This S.O.B. System - Chapter 76

Asher was awoken by knock at the door. He grumbled as he blindly went to the door. On the other side was Tosh, the half-elf from Earth. “What's up?” Asher asked, his vision blurry. A quick look at his Comm said he only got an hour of sleep. Tiff was extra hard on him the night before. She demanded a lot of sexy time after the dinner party. 

“Time for your duel,” Tosh said, averting his eyes. Asher noticed he was still naked. 

“Oh, right,” Asher said. He yawned saying, “Lights.” The lights turned on to show the state of their room. Tiff had demanded to do it everywhere, the pillows and table were in disarray. There was more than one mystery fluid. Tiff laid naked on the bed. He walked over, slapping her ass. “You want to go to the duel?” He asked. She groaned a reply but pushed herself up. 

She pulled out her pink pajamas covered in kittens and began to put them on, no underwear of course. When she was dressed Tosh walked in. “You know you can will those clothes on right?” He said. 

“What?” Asher asked as he struggled to fit his leg in his jeans. 

“If they’re in your storage item. If you practice you can dress yourself instantly.” Tosh showed this by his elfen leafed armor switching to a robe, then back again instantly. 

“I didn’t know that,” Asher said. He put his pants in his ring. Thinking about it hard they were then on his arms. 

“Maybe practice later,” Tosh offered, “if you live.” 

Asher grumbled at the comment. “Should I wear armor?” He asked. His brain was not fully awake.

“I would,” Tosh said. Asher pulled his armor set out. The thick metal Guts’ armor looked thicker now. He had been level 20 when he wore it last. There had been no real need for it. Since it was Growth Armor it would grow with his strength. The pauldrons were now the curved metal at the shoulder with layered steel underneath. The breastplate had leather straps around it for blades. The legguards were a little more ornate now, and the boots had metal plating on them. It was much closer to the final form from what Asher remembered. He wondered if they would turn into the Berserker Armor, or if he had to buy that. 

The helmet was the same face cage, but he decided to forgo that. Storing it back in his ring he said, “Ready.” His wife in her pink pajamas, he grabbed her hand as they followed Tosh. 

“Do you want anyone else to go?” Tosh asked. 

“Not really,” he admitted. Tosh sighed, but they were soon walking down the halls. Last night had been dramatic to say the least. Apparently there were videos leaked of Asher at Lyola’s castle. They didn’t show them doing the deed, but it was heavily implied as he walked out of her chambers in barely anything. Wide smiles on he, Lyola, and Tillie’s faces. Fetince had claimed some ancient honor issue, and spouted bullshit. Asher tried to talk him out of it, but the more Asher tried, the more pompous Fetince became. 

“Any idea why he is pushing for a Death Duel so bad?” Asher asked. 

“He can’t exactly challenge his fiance,” Tosh explained as they entered the elevator platform. “The Burills are strong, but they would be hard pressed to go against the Roktai. And honestly you’re low level now. The news began showing your rise in power with the broadcast today. They showed that you were only level 7 when you came to the planet months ago. It would make anyone scared how fast you are leveling.”

“Didn’t seem that fast,” Asher said. “What level are you?” 

“I know you don’t mean to be offensive, but here that’s like asking dick size,” Tosh said. “I’ve been here 4 years and I’m level 38. They consider that fast.” 

“Ha,” Tiff said. “You aren’t the highest level Earthling anymore.” Asher grumbled. He felt stupid bragging about it now. 

“Anyway, jumping 23 levels in only a few months is quick. I’m sure he fears that if he leaves you alone you’ll be closer to his level soon,” Tosh said. 

“Makes sense,” Asher said. He planned to level hard over the next few months to make sure he didn’t have issues when he went home. 

“You sure are nonchalant about all this,” Tosh noted as they stepped out of the platform. 

“Did one of these before,” Asher said. “Last guy was 2 levels higher.”

“Well Fetince is 12, trust me, anything over 5 levels you’ll have trouble with,” Tosh said. By the lack of reaction from them both he asked, “Tell me. Do you think you at level 1 would have a chance of beating you at level 13?”  It kind of hit Asher with that comment. He was starting to get a little nervous now. “Besides, if you die in a Death Duel, Earth won’t have a Champion.” 

“What does that mean?” Tiff asked, a little fear in her voice.

“All of you would be shipped back home,” he said to Tiffany. “And we wouldn’t have any screen time during the Trials. Initialization Trials are about introducing our people to the League, but also for attracting sponsors. People that may be interested in alliances, or marrying off sons and daughters that aren’t being helpful. If you did well in the Trials, after the 5 year guardianship of your System, you could request alliances. Planets that do well should have many options. Maybe not the strongest planets, but every alliance is important. Maybe you could get lucky and catch the eye of some high level Sponsor. There are lots of skills out there to learn besides those the System gives, and they are what set true Masters apart.”

They walked in silence until they came to an exterior platform. It was much like the one their bus had landed on the day before. No walls, they were high in the air. A large circle was painted on the base. Tyranis, Lyola, and her mother Millie were standing on one side of the circle. Fetince and Plarious stood at the other. 

“Good, you did not run,” Fetince said arrogantly. 

