly.
"I understand."
Her body leaned forward slightly.
Magic gathered around her legs as faint green aura flared.
"Charge."
BOOM.
The world blurred as she accelerated instantaneously.
The ground shattered behind her as she launched forward like a missile, crossing entire city blocks in seconds.
Wind screamed past them violently as buildings became streaks of color.
West's eyes widened.
"Holy—"
He barely finished the thought before they had already crossed several kilometers.
Behind them, the gang vehicles had only just begun to move.
Zu Li stopped mid-leap, landing on a rooftop.
Her eyes narrowed.
"...Acceleration skill," she murmured.
She watched the empty horizon.
West was gone... completely gone.
Her lips curved slightly.
"...Interesting."
—
~ Thirty minutes earlier ~
Aria stood outside West's apartment door with her finger hovering over the doorbell again.
She pressed it.
Ding dong.
Silence.
She frowned.
"...He should be back by now."
She stepped back slightly, folding her arms.
She wore a tight cream-colored crop top that hugged her body perfectly, leaving a small strip of her smooth midriff exposed and shorts. Despite, the casualness of her dressing, she still looked incredibly beautiful and hot with her pink long hair swaying gently.
Her heart beat faster than usual...
West had been running through her mind all morning... She had anticipated it today long before it ever came... imagined it...
And now—
He wasn't here.
She pulled out her phone and called him.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
No answer.
She sighed.
"Where are you..."
She leaned against the wall beside his door.
Five minutes passed...
Ten minutes...
Fifteen minutes...
Her excitement slowly began to fade, replaced by disappointment.
"...Did he forget?"
Twenty minutes...
Twenty-five minutes...
Thirty minutes....
She stared at her phone.
Still nothing.
Her chest tightened slightly.
"...He wouldn't do that..."
Would he?
She exhaled slowly.
"...Maybe something came up."
She pushed herself off the wall.
"...I'll just go—"
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Chapter 75: My Place?
Her phone vibrated just as she turned around, causing her to freeze in place.
It was West calling.
Her heart jumped.
She answered immediately.
"West!" she said quickly. "Where are you?! I've been waiting for ages!"
His voice came through the phone slightly breathless.
"I know," he said.
She frowned.
"...You know?"
She glanced at his apartment door.
"...I'm literally at your place."
There was a brief pause before a response came.
"I'm at yours."
She blinked.
"...What?"
"I'm at your place," West repeated.
Her brain stalled.
"...My place?"
"I thought we were meeting at yours."
West exhaled.
"Something happened."
His voice sounded serious now.
"Come here," he said. "I'll explain everything."
Her heart began racing.
Something happened?
What did that mean?
Was he hurt?
Was he in trouble?
"...Are you okay?" she asked quickly.
"I'm fine."
She hesitated.
"...You promise?"
"...I promise."
She nodded instinctively.
"...Okay."
She ended the call slowly.
Her disappointment had completely vanished, replaced by curiosity, concern...
And something else.
Excitement.
She turned and started rushing quickly toward her home.
...
...
Aria hurried down the familiar street as her heart beat faster with every step.
Her mind was racing... West had sounded serious.
She wore a tight cream-colored crop top that hugged her body perfectly, leaving a small strip of her smooth midriff exposed. The fabric stretched snugly over her chest, outlining every curve with dangerous precision. Her breathing alone made the material rise and fall hypnotically.
Her lower half was clad in dark high-waisted denim shorts... short enough to show off the full length of her long, smooth legs. The hem hugged the underside of her cheeks tightly, emphasizing the natural curve of her hips and thighs.
She had paired it with white sneakers and ankle socks, giving her appearance an effortlessly youthful but devastatingly attractive look.
Her long pink hair flowed freely behind her, slightly tousled from her hurried walk. Her lips carried a faint glossy shine, and her skin glowed naturally under the afternoon sun.
She looked dangerously hot.
The kind of hot that made people turn twice without realizing it.
And right now—
Her eyes were locked ahead.
She saw West standing outside her apartment.
