66 Mercenary Group

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　　I don't know who my parents are. I was adopted by my adoptive father. He found me, an abandoned baby, in a cemetery and took me in, raising me to adulthood. My adoptive father is a necromancer, but necromancers are stigmatized by the world. Whenever someone knows where a necromancer is, a bunch of people who want to kill him will come knocking. Therefore, my adoptive father has another cover identity: the cemetery caretaker. This

　　way, he can take advantage of the fact that ordinary people don't wander into cemeteries, keeping his true identity as a necromancer a secret, and he can also use the seemingly inexhaustible number of corpses in the cemetery to research necromancy.

　　Since my adoptive father was a necromancer, I learned necromancy from him from the time I was old enough to understand. Of course, I knew necromancers were discriminated against, but if it weren't for my adoptive father, I wouldn't be alive today. Besides, I didn't have much affection for those hypocritical priests in the church; I was much closer to the skeletons and ghosts my adoptive father summoned to help him clean the cemetery at night.

　　These ghosts and skeletons even accompanied me through my lonely childhood without any other human companions—no one wanted to keep an orphan adopted by the cemetery caretaker, so naturally, no one wanted to play with me.

　　However, I did have childhood playmates. My adoptive father summoned the ghosts of several children who died young to keep me company, not only alleviating my loneliness but also comforting the hearts of those children who couldn't enjoy childhood because of their early deaths. In addition, my adoptive father also summoned the ghost of a wizard to teach me to read and write and learn the basics of magic, while my adoptive father himself taught me necromancy.

　　Simply put, I spend more time with ghosts than with people, and I don't find ghosts scary at all.

　　Time passed quickly, and I finally turned sixteen. On my birthday, my godfather called me to his side and spoke to me with a very serious expression.

　　"My child, you must understand that necromancers are people the world wants to eliminate. Since you've chosen the path of becoming a necromancer, countless enemies will come knocking on your door in the future. Even if you don't know them, just knowing you're a necromancer will give them a reason to kill you."

　　"I know, Godfather."

　　"Unlike me, you're not someone who can live a life of anonymity and obscurity. Sooner or later, your identity as a necromancer will be exposed, attracting a large number of pursuers. However, I'm already one foot in the grave, so living in anonymity isn't a big deal for me. You're still young; it would be a waste to live your life quietly." The godfather sighed. "Therefore, to save your life, you must become a powerful necromancer." "

　　I know, Godfather, so I'm studying your necromancy very diligently."

　　"I know you're working hard, but it's not enough." My godfather patted my head affectionately. "However, necromancers have a way to quickly become stronger, which is why other mages dislike necromancers. Think about it, they've buried themselves in studying magic for decades, while our shortcut only takes a few minutes to surpass their decades of effort. Don't you think those orthodox mages feel resentful?" "

　　That's why they want to stigmatize us necromancers, I know, godfather." I nodded. "Godfather, I know you wouldn't tell me this for no reason; you want me to use that shortcut to become stronger, to protect myself and deal with those who come knocking on my door for no reason, right?" "

　　That's right." My godfather nodded slowly.

　　"What is that method?" I asked.

　　"Make a pact with a demon," my adoptive father said, enunciating each word clearly. "Only by making a pact with a demon can you rapidly grow stronger by harnessing its power and protect yourself."

　　Making a pact with a demon is indeed a way for necromancers to quickly gain immense power, as long as they are willing to pay the price the demon demands. Some demons require necromancers to offer their souls, some require them to sacrifice a certain number of people every so often, some cripple them, and some demand a certain amount of gold and silver at regular intervals…

　　Each demon demands a different price in exchange for power, so only after summoning the demon and asking it directly what the 'price' is can one know what it is.

　　Because my adoptive father knew more about demons than I did, he assisted me in the demon-summoning ritual. This way, after summoning the demon, I wouldn't be deceived and end up paying a huge price for little power. Such things have happened before; after all, a demon is a demon, and if you're not careful when dealing with one, you can become the first victim.

　　The summoning six-pointed star, drawn in blood, had turned black with age. The faint flickering candlelight at its six points weakly illuminated everything in the basement. My adoptive father had prepared the altar and other ritual items for summoning the demon in the basement of the tomb-guarding hut. Now, all that remained was to offer the sacrifice and summon the demon to form a pact.

　　I walked to the altar, picked up the ritual knife, and slowly cut my left wrist, letting the blood drip onto the altar while I whispered the summoning incantation. The blood dripped onto the altar and immediately turned into wisps of black smoke that lingered.

　　When the wisps of black smoke coalesced into a ball, they suddenly vanished as if blown away by the wind, and where the smoke had been, a female demon appeared—with two horns on her head, black bat wings on her back, a tail, and horse hooves—but with the slender figure and beautiful face of a human woman.

　　The demon opened its ruby-like, luminous eyes, scanning the basement before its gaze lingered on my adoptive father for a moment, finally settling on me standing within the magical six-pointed star.

　　"I am the demon Lybiadis," the summoned demon said in a clear, melodious voice. "Summoner, what brings you here? Do you wish to form a pact with me?"

　　"Wait a minute,"

　　my adoptive father interrupted before I could answer.

　　"Child, this demon lady is not suitable for you." He shook his head. "A powerful necromancer needs the dark power of death, but what you have summoned is a 'Lustful Demon.' It's not that the Lustful Demon is weak, but its power is unsuitable for a necromancer. If you form a pact with the Lustful Demon, you will be unable to use its power to employ advanced necromancy."

　　Is that so? "I understand, Godfather."

　　"I'm sorry, your power isn't the power I want..."

　　Turning to look at the lustful demon lady, I could only ask her to leave so I could summon other powerful demons; for example, Diablos, the God of Destruction, would be a good summoning object, and Diablos's powerful destructive spells and large-scale summoning spells were more suitable for a necromancer.

　　"Wait, wait!" Before I could finish speaking, the demon lady hurriedly shouted. "You say my power isn't the power you want? What do you mean? You humans summon demons to form a pact with them and gain their power, right?"

　　"That's true." I nodded. "But I'm a necromancer. The power I need is the ability to summon powerful undead creatures and to cast large-scale destructive spells, killing thousands upon thousands at once! Can your power do that?"

　　"Uh... Summon powerful undead? Kill thousands upon thousands at once?" The demon lady paused, clearly her power wasn't sufficient to do so.

　　"No, right? So, your power isn't what I need. I'm sorry, I don't..."

　　"Wait... wait!"

　　Before I could finish, the demon lady interrupted me again; because if I said, 'I don't need your power, please leave,' she would have no choice but to obediently return to her own world, and clearly, she didn't want to go back so easily.

　　"Why do you need the power to kill thousands upon thousands at once? And what kind of undead would be considered powerful?" the demon lady asked hastily. "Besides, the price to obtain that kind of power is extremely heavy. Can you, a human, afford it? Although I don't possess the power to destroy the world, my power is still quite strong. Most importantly, the price I demand is not high! If you sign a contract with me, I guarantee you'll get your money's worth!" "

　　But you're a lustful demon, and I'm not running a brothel. I have no use for your power." I shook my head. "No matter how low your price is, unusable power is unusable. Wouldn't my price be wasted?"

　　"Who said you can't use my power?" The demon lady was displeased. "There is no unusable power, only people who don't know how to use it! You don't know how to use my power properly, yet you claim it's unusable? How absurd!"

　　"Even if I could use your power, I would need to know how to use it! Unfortunately, I don't know. To use your power, I would have to learn from scratch." I shook my head. "Then I might as well find a demon whose power I can directly borrow and make a contract with him, wouldn't that be easier?"

　　"Wait! Don't decide so quickly!" The demon lady looked at me with a wronged expression. "How about this? You make a contract with me, and you can borrow as much of my power as you want, okay? I'm having a huge sale, a bloodbath auction, you can exchange all my power for a very small price!"

　　Strange, how can there be such an easy-going demon?

　　"Why are you so insistent on me making a contract with you?" I started to get curious. "Don't most demons just turn around and leave if the summoner can't pay the exchange price? But you're willing to have a huge sale? I'm afraid even angels aren't as easy-going as you, are they?"

　　"Because...because...because you're my first 'customer'!" The demon lady covered her face with her hands and shook her head desperately. "I've been around for hundreds of years, but I can't find a single client. My parents keep nagging me that I'm a useless, lazy devil!"

　　*Thump thump* My godfather and I both collapsed to the ground. So that's why?

　　"I'm begging you, okay?" The demon lady looked at me pitifully, her eyes glistening with tears. "Make a contract with me! The price I ask for is very low, and once we've made the contract, you can borrow as much power as you want!"

　　I turned to my godfather. To be honest, I was a little tempted by the demon's suicide auction; but the power gained from making a contract with a lustful demon wasn't suitable for a necromancer...

　　"Child, you decide for yourself. This demon lady isn't wrong: there's no power that can't be used, only people who don't know how to use it." My godfather shook his head helplessly. "If you can learn how to use this demon lady's power, then this contract will be a very worthwhile one. Otherwise, you'll just be wasting your money and getting nothing in return—it's kind of a gamble, isn't it?"

　　"No, no!" Hearing her godfather say this, the demon lady hurriedly shook her head. "I don't want my clients to get power but not know how to use it! I'll teach you how to use my power, without charging extra! So, form a contract with me, okay?"

　　I looked at my godfather, who first shook his head and then nodded.

　　"Tell me what price you want first." It's more practical to clarify the price first.

　　"Are you willing to form a contract with me?" The demon lady's eyes suddenly lit up. "The price I'm asking for is very low. After you get my demon power, all you have to do is have intercourse with someone of the opposite sex every day, that's all! How about that? A very low price, right?"

　　Hmm, the price is indeed very low; but...

　　"Is there a rule that I have to have sex with a certain number of people every day?" I should ask first. I'm not some kind of sex superman; I'm still a virgin. Even with masturbation, I can't last long. If this demon stipulates that I have to have sex with a hundred women every day, I simply can't do it.

　　"No, no! You can have sex with as many people as you like!" The demon lady hurriedly shook her head. "However, I am a lustful demon. The lustful emotions humans experience during intercourse are the source of my power. The more members of the opposite sex you have sex with each day, the stronger I become, and of course, the stronger the power you can borrow!"

　　"That sounds like a fairly reasonable price." The godfather suddenly interjected. "Child, if you decide to form a contract with this demon lady, I'll leave now. Since this demon lady is a lustful demon, there are some things you won't want me to overhear."

　　"Yes, yes, hurry up and leave! Shh!" The demon lady hurriedly nodded, waving her hands repeatedly in a gesture of 'leave quickly'.

　　"Alright, considering your impending suicide auction, I'll form a contract with you."

　　I decided to take a gamble. If I could learn how to use this demon lady's power, then I would have formed an incredibly favorable demon contract.

　　My adoptive father smiled wryly, shook his head, and turned to leave the basement.

　　"Great!" The demon lady jumped for joy.

　　"This demon, Lydiadis, now forms a contract with... uh, what's your name?"

　　"I am Don Juan."

　　"Don Juan? Oh, good! This demon, Lydiadis, now forms a contract with Mr. Don Juan. Mr. Don Juan can freely borrow all of this demon's power!"

　　After the demon lady loudly recited the contract, a flash of light shot towards my left hand, forming a pale pink summoning six-pointed star on my left hand. This must be the summoning mark.

　　But, pale pink... well, if it were dark red or black, like dried blood, everyone who saw me would immediately know I was a necromancer. Pale pink isn't so bad, although it looks a bit effeminate.

　　"Oh, right, Mr. Don Juan!" Miss Devil suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly said. "Please take off your pants!"

　　"Take...take off my pants?!" What on earth is Miss Devil thinking?

　　"Of course! I need to check your penis!" Miss Devil nodded repeatedly. "Your penis is the tool for this devil to make money in the future. 'A workman must first sharpen his tools if he wants to do his work well,' so of course I need to check the tools first!"

　　So, so that's the reason... But...

　　"Hurry up and take them off!"

　　Miss Devil probably saw that I didn't move and impatiently pointed at me. My hands suddenly broke free from my control and moved on their own, unbuckling my belt and letting my pants slide to the ground.

　　"Oh my god!" Seeing my naked lower body, the demon lady's eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed. "How come your thing is so 'young and delicate'? And the foreskin is too long! This kind of tool is going to cost this demon a lot of money!"

　　Waaah... That's why I didn't want to take my pants off... Waaah (crying).

　　"It's a good thing I checked your 'tool' first, otherwise this demon would really be in big trouble!" The demon lady shook her head frantically. "Let this demon modify your tool first!"

　　Modify the tool? Could it be...?

　　The demon lady pointed at my penis and muttered incantations, probably casting some kind of spell; a bright light emanated from my penis, and then my penis immediately began to grow larger and larger...!

　　When the flash disappeared, my penis had become as thick and long as my arm!

　　"Alright, that's enough!" The demon lady smiled with satisfaction.

　　"What? That's enough?" I almost fainted. "You've made my penis so big! Even before it's erect, it's bigger than a horse's! No woman would dare sleep with me! Getting stabbed by this kind of weapon would probably kill me on the spot!" "

　　You're so nagging!" The demoness put her hands on her hips. "I'm modifying your tools, and you're still complaining? What do you want?"

　　"Teach me how to use your power to modify my own penis... Oh, and teach me that magic you used to control my arms too. You said I could use any of your power, right?"

　　"That's true, okay!" The demoness nodded repeatedly. "I'll teach you how to modify your own tool."

　　Having learned the 'expansion and contraction technique' from Lydias to modify my own penis, and the 'puppet technique' to control others' actions, I used the 'expansion and contraction technique' to modify my penis to a satisfactory size. As for the 'puppet technique'... well, it'll be useful for getting women to 'throw themselves' at me in the future. Of course, it'll also be very useful in a fight.

　　"By the way, Miss Demon... uh, Miss Lydias..."

　　"What is it?" Lydias looked at me impatiently.

　　"Can I try out my 'tool' on you?" I looked at Lydias's alluring female body. Although Lydias was a demon with a pair of horse legs, her body was a standard human female figure, with a prominent bust and buttocks. "A modified 'tool' should always be tried out first to see if it works well!"

　　"That's true... um, okay!" Lydias tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "For the sake of this demon's future wealth, I'll let you try out my tools!"