Asher rolled his eyes. “I’m assuming it's some kind of tradition to do this at dawn?” He asked Tosh through another yawn. 

“Yes, as everything is with elves.” He drew in closer and whispered. “I don’t know his exact System. But something with Sleep Mana.” Asher nodded. “I hope your mind stats are high.”

“Is 25 high?” Asher asked. 

Tosh looked a little shocked. “I thought you were a physical fighter.” 

“I am, got some titles, and a quest reward gave me a lot of mind stats,” Asher admitted in a whisper. 

“You might actually have a chance then. Don’t be flashy. Go in for the kill,” Tosh said and took a step back. 

“The sun rises,” Tyranis announced. 

Tiffany pulled Asher in and gave him a deep kiss. “You die and I kill you,” she threatened. 

“What if I win?” He asked with a wink. 

“Blowie?” She asked. 

“Yes, please,” he said with a smile and kissed her again. Stepping back he willed out his sword. The white light kept extending from his hand until it was 6 feet away, then the sword appeared. It was 2 feet wide and just the blade was 6 feet long. The blade was black steel at the center but as it tapered to the edge on each side and tip it was a sleek silver. The grip was a thick metal pipe wrapped in cloth that was another 2 feet long. 

“The Dragon Slayer,” he said in awe. His Guts’ Sword had turned into its final form. He was still not good at judging weight, but with 50 strength he was strong enough to wield it. Asher swung it a few times. The blade roared through the air as he moved it smoothly. A smile on his face he used both hands on the grip, brought it up then with all his strength brought it down. He stopped it an inch from the ground with ease as the wind pushed dirt away around it. 

Asher turned to Fetince confidently. “Overcompensating?” Plarious stage whispered. Asher felt better when both Tiff and Lyola chuckled. 

Ignoring the comment Ash stepped into the white painted circle. He noticed that it wasn’t actually painted, white tiles connected to make a fighting ring. The rest of the floor was a black stone tile. A part of him guessed this platform was specifically for Death Duels. 

“A grievance has been raised,” Tyranis announced. “Fetince Burill claims to have been wronged by Asher Whitmore.” Fetince stepped into the ring with that. He wore black robes that hid his form. He also wore a funny hat that looked like it belonged on a pope. Asher assumed it raised his intelligence or something. “Are their seconds present?” Tyranis asked. Tosh and Plarious stepped up. “Relationship?” 

“Uncle,” Plarious said. 

“Friend,” Tosh announced. It was explained to Asher that they were needed if he was to run off. He was a little surprised that Tosh offered to be his second. It had something to do with his level. Anyone could challenge someone to a Death Duel, but then you might have level 100 people challenging level 1s for thrones. Seconds were needed so that royals could bow out, and legally the seconds had to be within a few levels of the challenger. 

“Do you deny these actions?” Tyranis asked Asher. 

“Is age of consent a thing here?” He asked. He was 17 when he bedded Lyola. 

“What?”

“Nevermind,” Asher said. “I do not deny my actions.” 

“What are the terms?” Tyranis asked. 

“To the death,” Fetince said. 

“And the spoils?” 

“Titles and Syscos,” Fetince said. Lyola and her mother gasped. 

“What does that mean?” Asher asked. 

Tosh came over and began whispering. “Most likely the real reason he challenged you. You have a lot of titles. Though the System wouldn’t recognize him as Lawful Good, he would still receive the stat bonuses.”

“That doesn’t seem fair. I have a lot of Syscos too,” he said. 

“Then demand your own rewards,” Tosh said and stepped back. 

“How many titles do you have?” Asher asked the blood elf. 

“2,” Fetince said confidently. 

“I have 5,” Asher said. There were a few surprised looks all around. “And 9,000 Syscos. Are you even close to that?” 

“Give some Syscos to your wife,” Plarious ordered. 

Asher felt like they were betting, and despite warnings, he was confident he would win. “No,” he said. “Pay up if you want to duel.”

Fetince and Plarious were soon whispering to one another. He guessed they transferred some Syscos as they pushed invisible screens. Eventually Fetince stepped back. “15,000 Syscos,” he said. Asher thought about it and nodded. He needed Syscos for his new spaceship. 

“The terms have been set,” Tyranis said. With that the screen popped up. 

Asher clicked Y mentally as he raised his blade. 

Fetince began walking to the opposite side of the circle. “Let’s see what a Lawful Good has,” he said arrogantly. Then like a flasher he opened his robes. 

Asher didn’t get to see what was underneath as he was already asleep. It was a dreamless sleep. His mind and body simply relaxed. The deep blackness enveloped him. Nothing bothered him for a long time. Lost in the Abyss he didn’t worry about the trial or Zora or anything for once. He simply existed, no time passed for him. Then someone poked his side, he swatted them away. 

He woke up to his blade cutting off Fetince’s head. The pink man’s face turned a few times as it flew through the air. Ash’s large blade stopped just past the neck as he dazedly remembered what he was doing. There was a yell of anguish from Plarious, but Asher read his notifications instead of bothering to see. 

He guessed the (884) was from his Champion necklace that gave 5% more experience. Curious he brought up the titles. 

“Cool,” Asher said as he brought up his status screen. Since he probably only woke up because of his mind stats, he decided to fill the lower stats in more. 

