I pulled up my own status too.
[SUMMONER STATUS]
Name: Cade Marlowe
Rank: F
Spirit Essence: 100/100
Active Spirits: 1/5
[INNATE ATTRIBUTES]
• Summoner's Touch (Basic) Lv. 1
• Infinite Vitality (Basic) Lv. 1
• Perfect Fit (Basic) Lv. 1
[EXTRA ATTRIBUTES]
• Emperor's Presence (Basic) Lv. 1
• Strategic Apex (Basic) Lv. 1
• Conqueror's Will (Basic) Lv. 1
• Warlord's Command (Basic) Lv. 1
So many things confused me all at once. I wasn't an avid gamer, but I wasn't estranged from the world either. I'd played my share of gacha games — Genshin, Honkai Impact, Seven Heroes, Crystal of Atlan. MMORPGs too. Whatever this lodestar was, it wasn't an alien world to me.
Which was why I could relate to this stuff. Ask the right questions.
First: F-rank. Just a hundred spirit essence.
'So that's why I face-planted.'
I'd almost thought someone had smacked me from behind, but there'd been no pain. Just... lights out.
Second: five spirits, one active.
'Does this mean I have five spirits nestled in my soul, but I can only summon one?'
[Due to limitation in Spirit Essence, you can only summon one Villainous Spirit, which was the first to answer your call: Tyrant Empress.]
'Ah, so the other four showed up late. Benched until further notice.'
[Due to limitation in Spirit Plane, you can only hold five Villainous Spirits.]
[Evolve your Spirit Essence and Spirit Plane capacity to be able to summon and house more Villainous Spirits.]
'Wait — that's possible?!'
The lodestar didn't respond, but if it wasn't possible, it wouldn't mention it. Right?
'Wouldn't that basically be the same as raising my rank?'
I considered this carefully. The answer wasn't simple. For one thing, I had reasons to believe this particular lodestar was the result of whatever error had dumped me here in the first place. Which meant my progression might be an outlier compared to everyone else's.
The F-rank label might just be a name with no real weight behind it.
But as far as society was concerned? I was already tarnished. The name would stick regardless of what my actual potential looked like. A bit depressing, sure. But realizing where that potential might actually lead raised my spirits.
Slightly.
'If I have five spirits, doesn't that mean I should have more extra attributes? The old man said you gain attributes from your spirits, so there should be more.'
[Extra attributes are inaccessible due to limitations.]
[When your Soul Plane expands, you will be able to access other Villainous Spirits, hence their attributes.]
Simple enough. Made sense.
Next, I went over the attributes I'd received from the Tyrant Empress. Emperor's Presence gave me some kind of intimidation aura. Strategic Apex enhanced my tactical thinking during battle. Conqueror's Will strengthened my mind, made it more resistant to mental attacks. And Warlord's Command let me issue orders that compelled obedience.
All of them were still weak — Level 1, Basic tier. But the potential if I leveled them up could be insane.
It was cool. So cool I was starting to feel too comfortable, almost forgetting I was currently locked in a prison cell. But I let myself ride that wave of excitement a little longer and moved on to check my innate attributes.
The first thing that escaped my mouth was a gasp.
I think whoever — or whatever — created this system took me way too seriously when I said I wanted to make use of the one thing about my body that actually made sense.
[Summoner's Touch (Basic) Lv. 1]
Description: Your touch naturally heightens physical desire in Villainesses. Contact releases an irresistible, heat-inducing allure that weakens resistance and amplifies arousal.
[Infinite Vitality (Basic) Lv. 1]
Description: Grants you tireless stamina and sustained arousal. Fatigue and release do not diminish sexual performance, allowing continuous activity without loss of control or strength.
[Perfect Fit (Basic) Lv. 1]
Description: Your body instinctively adapts to any partner, ensuring flawless alignment and sensation. Size and shape shift seamlessly to create perfect compatibility and pleasure.
'What in the world...'
I stared at the descriptions, reading them twice. Then a third time just to be absolutely sure I wasn't hallucinating.
'I got the ability to make my villainesses horny, endless sexual stamina, and... this one? My body adapts? Be more specific, dammit!'
I shook my head in disbelief and dismissed the system.
'What is this? Is this a joke? I'm fighting for my life here!'
Silence filled the cell like a held breath. My throat went dry. A hot sensation was slowly rising in my chest, spreading outward, making my skin prickle.
I pulled up the innate attributes again. Read them one more time.
'I'm alone... I have a villainess. Who happens to be female. I could just test it out, right? I mean, I'm not being a perv or anything. This is just — this is testing my abilities. Research. Strategic evaluation of my skill set.'
The rationalization sounded weak even in my own head, but I was already closing my eyes and issuing the mental command.
Summon the Tyrant Empress.
Crimson light erupted before me, threaded with black whips of lightning — less dramatic than the first summoning, but still striking. The light converged, solidified, took shape.
There she stood.
Her black armor gleamed coldly beneath the pale moonlight filtering through the barred window. The metal was lusterless, matte, absorbing light rather than reflecting it. Every contour of her body was sharpened, accentuated. The breastplate curved generously over her chest, and I found myself wondering what kind of master forgesmith would've been skilled — and bold — enough to craft something so... precise. So perfectly shaped.
And how exactly did her breasts fit inside that plate? The physics didn't make sense.
Her hips were bare. No plate protection, just pale skin — almost white — gleaming faintly in the dim light. My throat went dry again.
I hesitated. Then moved my hand, fingers trembling slightly as I traced the line of her pelvis down to her thigh.
I activated Summoner's Touch mentally.
The feel of her skin against my palm was soft. Warm. Like touching something impossibly smooth, almost unreal. I shifted my hand, running it back up to her rear.
There it was.
Weighted perfectly against hips that curved like questions meant to be answered with hands — a rear that wasn't just soft but heavy. Substantial. Like the two cheeks might actually fall from their own weight if gravity had its way.
I gulped, rubbing my hand over the first cheek. Felt the firmness beneath the softness. The give and resistance all at once.
Between my legs, something stirred. A mountain threatening to rise if I went any further.
I gulped again, pulse hammering.
'Just... testing my attributes.'
The air turned cold.
Something burrowed into my soul from above — a presence, predatory and vast, like being watched by something far more powerful than I could comprehend. The weight of it pressed down on me, suffocating.
Then a voice came, cold and mocking, dripping with contempt:
"How vulgar..."
My heart plummeted straight to my stomach.