Moments after pure pleasure, a blue screen flashed in front of Ronnie.
[You've exposed secrets and revealed the truth]
[You've successfully used your ability to increase mana]
[Mana has increased!]
Right then, Ronnie felt a surge of energy flood his entire body. It was like a delicious electric current buzzing through every cell. The strength he'd lost with Rosie came rushing back, doubled, stronger, and more vibrant.
"Is this what mana feels like?" he whispered, stunned.
He looked at his hands and saw a faint glow around them, a soft blue shimmer barely noticeable. For an ordinary guy like Ronnie, this was nothing short of a miracle. In this world, those who could harness and grow their mana ruled everything.
Curious, he pulled up his stats screen to see the change for himself.
[Mana: 15]
A huge grin spread across his face. He clearly remembered his mana was 9 that morning, and now it had jumped by 6 points! It might seem small to some, but who in this world had a guaranteed, direct way to boost mana this fast?
Power coursed through his whole body. The faint glow around his hands started spreading, wrapping his entire frame in a subtle aura. The rush of strength and euphoria was so intoxicating that his cock stiffened again, swelling rock-hard.
Rosie, still catching her breath, noticed Ronnie's sudden erection. Her eyes widened with a mix of fear and arousal. She scooted back like a scared cat, crawling on her hands and knees, her huge breasts swaying with every move.
"W-what's happening?" she stammered, her voice shaky, her gaze locked on his erect dragon, which looked bigger and more threatening than before. She'd thought he was done after cumming, but this guy standing before her had insane stamina.
Ronnie glanced at her and smirked slyly. He scanned her naked body with a hungry stare—those massive, mouthwatering breasts, that curved waist, that round ass that had jiggled in front of him earlier. He remembered how it bounced with each motion, and his throbbing cock felt like a beast craving more.
"No need to panic, Miss Rosie," he said, his voice deeper and more commanding than it had been minutes ago. "You've already shown me your true self."
He stepped toward her slowly, his erect cock leading the way like a spear.
"Why be scared?" he asked in a smooth but firm tone. "Come here, and let's do this right this time."
As his words hit her, Rosie felt a shiver run through her body. She'd revealed a side of herself she'd never shown anyone, not even her husband. For years, Gary came home and went straight to bed without touching her, leaving her pent-up, desperate to satisfy her burning desires.
Now, heat was rising in her body again. Her pink nipples hardened, standing out like ripe grapes. Her pussy grew wet and pulsed with longing. She stared at the erect penis in front of her, imagining how that monster would feel plunging into her depths.
"I… I…" she stuttered, her eyes fixed on his throbbing member.
Ronnie moved closer, guiding his "third leg" forward until it was right in front of her. He stood there, his erect cock level with her face, casting a shadow over her beautiful features. Behind it, Rosie looked up at him with wide eyes, a mix of fear and lust swirling in them.
"I know what you really want," Ronnie whispered, his hand reaching out to stroke her soft brown hair. "No need to pretend anymore."
In that moment, Rosie gave in completely. There was no turning back, and deep down, she didn't want to. She knew this guy was blackmailing her, but at the same time, she wanted this—needed it, craved it.
Slowly, her trembling hand reached out and gripped his hard snake. It was warm and pulsing in her fingers, bigger than she remembered. She started stroking it back and forth, savoring its silky texture over its steel-like firmness.
"Yes, like that," Ronnie encouraged, his hand still playing with her hair. "Show me your real skills."
Rosie glanced at her bare, massive breasts, then at Ronnie's erect dick. Conflicting emotions churned inside her—her mind resisted, but her body begged for more. Without realizing it, her hand sped up, stroking his cock faster.
In that moment, Ronnie, wrestling with his own urges, pushed her down to lie on the floor. He positioned his cock right between her breasts and started thrusting, sliding it in and out. Rosie was shocked by what was happening.
"What are you doing?!"
"Stop!"
Despite her feeble protests, her body quickly surrendered to the act.
"Still fighting it? It's over, Rosie. You're my slut now, and I've exposed you," Ronnie said coldly.
Rosie stopped resisting, letting Ronnie do whatever he wanted with her body.
She kept staring at his dragon as it emerged from between her tits with each thrust, brushing her lips before sliding back down. It was driving her wild with heat.
Without thinking, she pressed her huge tits together with her hands, creating a deep valley between them.
Ronnie saw that Rosie had fully submitted, no longer fighting back. He knelt over her, his knees on either side of her waist. Then he placed his erect little brother between her massive breasts.
"Oh…" he groaned with pleasure, feeling the softness and warmth of her breasts enveloping his cock.
Rosie squeezed her boobs tighter, surrounding his cock completely. The sensation was incredible—soft, warm, and pliant. Ronnie started moving his hips back and forth, sliding his meat between her pressed-together breasts.
With each thrust, the head of his meat poked out from between her mountains before vanishing back into that soft valley. Rosie watched the scene with half-closed eyes, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick the tip when it came near her mouth.
"This… is amazing…" Ronnie whispered, picking up speed. He could feel her soft breasts hugging his cock tightly, pressing against it from all sides.
Rosie started moaning softly with each movement, as if she was enjoying it as much as he was. She squeezed her breasts harder and moved them up and down slightly to increase the friction.
"Like my big tits, huh?" she asked in a sultry voice, her eyes glinting with lust.
Ronnie was stunned by Rosie's transformation, like she'd become a completely different person.
"Yeah… they're perfect…" he replied, groaning with pleasure.
Is this because of my power?
Does my ability reveal people's true selves?
So this is the real Rosie, huh?