After his Roleplay with Tiff he had thought about it, and was able to add a height stat to his Custom ones. He had also been able to raise his Ahegao skill up from 120% to 200%. His Mana Sight was also new, and he had worked hard with it on the ship. He hadn’t noticed but his Regal Presence had leveled the day before, and the Battle Instincts leveled with the duel. That must have been the main reason he was fine. After some thought he noticed his HP was down. Fetince must have got a hit in. 

“Are you alright?” Tosh asked as Asher stepped out of the ring. 

“Yep,” Asher said. He followed Tosh’s gaze to his side. At a joint in the breastplate a long dagger was sticking out of him near his heart. Asher groaned. Clasping the hilt he pulled it out. His HP dropped by 5, but Asher ignored it as he began channeling Healing Touch into his palm. The blue mana entered into him and stopped the bleeding. “Know anywhere I can have my breastplate fixed?” He asked. His HP raised by 1. He really needed to raise the Healing Touch skill level. 

“Um sure. I can take all of you if you want,” Tosh said. Apparently he was still in a daze. “How did you do that?” 

“Do what?” Asher asked. 

“Break out of his charm? He used an artifact to knock you out,” Tosh said. 

“Didn’t realize. Not sure really. I have good Battle Instincts,” he said as he walked over to Tiff. 

“My hero,” she said, grabbing onto him. “Now you can really take me shopping.” 

They began walking back inside. Asher stealthily put Fetince’s long dagger in his storage ring. “I was promised blowie,” he reminded her. 

“Ok,” she said. “I need my coffee anyway.” Asher laughed as they walked back in. It wasn’t too hard to find the elevator, or know that they were on the 5th floor. When they were in the room Tiff made him get out of his armor. Since he could control his taste, even his sweat tasted like coffee, but she still made him shower in their side room. 

When he was finally on the bed relaxing she wore her pink kitten pajamas as she slunk towards the bed. His dick hardening the closer she got she smiled up at him. His dick in her hand she put the head in her mouth and channeled mana into it. The Nerve Control made just his head feel amazing as she licked the tip. She took it up a notch, channeling more mana, and before he knew it he was emptying in her mouth. 

“That’s cheating,” he grunted as he came hard. She took his seed in happily. 

“Only for the first one, I promise,” she said after getting her fill. Then she was taking him to the base. He groaned happily as his sensitive dick slid all the way down her throat. His legs bucked, but she never moved as her lips wrapped around the base. Soon the oversensitive feeling faded and she was slowly drawing herself up, only to come back down. Her throat gagged at a certain point in her throat. Tiff powered through it every time. Her long tongue twirled around his dick expertly.

There was a knock at the door. Asher groaned, “Who is it?” He yelled. Without a word Lyola walked in. “You didn’t lock it?” He asked Tiff. She raised her head to see who it was, but then turned back to Ash and gave him a wink. Without a shred of shame she took him back to the base. 

Lyola stood there awkwardly inside the door as she registered what was happening on the bed. “Sorry to disturb,” she said, but didn’t move. 

“What are you doing?” Asher asked Tiff as she swirled her tongue around his glans. 

“I think she wants to talk,” she whispered. Her head moved down to his balls. 

“Then let her,” he said as he bucked his legs again. 

“She can. But I’m not stopping. And no cumming until I say so,” she ordered locking eyes with him. He groaned but nodded. 

“How can I help you, Lyola?” Asher asked loudly. 

“I um,” she said walking slowly toward them, her eyes transfixed on Tiff’s head, “wanted to say congratulations.” 

“Well thank you,” he said with a groan as Tiff went back down to the base. “I assume the Burills won’t be a problem for you now?” 

Lyola only nodded as she watched Tiff work. Tiffany only had eyes for him as she raised and lowered on his dick. He wasn’t sure what kind of power move she was playing at, but Tiff was winning. Lyola’s cheeks were flushed. He recognized she was turned on. She became unresponsive much the same way last time. 

Tiff raised off of his dick. “Did you release the videos of Asher at your palace?” She asked, turning to Lyola. 

Lyola jumped as if caught doing something she shouldn’t. “Of course not,” she said. 

“Then how were they released at the most opportune time?” Tiff asked, wiping the saliva off her chin. She stepped up to Lyola. Though shorter, Tiff still made the elf back up. 

“I don’t know. He told the whole universe he was here a few months ago. I’m sure someone dug into it,” she said, growing angry. Tiff studied her for a minute. 

Then she appeared to come to a decision. “What does it mean to be the First Wife?” 

Lyola was caught off guard by the line of questioning, but answered. “It means you have say over everything. Who he marries. His household, if you want it. All the responsibility.” 

“Can’t say I’m interested in the responsibility,” Tiff said, turning around. She began to pace. “But I like the say on who he marries.” Tiff turned back to Lyola. “Tell me Chieftess, do you want my husband?” Lyola blushed deeply and looked down to the ground. This only gave Tiff more power as she stepped closer. “If you can’t say it outloud, then I’ll say no to your proposal.” 

“Yes,” Lyola whispered meekly. Her face and now ears blushed. 

“Is it just because of the sex?” Tiff asked. “We don’t mind sharing with others now and then. Or maybe it is because he is a Champion.” 

