West carried it across the room and set it down exactly where she wanted.
"Done."
She let out a relieved breath. "Thank you... seriously."
She quickly moved to the kitchen and ca back with a chilled bottle of fruit juice.
"Here. It’s not much but—"
West accepted it with a soft smile. "You didn’t have to."
As she handed it over, he leaned in slightly—just enough to close the distance and pressed a light kiss against the side of her neck.
She froze as a subtle shiver ran through her.
West pulled back like it was nothing, already turning toward the door.
"If you need help again..." he said casually, glancing over his shoulder, "feel free to call ."
After West left, the woman stood there with her fingers lightly brushing the spot he had touched and her breathing just a little uneven.
—
The next morning, West woke up to sothing unusual.
A clear notification flashed across his vision.
[ SYSTEM NOTICE ]
Affinity with Cuckhold System has reached 100%
West blinked.
"...Huh?"
He sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh I forgot that this... was a thing..."
He had seen the percentage ticking upward over ti but never really paid attention to it.
Before he could think further...
[ SYSTEM EVOLUTION INITIATED ]
[ Rebooting... ]
[ Estimated Ti: 24 Hours ]
West stared at the floating text.
"Wait—what?"
More lines appeared rapidly.
[ During reboot period: – Only ONE system skill accessible – All system sub-stats reduced by 50% – Summon-linked abilities remain active – Direct system interface unavailable ]
West leaned back against the bed, exhaling.
"...That’s inconvenient."
But after a mont, he shrugged.
"Could be worse."
He could still summon, fight and train...
He just wouldn’t have the system constantly feeding him advantages.
—
Later that day, West stood at the center of his apartnt, watching a scene unfold with mild amusent.
Gor’thala was dressed in a surprisingly fitting maid outfit in the kitchen, efficiently preparing food. Despite her towering, warrior-like presence, she moved with such hypnotism.
Seraphyra glided across the living room, cleaning surfaces elegantly
Aurethia stood behind West, pressing firmly into his shoulders as she gave him a massage.
"You’ve been tense," she said calmly.
West let out a low ’hmm’. "That obvious?"
"Yes."
He relaxed slightly under her touch before she added...
"You also promised to take us to an arcade this weekend."
West opened one eye.
"...You’re still on that? You have taken quite the liking to video gas, Aurethia..."
Aurethia frowned slightly. "It is a form of training."
He laughed. "Training?"
"Yes. Reflexes. Coordination. Strategy."
Seraphyra glanced over, clearly amused. "You just like the gas."
Aurethia couldn’t deny it... the feeling of using a controller to enjoy exploring other worlds or wearing a VR helt and being there in a sort of physical way... It was exhilarating.
Gor’thala called out from the kitchen. "Food is almost ready."
West leaned back, looking at the three of them with an amused expression.
This... wasn’t what he expected his life to beco but monts like this was everything.
He closed his eyes again, letting himself sink into the mont.
"Alright," he said after a while. "We’ll go to the arcade."
Aurethia’s hands paused briefly just enough to show she was pleased.
"Thank you Master..."
...
...
The rest of the day unfolded calmly with no ergencies since he hadn’t been called to clear a new ruin just yet.
Now West seed to have more ti to coordinate activities as he pleased. He was in more control now.
Ever since West and Jax had quit Ash & Crè Café three weeks ago, their schedules had opened up completely. No more early shifts... No more balancing school, work, and awakened responsibilities all at once.
And now that they had officially graduated, there were no more excuses.
Everything they did now was building toward one thing... the Shadow Reapers.
—
The abandoned industrial warehouse was exactly as it always had... rust clung to the tal beams overhead, broken glass littered parts of the floor, and the faint echo of their footsteps bounced off the wide, hollow interior.
West leaned against a concrete pillar with his arms folded, watching.
"Alright," he said casually. "Show what you’ve got."
Jax didn’t need to be told twice.
He stepped forward, his hand gripping the hilt of his elegant Ice Katana forged by Orion Voss at Divine Forge.
The mont Jax drew it, a faint frost spread across the air as the temperature dropped and a thin layer of ice ford beneath his feet.
"...Still feels unreal," Jax muttered with a grin.
The blade sliced through the air with leaving behind trails of icy mist as Jax swung while dashing across the place at quick speed.
Each swing carried the essence of his Glacial Sovereign Bloodline as he slashed downward...
A sharp arc of frost energy shot forward, freezing a rusted tal barrel instantly before shattering it into pieces.
West nodded slightly.
"Again."
Jax changed his stance before activating his second branch...
His eyes glowed faintly blue as the blade itself began to emit a cold, crystalline glow.
He dashed forward with a white frosty trail following behind him.
He spun and struck, sending a wave of ice erupting outward, spreading across the ground, freezing everything in its path.
He followed up imdiately, chaining strikes together...
Each slash layered frost upon frost, building pressure, enhancing the next attack.
The katana wasn’t just a weapon... it complented his bloodline, amplifying abilities with every swing.
Jax stopped after a final strike, exhaling heavily.
"...Man, I need a real fight."
West smirked slightly. "You’ll get one soon."
—
"Okay, my turn!"
Nina stepped forward, already brimming with excitent.
She wore a light set of armor which happened to be a piece West had given her from the Eternal Ruins loot. It fit her beautiful and busty physique perfectly without restricting movent.
But the real focus was the glowing brush, she held lightly in her hand.
It didn’t look dangerous at first glance... until she used it.
"Watch this," she stated before flicking the brush forward.
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