　　Hehehe, I didn't expect Lydia to be so easy to talk to. It seems I can bury my sixteen-year-old virginity today, although it's buried on a demon's body... Enough! It's normal for necromancers to deal with demons!

　　"Then, please lie down on the altar!"

　　"Why do I have to lie down on the altar?" Lydia looked at me in confusion.

　　"That way I can try out my tools. You don't even know how we humans have intercourse, do you?"

　　"Huh? I... how could I not know! I'll lie down then!"

　　Lydia puffed out her cheeks and reluctantly lay down on the altar, her plump, sexy buttocks sticking up high, revealing two pink peaches.

　　However, the valley between the peaches was dry?

　　"By the way, Lydia; can you teach me how to use lustful magic to arouse a woman?" I asked.

　　"Why not? That's my specialty..." Lydia said proudly. "Listen carefully! I'll only teach you once!"

　　Having learned the 'Arousal Spell' from Lydia, I immediately cast it on her.

　　"Huh? You... what are you doing?" Lydia was startled, not expecting me to cast the spell on her so quickly. "How can you use that kind of spell on me? I'm not afraid..." "

　　I told you it was for future practice! How could you be so stupid? If you don't practice first, you won't be able to trick women into bed in the future. Do you want to lose money?" I retorted. "You're not allowed to resist the Arousal Spell. I want to see how effective this spell is."

　　"Okay... okay! Really..." Lydia frowned slightly. "But... ouch... my lower part is starting to itch..."

　　I glanced at Lydia's peach-shaped cleft, where drops of clear dew were emerging from the surface.

　　"Don't worry, I'm coming."

　　I raised my modified penis, aimed the tip at Lydia's cleft, and thrust my hips forward, plunging the penis into her tight, wet vagina. The warm sensation enveloped my penis completely.

　　Oh, so good! So this is what sex with a woman feels like!

　　"Ahhhhhh!" Lydia cried out as I thrust in. "So good! So comfortable!"

　　"There's more!"

　　I began thrusting my hips. Although I wasn't very skilled at it, I could take it slow, letting my penis relentlessly penetrate Lydia's deepest point, each thrust eliciting a moan from her.

　　"Ah ... "So good~~ It feels so good~~!"

　　"How...how does it feel?" I thrust my lower body with difficulty. Lydia's vagina was both hot and wet. The pleasure of flesh rubbing against flesh kept coming from my penis, rushing up my spine and straight to my brain.

　　"So good~~So good~~" Lydia moaned. "Push harder~~Oh~~"

　　"How about this?"

　　I used the 'expansion and contraction technique' I had just learned, making my penis twice as thick; the thick penis immediately stretched Lydia's tender vagina to its limit, and hardened and locked itself in Lydia's vagina that could not be stretched any wider.

　　Although my penis could not move, the pressure of the tightness created another kind of pleasure, which quickly invaded every corner of my body from the flesh-to-flesh contact point like weeds taking root.

　　"Ouch! Your tool almost tore me apart!" Lybiadis let out a cry that was hard to tell if it was a moan or a scream. "But...it feels so good...ahhh...it's itchy...it's tingling...I'm almost there!"

　　"This isn't even as big as the cock you just modified! You can't take it?...Oh, I can't take it either, can I cum inside?"

　　"Cum inside! Cum inside...that's where my strength comes from...ahhh!"

　　Lybiadis wriggled her hips restlessly, tightening her vagina and squeezing my huge cock with all her might; finally, we both reached the peak of our climax at the same time, our semen and vaginal fluids spraying back and forth. I injected my hot, thick fluid deep into Lybiadis's deepest part, and Lybiadis washed my penis with a warm fountain.

　　"Ouch~~ Ouch, oh my gosh~~!" Lydia gasped after her climax. "I~~ finally earned my first paycheck~~ Ouch~~ so tired~~!"

　　"First paycheck?" I asked curiously.

　　"Yes~~ the energy you humans expend during orgasm is the source of power for us lustful demons~~!" Lydia turned and gave me a flirtatious wink. "What you just ejaculated inside me is the energy I need most~~! This is of course my first paycheck, but unfortunately it's only for you."

　　"Oh, I see, it's okay." With that, I forcefully thrust my still-inserted penis all the way forward, piercing Lydia's clitoris with a powerful thrust.

　　"Let me shoot you one more time, so you can earn a second income!"

Generally, when a necromancer makes a pact with a demon, the payment usually falls into two categories: one is a one-time payment that buys out the power. Typically, the demon will take certain organs from the necromancer as payment, such as eyes, limbs, a portion of lifespan, a man's sexual ability, or a woman's beauty or virginity, or agree that the necromancer's soul belongs to the demon after death.

　　After paying the price demanded by the demon, the necromancer can then use the power lent by the demon without restriction.

　　Besides the 'buyout' type of pact, the other is a 'rental' type of pact; the necromancer must continuously pay the price to use the demon's power. If the price cannot be paid, the necromancer not only cannot borrow the demon's power anymore but will also be subject to corresponding penalties for breach of contract.

　　For example, some demons demand that necromancers collect a certain number of souls each month in exchange for power. If the necromancer fails to collect enough souls within that month, not only will they be unable to borrow the demon's power again, but the demon might even take the necromancer's life as punishment for breach of contract.

　　Generally speaking, the power gained from a "rental" contract with a demon is far greater than that from a "buyout" contract, and the signatory doesn't need to sacrifice their own body or soul. Therefore, unless there's no other choice or the signatory is unaware of the differences between these contracts, almost everyone who makes a contract with a demon will choose a "rental" contract—after all, it's not their own sacrifice, so why not make such a self-serving contract?

　　However, this self-serving "rental" contract is also the most important reason why necromancers are disliked.

　　After trying the "tool" on Lydias, I suddenly realized that the contract I signed with Lydias was precisely this kind of "rental" contract, the price being that I had to have intercourse with a woman at least once a day; but what about the penalty? What would I pay if I didn't have intercourse with a member of the opposite sex one day?

　　When I raised this question, Lybiadis, who was still limp on the altar enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm after just earning her second income, suddenly jumped up.

　　"Oh no...oh no!" Lybiadis cried, her face contorted with distress. "I forgot to include penalties in the contract!"

　　"Forgot to include penalties? Does that mean that even if I don't have intercourse with a member of the opposite sex every day, I can still borrow your power?"

　　"That's right..." Lybiadis said, her eyes red and her head bowed in grievance. "However, this demon must remind you of something: human lust is not only my main source of income, but also my source of power; although I am powerful, my power is not inexhaustible; if you continue to overdraw my power without restraint, I will eventually go bankrupt, and you will have no power left to borrow."

　　"That's good...uh, that's terrible?"

　　Lybiadis nodded sadly at my question.

　　Doesn't this mean Lydias is unconditionally lending me her power? It seems I really did sign a super favorable contract.

　　"Hmm, what if I can't find a suitable partner? Can I have sex with you to pay the price?"

　　Although necromancers are disliked, that doesn't mean all necromancers are bad people. Otherwise, my adoptive father wouldn't have taken me in as an orphan. And while I'm not exactly a good person, I'm not so bad as to take advantage of Lydias.

　　"Have sex with me...?" Lydias tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded helplessly. "...That should be okay, right? Although this demon can only get a meager income from your lust, it's better than nothing..." "

　　It's okay, I'll try my best to have sex with many women so you can become a millionaire as soon as possible." I patted Lydias's soft shoulder to encourage her.

　　"Well, this demon thanks you in advance."

　　Lydia gave me a grateful, charming smile. Although Lydia was a demon, her beautiful face made her smile just as attractive as any human beauty; my penis, which had just paid its rent, started to swell again.

　　"By the way, Lydia, in order to make you a millionaire as soon as possible, let me practice my skills in pleasing women on you first, okay? The more lewdly you can make a woman, the more lust you can collect, right?" I put my hands on Lydia's shoulders.

　　"That's true... wait, what do you want to do?" Lydia looked at me with suspicion in her ruby-like eyes, unconsciously taking a small step back.

　　"Practice my sexual skills on you?" As I spoke, I pushed her with both hands, causing her to fall onto the altar. "Simply put, I'm going to fuck you!"

　　"Wait, wait a minute!"

　　Lydia screamed as I pushed her down onto the altar. I was about to spread Lydia's legs and thrust my engorged, erect "tool" into her wet little hole; but when my hands grabbed Lydia's devilish hooves, I was immediately forced to abandon my plan.

　　When I was testing the tool on Lydia earlier, since I was entering from behind, I didn't find Lydia's hooves particularly unsightly; but now, entering from the front, whether I spread Lydia's legs as wide as possible or lifted them onto my shoulders... well, just thinking about those hard hooves completely killed my "sexual" desire.

　　"Libiadis, could you teach me the magic to change someone's appearance?" I stopped what I was doing and asked, perhaps I could first turn Libiadis's horse-like hooves into delicate human feet.

　　"Magic to change someone's appearance? Sure!" Libiadis immediately began to teach me the magic 'Shapeshifting,' which could change someone's appearance, with a few words and gestures. "This magic can temporarily or permanently change anyone's appearance, but whether it's a temporary or permanent change, it consumes a lot of energy, so don't use it recklessly... By the way, why do you want to learn this magic?"

　　"Because your horse-like hooves are so unsightly that they completely kill any sexual desire! I want to change your horse-like hooves into human girls' feet."

　　"What?! No! Don't use 'Shapeshifting' on me! It'll be so troublesome to change back!" Hearing that I wanted to turn her horse-like hooves into human feet, Libiadis was so frightened that she quickly pulled her feet back to the side. "If I wanted to, I could transform into a human myself, I don't need your meddling!"

　　"You can transform into a human? Why didn't you say so earlier!"

　　"Of course, we demons need to find clients in the human world, so we need to be able to transform into human form!" Lydia seemed quite proud of her transformation ability.

　　"Then hurry up and transform! Otherwise, I'll try my 'Transformation' on you!" I said, making a gesture as if to cast a spell.

　　"No, no!" Lydia hurriedly stopped me. "This demon will transform into human form now, don't waste your power!"

　　To prevent me from impatiently casting the 'Transformation' on her, Lydia quickly transformed into human form; not only did her disgusting horse legs become a pair of curvaceous, slender jade feet, but her wings and horns also disappeared with the transformation. Now, Lydia looked exactly like a beautiful human—a completely naked human beauty!

　　"Great... Let me practice the techniques that will make you a millionaire in the future on you!"

　　With that, I positioned Lydia on her side, lifting her left leg, and my erect "tool" slid into the pink crevice between her legs.

　　"Ahhhhhh!" Lydia let out a beautiful, pleasant moan as my tool filled her lower body once again.

　　"Hehe, Lydia, do you like this tool that will make you rich in the future?" My thrusting movements had become increasingly skilled; I could now move my hips with ease, letting my large penis slide in and out of Lydia's vagina.

　　"I love it! So comfortable! Oh! Ahhhhh!" Lydia cried out without restraint. "Deeper, deeper... Ahhh... Yes, yes... Right there... Ahhhh!"

　　"This way?" I manipulated the tool, changing the direction of the impact and launching a thrusting attack towards another spot inside Lydia's vagina.

　　"No... No, not there... A little to the side... Eeeee!" Perhaps I hadn't hit Lydia's itchy spot properly, because Lydia writhed in discomfort, like a fish out of water struggling painfully on dry land. "A little to the side... Mmm... Ahhhh!"

　　"This way?"

　　"Yes, yes... No, no! Deeper... Ahhhh... Ugh... I've gone too far... A little outside... Ohhhh!"

　　"Which way is it? Inside and outside, I can't find the right spot. Does your sensitive spot move?" I felt a little annoyed. "Libiadis, do you have any spells to detect a woman's sensitive spots?"

　　"Yes, yes... mmm..." Libiadis wiggled her hips, trying to get my penis to rub against her itchy spots. "Satisfy me first, okay? I'll teach you those spells later... It's so uncomfortable being hung up like this, waah..." "

　　Teach me now, or I won't practice on you." Not only did I not satisfy Libiadis's request, but I also deliberately pulled the tool out a bit.

　　"No! Don't pull it out! Waaah!" Feeling my tool being pulled out of her body, Libiadis, overwhelmed by emptiness, begged, her elastic legs tightly hooking around my waist—thankfully, I had just transformed Libiadis into a human, otherwise being hooked by a pair of bamboo-like legs would have really made me shrink on the spot.

　　"Quickly teach me the spell to find a woman's sensitive spots, and I'll put the tool back in immediately." However, I didn't soften because of Lydia's pleas and resolutely refused to compromise.

　　Left with no other choice, Lydia, panting and with teary eyes, taught me the "detection spell" that could find a woman's sensitive spots. According to Lydia's explanation, after casting the "detection spell" on a woman, the temperature of her sensitive areas would rise significantly; the higher the temperature, the higher the sensitivity. I immediately cast the spell on Lydia, and sure enough, I could feel that her vagina was like a hot spring cave, with certain areas indeed warmer than others.

　　Since I had a spell to help me find Lydia's sensitive spots, I naturally didn't hesitate to manipulate the tool and thrust it towards them.

　　"Ah—ahhh—!" The most sensitive spot was struck hard, and she let out a wanton cry of pleasure. "Ouch—!"

　　Unlike before, I could now clearly feel the hot, sensitive spots emanating from Lydia's body, and easily manipulate my large rod to launch incredibly precise attacks on these spots.

　　Under my relentless, continuous thrusts, Lydia, overwhelmed by intense pleasure, couldn't even utter a sound. She could only open her ruby-colored eyes wide, her breasts swaying with each thrust, her legs tightly wrapped around me, her slender hands helplessly clawing at the altar, seemingly trying to release the overwhelming pleasure her body couldn't bear.

　　Under my continuous attacks, Lydia's hot spring-like vagina had now become a volcanic lava vein, not only extremely hot but also contracting with incredible force, massaging my penis with unparalleled comfort.

　　"Oh! That feels so good! This is my third contribution to your income!"

　　As the tingling pleasure of ejaculation surged from my glans along my spine to my brain, I used all my strength to forcefully push the tool into the deepest part of Lybiadis's body, into the fleshy ring at the center of her flower, injecting the continuous stream of white fluid into the deepest part of Lybiadis's body.

　　As I launched my final thrust, Lybiadis, already overwhelmed by endless pleasure and experiencing continuous orgasms, opened her cherry lips wide, her eyes staring blankly ahead, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing out from her powerfully contracting secret orifice like a flash flood, dripping onto the floor.