“No, I,” Lyola said, turning around. Her hands hid her cheeks. “I’ve tried to get him out of my head for months, and I couldn’t. It faded after a while. Then when I saw him on the vids, it all flooded back.”

“Are you in love with him, after only one night?” Tiff asked. 

“I don’t…” Asher could tell she was going to say know. He was honestly surprised, he liked her and all, but he thought it was just a fling. Looking at the 2 of them studying one another he felt like maybe a part of him did feel something for her. 

“That’s ok,” Tiff said. “Does being with other women bother you?” She asked seriously. Lyola shook her head. “You don’t mind, even if he is married to someone else at home?” Lyola thought for a second and shook her head. “Then I will consider this union for now,” Tiff said like she was passing a decree. “Would you like to join me in servicing my husband? He worked very hard this morning.” Asher’s dick was growing harder as the girls turned back to him. 

His dick bulged and got bigger, he knew how much Lyola liked it. Her eyes were filled with lust as she stepped over to the foot of the bed. She was about to get on the bed but Tiff stopped her. Turning the elf she stared in her eyes then pulled her face toward her own. Soon they were kissing. Lyola passively allowed it to happen, but when Tiff shot her tongue in the other woman’s mouth she moaned happily. “You both use Sex Mana?” Lyola asked. 

Tiff nodded, bringing Lyola’s face toward her own. They began to passionately kiss. Asher moved to join, but stopped as Tiff raised a finger. It wasn’t long before she pulled away. “I want to see how far down you can take him,” she said, nudging Lyola toward him. The three thousand year old elf nodded dreamily as she began to crawl up the bed. 

When her face was over his dick she commented, “It’s so big.” Without hesitation she took it into her mouth, happily slurping off Tiff’s saliva. Asher groaned with the feeling. She lowered and again had to stop about halfway down his 10 inch dick. Lyola held it there then came back up. Taking in a deep breath she went back down. 

Asher’s eyes shut from the pleasure. Then his mouth was taken over. Opening his eyes Tiff was next to him laying on his shoulder. She pulled his head to hers and began kissing him deeply. There was something otherworldly about the feeling of a woman’s tongue swirling around his dick, and another tongue stimulating his mouth. He groaned happily, but held back from cumming. He wanted to bask in the feeling for a time. Then Tiff pulled away. 

“Where are her zones?” she asked. 

“Ears and legs,” he groaned. He tried to pull her back toward him, but she slid down the bed. Her fingertips glowed with Nerve Control as she moved them to Lyola’s head. Lyola stopped moving so Tiff could do what she wanted. Instead of forcing her head down, Tiff caressed her wide and long ears. Lyola began cumming immediately. Her body writhed and voiced a moan happily from the surprise sensations from Tiff. 

Asher began to cum down her throat. She pulled back up, holding his head in her mouth as she shook from the orgasm. All the while Tiff continued pouring mana into her ears. When Asher’s dick let out its last spurt Tiff ordered, “Don’t swallow.” She grabbed the elf by the back of her hair and lifted it up. They began kissing deeply, sharing his seed. It coated Tiff’s long tongue as she moved it all around in Lyola’s mouth. Asher groaned still hard at the sight. 

“I think it’s our turn to be serviced,” Tiff said as she slowly pulled her face away from Lyola. Lyola appeared to agree. The 2 women looked at him, but unfortunately he was saved by another knock at the door. 

“Who is it!?” He yelled angrily. 

“It’s your mother.” 

“Shit,” Asher said. Soon the 3 of them were dressed, and mostly presentable. 

He opened the door and didn’t have time to dodge the smack on the top of his head. “You stupid son of mine. You were supposed to wake us!” She yelled, pushing him in. 

“You didn’t say that,” he said, blocking another blow. 

“I shouldn’t have to,” she growled angrily. “Of course I want to support my son when he might die! How stupid can you be?”

“It was just a duel,” he said as she threw another blow at him. 

“Oh, my son is so cool, duels are nothing to him,” she mocked. “How many of these have you done?” 

“A few,” he admitted. 

“And how many people have you killed?” She asked the real question. He was smart enough not to answer. “I thought I raised you better than this. You took someone’s life Asher, and you didn’t lose a wink of sleep over it, did you?” He didn’t have an answer to that. He had killed people to save Zora, and after that he didn’t stress about it anymore. “I expect you to try harder to protect a life next time,” she said. “These are real people. This isn’t a game. Every single one of them has a family that worries about them.”

He tried to think of some reason to justify his actions. Deep down he knew there really was no good explanation to give. Hell he had killed Fetince and checked his gains immediately after. Fetince had been an afterthought as soon as his head hit the tile. “I’m sorry,” Asher said. 

“And?” 

“And I’ll be better next time,” he said. 

“Good,” she said with a nod, then turned to the other 2 girls. “Oh shit, do I have another new daughter-in-law?” She asked as she looked at Lyola. Of course no one balked when she cursed.

“No,” Lyola said, rushing forward. “That is up to my father and mother,” she said. “But I did want to introduce myself, Ria.” She bowed. “I am Lyola Lofgren,” she said. “I like your son very much.”