Relief flooded her chest instantly.
But then—
Her steps slowed and her eyes widened slightly because he wasn't alone.
Standing beside him... was a massive figure that was at least ten feet tall.
Her skin was green and her figure was unreal.
She wore an elegant cloth outfit that wrapped perfectly around her body, hugging her narrow waist and wide hips. Her thighs were thick and powerful, her chest full and heavy, her posture regal and composed.
She was beautiful.
Terrifyingly beautiful...
The kind of beauty that didn't ask for attention.
It commanded it.
Aria froze.
"...What...?"
West turned toward her.
"Hey," he said casually.
She pointed.
"...What is that?"
West blinked.
"...That's rude."
Gor'thala glanced at Aria calmly.
West sighed.
"She's my summon."
Aria blinked as her brain processed it slowly.
"...Your summon..."
She just recalled that he did mention something about that.
Of course she knew about summons...
She had seen awakeners on TV.
But...
This was different.
This wasn't some creature.
This was...
A woman.
A massive, beautiful, powerful woman.
Her chest tightened slightly.
A strange feeling stirred inside her...
A feeling of jealousy.
She hadn't seen West properly in nearly two weeks.
And yet—
This woman was with him, standing beside him... following him.
She didn't like that.
She crossed her arms slightly.
"...She stays with you all the time?"
West shrugged.
"Pretty much."
Aria's lips pressed together faintly.
Gor'thala spoke calmly.
"I exist to serve my master."
Aria blinked again.
Master...
She didn't like that word either.
West scratched his head awkwardly.
"Uh... anyway..."
He turned to Gor'thala.
"Go walk around the city or something."
Gor'thala tilted her head slightly.
"...Walk?"
"Yeah," he said. "Explore. Learn. Do whatever. Just don't come back for like... two hours."
She nodded.
"As you command."
Without another word she turned and walked away.
People on the street immediately began staring.
Some stopped walking entirely.
Others whispered.
Some even turned their phones to record.
But Gor'thala didn't care.
She simply walked.
And disappeared into the city.
Aria watched her leave.
Then slowly turned back to West.
"...She's beautiful."
West shrugged casually.
"Yeah."
That didn't help.
Aria rolled her eyes.
"...Come inside."
He followed her, stepping into the familiar home brought back memories instantly.
The memories of Aria taking his meat down her throat in the middle of the night...
Aria turned to face him.
Her eyes scanned him carefully and she frowned.
"...What happened to your uniform?"
His clothes were torn, ruffled and dirty.
It looked like he had been dragged through a warzone.
West exhaled.
"...Long story."
She crossed her arms.
"I have time."
He leaned against the wall.
"...Four awakened attacked me today."
Her eyes widened instantly.
"...What?!"
He nodded calmly.
"And then three gangs showed up."
Her heart skipped.
"...What?!"
He continued.
"They all wanted me to join them."
Her chest tightened as she stared at him.
"...That's why you came here?"
He nodded.
"I didn't want them following me home."
Her eyes softened instantly as concern filled her expression.
She stepped closer.
Her hands moved to his arms, checking him and scanning him.
"...Are you hurt?"
Her fingers ran along his shoulders, his chest and his sides.
Her brows furrowed.
"...There's nothing..."
She looked up at him.
"...You're not injured at all..."
She didn't know that West had used the Chalice.
He smiled slightly.
"I'm fine. You should have seen the other guys..."
She exhaled deeply in relief and without thinking, she stepped forward...
And hugged him tightly.
Her body pressed fully against his.
"I was worried," she whispered softly.
West froze for a moment.
Then slowly, his arms wrapped around her waist.
Her body felt warm and soft.
He had missed this.
His hands tightened slightly and they stayed like that for several seconds without speaking or moving.
Then—
His fingers moved... slowly... sliding lower and tracing the curve of her waist.
Before she knew it, West fingers trailed lower and then, he cupped her ass firmly... letting his fingers sink deeply into those round curvy cheeks.
