Tattoo Removal
That day at Emily's house was pure bliss for me. We went at it with silent sex until dinnertime, and when Emily finally lost her mind from back-to-back orgasms, we just ordered delivery since that's what Rachel wanted. Afterward, I played with Rachel to kill time. She'd napped hard during the day, so she stayed up late, chasing me around in hide-and-seek until she was wiped out enough to crash.
Once Rachel was asleep, it was sex time again. When Emily complained her pussy hurt, I used my healer superpower to fix it right up and kept going. Picking up healing was a godsend. Then I summoned Mark Two to "kidnap" Cheetgirl and remind her who her real master was in the car. The thrashing beast calmed right down once I shoved my dick in her.
Morning came, and it was time to take Rachel to school myself.
"Ready to go, Rachel?"
"Yeah! I'll be back from school, Mom!"
"Y-yeah..."
Emily's face was beet red taking Rachel's goodbye. I'd had Rachel suck me off while she got ready for school. Once I dropped her off, I'd come back and savor Emily's ripe milf pussy.
"Heehee!"
"Huh? What's got you so chipper? Good sleep?"
Rachel, buckled in next to me, looked downright giddy. She was humming at the window and chattering away like a canary.
"Just am! Maybe 'cause you're here, mister?"
"Yeah? Uncle loves how much you like him too, Rachel."
"Heehee. You happy too, Uncle?"
"Damn right!"
"Heeheehee."
Rachel beamed. Gauging her mood, I broached it casually.
"Ahem. So, Rachel?"
"Yeah?"
"Y'know... the other day..."
"Other day? When?"
"Like... you called Uncle... d-dad... Kinda embarrassing to say."
"Oh..."
"You don't call me that anymore?"
"Hah!"
She went wide-eyed at my sheepish words. A single guy like me hearing "daddy" from her felt weird, but I loved it from Rachel. I'd half-seriously thought of her as the daughter I "birthed" from my chest—not a bad gig to make it official someday.
"Can I... call you Daddy then?"
"Hell yeah! But when Mom's around, she might freak, so just when it's us two?"
"Okaay... Daddy."
"Ngh."
"...?"
"Heheheheheng! Ahem! Can't laugh, kuhuhung! Keeps bubbling up, heeheehihng!"
"Heeheehee, Daddy's laugh is so weird!"
"Pfft! Huhanghanghang! Weird my ass, it's normal!"
"No way! It was super weird just now!"
"Krihihihih! Told ya no! Kuhehehe!"
"Heeheehee."
We laughed all the way to school. Then—
"Uhaaaang~! Yes, Mr. Steel Armor!"
"Ahh... Emily's pussy feels amazing! Tightest grip ever!"
—back home for more with Emily. Healing really is the best power—her swollen pussy was good as new.
*****
Oh yeah.
"Kyaaaang~!"
"Quiet and squeeze that pussy, you beast bitch!"
"Kyuueung~!"
Didn't forget to fuck Cheetgirl senseless either.
*****
Coming home to dead silence gave me the chills. Vacation was over—everyone was at work. Perfect timing, though.
"Let's give it a shot."
I stripped naked in my room, staring in the mirror. Tattoos covered me head to toe, pitch black.
Tattoo Recycling. Turns 10% of an acquired power's level into XP for my own—a shitty system gimmick. But like recycling trash, it wasn't useless. It meant I could wipe these tattoos and go back to normal skin.
"System, recycle tattoos."
Tattoo Recycling used.
Select tattoos to recycle.
[Water Droplet Mage (Lv.6)]
[Desert Scorpion King (Lv.7)]
[Poison Frog (Lv.6)]
...
A list of every tattoo—no, superpower—I'd ever snagged scrolled up. Top was Water Droplet Mage, Yuna's power.
"Oh ho? Got this when Yuna was low-level, but it's showing Lv.6? Tied to her growth?"
I remembered snagging it around her Lv.3 or 4—not 6. But the system synced to her current level. Tracks the original owner's progress. Neat discovery.
"Lemme see... Keep Desert Scorpion King—cool design. Poison Frog's gotta go... and..."
I'd spare tattoos symbolizing my girls or the cool ones, recycle the rest.
"Okay, up to here. Convert 'em all."
Acquired 9.0% experience.
Add experience to which superpower?
"Body Enhancer."
Best choice—closest to Lv.11, my workhorse power. Wonder what traits unlock at 11.
Body Enhancer (Lv.10 / 27.00%) + 9.0% experience.
Jumped from 27% to 36%. Sigh, 64% left. Whenever. Body looked way better with fewer tattoos—some negative space is sexier.
"Nguuung! Now what?"
Rachel's play was my last gig. Stretching, I pondered playtime. Answer was obvious.
"What else? Sex."
Nothing beats pussy when you're bored.
*****
I drove to the hospital—not hurt, my body's unbreakable. Off to see Sujeong-i.
Parked, texted her: I'm in the lot. Come out.
Ding~ Quick reply: Why here?! Busy!
"Got time to text? Come out. I know you're clocking out. Or should I come in?"
Couldn't leave her with villains lurking. Ordered Jungbo to watch the hospital. She didn't know, but I tracked her every move—knew it was quitting time.
No reply, but she appeared, scanning the lot. Honk! She headed over.
"Why suddenly?! How'd you know I was off?!"
In the car, she rapid-fired. Shocked I knew her schedule. Those bunny eyes were adorable. Played it cool to dodge stalker vibes.
"Lucky guess? Felt like dating you today. We got that connection."
"D-date? Right now?"
"Yup. Now."
Started the engine to show I meant it. She panicked.
"Wait! On night shift, I'm a mess! And I didn't say yes!"
"'You'? Called me 'you'?"
"Uh... Mr. Steel Armor? Eheh, mad?"
Kekeke. Low growl, and her hackles dropped like a spooked cat. Cute as hell.
"Nah, not mad. And..."
Lifted my mask, leaned in for a kiss.
"Eh? M-mmph...?!"
Eyes bugged, but she melted into it. Pulled back, her gaze misty.
"You're pretty fresh from bed. Let's date."
"....."
"Answer."
"Y-yeah..."
She ducked, blushing.
*****
Like any couple, we strolled, ate, caught a movie, gossiped over coffee. Mask didn't faze folks—S-ranks don't date in daylight. Some thought cosplay, begged pics. I obliged, arms around 'em.
"Mr. Popular, huh."
"Hm?"
Sujeong-i pouted shotgun. Jealous over the photos?
"Jealous?"
"W-why would I be! Don't be weird!"
"Yelling now?"
"H-hng! Fool me once, shame on you—your low-voice act won't work anymore!"
More like dozens of times. Her defiance sparked mischief.
Growled: "How many've yelled at me? Guess their fate."
"....."
Gulp! She swallowed hard. Stroked her throat.
"Right here..."
Traced her neck slow. Damn, pretty neck too.
"Eek! Sorry... spare me..."
She apologized, trembling. Before tears, I switched.
"Like this."
"Uh, uhaang? Uuung...!"
"Neck's knotted bad. Nursing's rough."
"W-wait... eek! Kihiing... feels good..."
Massaged nape and shoulders; she melted, moaning cute. Shoulders like rocks.
"Better?"
"Y-yeah... so good..."
"Then let's go."
"Huh?"
Drove off; drowsy Sujeong-i snapped awake.
"Gah! Tricked again! You pranked me!"
Took her a sec. Kekekeke, too slow. Teased her all the way.
"H-here...?"
She flushed at the sign.
HOTEL.
Took a bit, but tonight's her first night—with a twist.