Asher was awoken by knock at the door. He grumbled as he blindly went to the door. On the other side was Tosh, the half-elf from Earth. What's up? Asher asked, his vision blurry. A quick look at his Comm said he only got an hour of sleep. Tiff was extra hard on him the night before. She demanded a lot of sexy time after the dinner party. Time for your duel, Tosh said, averting his eyes. Asher noticed he was still naked. Oh, right, Asher said. He yawned saying, Lights. The lights turned on to show the state of their room. Tiff had demanded to do it everywhere, the pillows and table were in disarray. There was more than one mystery fluid. Tiff laid naked on the bed. He walked over, slapping her ass. You want to go to the duel? He asked. She groaned a reply but pushed herself up. She pulled out her pink pajamas covered in kittens and began to put them on, no underwear of course. When she was dressed Tosh walked in. You know you can will those clothes on right? He said. What? Asher asked as he struggled to fit his leg in his jeans. If they're in your storage item. If you practice you can dress yourself instantly. Tosh showed this by his elfen leafed armor switching to a robe, then back again instantly. I didn't know that, Asher said. He put his pants in his ring. Thinking about it hard they were then on his arms. Maybe practice later, Tosh offered, if you live. Asher grumbled at the comment. Should I wear armor? He asked. His brain was not fully awake. I would, Tosh said. Asher pulled his armor set out. The thick metal Guts' armor looked thicker now. He had been level 20 when he wore it last. There had been no real need for it. Since it was Growth Armor it would grow with his strength. The pauldrons were now the curved metal at the shoulder with layered steel underneath. The breastplate had leather straps around it for blades. The legguards were a little more ornate now, and the boots had metal plating on them. It was much closer to the final form from what Asher remembered. He wondered if they would turn into the Berserker Armor, or if he had to buy that. The helmet was the same face cage, but he decided to forgo that. Storing it back in his ring he said, Ready. His wife in her pink pajamas, he grabbed her hand as they followed Tosh. Do you want anyone else to go? Tosh asked. Not really, he admitted. Tosh sighed, but they were soon walking down the halls. Last night had been dramatic to say the least. Apparently there were videos leaked of Asher at Lyola's castle. They didn't show them doing the deed, but it was heavily implied as he walked out of her chambers in barely anything. Wide smiles on he, Lyola, and Tillie's faces. Fetince had claimed some ancient honor issue, and spouted bullshit. Asher tried to talk him out of it, but the more Asher tried, the more pompous Fetince became. Any idea why he is pushing for a Death Duel so bad? Asher asked. He can't exactly challenge his fiance, Tosh explained as they entered the elevator platform. The Burills are strong, but they would be hard pressed to go against the Roktai. And honestly you're low level now. The news began showing your rise in power with the broadcast today. They showed that you were only level 7 when you came to the planet months ago. It would make anyone scared how fast you are leveling. Didn't seem that fast, Asher said. What level are you? I know you don't mean to be offensive, but here that's like asking dick size, Tosh said. I've been here 4 years and I'm level 38. They consider that fast. Ha, Tiff said. You aren't the highest level Earthling anymore. Asher grumbled. He felt stupid bragging about it now. Anyway, jumping 23 levels in only a few months is quick. I'm sure he fears that if he leaves you alone you'll be closer to his level soon, Tosh said. Makes sense, Asher said. He planned to level hard over the next few months to make sure he didn't have issues when he went home. You sure are nonchalant about all this, Tosh noted as they stepped out of the platform. Did one of these before, Asher said. Last guy was 2 levels higher. Well Fetince is 12, trust me, anything over 5 levels you'll have trouble with, Tosh said. By the lack of reaction from them both he asked, Tell me. Do you think you at level 1 would have a chance of beating you at level 13? It kind of hit Asher with that comment. He was starting to get a little nervous now. Besides, if you die in a Death Duel, Earth won't have a Champion. What does that mean? Tiff asked, a little fear in her voice. All of you would be shipped back home, he said to Tiffany. And we wouldn't have any screen time during the Trials. Initialization Trials are about introducing our people to the League, but also for attracting sponsors. People that may be interested in alliances, or marrying off sons and daughters that aren't being helpful. If you did well in the Trials, after the 5 year guardianship of your System, you could request alliances. Planets that do well should have many options. Maybe not the strongest planets, but every alliance is important. Maybe you could get lucky and catch the eye of some high level Sponsor. There are lots of skills out there to learn besides those the System gives, and they are what set true Masters apart. They walked in silence until they came to an exterior platform. It was much like the one their bus had landed on the day before. No walls, they were high in the air. A large circle was painted on the base. Tyranis, Lyola, and her mother Millie were standing on one side of the circle. Fetince and Plarious stood at the other. Good, you did not run, Fetince said arrogantly. Asher rolled his eyes. I'm assuming it's some kind of tradition to do this at dawn? He asked Tosh through another yawn. Yes, as everything is with elves. He drew in closer and whispered. I don't know his exact System. But something with Sleep Mana. Asher nodded. I hope your mind stats