Then I moved my hand, caught her cheek, and turned her face toward me. My stare hardened — stern, fierce, or at least as fierce as I could manage.
'Not exactly the intimidating protagonist energy I was going for, but we work with what we've got.'
I took one of her hands and guided it to the bulge straining against my pants, straightening my back, gaze locked on hers. My heart hammered.
'Going all in on this. No turning back now.'
"Tell me, right here and right now… that you don't want this inside you. That you don't feel the thirst in your throat, wondering how it would feel filling you."
Her fingers lingered there, hesitant, tracing the outline through the fabric. The dominance in her eyes flickered and died, replaced by something that looked like a cornered kitten's fear.
'Huh. Didn't expect that.'
She turned away, crimson blooming across her cheeks, brows creasing together.
"Get off me."
I exhaled, pulled back, and stood beside the bed. The bulge in my trousers still strained the fabric forward — painfully obvious. Her eyes darted to it, widening for a split second before she looked away and rose to her feet.
'Yeah, no hiding that.'
Silence thickened between us, heavy and awkward. For a moment, I almost regretted leaving her hanging like that. But there were lines a man shouldn't cross, no matter how horny he was. Shameless was one thing; monstrous was another. She was still my summon — that complicated things in ways I wasn't ready to untangle.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "Today's been hell. I'm not some vile creature — I didn't ask for any of this. One moment I'm summoned into another world, branded weak, and the next I'm locked in a cell, trying to have my way with my own summon."
Shame settled heavy in my chest.
'Real smooth, Cade.'
The Tyrant Empress shifted and sat down beside me. Her breasts rose and fell with each small motion, the strange dark alloy of her armor tightening around them — nipples pressing faintly against the metal in a way that made my brain short-circuit.
I forced my gaze upward.
'Eyes on her face. Eyes. On. Her. Face.'
"Hmm. At least you have the spine to be my summoner."
The words startled me. My head snapped toward her.
"Pardon?"
A smirk curved across her wickedly beautiful lips, equal parts amusement and something darker.
"I'm nothing like those Heroic Spirits. I don't care about the world or its people." She paused, tilting her head. "I barely care about you."
Confusion coiled in my gut.
'Well, that's… reassuring?'
"Then why answer my summon?"
Her smirk turned sultry as she leaned in close, her breath grazing my ear and sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
"Life is boring being an unsummoned Spirit."
She leaned back, eyes glinting with something predatory.
"For millennia, Villainous Spirits have rotted in the Spirit Realm — unwanted, unsummoned, starving for lust, power, destruction. No summoner had the spine to call us. But the moment the door finally opened, we fought like rabid beasts to pass through." Her smile sharpened. "I was closest… so I slipped in first. Maybe a few others made it through too. Hard to say."
I nodded slowly, letting it sink in. Processing. Still, one question gnawed at me, refusing to stay quiet:
'Why had my summoning reached the Villainous Spirit World instead of the Heroic one? What made me different?'
I glanced at her face — now softened, curious, almost cute. The tension between us had faded into something almost comfortable.
Pulling up her profile again, I read through the stats:
[SPIRIT PROFILE]
Name: Kassandra the Unconquered
Title: The Tyrant Empress, The Blood Conqueror
Spirit Tier: Calamity (9)
Fortitude: 8.2
[SIGNATURE ABILITIES]
• Emperor's Command
• Intimidation Cascade
• Tactical Dismantling
• Tyrant's Advance
• The Red Banner
'A Tier-9 Spirit with 8.2 Fortitude. She can talk, think, and move with her own will — basically sentient. Since her helmet can come off… I guess the rest of her armor can too.' The thought sparked something dangerous in my brain.
I caught myself smirking.
'I wonder how she'd look in sports shorts.'
Dammit. Not now.
Exhaling slowly, I looked back at her.
"Kassandra," I said softly. "Is it alright if I call you Kassie?"
Her eyes widened, genuine surprise flashing blankly across her face.
'Did I just… nickname a bloody Tyrant Empress?'
Then, just as quickly, her gaze darkened into something unreadable.
But before I could react or backpedal, a strange weakness flooded through my body like ice water in my veins.
[Your Spirit Essence is low]
[Your Villainous Spirit is being dispelled]
'What?! No—wait—'
As I was about to protest, Kassy's image shattered into a swirl of black and crimson sparks — and then she was gone. Vanished. Leaving me alone in the prison cell… with the mountain still very much rising in my pants.
'Tch.'
I frowned and pulled up my status window.
[SUMMONER STATUS]
Name: Cade Marlowe
Rank: F
Spirit Essence: 4/100
Active Spirits: 1/5
"Tsk." I clicked my tongue in disappointment. "The limit of an F-rank."
I sank onto the hard bed, hands behind my head, staring up at the full moon pouring through the barred window. Its light seemed to sneer down at me, as if saying, 'I saw that, you pervert.'
'Yeah, well, you're a moon. What are you gonna do about it?'
Nineteen years on Earth — and this was the closest I'd ever come to having sex.
'Had to get summoned to another world and end up in a cell with a girl I thought couldn't even talk for me to come this close.'
Honestly… I'd played games with scenes like this before. It wasn't that strange. Right?
'Right. Totally normal. Nothing weird about getting blue-balled by a disappearing empress.'
Still, virgins like me didn't catch breaks easily.
'I can't die a virgin in this world too. No way. Not happening. With my innate attributes, things have changed — now I just need to raise my Spirit Essence and Spirit Plane so I can summon even more villainesses. I'll build a harem of them if I have to.' The thought made me grin despite everything. 'A man needs goals.'
But first, I needed out of this damned cell. Since that wasn't happening anytime soon, I turned my attention to the only immediate problem left — the one currently throbbing for attention.
I freed my shaft and wrapped my hand around it, closing my eyes as Kassie's body replayed behind my eyelids — the curve of her ass, the hypnotic swing of her hips, the perfect weight of her breasts pressing against that dark alloy armor.
'God, that armor.'
I imagined tearing it off piece by piece, taking her mouth first, tasting her moans, feeling her heat wrapping around me as I pushed inside. Her voice whispering filth in my ear as I drove deeper, harder — her cries sweet and sharp as lightning rushed through every nerve.
The tension snapped.
Creamy hot release surged from me in a single powerful shot, splattering across the cold metal door on the far side of the cell.
'Well. That's one way to mark territory.'
I let out a breath that trembled on the edge of laughter. Relief rolled over me like a warm tide, washing away the frustration and tension. 'That's better.'
Then I heard notifications chiming in rapid succession:
[Due to Innate Attribute: Infinite Vitality, all your stamina has been restored]
[Your Spirit Essence has been restored]
[Your Physical Stamina has been restored]
[Your Spirit Essence has been restored]
[Your Physical Stamina has been restored]
[Your Spirit Essence has been restored]
[Your Physical Stamina has been restored]
[Your Spirit Essence has been restored]
[Your Spirit Essence has been restored beyond limit]
[Your Physical Stamina has been restored beyond limit]
My eyes went wide, staring in holy shock at the cascade of messages.
'Wait. Did I just—did jerking off trigger my Infinite Vitality? Does that mean…'
Oh.
Oh.
'I just discovered the ultimate exploit.'