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Chapter 76: You're Dangerous Now (R-18)
Aria gasped softly.
"Naughty..."
Her voice came out breathless.
"...Did you miss me that badly?"
He leaned closer, moving his lips to her ear.
"More than you know."
Her body trembled slightly and a faint notification appeared.
[ Cuck Points +2 ]
She pulled back slightly, looking at him with hunger in her eyes.
"You didn't even call," she murmured.
Another notification.
[ Cuck Points +1 ]
He smiled slightly.
"I wanted to see your face instead."
Her breath caught.
[ Cuck Points +2 ]
She grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.
"...You're dangerous now."
He tilted his head.
"Always was."
Her lips parted slightly as she leaned forward and kissed him.
Her fingers tightened in his shirt, pulling him closer.
His hands tightened around her waist, pressing her body fully against his.
Notifications continued to pop up as their lips tousled.
[ Cuck Points +3 ]
They slowly moved around from place to place with their lips intertwined and their fingers frantically traveling across each other's bodies.
Before they knew it, they were in the room...
Aria had unbuttoned West's torn uniform ans caressed his open chest greedily. The lean muscles she felt beneath her palms turned her on even more.
West grabbed her waist and lifted her onto a desk by the side, letting her wrap her legs around him as their tongues wrestled.
Her lips were so soft, her mouth was warm and as his fingers traveled up her thighs, the incredible smoothness of her skin was indescribable.
In just a few seconds, West had pulled down her shorts, leaving her bare with only panties on. Aria did the honors of taking her top off, revealing a lacy set of bra underneath.
Through the dark fabric West could see her large titties perking out, begging to be freed.
Her cleavage was swollen and pressing out... becoming even more enticing by the second.
West of course wasted no second before pulling her bra down, causing Aria titties to bounce beautifully from the recoil.
West took a second to take their sights in before grabbing them with both his palms and kneading softly while his lips traveled from Aria's lips, to her neck and then down to her clavicle.
Soft angelic moans uncontrollably slipped out of Aria's mouth like a group of angels were playing harmonicas... It was soothing to the ears and dangerously forced blood to rush towards a certain part of West's body.
At this point, his hard on was intensely poking through his pants.
As he caressed and fondled Aria's boobs in a circular motion, her fingers subconciously reached for his pants and brushed against his hard on through the fabric.
She felt wetness build up in between her thighs as West sucked on smooth neck, stimulating her even further as he left red marks all across her milky skin.
West then pulled back and squeezed her boobs tightly, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her.
She reached for his pants, pulled it down slightly, freeing his cock.
The moment West felt her soft hands wrap around his dick, he nearly let out a groan.
He knew this was her way of fighting back... She wasn't about to allow him be the only one wracking her brains with pleasurable jolts.
She began to stroke his dick gently and softly while he caressed her boobs. However, it didn't take long before West brought his face down again kissing her lips... he suddenly pulled back again, smirked and then lowered himself to take her left nipple in between his lips.
The moment West began sucking Aria's nipples, she nearly lost her mind.
She let out uncontrollably moans and forgot to keep stroking his dick as he got to work with it...
West fingers fondled on her other boobs while he sucked her left nipples...
He had read more about sex and educated himself in the last couple of weeks so he knew that foreplay was a very important aspect of sex. West made sure to suck, bite and swirl his tongue around her nipples, causing her body to squirm repeatedly in the process. Her pink nipples and areola turned a darker shade as he feasted on them continously, interchanging between left and right.
Aria managed to briefly get a hold of herself and stroked his dick even more intensely, almost distracting West due to how good her fingers felt wrapped around his hardness.
After a few more minutes, West finally took a pause, watching her chest rise and fall repeatedly.
He slowly reached down towards her panties and the moment he placed on finger in between her thighs, he froze.
'Wow...'
She was soaked.
West fingers was met with stickiness and intense wetness as he pressed against her netherregions teasingly.
Aria's body squirmed as she let out more unholy moans; "Uhhhnnn~ We-st..."