are high. Is 25 high? Asher asked. Tosh looked a little shocked. I thought you were a physical fighter. I am, got some titles, and a quest reward gave me a lot of mind stats, Asher admitted in a whisper. You might actually have a chance then. Don't be flashy. Go in for the kill, Tosh said and took a step back. The sun rises, Tyranis announced. Tiffany pulled Asher in and gave him a deep kiss. You die and I kill you, she threatened. What if I win? He asked with a wink. Blowie? She asked. Yes, please, he said with a smile and kissed her again. Stepping back he willed out his sword. The white light kept extending from his hand until it was 6 feet away, then the sword appeared. It was 2 feet wide and just the blade was 6 feet long. The blade was black steel at the center but as it tapered to the edge on each side and tip it was a sleek silver. The grip was a thick metal pipe wrapped in cloth that was another 2 feet long. The Dragon Slayer, he said in awe. His Guts' Sword had turned into its final form. He was still not good at judging weight, but with 50 strength he was strong enough to wield it. Asher swung it a few times. The blade roared through the air as he moved it smoothly. A smile on his face he used both hands on the grip, brought it up then with all his strength brought it down. He stopped it an inch from the ground with ease as the wind pushed dirt away around it. Asher turned to Fetince confidently. Overcompensating? Plarious stage whispered. Asher felt better when both Tiff and Lyola chuckled. Ignoring the comment Ash stepped into the white painted circle. He noticed that it wasn't actually painted, white tiles connected to make a fighting ring. The rest of the floor was a black stone tile. A part of him guessed this platform was specifically for Death Duels. A grievance has been raised, Tyranis announced. Fetince Burill claims to have been wronged by Asher Whitmore. Fetince stepped into the ring with that. He wore black robes that hid his form. He also wore a funny hat that looked like it belonged on a pope. Asher assumed it raised his intelligence or something. Are their seconds present? Tyranis asked. Tosh and Plarious stepped up. Relationship? Uncle, Plarious said. Friend, Tosh announced. It was explained to Asher that they were needed if he was to run off. He was a little surprised that Tosh offered to be his second. It had something to do with his level. Anyone could challenge someone to a Death Duel, but then you might have level 100 people challenging level 1s for thrones. Seconds were needed so that royals could bow out, and legally the seconds had to be within a few levels of the challenger. Do you deny these actions? Tyranis asked Asher. Is age of consent a thing here? He asked. He was 17 when he bedded Lyola. What? Nevermind, Asher said. I do not deny my actions. What are the terms? Tyranis asked. To the death, Fetince said. And the spoils? Titles and Syscos, Fetince said. Lyola and her mother gasped. What does that mean? Asher asked. Tosh came over and began whispering. Most likely the real reason he challenged you. You have a lot of titles. Though the System wouldn't recognize him as Lawful Good, he would still receive the stat bonuses. That doesn't seem fair. I have a lot of Syscos too, he said. Then demand your own rewards, Tosh said and stepped back. How many titles do you have? Asher asked the blood elf. 2, Fetince said confidently. I have 5, Asher said. There were a few surprised looks all around. And 9,000 Syscos. Are you even close to that? Give some Syscos to your wife, Plarious ordered. Asher felt like they were betting, and despite warnings, he was confident he would win. No, he said. Pay up if you want to duel. Fetince and Plarious were soon whispering to one another. He guessed they transferred some Syscos as they pushed invisible screens. Eventually Fetince stepped back. 15,000 Syscos, he said. Asher thought about it and nodded. He needed Syscos for his new spaceship. The terms have been set, Tyranis said. With that the screen popped up. DUEL REQUEST Fetince Burill has requested a duel with you. Time Limit: N/A Terms To the Death Rewards Titles Syscos Accept: Y/N Asher clicked Y mentally as he raised his blade. The Duel has been Accepted by Both Parties Good Luck Fetince began walking to the opposite side of the circle. Let's see what a Lawful Good has, he said arrogantly. Then like a flasher he opened his robes. Asher didn't get to see what was underneath as he was already asleep. It was a dreamless sleep. His mind and body simply relaxed. The deep blackness enveloped him. Nothing bothered him for a long time. Lost in the Abyss he didn't worry about the trial or Zora or anything for once. He simply existed, no time passed for him. Then someone poked his side, he swatted them away. He woke up to his blade cutting off Fetince's head. The pink man's face turned a few times as it flew through the air. Ash's large blade stopped just past the neck as he dazedly remembered what he was doing. There was a yell of anguish from Plarious, but Asher read his notifications instead of bothering to see. Congratulations for Winning a Life/Death Duel Rewards 17,680 Experience 884 Burill Title Elvarian Title 14,850 Syscos 150 to guild He guessed the 884 was from his Champion necklace that gave 5% more experience. Curious he brought up the titles. Burill Title You have completed the Burill Trial Dungeon. Rewards 5+ Stats Elvarian Title You have proven your nobility as an elf in the Systemic League. Since ancient times this test has been used to identify the pure blooded elves of the System. Rewards 8+ Stats Cool, Asher said as he brought up his status screen. Since he probably only woke up because of his mind stats, he decided to fill the lower stats in more. Name: Asher Whitmore Skills: Alias: Quinten Hardly Acting LVL MAX System: PORN STAR STD Immunity LVL MAX Level: 30 