Chapter 96: The Culprit is Lilith
In the late hours of dawn, the front door beeped open, and I spotted Lilith stumbling in with a utterly exhausted look on her face. I said,
“You’re back?”
She blinked at me a few times before opening her mouth.
“...What the fuck? Why aren’t you asleep?”
No.
Who was it that said they’d be right back and to wait at home?
She didn’t show up until damn near morning, and now she’s asking why I’m not asleep? That was too much.
She was the one who told me to keep in touch on time.
As I grumbled inwardly, Lilith glanced around and asked,
“...Where’s Hoaran?”
“Hoaran-mama went to bed ages ago.”
She’d waited with me for Lilith until past 10 p.m., starting to nod off, and by 11, she was off to dreamland.
Still, Hoaran, who normally hit the hay at 9 p.m. and lived by the straight-and-narrow, had somehow held out that long.
“Yeah...? Well, that’s just like her, even back in the day.”
Lilith nodded at my words and headed inside, asking,
“You got beer, right?”
“In the fridge.”
She yanked open the fridge door and recoiled in horror.
“What the hell is this?”
I explained to Lilith, who was staring into the fridge with that reaction.
“Liliana brought it over. I said we were fine, but she kept insisting, so I just took it.”
Lilith gawked at the fridge packed full of Wearhoneybee honey and grumbled about how much honey could one person eat?
Well, it’d get eaten eventually.
Honey didn’t spoil, from what I’d heard.
Our fridge was already stuffed with all sorts anyway—Ariadd’s sap we hadn’t finished, minotaur milk that was still left despite chugging tons, Lilith’s beer, and whatnot.
Liliana’s honey jars were just a few more additions.
Oh.
Right.
“By the way, Mom.”
“What?”
I said it as she pulled out some simple snacks, clearly planning to pair them with beer.
“I leveled up.”
“Huh?”
Lilith turned to me with a face like I’d just spouted nonsense. I lifted my shirt to show her my Jotaechang.
Unlike before, wing-like patterns now spread around my dick-shaped tattoo.
Wings encircling the empty cock-shaped pattern.
Unlike Lilith’s, with its heart shape framed by wings, mine still looked incomplete—but adding wings made it...
...even more ridiculous.
Wings on a dick? What the fuck was this?
Anyway, the real point wasn’t the shape change. My Jotaechang had leveled up.
By a whopping three stages.
“What the... fuck...”
Lilith looked like she had a ton to say, but she just let out a deep sigh.
Then she stared at me and said,
“...Why the hell did it suddenly jump up now, after not budging forever?”
“Beats me?”
I had no clue either.
Why my Jotaechang, which hadn’t budged no matter how much pussy I’d fucked, suddenly skyrocketed three levels this time? No idea.
But I wasn’t totally clueless.
“Maybe the condition for my Jotaechang to level up is popping cherries or something?”
That was the big difference from before.
Including Liliana, I’d later counted it exactly: a staggering 98 Wearhoneybees, all deflowered in one night. That had to be the trigger.
“No, fuck. You perverted little shit. What kind of condition is that?”
“I didn’t set the conditions—why chew me out over it?”
“Still—argh... fuck...! Fine, whatever. But after fucking that many, it only went up three levels?”
“Yeah, that’s kinda lame too.”
I nodded, agreeing with her.
98...
Even hearing it now, it was a number I could barely believe.
And for my Jotaechang to only gain three levels after popping that many cherries? Pretty shitty performance.
I knew from Lilith that filling the tattoo got harder the more you did it, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad.
Looking at the completely empty pattern, I couldn’t even guess how long until the next level-up.
Whatever. It’d happen eventually—no point stressing.
As I thought that, Lilith sighed and said,
“...So, what’re you gonna do about it this time?”
I knew exactly what she meant.
Scratching my head, I replied,
“Haven’t decided yet.”
With the Jotaechang leveled up, I had points to spend...
Stuff I’d accumulated from absorbing power from the women I’d fucked—could pump up my cock, or my physical stats, specifically stamina.
But honestly? No complaints about my dick right now. No clue what to do.
Stamina too...
I’d dumped loads into 98 Wearhoneybees plus Liliana that day—over 40 orgasms—and realized my reserves were already overflowing.
Still no idea where all that cum came from in my body.
