Obtaining the Precious Jade

"Ugh, my head..."

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw two women lying beside me. My hands, honest to instinct, were already groping their breasts.

Breasts too large to grasp with one hand filled both my palms. It was bliss. Mornings spent with soft breasts were truly blissful.

I was so happy that I wanted to stay like this forever. But what pulled me out of that bliss was none other than the message floating in the air.

[Your resentment has accumulated, increasing your level.]

[Kim Jin-woo]

[Physique: 81, Agility: 81, Magic Power: 71, Virility: 56]

[Available stat points: 5]

"Oh...?"

That wasn't all.

[Your Heat Skill proficiency has increased, raising its level.]

[Heat: Lv.3]

Induces arousal in whatever your hand touches.

[Your Eye of Sensuality Skill proficiency has increased, raising its level.]

[Eye of Sensuality: Lv.2]

Identifies the erogenous zones of your target.

"What kind of effect does leveling this up even have?"

At best, it was just a skill to identify erogenous zones. I couldn't even begin to guess how it would change as it leveled up.

"First, I'll dump all my stats into Virility."

After rolling around with these two women all night, I'd felt quite strained. Of course, compared to my first time, I could definitely say I'd improved—but I still wasn't at the level where I could be called "superhuman."

Since I needed to grow a bit more, I didn't hesitate to invest in Virility.

'Investing all 5 points is the right call, right?'

There was no hesitation. For the time being, it was best to pour every stat point I gained from leveling up into Virility.

After allocating my stats, I immediately checked under the covers. At a glance, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it was hard to tell if there was any noticeable difference.

'Did it get a little bigger?'

Even if it didn't look much different, I'd already seen firsthand how powerful stats could be. With that in mind, there was no reason to doubt it.

"Mmm... Huh? You're awake?"

Perhaps sensing my movements, Beatrice stirred awake. The moment she opened her eyes and saw where my hands were, she let out a sigh.

"I kept feeling someone groping me... No wonder."

"Shouldn't you be used to it by now?"

"That's why I'm not stopping you."

A fair point. And since she made a fair point, it was only right to reward her.

Just as I slowly reached my hand toward Beatrice's crotch, she stopped me.

"...Huh?"

"Master, I understand what you want to do, but I think you should restrain yourself for now..."

"Why?"

If I want to do something, I do it. If I want to use my sex slave, I use her. That was the principle of my life. No one should be able to stop me.

But Beatrice's attitude remained stubborn.

"You're my sex slave. So why are you refusing?"

Beatrice silently pointed at the bed. Her finger didn't just indicate the bed—it also drew attention to the countless traces of last night's passion scattered across the floor.

"Don't we need to clean that up?"

And it wasn't just the surroundings. A quick glance at Beatrice and Aria, who was still lying beside me, revealed the remnants of last night all over their bodies.

Their necks were marked with hickeys, their hair and skin smeared with dried semen. And thanks to how much I'd enjoyed spanking their asses all day yesterday, the handprints were still vividly visible.

"...Yeah, we probably should clean up."

"Then I'll go take care of it."

I nodded. Still, I couldn't help but feel a little unsatisfied. So I gave Aria's breast a little squeeze.

"Mmm? What's happening...?"

The kneading of her chest made Aria jolt awake in a daze. Even though we'd had our fill last night, seeing her lying naked beside me now, fully conscious, seemed to leave her quite flustered.

"You're awake?"

"...I suppose so."

I couldn't just let Aria turn her head away. I gently grabbed her shoulder.

"W-What are you doing?"

Her flushed face told me she still wasn't used to my touch. Well, that just meant there was a perfect solution.

A way for her to get used to not just my hands, but my entire body.

"Want to suck it?"

"...Are you telling me to suck your cock?"

"What's the big deal? You've already seen everything there is to see."

"......"

Aria hesitated for a moment. At first, I thought she was going to refuse, but that wasn't the case. She lowered her head closer to my dick.

Aria's waist bent, and before I knew it, her face was right in front of my cock. She leaned against my thigh and slowly began to suck. Every flick of her tongue made the tip twitch.

"Why are you so good at this?"

"...He used to ask me to do it sometimes."

