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I stared at my masterpiece.
Not a painting. Not a sculpture. Sothing far more refined. Sothing 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 monunt 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 , 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.
"h."
It did its job. Got 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 claid. Each one carrying the evidence of my dedication.
Then it hit .
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 imdiately.
I grabbed my jacket and my card. Ti to hunt for new prey.
The bookstore was a few miles away. My second ho. The place where degenerates like found salvation between pages.
I pushed the door open and headed straight for the counter.
But sothing 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 "sothing 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 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 so 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 fra. Like soone had stuffed two waterlons into a shirt ant for oranges.
’Her back must be screaming for rcy every single day.’
She noticed staring and gave a welcoming smile.
"Welco, sir. How may I help you?"
Now, a normal person would ask for a genre. A recomndation. 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.
"Sothing 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 sothing insane."
Silence.
Her blush deepened. She opened her mouth but nothing ca out.
I sighed.
"No worries. I knew this would be a difficult task for soone like you. It’s fine. I’ll fetch sothing myself."
I turned to leave.
"Wait."
I stopped.
Her voice was calm now. Composed. Like a switch had flipped.
"I have sothing that matches your needs."
’Oh?’
She turned around and walked toward one of the shelves. Her 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? Sothing 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 a fortune before saying goodbye to the world.’
I could pay any price for quality content.
She handed 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. So war or battle the 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 sothing felt off. Dead. Empty.
’So it’s a summoning thed novel.’
My excitent 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 so generic isekai trash.’
I looked at the girl.
"Are you sure this will et my expectations?"
She smiled.
"Of course, sir. This one is sothing special. For our special custors."
I frowned.
"Special? But you’re new here. How do you even know I’m a special custor?"
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 ca. Just that smile. Calm. Patient. Like she knew sothing I didn’t.
I sighed.
’Whatever. If it’s shit, I’ll just co back and complain.’
I purchased the book.
As I walked toward the exit, I glanced back.
She was still staring at .
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 ti I co 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 ho.
’First, let coat this thing.’
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