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I stared at my masterpiece.
Not a painting. Not a sculpture. Something far more refined. Something that took years of dedication, sacrifice, and a fuck ton of tissues.
My bookshelf.
But this wasn't just any bookshelf. This was a tier list. A monument to every poison I had ever tasted. Every novel I had conquered. Every page I had left my mark on.
Literally.
My eyes scanned the ranks with pride.
▼ ZARIX'S POISON TIER LIST ▼
[SSS] → Books That Own Me, Body and Dignity
(Every page has my coating on it)
[S] → Peak Fiction, Peak Degeneracy
[A] → Good Plot, Better Release
[B] → Mid Plot, Functional Material
[C] → My Beast Didn't Even Enjoy It
[D] → Cut the Author's Dick and Take Away His Balls
I placed the book I had just finished into B rank.
"Meh."
It did its job. Got me through the night. But it wasn't anything special. The plot was predictable, the lemons were mid, and by chapter twelve my beast was yawning.
Functional material at best.
I stepped back and looked at my collection. Rows and rows of conquered novels. Each one marked. Each one claimed. Each one carrying the evidence of my dedication.
Then it hit me.
I was out of stock.
'Fuck.'
My eyes scanned the shelves again. Nothing new. Nothing untouched. I had devoured every single poison in my arsenal.
Tonight was going to be a dry night unless I fixed this situation immediately.
I grabbed my jacket and my card. Time to hunt for new prey.
The bookstore was a few miles away. My second home. The place where degenerates like me found salvation between pages.
I pushed the door open and headed straight for the counter.
But something was off.
The usual clerk wasn't there. My buddy. My fellow man of culture. The guy who understood the struggle. The guy who never judged when I walked in at 2 AM asking for "something with tentacles."
Instead, there was a girl.
'Where the hell is he?'
I paused.
Then it clicked.
'Rest in peace, buddy.'
I had warned him. Competing with me was a death sentence. Fifty plus shots in a single day wasn't for amateurs. That record required years of training. Consistency. Control. Stamina.
He probably tried to beat it and paid the price.
'Either you're in heaven surrounded by big titty angels, or you're in a hospital bed with some botty nurses changing your diaper.'
I smiled internally.
'Your buddy will miss you, soldier.'
Then my eyes shifted to the girl in front.
And my beast stirred.
She was petite. Short. Compact. But those tits? Those fucking tits were way too big for that tiny frame. Like someone had stuffed two watermelons into a shirt meant for oranges.
'Her back must be screaming for mercy every single day.'
She noticed me staring and gave a welcoming smile.
"Welcome, sir. How may I help you?"
Now, a normal person would ask for a genre. A recommendation. Maybe browse around first.
But I wasn't normal.
I was Zarix.
"Miss," I said, looking her dead in the eyes, "I want a book that empties my balls tonight."
She blinked.
"Every single drop of it."
Her face started turning red.
"Something that makes my beast devour every bit of poison in it. A novel filled with spice. Lemons. Screw the plot, screw the logic. Just give me something insane."
Silence.
Her blush deepened. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
I sighed.
"No worries. I knew this would be a difficult task for someone like you. It's fine. I'll fetch something myself."
I turned to leave.
"Wait."
I stopped.
Her voice was calm now. Composed. Like a switch had flipped.
"I have something that matches your needs."
'Oh?'
She turned around and walked toward one of the shelves. Her small hands pushed aside a row of books, reaching deep into the back.
Hidden.
She pulled out a book that had been tucked away behind the others.
My cock twitched.
'A hidden book? Something banned? Content violation material?'
This was it. The forbidden fruit. The poison so potent they had to hide it from the public.
I looked at my card.
'That scum dad at least left me a fortune before saying goodbye to the world.'
I could pay any price for quality content.
She handed me the book. I took it with trembling hands, already imagining the degeneracy waiting inside.
Then I looked at the cover.
Fantasy styled figures. A king and queen type. Some war or battle theme in the background.
'What the fuck?'
My eyes moved to the title.
**"The One Who Was Summoned"**
I blinked.
'Summoned? What kind of boring ass title is that?'
I looked at the cover again. Behind the main figures were other characters. Summons, probably. Their eyes were dark purple. Lifeless. Like puppets. Their bodies looked human but something felt off. Dead. Empty.
'So it's a summoning themed novel.'
My excitement deflated faster than my dick after a D rank book.
'This title is dogshit. I've seen titles like "Reincarnated as a Tentacle Monster" that make you precum just hearing them. But this? This sounds like some generic isekai trash.'
I looked at the girl.
"Are you sure this will meet my expectations?"
She smiled.
"Of course, sir. This one is something special. For our special customers."
I frowned.
"Special? But you're new here. How do you even know I'm a special customer?"
She didn't answer.
Just smiled.
That mysterious, knowing smile that made zero fucking sense.
'What the hell is with this girl?'
I stared at her for a few seconds, waiting for an explanation. Nothing came. Just that smile. Calm. Patient. Like she knew something I didn't.
I sighed.
'Whatever. If it's shit, I'll just come back and complain.'
I purchased the book.
As I walked toward the exit, I glanced back.
She was still staring at me.
Still smiling.
I grinned.
'Ah. I see how it is.'
She had sensed my potential. My aura. The energy of a true connoisseur. She wanted my one eyed monster. Desperately.
'Next time I come here, I'm fucking her right there in the library. Bending her over the counter. Fulfilling my fantasy of the library fuck.'
I pushed the door open and stepped outside.
The night air was cool. The streets were empty.
I looked at the poison in my hand.
"The One Who Was Summoned."
Didn't look like much. Didn't feel like much.
But a book was a book. And my beast needed feeding.
I started walking home.
'First, let me coat this thing.'