Sure, I’d scarfed down the honey, food, and drinks the Wearhoneybees brought mid-fuck.
But that didn’t instantly turn into semen.
Anyway, point was, dick and stamina? No issues.
If anything, maybe nudge past that awkward 30cm mark for a nice round number and call it a day?
“Yeah, whatever. Your call. Here, lemme see it.”
Lilith came closer, said that, and started feeling up my Jotaechang with her hand.
Maybe from holding the beer can, her touch was a bit cold, sending a weird shiver through me.
Nah, not the cold. It was her tits, right there up close.
Staring at Lilith’s massive breasts made me wanna get hard.
“...You perverted fuck. Why’re you popping a boner? Didn’t you fuck the shit outta those honeybee bitches earlier?”
No, not wanna. It happened.
As she groped my Jotaechang, my cock surged up, ready to rip through my pants. Lilith eyed it and asked that.
She had a point, but...
“Can’t help it.”
That marathon fuck was then. This horniness was now.
Plus—and it sounded like an excuse—but even then, I hadn’t gotten fully satisfied.
If Lilith and Hoaran hadn’t barged in, I’d have kept going way longer.
No clue why, but despite all that, my body had zero fatigue or stamina drain.
Plenty of time left too.
Without them showing up, I’d have railed on.
I said as much, and Lilith, who’d been listening quietly, replied,
“So what? This is our fault now?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
Just how it was.
Anyway, probably thanks to my Jotaechang leveling up.
It was basically a succubus’s level drain, racial trait.
Growth meant my version was even stronger now.
Racial traits were unique powers...
Stronger level drain meant I was even more succubus-like than before.
Sound beast, night demon—succubus.
I’d heard of guys dying from succubus overload, never the reverse. So my suddenly insane stamina? Had to be that.
Thus, not my fault.
Blame my overpowered stamina and Lilith looking fuckable just standing there.
Anyway...
“This ain’t bad for you either, right? Means I grew stronger.”
Just yesterday, I’d be wrecked after 10 loads a day. Now? Massive gains already. Closer to her retirement goal too.
I said that, and Lilith stared hard at me.
“...What?”
I asked why, and she shook her head before speaking.
“Nah... doesn’t matter if you don’t know. And yeah, you’re right. Your growth ain’t bad for me.”
She pulled away after saying that. I asked,
“That’s it?”
“Huh? What?”
She paused mid-crack of her beer can and shot back. I clammed up.
I’d waited up hoping to dodge punishment for the no-contact sleepover with a level-up brag—maybe even score some praise.
But no praise, just... this? Felt lame to straight-up beg, though.
“Why stop mid-sentence? ‘That’s it’ what?”
Fuck it...
“Nah... nothing.”
I’d worked hard, damn it. She stared as I mumbled.
Then she smirked and said,
“What, you fishing for praise from me?”
She poked my cheek.
“Huh? That it, you little shit? Got a cute side after all? That why you waited up?”
This fucking...
It was true, but being babied pissed me off.
“Aww, so cute. Yeah? You did good. Real hard worker—even if you caused a shit-ton of trouble... Eh, we’ll skip that. Alright, what praise you want? Name it. I’m in a good mood—anything goes.”
Fine, to her I was a kid.
Her adopted son, technically.
Why tho.
No clue why it bugged me, but as she poked my cheeks, I said,
“...Suck my dick then.”
“...What?”
Her face iced over instantly. Bracing for the punch or kick—whatever beating—I heard her say,
“...Fine.”
“Huh?”
For real?
“I did say anything.”
She grabbed my cheeks with both hands.
Her red eyes gleamed demonically as she stared.
Beautiful, I thought—then she whispered in my ear,
“...But don’t regret it? Can’t hold back like before.”
“Hanjo, wake up. Why sleep here?”
Shaken awake by Hoaran’s face looming over me.
But she looked kinda yellow-tinted.
“Ma... mama...”
“Yes, your mama. But your color’s awful. Sick? Caught the pox maybe?”
She fretted. I tried sitting up, but couldn’t.
No strength in my waist.
"Hanjo?”
My dick...
My dick hurts so bad...
Couldn’t say it to her face. Barely croaked,
“The culprit... is Lilith...”
Sucked dry—nearly died.
“Hanjo...?!”
That was all I managed before passing out in Hoaran’s arms.