'I can't believe that making love would feel so good.'
'If i had known before, i would have no doubt opened my legs to the first handso man i t.'
'But i would have never t my boyfriend right now if that happened to in the first place.'
'I love you, Caden.' This was the last thought Freya had before darkness ate her consciousness away.
They had tried all the positions in the kama sutra and she had lost count on how many tis she ca in the long hours that she had been fucked completely.
It was now 7 o'clock in the evening and Freya had not even the strength to open her eyes at this ti.
It did not need telling that she was truly spent in the aftermath of such a lengthy battle.
"Sleep." Our bored gar murmured as he kissed the forehead of his girlfriend. Before long, he too succumbed to the pull of sleep next to our very own Freya Barnes.
* * *
Morning ca and the new lovers shared breakfast with big happy smiles on their faces. Freya was practically beaming with joy and our good gar also shared her enthusiasm in full.
Since it has already gotten to this point then he might as well take responsibility and add this woman to his list of harem mbers.
If truth be told, he was already expecting for this to happen the mont he achieved immortality countless eons before.
Alas, Clark was very much comndable indeed in trying to resist this inevitable truth before him.
* * *
"It seems like you had a morable day before."
"You're even walking weird at this ti."
"Did you finally give your precious cherry to a man, Freya?" Sarah Read teased when her best friend arrived at the house.
"..." Freya replied wordlessly as she rely nodded with a blush. She thought about the many things she learned yesterday and her face turned even redder by the second.
"You, slut! You better tell every single detail that you can rember!" Sarah said and her curiosity got the better of her.
It did not take long before laughter and female giggles rang in the privacy of their ho as Freya tried to recall everything from start to finish.
Although Sarah nourished an unrequited love but she was also happy to see her best friend attain her happiness at last. Sarah believed that she would also find her own man soday.
* * *
Eight months later and this was exactly 2 years from when our bored gar started refining the dragon flesh into his own body, a familiar sound reached the ears of our bored gar.
"DING!"
"Congratulations, host. You have successfully leveled up into a level 5 monster!" Nancy notified and imdiately brought up the character status of our bored gar.
* * *
Host: Clark Colter
Unique Race: Clone Harpy
Cultivation: Level 5 Monster
Innate Abilities:
1. Flight
2. Enhanced Strength
3. Pseudo Invulnerability
4. Regeneration
5. True Copy
Inventory
* * *
"DING!"
"You have achieved 2 Innate Abilities!"
1. Skill Replication – user can copy another person's ability. (skill not effective on soone who is at a higher level than the user, limited to 1 skill replication at any given ti)
2. Mirror Image – user can summon an exact image of another. (the aura, deanor, and all mannerisms of the target can be perfectly conjured in full, limited to 1 mirror image at any given ti)
"Finally i'm at level 5 at last!"
"I only have 2 more years to wait before I can finally make my move." Our bored gar smiled and his true body continued to devour the dragon at in peace.
Alas, what he did not know was that his comfortable sign in system was about to get hit by an unexpected turn of events soon.
* * *
A month later and...
TAP!
TAP!
TAP!
Three knocks disturbed our bored gar's silent cultivation.
"Hmmm... I sll trouble." Clark opened his eyes and got up to et his unwanted guest.
"CREAK!" The door opened and our good gar was greeted by a beautiful woman outside.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Stone but I have an urgent notice for you." The woman bowed slightly then gave a letter unto our avid gar's hands.
She had seen our bored gar many tis in this hotel and she was practically in lust towards Clark like many other won before her.
Alas, this woman hid it more effectively than her other peers. One could say that this lovely woman really knew the fine limitations of business and pleasure.
"Have a good day, Sir!" The woman smiled and then easily went on her way to make her unusual rounds today.
Clark opened the letter and the on of doom truly manifested at this ti.
"FUCK ! The owner is finally selling this crumbling hotel and he wants out of here as early as next week. Hmmm..."
Clark shook his head and thought of an easy solution to this problem.
* * *
Jensen Brooks was a happy man today. He would et up with a willing buyer to his properties and was about to cash out on this dying business.
He was a fifth generation rich man and the property that he was going to sell was an inheritance from his father.
He could have renovated the hotel and brought it to its past glory but that would have needed much investnt, ti, luck and effort on his part before he could even break even in a couple of years to co.
One should know that Jensen Brooks was a practical man and his line of business was sadly not in hotels. Thus, he could only get rid of it and sell it to soone more passionate in this field.
"Did Mr. Saunders confirm the appointnt today, Agnes?" Jensen Brooks asked.
"Yes, Mr. Brooks. Our friends confird it twice." Agnes replied and she was indeed a picture of a perfect secretary at this ti.
"TAP!" A single knock was heard and this made Jensen Brooks smile with apparent relief.
"..." Agnes mirrored her employer's feeling and stood up to open the door.
"DING!" But when she did, she was surprised to see the handso face of our very own protagonist.
"I heard that you're selling this hotel. Is the table still open for negotiations?"
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