　　"Phew... I've paid my bed tax three times in a row, he's a little tired..." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Libyadis, do you think my tools are enough...Libyadis?"

　　Without answering my question, Libiadis, exhausted from my ministrations, had fallen into a deep sleep, now slumped on the altar with a blissful, satisfied smile...

　　************

　　After forming a contract with Libiadis, I began to seriously consider my future.

　　The most significant characteristic of Libiadis's demonic contract was that it stipulated I must have intercourse with a woman every day so that Libiadis could obtain lustful power from us.

　　It sounded simple; all I had to do was sleep with a woman. I could marry a girl, thus legitimately having sex with my wife every day, at least securing a basic income from lust; or I could go to a brothel, where as long as I spent money, I could have women to do with—another method.

　　However, the problem lies in my identity: I am the "adopted son of the old gravedigger." In this town, almost no one respects me as the old gravedigger's adopted son. Almost everyone thinks I am a good-for-nothing who can't do anything except guard the graves. As such, it would be harder than climbing to heaven for me to find someone willing to marry their daughter to me or to find a woman willing to marry me.

　　As for prostitution, that's a terrible method. Since prostitutes treat sex as a daily job, it's extremely difficult to arouse their lust during intercourse. Therefore, the lust power that prostitution generates for Lydias is pitifully meager, barely better than using Lydias to 'practice sexual techniques'. And think about it—the gravedigger's son going to a brothel? That alone would likely cause a sensation throughout the town, jeopardizing my adoptive father's low-key life.

　　Of course, there's another way: I could sell myself as a male prostitute. My 'tool,' modified by Lydias, is more than capable of fulfilling the duties of a male prostitute, and the women who buy male prostitutes are usually incredibly sexually frustrated, generating more lust power, which would greatly help enhance both Lydias's and my power.

　　However, I don't like sleeping with old and ugly women; it would completely kill my libido and eventually make me impotent. Besides, if word got out that "the old gravedigger's son is a gigolo," my adoptive father's peaceful life would be ruined. So, I don't plan to go down that path until the very last minute, at least not as a gigolo in this town.

　　After thinking it over, the biggest problem is actually my status in this town, which makes it difficult for me to find women. In that case, perhaps leaving this town would solve my problem.

　　I briefly explained my thoughts to my adoptive father, who listened silently, then nodded quietly, and casually took out a small cloth bag from his person.

　　"Child, this is fifty gold coins I've saved. Consider it money for your future endeavors." My adoptive father handed me the small bag, but I was startled; fifty gold coins? My adoptive father's meager monthly salary as a gravedigger was only half a gold coin, and he also had to support me. Fifty gold coins were the hard-earned savings of over ten years!

　　"No! Godfather! I can't take this money!" I shook my hands frantically, not daring to take the bag of gold coins from my godfather's hands. "This is your hard-earned savings, Godfather! I'm still young and strong, I can easily find a job to support myself!"

　　"It's good that you have such ambition, but it's always good to carry some money with you when you're out and about, just in case; how about this, consider this money an investment from your godfather; you're sure to make a name for yourself this time, and when that happens, your godfather wants you to buy two estates, one for your godfather to live out his old age in peace, and the other to take in orphans without parents..." My godfather stuffed the small bag into my hands. "...Just like when your godfather adopted you, how about it?"

　　"...Okay, godfather..." I tightly gripped the small cloth bag containing fifty gold coins that my godfather had given me. "I will definitely make a name for myself as soon as possible, buy two luxurious manors, one for you to live in, and the other to shelter orphans." "

　　Very good, you are indeed my good son." My godfather patted my shoulder kindly. "Be careful when you're out in the world. I look forward to your success."

　　"I will, godfather."

　Although my godfather had given me fifty gold coins for travel expenses, I decided not to use the money unless it was an emergency. Therefore, if I wanted to leave this town, I had to find a job to earn some travel money.

　　As for what kind of job to look for? Of course, I could easily find some manual labor, such as shoveling horse manure in the stable, working as a porter in the market, or digging graves at the church—back to my old profession.

　　However, after some consideration, I decided to find a job as a caravan assistant. Although the salary for a "caravan assistant" wasn't high, and I'd often have to carry heavy goods, the advantage was that I could leave the town "for free" with the caravan, saving on travel expenses.

　　Coincidentally, a caravan was leaving town recently—the caravan of Genoba, the town's wealthiest man. Genoba was one of the richest merchants in town, but also known as the most stingy and demanding person. Come to think of it, how could he earn so much money if he wasn't stingy and demanding? However, although Genoba's reputation in town wasn't "good," he was rich, so there were still quite a few beautiful women willing to stick around him.

　　Sometimes I think Genoba is actually a role model worth learning from. As long as you're alive with enough money to squander, and plenty of beautiful women willing to lie in bed with their legs spread wide for you to have sex with, letting you ejaculate your sticky semen into their warm, wet caves, who cares about other people's reputation? Reputation can't put food on the table, and it certainly can't be used for masturbation.

　　So, I decided to apply for a job as an assistant in Genoba's caravan. Not only could I earn enough to support myself, but I could also leave this town.

　　When I appeared before Genoba and expressed my desire to work in his caravan, Genoba, as rumored, displayed his "bad reputation."

　　"Don Juan? The old gravedigger's adopted son?" Genoba, with two scantily clad women around him, squinted his beady eyes and sized me up. "Hey... Don Juan, we need porters, not gravediggers. What are you doing here? You're clearly trying to provoke us!" "

　　Mr. Genoba, my adoptive father is a gravedigger, but that doesn't mean I'm a gravedigger." Although I really wanted to grab Genoba and slap him a few times on the spot, I swallowed my anger and forced myself to answer with a respectful attitude, considering I needed the job. "It's precisely because I don't want to be a gravedigger and waste my life with no future that I hope to join your caravan, sir. Firstly, it would be a fresh start, and secondly, I hope to learn from you and one day become a successful merchant like you."

　　"Oh?"

　　Genoba smiled and nodded. It seemed my flattery had hit the mark. However, Genoba's two fat hands, groping the beautiful women around him, made me very uncomfortable—I wish I were the one groping those two scantily clad beauties right now!

　　At that moment, I secretly made up my mind. No matter what I become in the future, whether I'm a feared necromancer or the owner of a large farm estate, I will definitely keep many scantily clad beauties around me, and then during the day I'll grope them, and at night I'll pin them down on the soft velvet bed and have my way with them!

　　"Since you're so dedicated, I can't very well cut off your path to success; however, since you're a novice, I'll be responsible for teaching you about caravan affairs so you'll have the knowledge to become a merchant in the future..." Genoba said, but I didn't believe this man, known for his stinginess and harshness, would suddenly become kind. "...So I'll have to deduct a portion of your salary as tuition and expenses for your instruction, is that alright?"

　　Damn, I knew Genoba would pull this stunt.

　　"Mr. Genoba, I only have one question: what exactly is this 'partial' tuition fee you mentioned?"

　　Remembering the lesson of how Lydia had forgotten to include penalties in her contract with me, which meant Lydia had to provide any power I wanted to borrow without limit, I decided to be careful and clarify the first... oh, second contract I'd ever signed in my life.

　　"I'll only deduct ninety-five percent of your salary."

　　Genoba revealed a smug, cunning smile, which made me want to curse him on the spot with necromancy, turning him into a mindless, rotting zombie. Deduct ninety-five percent of my 'partial' salary? Wasn't that practically making me his free laborer? And Genoba could say "deduct ninety-five percent of your salary" without batting an eye!

　　However, I did some mental calculations. If I didn't accept Genoba's terms, there were no other caravans recruiting in town today, which meant my accommodation would be a big problem—I would have to use the travel money my adoptive father gave me, which I really didn't want to do.

　　Although following Genoba's caravan wouldn't earn me much money, at least I wouldn't have to worry about food and lodging until I reached other towns. And once we arrived in other towns, when no one knew me, I could even sell myself as a male prostitute. I was sure my modified, enormous member would fetch a good price.

　　"Alright, deal." I extended my hand. "Mr. Genoba, please guide me in the future."

　　"Very good, very good!" Genoba grinned and shook my hand, a disgusting feeling making me want to wash my hands immediately. "You'd better watch carefully, learn well, and work hard! Having a successful merchant willing to guide you isn't an opportunity that comes every day!"

　　I will, Mr. Genoba. I've already learned a lesson from you: you absolutely can't be shameless! As long as you can be thick-skinned, you can make a fortune!

　　The journey after we set off was uneventful. Genoba, true to his shrewd businessman nature, squeezed me to the limit. Not only did I have to do all the work others did—setting up camp, fetching water, chopping wood, starting a fire, cooking, and so on—but Genoba even made me wash his own dirty clothes—many of which were stained with various bodily fluids from his womanizing.

　　While I was washing clothes, Genoba would call the young maid who was supposed to be doing the laundry into the tent for his own pleasure. Conversely, he wouldn't teach me anything related to business, like inventory management, bookkeeping, or calculating travel expenses, and he wouldn't even let me touch them, which made me quite unhappy.

　　However, that wasn't the worst part.

　　Worst of all, on the sixth day after setting out, the caravan encountered a pack of hungry wolves near the forest. Although the caravan members were armed and could defend themselves against the wolves, the wolves were quite clever. They never attacked us when we were awake, but instead followed us at a distance, clearly intending to hunt us down after we fell asleep.

　　This forced Genoba to arrange for people to take turns guarding against wolf attacks during his rest periods each day, which severely slowed down the journey and indirectly meant that Genoba would have to spend more on the trip. Spending more money was definitely not something a shrewd merchant like Genoba wanted to see.

　　In order to get rid of the wolves as soon as possible, Genoba called me over in front of everyone and asked me to go and drive away the wolves that were following the caravan "alone."

　　"Mr. Genoba, you mean..." Although I wasn't afraid of wolves—I could use necromancy to summon skeletons to help kill them—Genoba couldn't possibly know I knew necromancy. He was definitely just trying to exploit me. "...You want me to drive the wolves away by myself?"

　　"That's right. Sending a bunch of people will slow the caravan down even more; you'll be faster alone, so the caravan won't have to wait too long. Anyway, wild animals are afraid of fire, so take a few torches, and you'll be fine." Genoba said with a forced smile. "If you drive the wolves away, I'll give you three gold coins as a reward, how about it?"

　　"Alright, Mr. Genoba."

　　For the sake of those three gold coins, I decided to drive the wolves away; since I was alone, I could use necromancy to my heart's content without worrying about being discovered.

　　Genoba only gave me a few torches, refusing to even provide weapons, and urged me to hurry up and drive away the wolves. I was too lazy to ask Genoba for weapons; I bet he would demand three gold coins for a weapon, which would mean I'd be working for nothing.

　　Seeing that I set off without weapons, the caravan members seemed somewhat surprised, but I ignored them. I just wanted to drive the wolves away quickly and earn my three gold coins. When I was a distance from the caravan, I heard the members laughing and joking, and I vaguely heard the word "appetite." I wondered if they were mocking me for not asking Genoba for more.

　　Finding the wolves following the caravan wasn't difficult. The hungry wolves kept howling, and the caravan members used these howls to determine if the wolves were still following. To find them, I just needed to head towards the howls.

　　Sure enough, after walking a short distance towards the source of the incessant wolf howls, I noticed a large number of hungry wolves gathering among the branches and bushes around me. These wolves slowly emerged from their hiding places, baring their sharp teeth and growling, clearly waiting for an opportunity to swarm me and tear me to pieces for a hearty meal.

　　Raising my left hand, black hellfire began to swirl and gather at my fingertips; the hellfire ball emitted by the mid-level necromancy spell 'Nashan Fireball' was a flame specifically designed to burn souls. If struck by Nashan Fireball, the body wouldn't be injured, but the soul would be completely incinerated. It was a spell favored by necromancers because it could preserve the target's corpse and transform it into an undead creature under their control, indirectly strengthening their undead army.

　　Although I had no need to transform these wolves into undead creatures, I could carry the carcasses of the wolves killed by Nashan Fireball back; their pelts and meat could be sold for some money.

　　The wolves began to howl and bare their teeth, clearly intending to pounce on me. I sneered, my left hand subtly twirling its fingers, preparing to hurl a Nashan fireball already formed at its tip. Just then, a woman's alluring voice rang out from the woods.

　　"Please wait a moment!"

　　It wasn't the alluring female voice that stopped me from throwing the Nashan fireball, but rather the wolves, as if they understood the command. They all ceased their low howls, obediently shut their mouths, and simultaneously took several steps back in perfect unison. Could these wolves be the owner of this voice? Otherwise, why would they obediently retreat upon hearing their owner's command?

　　As the saying goes, "You have to know your owner before you beat them." Although these "wild dogs" in front of me were truly "unruly," the owner of that voice immediately reminded me of a beautiful woman. Therefore, I quickly stopped throwing the fireball and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

　　I noticed a slender figure amidst the foliage, dressed in a linen robe and carrying a wooden cane. Although the linen clothing and cane allowed the girl's figure to blend almost perfectly into her surroundings, her delicate, fair hands holding the cane stood out strikingly.

　　The figure walked quickly towards me, and I could gradually make out the curves hidden beneath the linen robe. Her breasts, at least a 35D, were clearly not restrained or supported by a bra, bouncing slightly with her light steps.

　　Although the linen robe wasn't clingy, as the girl moved through the foliage, the branches pulled it up, making it cling to her body, revealing a slender 22-inch waist, a full 34-inch bottom, and long legs.

　　This girl's figure alone scores over a hundred points for perfection, and her voice, equally perfect and capable of making your bones melt, scores over a hundred points as well. I can't wait to see what kind of beauty possesses such a figure and voice.

　　Suddenly, I thought, what would it feel like to hold that perfect body if I could push her down? I imagine hearing that soul-stirring voice moaning in pleasure would be quite enjoyable, wouldn't it?

　　Soon, the girl emerged from the bushes, and the wolves automatically parted to make way for her. When I looked at her face, I saw a head of smooth, glossy brown hair tied in a ponytail, and a pair of bright blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires reflected in a clear lake. However, her face and forehead were covered with a thick cloth, so thick that I could barely make out that what was concealed was a delicate, oval face.