Aria, who had been sucking on the tip of my cock, looked up at me.

Outwardly, she didn't seem like the type to engage in such acts, but apparently, she was enjoying this far more than I'd expected.

"Then you must be used to it? Wanna suck my balls too?"

"...I truly can't find the words to respond to that."

Aria glared at me briefly before lowering her head even further—an obvious move to shift her attention to my balls. Despite her words, she didn't refuse. The wet sounds of her tongue working diligently filled the air.

As I savored the movements of her tongue, I glanced around the room. This wasn't my usual bedroom but Aria's private quarters—a courtesy granted because I'd requested to do it here.

Traces of the man ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she'd mentioned leaving were scattered throughout. There were always two or more pillows on the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bed, and by the window hung a painting of just the two of them.

They looked incredibly happy in the picture. And now, Aria, sucking my balls, also seemed utterly content.

'I'll take good care of your precious wife.'

Considering the effort I'd put into teaching such a beautiful woman how to give a proper blowjob, it was only right to pay my respects to the departed from time to time.

***

As usual, I was engaged in a heated physical conversation with Beatrice. She had already sunk deep into my lower half.

Knock, knock.

The sound of knocking echoed. Probably Aria. Even when entering, she always maintained such proper manners. It was etiquette ingrained in her very being—there was nothing more to say about it.

"Come in."

She opened the door silently and stepped inside, carrying a small box. Just by its appearance, it was clear that whatever was inside held considerable value.

"I've brought the Precious Jade."

I quickened the pace of my thrusts. With each increase in speed, her breathing grew rougher.

"Ngh! Hah—! Hahk! Haaah!"

No matter how precious the item she'd brought, it was only proper to finish what I'd started.

There was no way I'd stop mid-sex. After a few more deep thrusts, I came inside Beatrice's pussy with a satisfied groan before pulling out.

My cock was still throbbing insistently, but that could be dealt with later. Of course, Beatrice, having reached her peak, collapsed in front of me.

"Master... you're too rough..."

Not that she didn't enjoy the roughness. Regardless, I took the box from Aria.

"So, this is the box containing the Precious Jade?"

The Precious Jade—capable of concealing one's true identity. This was what I'd come here for. I'd also gained a new sex slave in Aria, so it wasn't a journey I regretted, but leaving without this would've been a shame.

"Let me check it."

As I opened the box, Aria knelt before me and slowly pressed her lips against my cock.

Seeing how hard I still was, it seemed she couldn't resist her own urges either.

'How did a woman like her stay alone all this time?'

Now completely free of any aversion to cock, she began sucking eagerly, her tongue flicking out as if savoring the taste.

"Hmm, nice."

Leaving Aria to her work, I opened the box. Inside was a small gemstone.

At a glance, it looked no different from an ordinary jewel. Sensing my expression, Aria spoke up between sucks.

"...To activate the Precious Jade... slurp... you must... swallow it... lick... in your mouth."

"Swallow it in my mouth?"

The way she said it while sucking my cock made it sound oddly erotic. I immediately followed her instructions and placed the Precious Jade in my mouth.

"And?"

"Like making a wish... slurp... lick... visualize the form you desire."

"That's it?"

It was ridiculously simple. Following Aria's words, I slowly pictured the appearance in my mind—a typical human form. Though I did hope for a slight buff in the looks department.

'Not that I dislike my original appearance, but being a little more handsome would help reel in more women, wouldn't it?'

A moment later, my face tingled—like bugs crawling over my skin.

"Well? Any changes?"

"...You have no conscience."

"It can't be that bad."

Glancing at the mirror, I saw that the horns and wings—symbols of the demon race—had completely vanished. Instead, I now resembled the handsome celebrity ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd imagined. Of course, I didn't think I looked that different, but apparently, the effect was noticeable.

"I don't get it. Not like I care much for my current looks anyway."

"Then what do you like?"

"Can't you tell?"

Aria continued sucking my cock with enthusiasm. She really was a succubus of a woman.

'At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if her late lover died from overexertion.'

It was a reasonable suspicion. Later, when Beatrice saw me, she immediately asked who I was—but she successfully deduced my identity after seeing the size of my cock.