Hey, Suck My Pussy

"Hmm…"

How the hell was I supposed to spend these?

A few hours ago, I would've dumped them straight into my stats without a second thought. But after that brutal dick-versus-pussy showdown with Senior Arang, my head was spinning with second thoughts.

"Still, as a hunter, stats are the way to go, right? No—wait. I just watched Senior Arang in action. She shoved her pussy at a rapist and demanded a head-on fight."

She hadn't gotten what she wanted out of me, but she'd sure as hell succeeded at leaving an impression. I groaned under my breath, replaying the image of Senior Arang's pussy standing proud against my cock.

Stats, or skills?

After a long stretch of deliberation, I made my call.

"Skills. Stats go up with level-ups anyway—skills don't. And looking at the Training Points I just earned, skill upgrades are non-negotiable."

After a full day of grinding points through every filthy act I could think of, I'd come to a solid conclusion.

The more intense the training, the filthier it got—the bigger the point payout.

"That's why sex raked in so many points. It was intense enough to wreck Senior completely, and it was downright vulgar on top of that."

Vulgarity stoked arousal. Arousal fed into ferocious sex. Ferocious sex dragged more vulgarity out of her.

The virtuous cycle of training I'd discovered—the Training Triforce.

The harder and faster this filthy pervert cycle spun, the more points and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠experience I raked in, and my stats climbed right along with them.

"Yeah. This is an investment. Honestly, looking at the stats I could buy with these points, it does sting a little—but if I want bigger growth down the line, now's the time to pour into skills."

Decision made, I opened the skill window.

Excluding the ones already at Master level—Lewd Appraisal and Orc-style Ecstasy Massage—my remaining lewd skills looked like this:

"Take those two master skills out of the picture and the list looks pretty thin. And the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only way to get new skills is the gacha…"

Should I just spin the skill gacha, then?

The thought crossed my mind for a second, but I shook my head and stamped out the gacha urge before it could take root.

The moment it was gone, a new question flooded into the empty space: what should I actually upgrade?

"Hiek…"

That's a hell of a price tag.

I hit No for now.

Given how many bonus effects it packed, upgrading Healthy and Tasty Semen Lv2 wasn't a bad idea—but with only 170 points to my name, dumping a hundred of them into one skill right out of the gate felt wrong.

"No question, Healthy and Tasty Semen Lv2 is the strongest skill I've got. But it's carrying four effects total… Add up the effects on Addictive Semen Lv.1 and Delicate Touch Lv1, and that's…"

Five.

And the cost to upgrade both of those skills? A combined hundred points.

I hit Yes on the prompts for both.

A hundred points vanished in an instant.

But I didn't feel a shred of regret.

"From here on, keep the levels even, but lean a little harder toward Healthy and Tasty Semen… Hmm?"

Part of me had spent the points with a casual "I'll just earn more later" attitude—but a message window popped up that basically confirmed my bold investment had been the right call.

"Hell yeah…"

Leveling it up had unlocked a brand-new option on the skill.

A little disappointing that Addictive Semen, which I'd leveled at the same time, hadn't shown any visible change—but I'd take what I could get.

Humming a cheerful little tune, I sank into the next problem: where to put the remaining seventy-six points.

"Stats? Gacha? Or maybe… Ah."

The answer hit me, and I opened the skill window again, scrolling down.

If I was already investing in skill levels, I might as well bump up a combat skill while I was at it.

Dragon Buster Slash.

I'd aimed for the weak point revealed by Eracila's unique skill, Hawkeye—and with a single stroke, I'd sheared clean through the steel-hard wing of a B-class monster, a Giant Kestrel. The rush it gave me was pure addiction. At this point, it was basically my ultimate move.

Even putting stats on the back burner, this was worth the upgrade.

"The six-hundred-second cooldown is a little rough, but considering the raw power… Hmm?"

I was about to happily level the skill without a second thought when something caught my eye. My finger froze. I tilted my head and rolled my eyes over the skill description again.

"Wasn't the cooldown six hundred seconds?"

I was sure of it—last time I'd checked, back at Eunma Apartments, it had clearly said six hundred. Somehow, in the span of a few hours, the cooldown had dropped by a full ten percent.

"What the hell? I genuinely have no idea."

I hit Yes, upgraded the skill, and checked it again.

"…?"

The damage numbers had clearly gone up with the level—but the cooldown hadn't budged.

"What the hell is going on? Why did the skill cooldown drop in the first place?"

I kept tilting my head and grumbling to myself, and apparently the system got sick of watching me flounder, because a pair of message windows floated up right in front of my face.

"Huh? Ah! Aha!"

I slapped my knee and immediately pumped my Intelligence stat up to twenty.

A notification confirmed that hitting Intelligence 20 had applied a twenty-percent skill cooldown reduction, and Dragon Buster Slash's timer had dropped to four hundred eighty seconds. I let out a whoop of delight—then tilted my head again as a fresh question chained itself onto the last one.

"If I'd known about this, I would've raised it ages ago. More importantly—why does only Intelligence get this perk? Stamina, Strength, Agility never got anything like it."

Was it just the system's way of saying, "Hey, warrior-build guy, stop dumping everything into physical stats—here's a reason to invest in Intelligence"?

I didn't really get the logic, but hey—a good thing was a good thing.

"Anyway, time to sleep. Starting tomorrow, Senior Arang's supposedly got a plan for tracking down the bastard who fucked her. I need a solid night's rest and a full tank of stamina if I'm going to survive getting dragged around by her again."

Conserving my strength so I could "help" her hunt down the culprit—who was, of course, me—was pretty hilarious when I thought about it. But the rule was simple: rest properly when you can, so you can train your senior at peak condition.

What kind of chaos was tomorrow going to bring? What scheme would she cook up to find me?

I hugged my thudding heart and slowly let sleep take me—without the faintest clue what the next morning had in store.

"Hey. Suck my pussy."

"…?"