　　Although I was somewhat surprised that the girl had covered her face with such a thick cloth, I think I could understand her desire to hide her stunning beauty. After all, beautiful women always attract men, and if a beautiful woman doesn't protect herself, it's like a high-end diamond left on the street—naturally, everyone will want to touch it.

　　The girl walked briskly to me, gazed at me silently for a while, and then gently nodded.

　　"Sir, are you a mage?" A beautiful voice emanated from a cherry-like mouth covered by a thick cloth—I could see the shape of her lips moving beneath the cloth; they were exquisitely beautiful. "May I ask your name, sir?"

　　"Yes, I am Don Juan." I nodded slightly in return. "May I ask your name, miss? May I ask how I can help you?"

　　"Oh, Mr. Don Juan, hello. I am Yunia, a druid who lives in this forest." Yunia looked at me earnestly. "Could you please spare these innocent wolves?"

　　So this beautiful woman was a druid; no wonder the wolves yielded to her and obeyed her so readily.

　　"Innocent wolves?"

　　To be honest, although I knew druids were people who protected nature, cherished plants, trees, insects, and animals more than human lives, Yunia's words still surprised me a little.

　　"Miss, are you kidding me? These wolves are planning to eat my convoy! And you're saying they're innocent?"

　　"Living creatures hunt for food; it's an instinct. It's normal for these wolves to try and kill the humans in the convoy." Yunia's eyes remained unmoved by my words. "Besides, your convoy has a history of feeding these wolves. These wolves are just following your convoy to get some food. Of course, they're innocent."

　　"What? The convoy feeds wolves? How is that possible? When they told me to chase these wolves away, they gave me torches, not beef jerky!" I didn't believe Yunia's words—if Yunia weren't beautiful, I would say what she said was utter nonsense and sophistry. "And you're saying the convoy has a history of feeding these wolves?"

　　"Yes, actually, you, sir, are the food the convoy sent out to feed these wolves." Yunia nodded, but her gentle nod felt like a heavy hammer hitting me on the head. "Excuse me, did the caravan only send you, sir?"

　　"Yes... that's right..." Yunia didn't seem to be lying, but... "...How do you know they sent me to be food for these wolves?" "

　　Because I've seen this caravan pass by dozens of times, and every time they send someone out to be food for the wolves. I'm used to it." Yunia shrugged, then looked thoughtful. "I just didn't expect them to send a mage this time... Maybe you're not food for the wolves, but that the caravan really wants to get rid of them. I can't just stand by and do nothing!"

　　I wasn't interested in listening to Yunia worrying about 'her' wolves' safety. I was more worried about whether Genoba really wanted to send me out to 'drive away' the wolves, or if Genoba simply wanted to give me as a gift to the wolves—and save on the meager wages he had to pay me, as well as my food and lodging expenses on the journey? And this was exactly what Genoba might do!

　　I decided to go back to the caravan. If Genoba really had sent me out to drive away the wolves, the caravan would have stayed and waited for me; otherwise, Genoba would have already set off. After all, the wolves wouldn't wag their tails at Genoba to thank him after eating me, so the caravan staying put was just a waste of time.

　　"Mr. Don Juan, where are you going?" Yunia shouted anxiously when she saw me suddenly turn and run.

　　"I'm going back to see if those people were playing me!"

　　Unfortunately, my worst nightmare came true—when I returned to where the caravan had been, it was nowhere to be found. Clearly, Genoba had only intended to give me to the wolves as a snack!

　　And now I understood that the two words I heard when I left the caravan weren't "appetite," but "dog food." Those people knew perfectly well that Genoba had sent me out to be a wolf's snack! It seems the people in the caravan were all heartless bastards!

　　However, getting angry about that is useless now. The more serious fact is that Genoba's caravan is all horse-drawn carriages, and their speed is far beyond what I, who can only walk, can keep up with. Genoba has now abandoned me in the forest and left. At my walking speed, I simply cannot catch up with Genoba's caravan!

　　Damn Genoba! How dare he deceive me! And he even tried to trick me into dying! One day I will make you, you pig-headed bastard, die without a burial place...!

　　"It seems they just intend to offer you up to the wolves as food, sir. Thank goodness."

　　Suddenly, I heard a very relieved voice beside me. Yunia had somehow followed me here and was patting her high, firm breasts, looking relieved.

　　However, having just been deceived by Genoba, my mood is currently at its worst, burning with rage. And with Yunia beside me adding fuel to the fire, I immediately decided to use Yunia to vent my pent-up anger—and lust. Anyway, this is a forest, so no one will know what I did to Yunia.

　　"Mr. Don Juan, what's wrong?"

　　Seeing me suddenly turn around, her eyes fixed on her, Yunia asked me as if nothing had happened.

　　"What's wrong with me? I'm going to rape you!"

　　I yelled, raising my hands to pounce on Yunia; but Yunia remained completely calm, simply raising her left hand and removing the thick cloth covering her face, revealing her appearance to me, instantly making me stop in my tracks...

　　I didn't stop because I saw Yunia's beauty. Contrary to what I imagined, Yunia was not only not a stunning beauty, but even the ugliest woman in the world would probably feel incredibly beautiful after seeing Yunia's face—because Yunia's face was covered in scars, red, black, blue, and purple lines crisscrossing her face.

　　And all sorts of colors, except for the fair skin that a beautiful woman should have, making it look as if a layer of skin had been peeled off her face!

　　Yunia's face didn't resemble a human face at all; even a ghost's face would probably be more complete and attractive than hers.

　　"Mr. Don Juan, after seeing my face, do you still want to rape me?" Yunia said calmly, as if what I was about to do to her wasn't rape, but merely holding her small hand.

　　"Your face... what happened?" I couldn't help but reach out and touch Yunia's face. Yunia stood quietly, letting my hand caress her pockmarked face.

　　Suddenly, it occurred to me that when some female necromancers made a "buyout" contract with a demon, the demon's demand was to destroy the female necromancer's appearance; could it be that Yunia...?

　　"Are you... a necromancer?"

　　I asked timidly. Unless they were extremely arrogant necromancers, most necromancers who lived in anonymity were most afraid of others knowing their identity, and it wouldn't be surprising if they even killed someone for it.

　　When I was a child, I helped my adoptive father bury a few so-called "unclaimed corpses," but those corpses were actually unfortunate souls who had "discovered" my adoptive father's necromancer identity, and my adoptive father immediately and without leaving a trace sent them to another world.

　　"No, I'm not a necromancer, I'm a druid; it seems my face is really ugly, so ugly that Mr. Don Juan would think I'm a necromancer." Yunia shook her head and mocked herself, a hint of sadness on her face. "Well, being ugly has its advantages. I don't have to worry about any lustful bastards trying to take advantage of me. So, Mr. Don Juan, after seeing my ugly face, do you still want to rape me?"

　　It seems that Yunia has scared off quite a few perverts with her appearance; however, to me, Yunia's face isn't ugly enough. At least it doesn't have rotting pus dripping from its face like those ghouls, with eyes dangling from their sockets and crawling with maggots. And my childhood playmates included many of these 'sorry' ghouls. If you ask me, Yunia is actually quite beautiful compared to those ghouls.

　　Moreover, Lybiadis needs me to have sex with girls to obtain lust energy—the key is obtaining 'lust' energy. As long as a girl is lustful enough when having sex with me, Lybiadis can obtain enough lust energy. The girl's appearance is irrelevant.

　　Hmm, it seems I made a small mistake. A girl who's been raped isn't as sexually aroused as a woman who actively pursues her. Raping a woman doesn't actually help enhance my and Lydia's power much; so I should 'seduce' Yunia, not 'rape' her.

　　"No, I don't want to rape you..." I deliberately adopted a serious attitude first, then suddenly reached out and grasped Yunia's soft hands, pulling her into my arms. I felt the fullness of her breasts pressing against my chest, then looked down into her eyes and spoke in my gentlest tone. "You're not ugly at all. I like you, I love you, I want to possess you, I want to make love to you!"

　　My actions probably took Yunia by surprise, and she was momentarily stunned. But this was easy to handle. I cupped Yunia's face in my hands and kissed her cherry lips, which were also disfigured and only half intact.

　　"No! No! I'm not mentally prepared..." Before I could kiss Yunia's lips, she suddenly came to her senses, hurriedly struggling to escape from my arms and standing aside with her head down. "...Uh, I mean, Mr. Don Juan, if you want to catch up with the caravan, I can help you."

　　Huh?

　　"What did you say? You can help me catch up with the caravan?"

　　I really wanted to catch up with the caravan, but I didn't want to go back to the caravan to be abused. I wanted to teach that bastard Genoba a lesson for daring to deceive me into dying! This grudge must be avenged!

　　"Yes, I can help." Yunia nodded, having regained her composure, as if nothing had happened. "Don't forget I'm a druid. I can talk to animals, and they are my best eyes and ears."

　　Ah, I see. "Then I'll trouble you. I really want to catch up with the caravan."

　　Yunia nodded, raised her left hand, pressed two jade-like fingers to her lips, and whistled a strangely shaped tune. Immediately, many different kinds of birds landed on the trees around us, and the bushes rustled. Many four-legged beasts—wolves, foxes, leopards, and the like—appeared.

　　"Excuse me, has anyone seen a caravan pass through this area?"

　　Yunia asked the animals. Birds chirped in the branches, and some of the beasts on the ground growled softly. Yunia listened intently to the sounds, remaining silent.

　　"Okay, I understand, thank you all for your help." Yunia bowed to the animals, who immediately scattered like birds and beasts, some flying and some running, disappearing in an instant.

　　"The convoy went this way." Yunia pointed east. "Follow me, I know a shortcut that will allow us to overtake the convoy before noon tomorrow."

　Yunia's so-called "shortcut" wasn't a road at all, but rather a maze of dense forest. After a few twists and turns, I was completely disoriented, but Yunia moved through the woods without hesitation, as if she were on a smooth, wide road.

　　As we walked, I suddenly became worried. I wasn't worried about getting lost in the dense forest, but rather that Genoba had stood me up. I had nothing on me except a torch and the fifty gold coins my adoptive father had given me for travel expenses, and of course, no camping gear. Yunia had nothing but an old cloth robe, and it seemed impossible that she was carrying a tent or anything like that. There were obviously no inns in this dense forest. Was I going to have to sleep in the wilderness tonight?

　　It quickly got dark, but Yunia was still leading me through the woods. It seemed that I had no choice but to camp out in the wilderness tonight. Moreover, although the moonlight was bright, Yunia's attire made her difficult to see even in daylight. With only the moonlight faintly illuminating her figure, I felt increasingly unable to keep up.

　　"Mr. Don Juan, let's stop here for today. Rest for the night, and we'll continue chasing your convoy tomorrow."

　　Seeing that I couldn't keep up, Yunia finally stopped. I stopped too, catching my breath, and looked around at the dense trees; I couldn't find a place that looked like a suitable bed.

　　"Please wait a moment, I'll make you a bed so you'll be more comfortable tonight."

　　Perhaps sensing my thoughts, Yunia began collecting branches and tender grass, neatly arranging them and covering them with the grass. Soon, she had created a soft green bed with grass as a mattress. Yunia also picked some unidentified flowers to decorate the bedside, making it look even prettier.

　　"Alright, please sit here and rest, sir." After making the bed, Yunia stood up and casually took some fruit from her pocket and handed it to me. "These are the dinners I collected on the road. I hope you won't find it uncomfortable to have fruit for dinner."

　　"Thank you."

　　I plopped down on the natural bed that Yunia had made for me. It was soft and comfortable, much more comfortable than the most luxurious chair I've ever sat in. The fruit Yunia handed me for dinner was sweet, delicious, and huge. It tasted so much better than the malnourished fruit sold in the market, and it was much more filling. I thought this fruit wouldn't even fill my stomach, but I was already full after leaving two pieces.

　　"We still have a long journey ahead tomorrow. If you've eaten your fill, please rest well so you'll have the energy to travel." Sitting on the tree trunk opposite me, Yunia smiled as she watched me finish the fruit before saying this.

　　"Oh, okay, goodnight to you too."

　　I had expected Yunia to light a campfire, but she didn't. Instead, a rustling of branches echoed through the darkness, rising up the nearby trees. Yunia had somehow climbed up one of them.

　　"Goodnight," the branches rustled a few times, then fell silent; clearly, Yunia was asleep on a branch.

　　I lay on my comfortable natural bed, but suddenly noticed that the mosquitoes swarming through the forest were completely refusing to come near my bed—of course, I wasn't blind to them; I could see swarms of mosquitoes flying in the night sky with my eyes open, but these mosquitoes just wouldn't approach my bed, as if something was preventing them from getting close.

　　"Yunia, can I ask you a question?" I began to wonder if Yunia had used some kind of druid magic, but I clearly hadn't seen her cast any spells while making the bed.

　　"What is it?" Yunia's somewhat languid voice came from above me.

　　"How do you keep these mosquitoes away from me?"

　　"Oh, I picked some mosquito-repelling flowers and put them around your bed. That way, the mosquitoes won't get near you and you won't accidentally kill them."

　　So the flowers Yunia put around my bed were to repel mosquitoes. I originally thought they were just for decoration; but... to protect the mosquitoes from being killed by me?? I

　　heard a few more soft thuds above my head, it sounded like Yunia was turning over; how could she sleep among the branches?

　　"By the way, Yunia, are you uncomfortable sleeping on top? Do you want to come down and sleep with me?" I decided to ask boldly and see if I could 'trick' Yunia into climbing onto my bed, then I could pay the 'rent' I owe Lydias today. "Besides, I'm afraid I'll get bitten by an animal in the middle of the night if you're not next to me."

　　I thought that after asking this question, Yunia wouldn't just yell at me like a normal girl would, calling me a filthy bastard with a head full of dirty thoughts, but would instead pounce on me like those unsatisfied old women and try to pull down my pants. But Yunia just hummed in response and then didn't reply. This left me completely confused about what Yunia was thinking.

　　I waited quietly for Yunia's reply—if she really intended to give me one, since these things require time for a girl to process.

　　"Mr. Don Juan, may I ask... you said I'm not ugly, and you want to have sex with me, is that true or false?" Unexpectedly, after a long silence, Yunia's first words were this kind of question. "You're not lying to me, are you?"

　　"Why would I lie to you?" I retorted without thinking.

　　However, to be honest, I was lying to Yunia; although I've seen faces uglier than Yunia's, those faces belonged to dead people, not living ones; otherwise, if Yunia wasn't ugly, there probably wouldn't be any ugly women in the world.