Watching Rosie revel in it all, moaning and licking his dick eagerly each time it appeared, Ronnie felt his power was truly fascinating.
While Ronnie was lost in the pleasure of Rosie's breasts, she was just as turned on. She was soaking wet below, and without realizing it, one of her hands slipped between her thighs, her fingers rubbing her swollen clit.
"You're a real slut, aren't you?" Ronnie whispered, his voice thick with lust. "enjoying my meat between your tits while you touch yourself."
Rosie nodded, too aroused to speak. She moaned softly, her body trembling slightly with each stroke of her fingers on her clit.
Ronnie felt himself nearing the edge. He sped up, thrusting his cock between her breasts with more force. Pressure was building in his lower belly, heat spreading through his entire body.
"Ohhh… I'm gonna cum!" he yelled hoarsely, his abs clenching.
"Yes, do it… do it on my tits…" Rosie urged, squeezing her breasts even tighter.
In that moment, Ronnie exploded, cumming all over Rosie's breasts and face, nearly drowning her. Her face was barely visible, coated in cum, and her breasts were drenched in it. She looked like a total mess.
Ronnie sat back, watching Rosie swallow every drop of his cum and clean herself, her eyes still locked on his dragon with hunger.
Suddenly, they heard a sharp knock at the door. Two loud raps froze both Ronnie and Rosie in place.
"Damn it!" Ronnie hissed, quickly pulling his third leg from between Rosie's breasts.
They scrambled to get dressed. Ronnie fixed his pants and sat upright on the couch, trying to hide his obvious bulge. Rosie smoothed out her wrinkled dress and tidied her messy hair.
"Who the hell shows up now?" Ronnie muttered angrily, cursing whoever interrupted his fun.
Rosie went to answer the door, and when she returned, a beautiful young girl was with her. Ronnie's jaw dropped when he saw who walked in.
It was Kira, the blacksmith's daughter and Rosie's daughter. The target he'd come for in the first place. For a moment, he'd almost forgotten why he was here. He barely managed to hide his erection, but seeing Kira's tempting body made his cock throb again under his pants.
Kira was a twenty-year-old girl with long, soft brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore light armor that hugged her athletic, curvy figure. With each step, her large breasts bounced slightly, barely contained by the armor. Her long, exposed legs were toned and strong, the result of years learning blacksmithing.
Kira spotted Ronnie on the couch and froze for a second. Then she marched toward him confidently, her breasts shifting with each step.
"You! What are you doing here?" she snapped, pointing at him. She was shocked to see the guy she'd rejected not long ago.
Ronnie gave a calm smile, his eyes roaming her body slowly.
"I heard you're heading to the Royal Academy, so I came to wish you luck," he said simply.
Kira looked thrown off by his cool response. She'd expected him to be embarrassed or upset after her rejection, but he seemed confident and in control.
"That's… nice of you," she said finally, unsure how to handle this.
This useless guy—wasn't he crying when I rejected him? Why's he acting like nothing happened? Kira thought, annoyed by Ronnie's cold demeanor.
Ronnie had been her childhood friend; they'd played together for years. But over time, Kira realized talent was everything in this world, and hanging out with Ronnie wouldn't get her anywhere. So she slowly drifted away from him.
But now, looking at him, she sensed something different. There was a new vibe about Ronnie—a mix of confidence and mystery she hadn't noticed before. He seemed more attractive, more dangerous.
"Kira, don't you remember how we used to play together, spending all our time as kids?" Ronnie asked with a chilly smile.
"We're childhood friends, right?"
"I just came to say goodbye since you're leaving. I hope you shine at the Academy."
Then he held out his hand for a handshake. Kira felt a weird twist in her stomach. She couldn't believe this guy, who'd broken down when she rejected him, had pulled himself together, forgotten it all, and actually came to wish her well.
For a moment, she felt guilty. But she quickly regained her composure. She reached out to shake his hand, unaware of the danger lurking.
As their hands touched, Ronnie smirked slyly. He looked at Kira, remembering the past, her betrayal.
The truth no one knew was that Kira hadn't just rejected him. He'd caught her having sex with one of their schoolteachers. The scene was burned into his mind—Kira bent over a desk, the teacher taking her from behind, her panting and moaning loudly.
When Ronnie saw her, she looked right at him and said in a broken voice, "We… aren't lovers… so why… are you mad?"
Those words crushed him. He'd had deep feelings for her for years and was about to confess, but she shattered him with that scene and those cruel words.
Royal Academy, huh? Bet that teacher you sucked off and let fuck you over and over got you that recommendation, Ronnie thought bitterly.
I'll teach you a harsh lesson before you leave.
As their hands met, Ronnie laughed loudly.
"Devil's Touch!" he declared confidently.
But instead of the expected result, a new screen popped up, making him sweat and freeze in place.
[Target is stronger than the user]
[Target has mental immunity]
[Skill has no effect]
His eyes widened in shock. How could Kira be immune to his power? Was her strength greater than he'd imagined?
For a moment, fear crept into his heart. But he quickly pulled himself together. This was just a small hurdle. He'd find another way to get to her, to get his revenge.
He flashed a cold smile, already thinking of his next move. Maybe Devil's Touch failed, but he had other skills. Perhaps Stellar Eyes or The Dreamer would work better.
And if all his direct skills failed… well, there was always Rosie. He could use the mother to get to the daughter.
"Welcome home, Kira," he said finally, his voice calm and commanding. "Good luck at the Academy."
Kira eyed him suspiciously, unaware of the real threat this boy, whom she'd always thought weak and useless, now posed.
She had no idea her life was about to change forever.