Roleplaying LVL MAX Experience 28,814/120,000 5+% Prop Manifestation LVL MAX Title: Lawful Good 7 Relationship Screen LVL 10 Guild: Community Ahegao LVL 8 Syscos: 23,902 Survival LVL 12 Tracking LVL 10 HP: 125 /150 9 Brawling LVL 10 MP: 93 /93 Policing LVL 9 Battleshout LVL 11 Stats: 0 Intimidation LVL 11 Strength: 50 Powerstrike LVL 9 Dexterity: 40 Justice LVL 5 Endurance: 50 Regal Presence LVL 8 Agility: 40 Battle Instincts LVL 14 Wisdom: 31 Weapon Throw LVL 10 Intelligence: 31 Gun Fighting LVL 9 Luck: 30 Full Body Control LVL MAX Charm: 30 Mesmerizing Gaze LVL 9 Massage LVL 8 Custom Stats: Healing Touch LVL 4 Dick Length 9 Inches More To Love LVL MAX Dick Diameter 2 Inches Smooth Talker LVL 3 Fertility Off Mana Sight LVL 5 Pheromones 20 Libido 10 Height 6'-5" After his Roleplay with Tiff he had thought about it, and was able to add a height stat to his Custom ones. He had also been able to raise his Ahegao skill up from 120% to 200%. His Mana Sight was also new, and he had worked hard with it on the ship. He hadn't noticed but his Regal Presence had leveled the day before, and the Battle Instincts leveled with the duel. That must have been the main reason he was fine. After some thought he noticed his HP was down. Fetince must have got a hit in. Are you alright? Tosh asked as Asher stepped out of the ring. Yep, Asher said. He followed Tosh's gaze to his side. At a joint in the breastplate a long dagger was sticking out of him near his heart. Asher groaned. Clasping the hilt he pulled it out. His HP dropped by 5, but Asher ignored it as he began channeling Healing Touch into his palm. The blue mana entered into him and stopped the bleeding. Know anywhere I can have my breastplate fixed? He asked. His HP raised by 1. He really needed to raise the Healing Touch skill level. Um sure. I can take all of you if you want, Tosh said. Apparently he was still in a daze. How did you do that? Do what? Asher asked. Break out of his charm? He used an artifact to knock you out, Tosh said. Didn't realize. Not sure really. I have good Battle Instincts, he said as he walked over to Tiff. My hero, she said, grabbing onto him. Now you can really take me shopping. They began walking back inside. Asher stealthily put Fetince's long dagger in his storage ring. I was promised blowie, he reminded her. Ok, she said. I need my coffee anyway. Asher laughed as they walked back in. It wasn't too hard to find the elevator, or know that they were on the 5th floor. When they were in the room Tiff made him get out of his armor. Since he could control his taste, even his sweat tasted like coffee, but she still made him shower in their side room. When he was finally on the bed relaxing she wore her pink kitten pajamas as she slunk towards the bed. His dick hardening the closer she got she smiled up at him. His dick in her hand she put the head in her mouth and channeled mana into it. The Nerve Control made just his head feel amazing as she licked the tip. She took it up a notch, channeling more mana, and before he knew it he was emptying in her mouth. That's cheating, he grunted as he came hard. She took his seed in happily. Only for the first one, I promise, she said after getting her fill. Then she was taking him to the base. He groaned happily as his sensitive dick slid all the way down her throat. His legs bucked, but she never moved as her lips wrapped around the base. Soon the oversensitive feeling faded and she was slowly drawing herself up, only to come back down. Her throat gagged at a certain point in her throat. Tiff powered through it every time. Her long tongue twirled around his dick expertly. There was a knock at the door. Asher groaned, Who is it? He yelled. Without a word Lyola walked in. You didn't lock it? He asked Tiff. She raised her head to see who it was, but then turned back to Ash and gave him a wink. Without a shred of shame she took him back to the base. Lyola stood there awkwardly inside the door as she registered what was happening on the bed. Sorry to disturb, she said, but didn't move. What are you doing? Asher asked Tiff as she swirled her tongue around his glans. I think she wants to talk, she whispered. Her head moved down to his balls. Then let her, he said as he bucked his legs again. She can. But I'm not stopping. And no cumming until I say so, she ordered locking eyes with him. He groaned but nodded. How can I help you, Lyola? Asher asked loudly. I um, she said walking slowly toward them, her eyes transfixed on Tiff's head, wanted to say congratulations. Well thank you, he said with a groan as Tiff went back down to the base. I assume the Burills won't be a problem for you now? Lyola only nodded as she watched Tiff work. Tiffany only had eyes for him as she raised and lowered on his dick. He wasn't sure what kind of power move she was playing at, but Tiff was winning. Lyola's cheeks were flushed. He recognized she was turned on. She became unresponsive much the same way last time. Tiff raised off of his dick. Did you release the videos of Asher at your palace? She asked, turning to Lyola. Lyola jumped as if caught doing something she shouldn't. Of course not, she said. Then how were they released at the most opportune time? Tiff asked, wiping the saliva off her chin. She stepped up to Lyola. Though shorter, Tiff still made the elf back up. I don't know. He told the whole universe he was here a few months ago. I'm sure someone dug into it, she said, growing angry. Tiff studied her for a minute. Then she appeared to come to a decision. What does it mean to be the First Wife? Lyola was caught off guard by the line of questioning, but answered. It means you have say over everything. Who he marries. His household, if you want it. All the responsibility. Can't say I'm interested in the responsibility, Tiff said, turning around. She began to pace. But I like the say on who he marries. Tiff turned