　　"Yeah, why did you lie to me?" Hearing my question, Yunia giggled. "If you're not lying to me, then you're the first person who doesn't think I'm ugly; if you lied to me, then you lied to get me, and if someone as horrible as me is worth lying to... well, you're the first person who doesn't dislike me, aren't you?"

　　Yunia's silvery laughter slid down from the tree and stopped beside me; then I felt the warmth of someone's body next to me, and a girl's unique fragrance wafted into my nostrils; Yunia had just climbed down from the tree and was sitting next to me.

　　Since Yunia had accepted my "invitation" to sit with me, this was a good start. I decided to be bold and reach out to put my arm around Yunia's slender waist, in order to further "close" the distance between us. Yunia didn't refuse me, letting my hand rest on her waist, and leaning her body against my chest as I tightened my arms. Yunia's soft hair brushed against my neck, the smooth feeling was very comfortable, her body heat penetrated through our clothes, and the fragrance of the girl's body wafted into my nose, making me feel completely relaxed.

　　The second step in closing the distance between us was successful, and I decided to move my hand from Yunia's waist up a little, deliberately touching the lower edge of Yunia's breasts, to test whether our relationship could take another step forward.

　　When my fingers brushed against the lower part of Yunia's full breasts, a smooth and elastic warm touch came over me. Yunia shivered, her previously gentle breathing suddenly becoming rapid, and her slender hand reflexively grabbed my mischievous right hand; but Yunia did not pull my hand away, nor did she show any anger at my groping.

　　The third step in bringing us closer had been successful, and I was basically certain that I would be able to kiss Yunia tonight, but I decided to take it slow, lest I be too hasty and scare Yunia away, and the delicious treat that was about to be in my mouth would fly away.

　　So, I reached out my left hand, wrapped both arms around Yunia's slender waist, and pulled her delicate body into my embrace. Yunia didn't resist at all, obediently letting me hold her in my arms, even letting my right hand fingers lightly brush the lower edge of her breasts, feeling their full elasticity; my left hand, through Yunia's robe, slowly caressed Yunia's thighs, and slowly pushed towards the inside of her thighs.

　　Finally, my left hand fingers successfully probed between Yunia's tightly closed legs; Yunia let out a soft gasp, her legs immediately clamping shut, but she didn't open my hand, only panting rapidly.

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　　"Mr. Don Juan..." Just as I was enjoying the comfortable feeling of caressing Yunia's body, Yunia spoke. "...You know, my face has looked like this since I was born; so my parents didn't want me, thinking I was a child cursed by a demon, and abandoned me in the wild."

　　"No wonder you became a druid," I whispered in reply.

　　"No, that's not the main reason I became a druid... Ahhh!"

　　Yunia hurriedly denied, but my fingers, which were between Yunia's thighs, pressed inwards, touching the most private part of her thighs, causing Yunia to let out a soft moan; however, Yunia made no attempt to hide the fact that she was moaning from the stimulation of pleasure.

　　But what surprised me even more than that was that Yunia wasn't wearing underwear? I could feel the shape of the valley between Yunia's thighs through the rough linen robe!

　　"Although I survived, the druids in the forest were a great help. If they hadn't provided me with food, I would have starved to death long ago as a child..."

　　Although I couldn't see Yunia's face in the darkness, her voice was filled with sorrow, and I imagined her expression wasn't happy either. "...But those druids only left food near my dwelling at regular intervals; they never spoke to me."

　　"Huh? The druids don't talk to you?" I was a little surprised. "Then why did you choose to become a druid?"

　　"Not just druids, almost no one who sees my face wants to talk to me. They all want to stay as far away from me as possible." Yunia sighed softly, and I felt warm water droplets dripping onto my hand; they must have been Yunia's tears. "But the animals don't avoid talking to me because I'm ugly, or ignore me because I'm ugly, so I chose to become a druid, because that way I can keep the animals company."

　　"I see."

　　I never imagined Yunia became a druid for this reason. Isn't that similar to the ostracization we necromancers face?

　　Then it dawned on me, no wonder Yunia was worried about wolves and mosquitoes; to Yunia, wolves and mosquitoes were her family and companions, while we 'humans' who discriminated against her ugly appearance were distant strangers.

　　"By the way, Mr. Don Juan, I've always wondered why you're different from others?" Yunia suddenly asked. "Why don't you think I'm ugly? Almost everyone, adults and children alike, turns and runs away the first time they see my face; but you didn't run away, you even reached out and touched my face?"

　　I paused for a moment. If I gave Yunia a good answer to this question, then seducing her tonight would be a sure thing; but…

　　After thinking about it, I finally decided to tell the truth.

　　"Because I'm a necromancer," I said slowly. "Don't tell me your face looks like a ghost. I've seen plenty of real ghosts; your face is nothing compared to that. Besides, like you, not many people want to talk to me, so I can only keep ghosts company."

　　"Mr. Don Juan…!" Yunia seemed quite surprised by my answer. "You… are you really a necromancer?!"

　　"What good would it do me to lie to you about being a necromancer that everyone wants to kill? What would I gain from lying to you?" I asked self-deprecatingly. Unlike my previous question, which was meant to solidify Yunia's belief that I wasn't lying, this time it was out of genuine helplessness.

　　"Yes, what good would it do you to lie to me?" Yunia's voice also lowered.

　　And so, we remained silent, the only sounds the chirping of insects in the night. But holding Yunia's delicate body in my arms, feeling the

　　smooth, supple skin against my skin, inhaling her sweet, youthful fragrance, my lower body was already erect, pressing hard against her buttocks.

　　If it weren't for her face, wouldn't Yunia be a 120% beautiful woman?

　　Yunia suddenly raised her head again. "Mr. Don Juan, so you said you wanted to make love to me, is that true?"

　　"Of course it's true, what good would it do me to lie to you?" Unlike the previous two times, this time I felt a strange mix of amusement and exasperation.

　　"Then, let's do it!"

　　Unexpectedly, Yunia answered like that. And she wasn't just saying it casually. While I was still stunned by her answer, Yunia had already lay down on the soft grass mattress, pulled up her linen robe, revealing her smooth, white, round buttocks, which looked particularly alluring in the bright moonlight.

　　"What...what are you doing?" I was both annoyed and amused. Yunia's purely animalistic behavior made me feel that all my efforts to create a romantic atmosphere had been wasted.

　　"Is this how animals mate?" Unexpectedly, Yunia had an expression of complete nonchalance. "Mr. Don Juan, didn't you want to mate with me? Although I'm not sure why you chose me... but you're probably the only member of the opposite sex willing to accept me."

　　"I said, Miss Yunia, we're human, not animals!" I gently patted Yunia's round buttocks; they felt smooth, full, and elastic to the touch.

　　"Is there a difference between how humans and animals mate?" Seeing that I didn't intend to 'mate' with her immediately, Yunia looked at me curiously.

　　"Yes, when human girls have sex for the first time, it hurts a lot because their hymen is torn; you know?" I countered. "Besides, have you ever seen any animal experience pain during its first mating? Just the fact that it hurts during the first mating makes humans different from animals."

　　"I... I don't know, animals don't seem to experience that." Yunia hesitated and shook her head. "Will...will it hurt a lot?"

　　"If the position is right, it won't hurt much, but in your position, I think it will probably hurt a lot." I reached out and stroked Yunia's buttocks again. "When humans have sex for the first time, girls have to lie down; and they have to take off their clothes, otherwise it's cumbersome."

　　"Lying down?"

　　Yunia hesitated for a moment before getting up from the straw mat and gracefully taking off her linen robe, revealing the most perfect female body I had ever seen in my life. Even Lybiadis, the lustful demon, probably didn't have a better figure than Yunia.

　　However, after Yunia took off her clothes, she hesitated and didn't know what to do. Maybe she had never seen animals mating lying down?

　　"It's okay, just lie down like you sleep, relax." I tried to coax Yunia to lie down. "Relax, that way your first time won't hurt, and you'll be able to enjoy sex."

　　"Mmm."

　　Yunia nodded, lying down on the grass mat, her long legs together, her hands folded in front of her chest; the moonlight shone on Yunia's fair, jade-like body, like a masterpiece of art sculpture.

　　"What should we do next?" Yunia looked at me with her big, watery eyes, her expression full of doubt.

　　"Leave the next one to me, you don't need to worry." I didn't expect things to go so smoothly; now Yunia was practically a delicious dish on the table, just waiting for me to start enjoying her. "Just remember to relax; or you can close your eyes, like you're sleeping."

　　"Mmm."

　　Yunia closed her eyes at my words, her long eyelashes overlapping, trembling slightly; it seemed Yunia had no idea what was about to happen. It's understandable that Yunia would feel uneasy about something unfamiliar.

　　Suddenly, it occurred to me that, according to Yunia, "no one wants to talk to Yunia." So who taught Yunia to speak? Did she learn it herself? If so, Yunia must have put in a lot of effort to integrate into the crowd, but people keep her at arm's length because of her face. How cruel that must be for Yunia…

　　I looked at Yunia's face again, a face that looked as if it had been ravaged by a fiery demon, covered in bluish-black and charred scars, as if a layer of skin had been forcibly peeled off. Yunia's face shape was actually a very beautiful oval face, but without that missing layer of skin, she was seen as a monster.

　　And I must admit, when Yunia had her back to me, I didn't think her ugly face was particularly offensive to human sexuality, but now, facing her directly, I found that my "tool" was malfunctioning. This was very bad for my plan to devour Yunia.

　　After some thought, I decided to use the "Shapeshifting" technique that Lydia had taught me to change Yunia's face, restoring her to her naturally beautiful face, which had been stolen by some damned demon. As for whether Lydia would complain about my abuse of power... I'll just consider this an initial investment to solidify my lustful income!

　　I reached out my left hand and gently stroked Yunia's face, while simultaneously summoning Lydia's power; the pink six-pointed star on the back of my hand emitted a faint halo, and wherever my left hand touched, the ugly scars on Yunia's face disappeared without a trace, replaced by smooth skin with a rosy glow, just like the rest of her body.

　　Seeing Yunia's ugly face disappear under the transformation spell, replaced by a beautiful face comparable to an angel, I suddenly felt grateful to heaven for bestowing upon Yunia this ugly face with its powerful protective function. Otherwise, with Yunia's transformed beauty, she probably wouldn't have even met me before some bastard snatched her away.

　　But now, Yunia was lying naked before me in her most beautiful form, waiting for me to enjoy her exquisite body.

　　Perhaps wondering why I kept stroking her cheek, Yunia opened her eyes and looked at me as I removed my left hand.

　　"Mr. Don Juan? What's wrong? Why are you touching my face?"

　　Yunia looked at me questioningly, but now, with Yunia's unparalleled beauty and her bright, expressive eyes, the fatal attraction instantly drew all the blood in my body to my penis.

　　"It's okay, I'm just preparing beforehand; if I don't prepare, your first time will hurt a lot." I laughed as I took off my pants. "Look how erect my penis is!"

　　Following my action of taking off my pants, Yunia saw the enormous penis between my legs; its size, far beyond Yunia's comprehension, startled her so much that she sat up.

　　"Th-that...that's...!" Yunia looked at my erect penis, then at my face. "...That thing can't possibly go inside me, it'll break!"

　　"No, as long as you relax, it won't." I reassured Yunia. "Otherwise, how do women give birth? Babies are also born from a woman's genitals, and babies are much bigger than my penis, right?"

　　"Hmm...hmm." Hearing my reassurance, Yunia hesitated before lying back down.

　　To avoid any unforeseen complications, and because my penis was quite engorged and aching, I decided to immediately begin "cooking" this tempting dish, Yunia. So I bent down and took the tender pink nipple at the tip of Yunia's firm breast into 　　my mouth, sucking and teasing it 　　with 　　my tongue. "

　　Ah 　　... "When you feel that area down there is very wet and hot, it means your body is ready for intercourse; it's somewhat similar to an animal's estrus cycle." 　　"Oh, I see... Ugh... But I'm already wet... Ahhhhh!" Yunia suddenly screamed, grabbing my head with both hands and pressing it hard against her soft breasts, her long legs moving back and forth. "Pee... I'm peeing... Ahhhhh!" 　　I reached between Yunia's legs and touched something wet. I didn't expect Yunia's virgin body to be so sensitive. I only did a little work on her breasts, and Yunia's body had already experienced an orgasm. 　　"Next, the second preparation step before intercourse." 　　I spread Yunia's legs apart and buried my head between them; Yunia's soft brown pubic hair was sparsely distributed in front of her vulva, and the fragrance of her body and the scent of spring water constantly filled my nostrils. 　　"Not ready yet~~ Do I need to get ready~~? I~~ Waaaaaah~~~!" 　　Yunia's tone was full of resentment towards me, probably because she was dissatisfied that I hadn't immediately inserted my penis into her empty and needy little hole; however, when I took the little bud that was protruding due to excitement between Yunia's pink shell into my mouth and began to slowly lick it, Yunia screamed again, and her jade legs, which I had spread apart, instantly squeezed tightly together, trapping my head between her legs; and a clear spring, like water gushing from a clam shell, gushed out from between her two pink labia, getting all over my face. 　　" 　　Ah 　　... 　　　　"...!" 　　This time, Yunia couldn't even scream. She just gripped my hands tightly, her eyes wide open, her back arching and spasming uncontrollably. A large amount of warm, wet fluid gushed out from our joined bodies, making everything wet. It seemed we'd be sleeping on a waterbed tonight. 　　However, I didn't want to care about those details anymore. I had just possessed Yunia's body, and I was absolutely certain that she was happy to let me possess her. Plus, I had brought Yunia to orgasm three times in one go. The sense of accomplishment from possessing a beautiful woman and satisfying her to the point of exhaustion made me feel that no matter what happened at this moment, I didn't care anymore. 　　What satisfied me even more was that Yunia's tender little hole was not only tight but also writhing. The layers of flesh inside seemed to be alive, surrounding my penis and massaging it from all directions. It was as if it wanted to squeeze out my semen, tightly gripping and sucking my glans. The sore and numb pleasure spread from the urethral opening to my whole body. I couldn't help but start thrusting my waist. Only in this way could I temporarily suppress the urge to ejaculate and at the same time enjoy an even stronger pleasure. 　　"Don Juan... Oh... It's too stimulating... Please stop!" 　　However, my thrusting motion caused Yunia, whose little hole was still quite sensitive after her orgasm, to feel that soul-stirring pleasure again. Yunia's slender body began to twist again, as if to cooperate with my thrusting and as if to avoid my violation. 　　"Please...please stop...ahhh...stop, okay? It's too stimulating...ouch...no...ahhh!" 　　"This...huff...how can I stop?...Oh, you're squeezing me so tight...have you ever...have you ever seen animals stop during mating? Ohhh...!" 　　Although I really wanted to stop, the intense pleasure automatically drove my lower body to speed up the thrusting motion. My penis went in and out of Yunia's tender little hole, each time hitting Yunia's clitoris hard, squeezing out clear juices. 　　"But...animals don't move as fast as you! Ohhh! I'm going to die...I'm going to die! Ahhh!"