West initially wanted to do more foreplay but he realized she was all ready for him now so he decided not to waste any more time.
He pulled her panties down immediately, revealing a fresh pink entrance dripping with juices.
"Naughty girl... see how wet you already are..." West whispered while grabbing her thighs and separating them even further.
Aria leaned back against the wall still breathing in and out softly as she stared at West's thick cock, slowly being guided toward her entrance.
"I don't even know if that's going to fit in me... but I want it so badly... please... West... fuck me..." Aria eyes glistened as she responded with a look of deep desire in her gaze.
West placed his tip against her pink soft entrance and muttered; "As you wish..."
Immediately after saying this, he slowly pushed forward, letting his tip slide into her wetness first and foremost.
Aria's eyes widened instantly and her lips parted as West's cock slipped inside her...
She was just starting to get a feel of its girth spreading her insides when he pushed even further...
"Fuuuckkk~" She let out a hedonistic gasp as West pushed in halfway and then pulled out back.
For her, she just felt the thrill of getting invaded by a size she had never tasted before... while for West, it was like thousands of electrifying jolts of pleasure, travelling up his lower body.
He pulled out because he had never felt anything like this before... and truly he hadn't. It was his first time...
West wanted to feel it again and pushed his cock straight right in again... he felt wetness, warmness and tightness envelop him all at once, gripping against his cock and sending a wave of pleasure through him.
It felt like he had entered heaven... the feeling was inexplicable and he wanted more...
West began to thrust back and forth, increasing the explosiveness of this pleasure.
"Ugh... Annngh...."
Aria's body jerked back and forth as he pushed in deeper every time he thrust.
Her mind was soon in shambles as his cock reached places within her that had never been breached before.
Her pussy repeatedly made splat sounds as juices constantly flowed out with every stroke.
Soon hurried breathing and melodious moans filled the room as West increased the tempo.
schlick~
Pah~
Pah~
Pah~
Slap~
West hips swung back and forth as traveled to the very depths of Aria's pussy with each thrust, letting her body struggle to contain every inch.
"Annngh! West~ Ahh! Do-n't stop! Don't stop... Ughhh! Yes..."
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC77: That Is A Lot Of Cuck Points (R-18)
Chapter 77: That Is A Lot Of Cuck Points (R-18)
Padd~
Thwack~
Puuhhhh~
Puuhhhh~
Every time West ball's slapped against her arse, she could feel the tip of his dick kissing her womb and it nearly drove her to insanity.
Her mouth was wide open as she breathed heavily, her fingers held her hair in clumps, her boobs bounced repeatedly with every thrust and her body squirmed from the intense sensations of getting plowed by West.
West on the other hand, could feel it building up again... the same intense feeling from back then when he shot all the content of his balls into her mouth.
However, he didn't want it to end just yet... he was enjoying every moment of this...
The way her pussy continued to drip... the way it clenched against his dick... the feeling of intense wetness wrapped around his dick as he plunged his dick down her tight cave... it was heavenly...
West suddenly pulled his cock out, causing her body to vibrate intensely as her eyes rolled to the back.
She shook violently for a few seconds before finally stabilizing. West read enough books to understand what this meant but now wasn't the time to dwell on it.
He grabbed Aria from her thighs up to her waist, pulled her up and dropped her against the bed.
He immediately turned her around and despite her heavy and intense breathing, she arched her back and raised her ass.
Her curvy backside was immediately displayed before him, making his dick throb harder due to the stimulating sight.
West grabbed her ass, kneading, fondling and rubbing it for a bit, before spreading the two planets aside.
As soon as her pink entrance was once more revealed before him, he plunged his dick straight down her pussy.
"Ugghhhh!"
Aria let out another uncontrollable moan as West began to ravage her once more.
Pah!
Pah!
Pah!
Pah!
The flesh slapping sounds rang out even louder in this position as Aria's ass rippled with every shot he gave her from behind.
The sight was incredibly glamorous to West, further turning him on as he grabbed her Waist and increased his pace.