back to Lyola. Tell me Chieftess, do you want my husband? Lyola blushed deeply and looked down to the ground. This only gave Tiff more power as she stepped closer. If you can't say it outloud, then I'll say no to your proposal. Yes, Lyola whispered meekly. Her face and now ears blushed. Is it just because of the sex? Tiff asked. We don't mind sharing with others now and then. Or maybe it is because he is a Champion. No, I, Lyola said, turning around. Her hands hid her cheeks. I've tried to get him out of my head for months, and I couldn't. It faded after a while. Then when I saw him on the vids, it all flooded back. Are you in love with him, after only one night? Tiff asked. I don't Asher could tell she was going to say know. He was honestly surprised, he liked her and all, but he thought it was just a fling. Looking at the 2 of them studying one another he felt like maybe a part of him did feel something for her. That's ok, Tiff said. Does being with other women bother you? She asked seriously. Lyola shook her head. You don't mind, even if he is married to someone else at home? Lyola thought for a second and shook her head. Then I will consider this union for now, Tiff said like she was passing a decree. Would you like to join me in servicing my husband? He worked very hard this morning. Asher's dick was growing harder as the girls turned back to him. His dick bulged and got bigger, he knew how much Lyola liked it. Her eyes were filled with lust as she stepped over to the foot of the bed. She was about to get on the bed but Tiff stopped her. Turning the elf she stared in her eyes then pulled her face toward her own. Soon they were kissing. Lyola passively allowed it to happen, but when Tiff shot her tongue in the other woman's mouth she moaned happily. You both use Sex Mana? Lyola asked. Tiff nodded, bringing Lyola's face toward her own. They began to passionately kiss. Asher moved to join, but stopped as Tiff raised a finger. It wasn't long before she pulled away. I want to see how far down you can take him, she said, nudging Lyola toward him. The three thousand year old elf nodded dreamily as she began to crawl up the bed. When her face was over his dick she commented, It's so big. Without hesitation she took it into her mouth, happily slurping off Tiff's saliva. Asher groaned with the feeling. She lowered and again had to stop about halfway down his 10 inch dick. Lyola held it there then came back up. Taking in a deep breath she went back down. Asher's eyes shut from the pleasure. Then his mouth was taken over. Opening his eyes Tiff was next to him laying on his shoulder. She pulled his head to hers and began kissing him deeply. There was something otherworldly about the feeling of a woman's tongue swirling around his dick, and another tongue stimulating his mouth. He groaned happily, but held back from cumming. He wanted to bask in the feeling for a time. Then Tiff pulled away. Where are her zones? she asked. Ears and legs, he groaned. He tried to pull her back toward him, but she slid down the bed. Her fingertips glowed with Nerve Control as she moved them to Lyola's head. Lyola stopped moving so Tiff could do what she wanted. Instead of forcing her head down, Tiff caressed her wide and long ears. Lyola began cumming immediately. Her body writhed and voiced a moan happily from the surprise sensations from Tiff. Asher began to cum down her throat. She pulled back up, holding his head in her mouth as she shook from the orgasm. All the while Tiff continued pouring mana into her ears. When Asher's dick let out its last spurt Tiff ordered, Don't swallow. She grabbed the elf by the back of her hair and lifted it up. They began kissing deeply, sharing his seed. It coated Tiff's long tongue as she moved it all around in Lyola's mouth. Asher groaned still hard at the sight. I think it's our turn to be serviced, Tiff said as she slowly pulled her face away from Lyola. Lyola appeared to agree. The 2 women looked at him, but unfortunately he was saved by another knock at the door. Who is it!? He yelled angrily. It's your mother. Shit, Asher said. Soon the 3 of them were dressed, and mostly presentable. He opened the door and didn't have time to dodge the smack on the top of his head. You stupid son of mine. You were supposed to wake us! She yelled, pushing him in. You didn't say that, he said, blocking another blow. I shouldn't have to, she growled angrily. Of course I want to support my son when he might die! How stupid can you be? It was just a duel, he said as she threw another blow at him. Oh, my son is so cool, duels are nothing to him, she mocked. How many of these have you done? A few, he admitted. And how many people have you killed? She asked the real question. He was smart enough not to answer. I thought I raised you better than this. You took someone's life Asher, and you didn't lose a wink of sleep over it, did you? He didn't have an answer to that. He had killed people to save Zora, and after that he didn't stress about it anymore. I expect you to try harder to protect a life next time, she said. These are real people. This isn't a game. Every single one of them has a family that worries about them. He tried to think of some reason to justify his actions. Deep down he knew there really was no good explanation to give. Hell he had killed Fetince and checked his gains immediately after. Fetince had been an afterthought as soon as his head hit the tile. I'm sorry, Asher said. And? And I'll be better next time, he said. Good, she said with a nod, then turned to the other 2 girls. Oh shit, do I have another new daughter-in-law? She asked as she looked at Lyola. Of course no one balked when she cursed. No, Lyola said, rushing forward. That is up to my father and mother, she said. But I did want to introduce myself, Ria. She bowed. I am Lyola Lofgren, she said. I like your son very much.