　　Yunia's body twisted violently, and suddenly she screamed, her vagina clenching tightly, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, making it almost impossible for me to move; Yunia had reached another climax.

　　Unable to arch my back, I relied on friction to alleviate the tingling pleasure felt by my glans, waves of numbness began to gather in my lower body, bringing me to the point of ejaculation; finally, when I couldn't hold back any longer, the muscles in my lower body began to contract powerfully, injecting wave after wave of hot semen into the deepest part of Yunia's body.

　　Scalded by my semen, Yunia, who had already orgasmed four times and was somewhat exhausted, screamed again, her whole body going limp; I took the opportunity to pull my still-ejaculating cannon out of Yunia's body, and fired all the remaining ammunition onto Yunia's beautiful face.

　　"Don Juan... sir... what are you doing...? This is all sticky..." Seemingly disliking that I had shot semen on her face, Yunia struggled to raise her hand,

　　trying to wipe the semen off her face.

　　"Don't apply it, these are beauty and skincare products." I deliberately stopped Yunia. "First, spread this lotion evenly on your face, then eat the rest. Don't waste it."

　　"You...you're not lying to me, are you...?" Yunia looked at me with her face flushed like an apple.

　　"Of course it's true, what good would it do me to lie to you?" This sentence seems to have become my catchphrase.

　　After hearing my words, Yunia did as I said with some suspicion, carefully smearing the semen I shot on her face all over her cheeks, and then putting the excess into her mouth and eating it. I watched Yunia do these things while suppressing a laugh; a beautiful woman letting you shoot semen on her face, and then eating the semen like a treasure, what could be more satisfying for a man's lust than this?

　　"Mr. Don Juan...Don Juan?" After eating my semen, Yunia asked timidly. "Can...can we do it again...? The feeling just now...was so wonderful...like ascending to heaven..."

　　"Of course, your happiness is my happiness; come, my love."

　　And so, Yunia and I made love wildly all night.

　　Because I had been working on Yunia all night, I overslept the next day, until a piercing scream woke me up.

　　Recognizing that the scream came from Yunia, I jumped up and rushed towards the sound.

　　When I arrived at the sound, I saw Yunia still naked, staring blankly at a puddle on the ground.

　　"What happened?!" I asked hurriedly, afraid that Yunia was hurt.

　　"My...my...my face!" Yunia stammered, barely managing to squeeze out what she wanted to say. "How did my face become like this?!"

　　"What? So it's because of your face?!" I couldn't help but yawn; I hadn't slept enough after all the exercise last night. "I told you long ago, it's a beauty and skincare product! What's so strange about it?"

　　Without answering me, Yunia stared at me with a strange expression; then, Yunia suddenly jumped up, pushed me against a tree, and then reached out and grabbed my still-dormant penis, putting it into her cherry-like mouth and licking it.

　　"Hey! Hey! So early in the morning...!"

　　"Nonsense! I need skincare products! Don't you know beauty is a woman's first priority?"

The next few days were spent in intimacy with Yunia; the forest had an endless supply of fruit, and Yunia could easily pick some to feed the two of us. After eating, we would make love to our hearts' content, and when we were tired, we could cuddle up and fall asleep anywhere. After waking up, we would have another hearty meal of fruit, then be intimate with Yunia, and then sleep when we were tired...

　　If you were to ask what a 'carefree' life is, this life could be called 'carefree'; no wonder the druids can live so happily in nature. Now I feel that it doesn't matter if we don't live in the city.

　　As for settling scores with Genoba, that was also put on hold. Of course, Yunia had mentioned helping me find Genoba, but when Yunia put on that linen robe, seeing her slender figure partially hidden by the robe, I couldn't help but hug her from behind, lift her robe, and thrust my erect penis into her wet, slippery passage. As a result, I always put the matter of settling scores with Genoba aside, and in the end, it was all left unresolved. Firstly, because Genoba's caravan had gone too far, and we had no leads to follow; secondly, because I no longer hated Genoba, but was even somewhat grateful to him: if Genoba hadn't stood me up in this forest, I would never have met Yunia.

　　However, even these comfortable and carefree days have their troubles. Because I lied to Yunia that semen could beautify her skin, now when we're intimate, she always makes me ejaculate on her face first before allowing me to ejaculate inside her. Of course, there's nothing wrong with ejaculating on Yunia's face, especially watching her close her eyes and enjoy the hot semen spraying on her face with a blissful expression. The problem is that this means I have to ejaculate twice every time we're intimate, and after a few days, I've started to feel weak, and the amount I can ejaculate has started to decrease. As a result, Yunia, afraid of running out of "beauty products," has started demanding that I ejaculate on her face twice before I can ejaculate inside her.

　　To solve the problem of insufficient semen supply, I've decided to talk to Lydia, the lustful demon, who should have a way to solve this problem.

　　I didn't want Yunia and Lydia to meet. Although Lydia was a demon, she was still a woman. Who knew what explosive repulsion might occur if two female beings met? So, while Yunia was fast asleep, I came to the depths of the forest. Summoning Lydia here wouldn't wake Yunia.

　　"In the name of Don Juan, summon! Lydia!"

　　I activated the summoning emblem on the back of my left hand, and a huge pink summoning six-pointed star appeared on the ground in front of me, emitting a bright light. When the light faded, Lydia's beautiful figure appeared within the summoning six-pointed star.

　　"Hi, Mr. Don Juan, long time no see! How are you?" Lydia greeted me with a smile.

　　Lydias still maintained her previous human form, which made me a little strange as to why she didn't revert to her demonic appearance. However, unlike last time when she was completely naked, this time she was at least wearing something. Around her neck hung a necklace made of beads shaped like many male testicles, and around her waist was a skirt made of interlocking rings shaped like female genitalia. The earrings she wore were shaped like male phalluses.

　　"What are all these things you're wearing?"

　　"These? These are decorations!" Lydias giggled. "You really keep your word! Thanks to you working so hard these past few days to earn me lustful income, I finally have some spare money to buy some things to dress up!"

　　Dress up? I'm not saying this, but it was really tasteless dressing up.

　　"By the way, did you summon me here for something?" Lydias asked.

　　"Oh, by the way, I wanted to ask you if there's any way to keep my semen from decreasing no matter how many times I ejaculate?"

　　I recounted the situation between Yunia and me. Lydia listened attentively, nodding as she spoke. After I finished, Lydia frowned slightly, deep in thought, without uttering a word.

　　"What? Is this difficult?" Really? Even a lustful demon like Lydia couldn't handle something this simple?

　　"Making your semen inexhaustible isn't difficult..." Lydia frowned again. "However, if I were to achieve this using my own power, each ejaculation would consume my power. Although the consumption isn't large, it still feels like a waste. Using 'ability exchange' would be much simpler, and there wouldn't be any wasted power..." "

　　Ability exchange? How does that work?" I pressed.

　　"It's exchanging your other abilities for the sexual ability to ejaculate without limit! For example, exchanging your fertility for sexual ability," Lydia explained. "That way, I won't have to use up my power every time you ejaculate, solving the problem once and for all."

　　"Sounds good, but if I exchange fertility for sexual ability, does that mean I won't be able to get girls pregnant?"

　　"Yes." Lybiadis nodded.

　　"Then, is this kind of ability exchange reversible? I mean, will I be able to get my fertility back later?" "

　　Once an ability is exchanged, it can't be taken back!" Lybiadis shook her head. "This kind of ability exchange is irreversible. If you decide to exchange fertility for sexual ability, you can forget about having children forever."

　　Tsk... to have an unyielding erection, you have to be childless? But thinking about it, even if I could get girls pregnant, what would I need children for? Even if I had a beautiful daughter, I couldn't enjoy her myself. If I really wanted children, I might as well adopt one. Anyway, there are plenty of other things in this world, but there are many homeless orphans. Otherwise, my adoptive father wouldn't have taken me in and raised me.

　　Basically, I wasn't worried that Lydia would lie to me. If she really wanted to, she could have simply said that the ability could be retrieved after the exchange, without even revealing the other method that didn't require exchanging abilities—using Lydia's power to enhance my sexual abilities.

　　"Hmm, okay, then I've decided to exchange my fertility for my sexual abilities." I nodded.

　　"Really? That's great! I was worried! I was afraid you'd insist on not exchanging abilities, and then you wouldn't be able to enjoy playing with women to your heart's content, and my income would decrease!" Lydia suddenly jumped up excitedly. "Since you're willing to exchange, that's wonderful! Wait a minute, I'll exchange them for you right away!"

　　After saying that, Lydia immediately closed her eyes and began chanting. I felt my lower body start to burn. As Lydia's chanting continued, the burning sensation in my lower body grew stronger and stronger, then began to subside, and when Lydia stopped chanting, the burning sensation completely disappeared.

　　The exchange must be complete, right?

　　"Alright! Your power exchange is complete." Lydia opened her eyes, excitedly saying. "From now on, no matter how much you ejaculate, you won't feel tired! So... ah! You, what do you want to do?"

　　"So, as usual, let me test my power on you first?"

　　I pushed Lydia down, making her lie on the trunk of a leaning tree, then grabbed her sexy legs and spread them apart, revealing her two pink petals.

　　"Ah? Another test? Why don't you trust this devil's abilities? Really..." Lydia pouted her cherry lips, obediently letting me spread her legs without resisting. "Then hurry up... Ahhhhh!"

　　I thrust my erect penis into Lydia's vagina. Since this was to test my sexual prowess, which I had acquired at the cost of losing my offspring, and to see if I could ejaculate freely while still being energetic, Lydia's comfort wasn't the main point. The main point was that I had to feel pleasure so I could ejaculate.

　　Another important point was that if I didn't ejaculate quickly to complete the test, Yunia might wake up. If Yunia woke up and saw Lydia and me naked together, engaging in "purely friendly communication," it would be strange if she wasn't extremely jealous.

　　Therefore, I used all my strength—my waist, legs, and abdominal muscles—to thrust my penis into the deepest part of Lydia's body like a storm, hoping to reach orgasm as quickly as possible.

　　"Ah! Ah! Mr. Don Juan! How could you... Ahh!... So hard... Ahhhhh!"

　　The sound of flesh colliding made a squelching sound. Although I hadn't done any preparation on Lydia's body, after a few thrusts 　　, Lydia's body was completely in the mood; not only was her flower path overflowing with water and incredibly slippery, making my thrusting movements smoother, but the two pink nipples on her high breasts were also hard and erect, making one want to suck and lick them... I licked!

　　"Ah ... 　　As Lydia's vagina contracted powerfully, it brought me unparalleled pleasure. I couldn't resist the urge to ejaculate, letting the stimulation of orgasm rush from my lower body along my spine to my brain. Immediately, my penis began to contract and ejaculate, wave after wave of huge, hot streams violently bombarding Lydia's body. 　　"Ohhhhh!" 　　Under the overwhelming power of my bombardment, Lydia trembled and reached another orgasm. 　　Feeling the violent ejaculation of my penis inside Lydia, the quantity and force were much stronger than before I lost my ability to switch partners, and it had been ejaculating for twice as long as before before it showed any signs of stopping. I suddenly withdrew my penis from Lydia's vagina, and the last two shots shot out from the muzzle of my penis, hitting Lydia's face and chest, leaving a translucent milky white layer on her face and body like icing. 　　Just two spurts of semen were enough to cover half of Lydia's cheek and half of her breast, while the large amount of semen I ejaculated inside her formed a trickle, dripping from between her swollen, engorged labia. 　　I never imagined that after the power exchange, I could ejaculate so much semen. It seems exchanging fertility for ejaculation ability was a worthwhile decision; if I can ejaculate this much semen, not only will it be enough for Yunia's beauty and skincare, but it'll probably be enough for her entire body maintenance. Yunia will absolutely love me to death, hehehehehe… 　　"Don Juan, what are you doing here?" Suddenly, Yunia's languid voice came from behind me. "Huh? Who…who is this woman?" 　　Oh no, Yunia's awake! I've been caught red-handed, I'm doomed! 　　Turning to look in the direction the sound came from, Yunia was still standing there, completely naked, just as she had been when she fell asleep. She leaned lazily against a large tree, her pink face showing an expression of dissatisfaction and... regret? 　　Regret? Am I seeing things? Wasn't it a jealous expression?

　　Yunia slowly walked towards us, stopping in front of Lybiadis and me. She glared at me with a displeased look, then squatted down in front of Lybiadis's vulva, gazing regretfully at the semen dripping from between her labia.

　　"Seriously, I'm almost out of skincare products for her face, and you're wasting them on this woman?" Yunia complained, dipping her finger in the semen and trying to smear it on her face.

　　Strange, wasn't Yunia at all angry about my "adultery" with Lybiadis? It seemed Yunia's dissatisfaction was simply because I wasted "skincare products" on Lybiadis. That was easy to solve; I had plenty of other things to spare, but I could never seem to run out of semen.

　　"Wait a minute!" I grabbed Yunia's hand, stopping her from smearing the semen on her face. "Those 'skincare products' aren't fresh anymore. I'll get you some fresh ones."

　　Yunia looked at me with a puzzled expression as I grabbed her wrist, but when she heard I offered her 'fresh skincare products,' a happy smile immediately bloomed on her face.

　　"Okay, okay!"

　　Grasping my erect penis that was pressed against her face, Yunia carefully opened her cherry lips and swallowed my penis, then teased it with her tongue while sucking it with her cheeks.

　　"Hey, Lydia, can I ask you a question?"

　　While Yunia was busy 'absorbing the skincare products,' I quietly asked Lydia.