Puuhhhh~
Puuhhhh~
Pah~
Pah~
Pah~
Aria could feel his dick in her belly as he pounded her so intensely, her legs started to tremble. She was barely able to hold herself up anymore as West continued on and even grabbed her hair, pulling it from behind.
She let out moans after moans, feeling the pleasure climb to the peak as her brain threatened to explode again.
"...Ughh... oh god... West... don't stop... I'm cumming..."
As the flesh slapping sounds and her moans intensified, West could also feel the build up and could no longer hold himself back.
At the last moment, he pulled his dick out and shot a load of thick creamy whitness all over her ass cheeks.
Meanwhile, Aria suddenly let out another loud moan and fell onto the bed, vibrating intensely.
Jolts and jolts of pleasure was firing in her brain as juices flowed out of her pussy uncontrollably while West sprayed his seed all over her ass... It was so intense thay some of it even shot to her back and hair.
After a few more seconds, West stood in place breathing profusely while staring at the left over cum on his tip, dripping onto the bedroom floor.
Aria was a complete mess, passed out on the bed with white creamy thickness all over her ass and back.
West let out a satisfied grunt and sat by the side.
'So I finally had sex... damn... it was amazing...' West realized he had been missing out this whole time.
To make things even better, the system notification at the corner of his vision displaying his accumulated Cuck Points made his smirk widen.
...
...
~ Forty Minutes Later ~
The bathroom door closed behind Aria with a soft click, and seconds later, the sound of rushing water filled the apartment.
West remained seated on the edge of the bed with his chest rising and falling slowly.
His body was still warm...
Still processing everything that had just happened about an hour earlier.
He leaned back slightly, exhaling.
Then—
A familiar translucent interface appeared before his eyes as he checked his current tally of Cuck Points.
[ 937 Cuck Points ]
West blinked.
"...That is a lot of Cuck Points..."
His heart skipped... this was a jackpot.
He was nearing one thousand... If he knew he could acquire this much cuckpoints from a single sexual encounter, he would have done it way earlier.
His mind immediately raced.
Skills...
Stat upgrades...
Awakening vouchers...
Summon enhancements...
Contract tools...
There were dozens of powerful things he could now afford.
His mouth literally watered.
If one encounter gave him over seven hundred points...
What would repeated encounters give him?
This was definitely the fastest way to bulk points... but...
Could Aria alone supply enough points to rapidly accelerate his growth?
His imagination drifted.
His gaze slowly turned toward the bathroom door.
Behind it—
He could hear the shower running as Water cascaded over smooth skin and steam filling the enclosed space.
His mind betrayed him instantly.
He pictured her standing under the falling water.
Her damp pink hair...
Her body glistening...
Her breathing soft...
His pulse accelerated.
Heat pooled low in his body again.
"...Dangerous," he murmured under his breath.
He stood, completely unclad and walked toward the bathroom.
The floor felt cool beneath his feet.
The closer he got, the louder the water sounded.
He reached the door, paused briefly and then quietly opened it.
Steam escaped immediately, rolling into the bedroom like mist.
Aria stood beneath the shower, facing away with her back to him and her posture relaxed with her hair damp against her shoulders.
She hadn't noticed him yet.
He stepped inside silently, closed the door behind him and approached, until he stood directly behind her.
Then—
His arms wrapped around her waist.
She yelped softly.
"Ah—!"
Her body tensed and then immediately relaxed when she recognized him.
"West..."
Her voice came out breathless as she turned her head slightly.
"...You're naughty."
He said nothing, simply holding her in his arms, feeling her warmth.
Her body leaned back into him slightly as her breathing turned unsteady.
"You should let me shower... or we'll never come out of here..." she whispered faintly.
He didn't answer... Instead, he reached for her boobs and cupped them softly from behind.
The moment lingered as steam surrounded them and Water fell endlessly around them.
West's third leg had hardened again and he was just about to take this further when...
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Both of them froze.
The sound came from outside and a voice followed immediately.
"Aria? Are you in there?"
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