　　"What question?" Lydia asked slowly, fixing her hair, which had been messed up during our lovemaking.

　　"Yunia doesn't seem jealous of the intimacy between you and me, does she? While Yunia is a good girl, isn't being 'good' to this extent a bit over the top?"

　　"Oh, is that what you're looking for? She couldn't possibly be jealous." Lybiadis answered with a matter-of-fact expression, slowly running her fingers through her hair.

　　"How can you be so sure? Did you do something to it?"

　　"Of course I would! I'm a lustful demon, you know. The lust you generate when you're with women is my most important source of income. If your women started fighting over each other, would I, the lustful demon, still have any income?" Lybiadis replied somewhat impatiently. "So, any woman who's had your semen on her skin won't be jealous of you having sex with other women! And any woman who's had your semen on her skin can't refuse you having sex with them!"

　　Ah, so that's it. It's Lydia's magic influencing Yunia. No wonder Yunia doesn't seem jealous of my close relationship with Lydia.

　　While talking to Lydia, Yunia's extraordinary oral sex skills brought my penis to the brink of climax. I didn't deliberately suppress my ejaculation urge; I had plenty of semen, and I could give Yunia as much as she wanted.

　　When the first thick ejaculation erupted in Yunia's mouth, she never expected the amount to be so much greater than before. Caught off guard, she choked on the large amount of semen poured deep into her throat. Taking advantage of Yunia's choking and open mouth, I pulled out my penis, letting the remaining large amount of semen shoot thickly onto Yunia's pink face.

　　Yunia closed her eyes, a look of pure enjoyment on her face, as the white semen shot out one after another, dripping down like melted ice cream, over her chin and onto her firm breasts, like frosting on a pure white pudding.

　　"Ahhh~ You shot so much~"

　　Like applying skincare products, she carefully rubbed the semen I shot onto her face and then onto her breasts, her face filled with a dazed look. Her two pink nipples were hard and erect from the semen she had rubbed on them.

　　"There's more!"

　　I grabbed Yunia, lifted her thighs, and inserted my penis into her vagina while she was standing—wet, slippery, and hot, Yunia was already aroused.

　　"Ahhhhhh!"

　　The intense pleasure from my penis penetrating her lower body caused Yunia to let out a soft, seductive moan, pressing my head against her chest.

　　Yunia had just smeared my semen on her breasts, and now she was pressing my head against them. I expected to smell the fishy smell of my own semen, but instead, I smelled a strange fragrance, a scent that made my blood boil. My boiling blood rushed to my penis, making it harder and hotter, causing Yunia to moan even more lasciviously. Strange

　　, why does semen smell good? Is this another of Lydia's doing? To earn more money from her lust?

　　I tried licking Yunia's nipple. The nipple, which had just been smeared with semen 　　, now tasted faintly sweet, exactly the kind of sweetness that girls love. Could this also be Lydia's doing?

　　"Ah ... 　　"Ahhhhhh!" 　　Finally, Yunia reached her climax, letting out joyful moans and cries. Her vagina contracted rhythmically and powerfully, massaging my penis with unparalleled pleasure. With a release of my ejaculation, scalding semen gushed into Yunia's body. 　　" 　　Ah 　　... 　　"Hehe...right, what did Lydias just say?" 　　"Lydias, didn't you just say...women who've had my semen on them can't refuse to have sex with me?" I leered at Lydias. "Would that work on you?" 　　"Please, of course it wouldn't! That's the power of this demon, how could it work on this demon...!" Lydias answered impatiently at first, but when she saw my gaze, a blush spread across her beautiful face, accompanied by a look of panic. "...What are you planning now?" 　　"To test it out!" I grabbed Lydias's curvaceous, devilish figure. "I want to have sex with you!"

　　"Why are you...you're so annoying!" Lydia's face turned even redder, but held in my arms, she only struggled symbolically a couple of times before giving up.

　　"Didn't you say that power is ineffective against you?" I lewdly chuckled and kissed Lydia's face, causing her to let out a reluctant moan. "Reject me! Reject me then!"

　　"This...how can I refuse like this!" Lydia's breathing became more and more rapid as she was held in my arms, her high breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths, fueling my desire. "I...I need the income from sex...!"

　　"Anyway, you said it yourself, having sex with me only brings in meager income!"

　　I lewdly chuckled, starting to kiss Lydia's ear, then her fair neck, then her shoulders. When I kissed Lydia's breasts, she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist like a koala, clinging to me in mid-air.

　　"Reject me! Just say 'I don't want to have sex with you.'"

　　"I...you can't really not have sex with me if I say that, okay?" Lydia looked at me pitifully.

　　"Of course, I just want to know if that power works on you!" I pressed my penis against Lydia's already soaking wet vagina, and with a gentle push, I pushed it in a bit. "See, I've already prepared. Even if you really say 'I don't want to have sex with you,' it won't change the fact!"

　　"But...but..." Lydia stammered, finally bursting into tears. "I can't say it! How can I refuse you like this!"

　　"Okay, okay, then we won't test it!"

　　Lydias always loved to be stubborn, even though she was also affected by that power, she refused to admit it; well, there's no need to investigate such trivial matters, the important thing is that it would be a shame not to devour the beauty in my arms right now.

　　With a forceful thrust of my waist, a lewd splashing sound rang out as my penis slid into Lydias's already overflowing vagina.

　　"Ahhhhhh, so comfortable~" Lydias burst into laughter through her tears and began to wildly twist her slender waist. "Don Juan, you...you're the best to me! I want you to fuck me! Forever~~! Ahhh!"

　　After solving the problem of insufficient 'skincare products,' Yunia and I were inseparable day and night. Anyway, now I have an inexhaustible supply of semen, so even if Yunia used my semen to shower, it wouldn't be a problem—in fact, I often ejaculated a lot of semen all over Yunia, giving her a 'full-body beauty treatment'—I no longer need to rely on a lot of sleep to recover my energy.

　　So, Yunia and I's daily routine became eating, taking a short nap, and then having crazy sex until 'I' got hungry again—my semen is not only enough for Yunia to use for bathing, but it can even be drunk to fill her stomach, it's almost become Yunia's staple food. Yunia only eats some vegetables and fruits with me when I'm hungry.

　　Besides spending all her time being intimate with Yunia, Lydia would occasionally appear on her own initiative without my summons, 'rewarding' me for my 'hard work' in earning her a large sum of lustful income' during this period. As for how she rewarded me... of course, it was to let me push her down on the spot and insert my modified, thick penis into her tight, hot

　　little hole. This would satisfy my desire to have sex with women, allow me to enjoy sexual pleasure, and also earn some lustful income on the side—a win-win-win situation for Lydia.

　　I wonder if Lydia has finally started wanting to earn more 'income' herself? Today, when Lydia appeared to me, the first thing she did wasn't to reward me for my 'hard work' in earning her a large sum of income, but to ask me to leave this forest, go to other places, and take more women into my harem, so that I could earn even more income for Lydia.

　　If Lydia simply wanted me to go out and find more women to sleep with so she could earn more money from her lust, I probably wouldn't have paid any attention to her—after all, our contract was that Lydia would lend me her power in exchange for me having sex with women every day; I already have a 21-gun salute with Yunia every day, and if I'm in a good mood or the weather is nice, I'll double it to 42, which means I've already fully fulfilled my contractual obligations.

　　However, I remembered the promise I made to my adoptive father before leaving home: I would make a lot of money in the future and buy two luxurious manors, one for my adoptive father to live in his old age, and the other to be used as an orphanage to take in homeless orphans; right now, hiding in the forest every day and being intimate with Yunia, although I can earn a lot of money for Lydia, I can't earn enough gold coins for myself to buy a manor!

　　Firstly, to fulfill my promise to my adoptive father, and secondly, to satisfy Lydia's request, I decided to leave this forest and go to a nearby town to look for opportunities to make money.

　　Emerging from the forest and following the road for several days, we arrived at a fairly large town called Beloia.

　　"This...is this a town?"

　　Before meeting me, Yunia had tried desperately to integrate into society, but her grotesque, monstrous face kept people at bay, forcing her to live alone in the wilderness.

　　After meeting me, I used Lybiadis's power to transform Yunia's appearance, restoring her to her rightful beauty. People no longer shunned her; however, everyone who saw her still looked at her with 'disgust'—women looked at her with disgust, envious of her unparalleled beauty; while the men's lustful gazes sent shivers down Yunia's spine, filling her with utter revulsion. So, like an ascetic monk, Yunia wrapped herself completely in a linen robe, hoping that others wouldn't see her beauty and thus avoid showing her—or rather, disgusting—looks.

　　The reason I took Yunia away from the forest was to make money—and a lot of money at that, so I could buy two manors and fulfill my promise to my adoptive father. As for Lydia's wish for me to find more women to sleep with so she could earn more money from prostitution… well, as long as I have money, like the amount Genoba earns, do you think I'll have trouble finding women willing to throw themselves at me?

　　So, making money is my top priority right now. If I can make money, I can not only fulfill my promise to my adoptive father but also satisfy Lydia's wishes.

　　However, my luck in finding a job seems to be not very good; I went directly to the job agency in town with Yunia, but I couldn't find a single job that I could do—either the job wasn't suitable for me, or the employer refused to hire an outsider. So, after searching for a long time, I still haven't found a suitable job.

　　Without a job, forget about buying two manors to fulfill my promise to my adoptive father; I'm afraid even finding a place to spend the night will be a problem. Unless I use the fifty gold coins my adoptive father gave me, Yunia and I will be homeless tonight. This is a town, not a forest. Although Yunia is good at wilderness survival, she can't gather various flowers and herbs to decorate a comfortable sleeping area in a town like she can in the wild.

　　Just as I was worrying about not finding a job, I accidentally saw a job posting on the bulletin board on the wall. Upon closer inspection, the job posting was for a cemetery caretaker, and the monthly salary was a whopping two gold coins!

　　A cemetery caretaker? Isn't that my old job?

　　"Excuse me, could you tell me..." I pointed to the job posting for a cemetery caretaker and asked the employment agency staff. "...Is that job posting for a cemetery caretaker still valid?"

　　"Huh?!" The employment agency staff member's expression changed drastically when I asked about the job posting. "Yes...of course it's still valid, otherwise it wouldn't be posted here; but..."

　　"But?" I pressed for the unspoken question.

　　"No...nothing! Really nothing! It's just a regular cemetery caretaker job, haha, haha!" The staff member hurriedly shook his head and forced a stiff smile. "Do you want this job? Two gold coins a month, accommodation included but meals not included, are you interested...want to apply?" It

　　was a bit strange, why did the employment agency staff member's expression change so much when I asked about the job posting? Moreover, the salary offered in this job posting is indeed too high. My adoptive father only earns half a gold coin a month as a gravedigger, while this job offers two gold coins?

　　Is it because the cemetery is haunted or burglarized, which is why no one wants to do this job?

　　But I'm a necromancer! Why would I be afraid of burglars in the cemetery? As for haunted cemeteries, I'm even less afraid. I've been sworn brothers with ghosts and corpses since I was a child! Why would I be afraid of seeing my 'good brothers'?

　　"Yes, I want to apply."

　　Taking the key to the local cemetery from the staff, I immediately took Yunia to the cemetery outside town to 'take the job'.

　　The cemetery in Belloa is quite large and surrounded by a fence, but it appeared to have been neglected for some time. Through the fence, many old and new tombstones could be vaguely seen leaning to the ground. When we opened the cemetery gate, we discovered that those fallen tombstones were actually dug-up graves. Coffins that should have been buried deep in the ground had been removed and carelessly tossed aside, the remains and other burial items long gone.

　　Honestly, these grave robbers are utterly despicable! Not only do they disturb the peace of the dead, but they don't even restore the graves to their original state after looting them!

　　Arriving at the tool shed next to the gravedigger's hut, I retrieved various tools and began restoring the dug-up graves to their original state. Although I wanted to summon some skeletons or zombies to help tidy the cemetery, firstly, it wasn't dark yet, and secondly, Yunia is a druid, and druids have always disliked undead creatures—these are considered "unnatural"—and I didn't want to summon a bunch of undead that would offend Yunia.

　　Anyway, I had plenty of time, so I decided to do it all by myself.

　　Concentrating on tidying the cemetery, darkness fell quickly. Seeing how hard I was working, Yunia somehow managed to get me a lot of fresh fruit for dinner. Yunia had never been to the market before; could she have had her animal friends find the fruit for her in the forest near town?

　　Never mind, I was hungry anyway, so I ate first.

　　I found a mound of earth and sat down. The empty cemetery was swept by a particularly cold wind at night, but I was used to this kind of wind since I was a child. Besides, I had been cleaning the cemetery all day and was covered in sweat, so it was good to cool off in the breeze.

　　Seeing me sit down, Yunia hesitated for a moment, then pulled her linen robe tighter and sat down next to me.

　　"I don't like it here," Yunia frowned. "It's gloomy, scary, and lifeless."

　　"I grew up in places like this. For me, it feels like home." I ate the fruit that served as my dinner. "There's nothing scary about it. Cemeteries are places where the dead rest, like the bedrooms of the dead. It's just that because the dead sleep here, the tranquility combined with the tranquility makes it seem especially peaceful. Are you afraid of where you sleep?"

　　"The bedrooms of the dead?" Yunia frowned and looked around. "If it's really just a dead person's bedroom, then of course it's not scary; but I've heard that unclean things sometimes appear in cemeteries, like... Oh dear! You're a necromancer, you know what I'm talking about!"

　　"Of course I know! You have a deep misunderstanding of the dead world because you don't often come into contact with things there, just like many people hate rats and have a deep misunderstanding of them; but aren't rats your friends?"

　　Seeing Yunia's fear of ghosts so great that she didn't even dare to say the word 'ghost,' I couldn't help but chuckle.

　　"The dead don't just like to wander back into this world for no reason. If they could leave this world peacefully, which dead would like to stay here? Otherwise, we necromancers wouldn't have to spend so much effort summoning the dead..."

　　As she was speaking, the hooting of an owl came from afar; it's normal for owls to hoot at night, but as soon as Yunia heard the hooting, she immediately put on a serious expression and tilted her head to listen intently.

　　"What's going on?"

　　"The owl said someone's coming towards the cemetery, the same people who used to come at night to dig up graves..." Yunia explained seriously, listening to the owl's hooting. "...There are four people, and they're pushing a cart."

　　Pushing a cart? Are they going to load up the gold and silver they've looted

　　from the graves? Is there some wealthy person buried in this cemetery? "Since they outnumber us, let's hide and see what's going on!" I pulled Yunia towards the gravedigger's hut. After entering, we immediately closed the door and peeked out through the slightly ajar window.

　　Through the crack, we could see four indistinct figures in the night. Three of them were burly men, one pushing the cart, with the other two walking closely beside it; the fourth looked much thinner, and I think I saw he was wearing glasses?

　　Glasses are very precious items; they require meticulous grinding of glass or crystal, so only the wealthy can afford them. Why would someone who can afford glasses want to rob a tomb? Or did he become wealthy enough through tomb raiding to wear glasses?

　　"Dr. Derek, I haven't seen the new gravedigger," one of the three burly men said. "There's no one in the cemetery, and the gravedigger's hut is dark. Either he's not here, or he's asleep."

　　"It's best if the new gravedigger isn't here, so he doesn't see us doing it," the bespectacled, thin man, whom the burly men called "Dr. Derek," seemed impatient. "Let's get to work while it's still dark; it won't be good if the moon comes out later." "

　　Understood, Doctor," the other three replied.

　　Hearing their conversation, I roughly guessed what was going on. This man called "Dr. Derek" probably needed corpses for anatomical research, which was why he came to the cemetery to dig up graves and find bodies for dissection. In the past, doctors in our town often secretly bought corpses from my adoptive father, who would also secretly sell the bodies of poor people to the doctors for dissection materials, giving the money to those poor people—of course, keeping a small amount for himself as a "brokerage fee." This way, the doctor had corpses for dissection, the poor people had extra income to supplement their household expenses, and my adoptive father had money to buy me new clothes and pants—it was beneficial for all three parties. As long as it was kept secret from the church, everything would be fine.

　　However, the doctor I saw now seemed quite stingy, preferring to steal rather than pay for a corpse.

　　Four men pushed the cart to a grave that looked quite new. Three burly men immediately grabbed various digging tools from the cart and began digging. Dr. Derek sat down on a tombstone a short distance away, watching the three men dig with obvious impatience.

　　"Don Juan, they're digging up a grave!" Seeing the three burly men digging, Yunia nudged me with her elbow and asked in a low voice. "Aren't you going to stop them?"

　　"Stop them? How? There are three... no, four of them! Am I supposed to reveal my identity as a necromancer to stop them?" I retorted in a low voice. "Besides, my job is just to guard the graves, not to stop grave robbers; and they only hired me so that if the graves are robbed, the families would have something to claim compensation from. So as long as we go to the sheriff tomorrow and tell him who dug the graves, the sheriff will punish those people, and the families can also seek compensation from them, so we don't need to worry about it."

　　"Oh? Is that so?" Yunia was clearly unfamiliar with the laws and customs of human society, and she believed my nonsense, looking at me with a look of sudden realization.

　　The three burly men were obviously used to digging up graves. It didn't take them long to dig up the grave and use shovels to pull out a brand-new coffin. After opening the coffin lid, one of the men carried out the body of a girl dressed in a thin white burial shroud and placed it on a cart, while the other two men were busy taking out the valuable burial items from the coffin and stuffing them into their pockets.

　　"Now that the body's been dug up, let's hurry up and get going." The doctor glanced at the sky, his face full of impatience and anxiety. "If we wait until the moon comes out, or the new gravedigger wakes up, things will get really complicated."

　　"But, doctor, can I play with Liqi'er's body for a bit first?" The burly man carrying the girl's body onto the trolley rubbed his hands together, his face full of eager, lewd anticipation. "Liqi'er was a famous beauty in our town, and she died of illness like this. I heard her vagina is still original, unopened. I want to try the taste of an original vagina, hehe."

　　"Why do you have to mess with a dead woman at a time like this?" Dr. Derek said with great displeasure. "Let's leave here first. I don't want the moon to come out and passersby to see that we're robbing a grave

　　. If the sheriff comes knocking, neither of us will have a good time." "Leaving here first is fine too. I can come back to your house, Doctor, and then deal with Liqi'er's body." The burly man chuckled lewdly.

　　"You...!"

　　Dr. Derek was so angry that he couldn't speak. It took him a while to finish his sentence.

　　"...Alright, alright! Hurry up! Let's get this over with so we can leave!"

　　"Oh! Then I won't be polite!"

　　As he spoke, the burly man rolled up Liqi'er's shroud on the cart, exposing her pale body to the darkness. Then he pulled down his pants, revealing his erect penis. He grabbed Liqi'er's slender ankles and spread them apart, intending to thrust his penis into her lower body.

　　"Don Juan, what are they trying to do?" Although Yunia didn't understand human customs, she and I often made love. We'd tried almost every imaginable and feasible sex position. The position this burly man intended to use to rape Liqi'er's corpse was familiar to Yunia, so she immediately knew what he was up to. "Are they trying to rape a dead person? How disgusting!"

　　Before I could answer Yunia's question, I felt an unusually cold wind blowing. Then, a figure appeared faintly in the air. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the girl's soul. The girl's soul seemed quite anxious, constantly hovering around the four men. However, the four men seemed completely oblivious to the girl's soul. The two burly men seemed focused only on the impending corpse-raping spectacle, while Dr. Derek crossed his arms, anxiously watching for anyone passing by outside the cemetery.

　　Although none of the four men noticed the girl's ghost, Yunia did. Having never seen a ghost before, Yunia was so terrified she almost screamed. Luckily, I quickly covered her mouth, otherwise, those four would have definitely discovered Yunia and me.

　　This is troublesome. This girl's soul, perhaps because of her untimely death, is unable to rest in peace. Now that big man wants to rape her body, it will intensify the girl's soul's attachment and resentment towards this world. If she becomes a vengeful spirit, it will be terrible. Not only will the girl's soul be unable to rest in peace, but it will also harm other innocent people.

　　It seems I have no choice but to step in and stop these guys.

　　"Yunia, I'll go stop those bad guys," I whispered in Yunia's ear. "Wait here for me to come back, don't wander off, okay?"

　　"I'll go with you!" Yunia, who is usually so obedient to me, refused my order without even thinking this time. "They're all bad guys, I don't trust you!"

　　"Okay." Anyway, those four didn't seem to be high-level mages or anything like that, so I was confident I could protect Yunia.

　　So, I unlatched the door of the gravedigger's hut, pushed it open, and yelled at the four men, "Hey, you guys, what are you doing here so late at night instead of sleeping?"

　　Hearing my shout, the three burly men turned to look at me in surprise, while the doctor frowned and snorted heavily.

　　"See? I told you it was best to leave early." Dr. Derek muttered, complaining about his three assistants. "Now look what happened! The gravediggers have discovered we're grave robbers!"

　　"Doctor, don't worry, leave it to us! We'll make sure this guy can't talk like the other gravediggers!"

　　The burly man who had already taken off his pants to rape Liqi'er's corpse put his pants back on, led the other two burly men, picked up shovels and other digging tools, and walked towards me with an unfriendly expression.

　　"Vines, come out!"

　　Seeing the three burly men walking towards me, intending to harm me, Yunia hurriedly waved her hands and shouted in a sweet voice; instantly, many tough vines quickly grew from the feet of the three burly men, tightly wrapping around their lower bodies, instantly binding the three burly men in place, unable to move.

　　Then, Yunia whistled loudly, and suddenly the sound of birds flapping their wings filled the air. Flocks of crows that had been resting in the trees around the cemetery flew over, frantically attacking the three burly men's heads and faces. They even took the opportunity to leave a bird dropping on their heads. The three men could only barely protect their eyes from the crows' pecks and scratches with their arms, their faces and heads soon covered in scratches and droppings.

　　"Oh? A druid?!" Dr. Derek exclaimed in surprise as he watched the vines and crows attack his assistant at Yunia's command. "How did a druid end up in Beloia Town? And even become a gravedigger?"

　　"You can investigate that after you get out of prison!" I said, speaking on Yunia's behalf. "And you, a doctor, what are you doing stealing corpses in the middle of the night?"

　　"Well, you can research that when you're in hell!" Dr. Derek sneered, his hands forming hand seals in preparation for casting a spell. "Don't think

　　I'm afraid of you just because there's a druid here."

　　When I saw Dr. Derek's hand seals, I was shocked: they were the necromancy hand seals for 'Summoning Skeletons'!

　　I never expected to encounter another necromancer here. I knew this wouldn't end well unless I could overcome this doctor's necromancy with my own. Otherwise, this cemetery would be the final destination for Yunia and me.

　　Necromancers are always ruthless when dealing with their enemies; I'd already seen how my adoptive father dealt with his foes.

　　Sure enough, after Dr. Derek chanted incantations and formed hand seals, he shouted, and the soil around his feet immediately began to rise. Two skeletons then emerged from the mounds, clumsily crawling out.

　　Seeing the two skeletons crawling out of the ground, their dim red light shining from their eye sockets, their teeth clenching as if about to bite, Yunia, who had never seen undead creatures before, screamed in terror. Her shrill scream carried far and wide and even hurt my ears. However, when I saw the two skeletons the doctor had summoned, I felt calmer.

　　This doctor was just a novice necromancer, and he hadn't made a pact with a demon, so his magic could only summon two skeletons at a time. If it were me, even with the magic power I'd accumulated through my own cultivation, I could summon more than twenty skeletons at once. If I amplified my magic power through a necromancy ritual, or borrowed Lybiadis's power, I could summon hundreds or even thousands of skeletons at once.

　　"Hmph, are you scared now?" Seeing Yunia scream in fear, Doctor Derek wiped the sweat from his brow and sneered. "Unfortunately, it's all too late. Today, both of you must die here..."

　　Yunia and I must die here? I don't think so.

　　While the doctor was wiping his sweat and speaking, I secretly formed hand seals and cast a 'Minor Retreat Spell.' The two skeletons the doctor had summoned had just crawled out of the pile of dirt and hadn't even had a chance to stand properly when my Minor Retreat Spell dispelled the dark magic clinging to them, turning them back into two lifeless, immobile piles of bones that scattered on the ground.

　　"Hey! Hey! It's those two scoundrels over there who should die, not you two!" Seeing his summoned skeletons instantly shatter into two piles of bones, the doctor, unaware that his skeletons had been affected by my 'Minor Exit Magic,' hurriedly shouted. "Get up right now, get up!"

　　Seeing the two 'terrifying' skeletons turn back into two immobile piles of bones, and seeing the doctor's frantic state, Yunia burst out laughing this time.

　　"Laugh? What's so funny!"

　　Hearing Yunia's laughter, the doctor, realizing he had embarrassed himself, became red-faced and swollen with anxiety. Unable to summon skeletons, not only could he not stop Yunia and me from revealing his tomb-raiding secrets, but even his three burly henchmen would no longer fear him, much less obey his orders.

　　To save face and maintain his authority, the doctor closed his eyes, solemnly beginning to form hand seals again, intending to summon more skeletons.

　　While the healer was casting the summoning spell, I secretly invoked Lybiadis's power. The pink six-pointed star on my left hand began to glow faintly, and a warm current flowed from it, filling my entire body and infusing into the 'Undead Summoning Spell' I was casting.

　　A series of whooshing sounds filled the air as mounds of earth rose around me and the healer, one after another, skeletons bursting through the rubble and nimbly crawling out. Not only skeletons emerged, but even corpses that had just been buried and whose bodies hadn't fully decomposed pushed open their coffins and crawled out of their graves. Even the little girl, Lydia, who had been placed on the cart, slowly sat up. Suddenly, we were surrounded by skeletons and zombies—at least a couple hundred, of whom only one was summoned by the healer; the rest were summoned by me using a small amount of Lybiadis's power.

　　Seeing so many skeletons and zombies appear, the healer and I were both stunned.

　　Originally, I just wanted to test how Lydia's power would be used in necromancy. I didn't expect that by borrowing only a small portion of her power, I could summon over a hundred skeletons. If I were to summon Lydia's full power, summoning tens of thousands of skeletons at once wouldn't be a problem. It seems that although Lydia's power belongs to the lustful demon, it can be infused into 'my' necromancy—although it can only be used in the low- and mid-level necromancy spells I've learned. I still can't simply use Lydia's power to cast high-level necromancy spells.

　　However, Lydia's power is indeed formidable. From her somewhat eccentric and beautiful appearance, you would never guess that she is a demon with such immense power.

　　"Eh... Haha! Hahaha!" Dr. Derek stared blankly at the numerous skeletons around him for a while, then burst into hysterical laughter. "See that? Do you see that? So many undead creatures! I summoned them all! I summoned them all! Hahaha!"

　　"See what?"

　　I retorted sarcastically with a nonchalant expression. This doctor, who was also a novice necromancer, was incredibly inexperienced. He hadn't even realized that these undead creatures weren't summoned by him?

　　However, I also felt a little strange. These undead creatures that I summoned were very different from those I had summoned before. For some reason, they gave me an inexplicable feeling. If I hadn't tested them and confirmed that these undead creatures could be freely commanded by my will, I would have really doubted that I had summoned them...

　　"See what...? How dare you ignore this mage's great achievement?"

　　Dr. Derek's face darkened at my contempt.

　　"I'll let you taste the pain of death now, my undead! Kill both of them!"

　　As Dr. Derek uttered the words "Kill them both," the surrounding undead creatures, under my control, slowly moved forward, emitting strange groans as they did so... Ah! I know where the problem lies!

　　Generally, orthodox necromancy summons undead creatures by magically gathering the resentment and hatred of the dead, infusing this resentment into skeletons or corpses. These skeletons or corpses then come to life through the hatred and resentment of the deceased, resulting in the undead creatures we commonly see.

　　Driven by the power of resentment, these undead creatures instinctively destroy everything and kill all living beings to vent their hatred. This is why summoning undead creatures is always one of the most mana-efficient yet highly destructive spells; the destruction is actually carried out by the resentment of the dead, and necromancy merely gathers this resentment and provides it with a "vessel" for destruction.

　　Therefore, the undead creatures summoned by orthodox necromancy are filled with resentment and possess a strong "killing aura," which is why such undead creatures are feared.

　　However, when I summoned the undead just now, I used the power of Lybiadis. Lybiadis is a demon of lust, so when her power was infused into those corpses, they weren't filled with resentment, but rather with 'lustful desire.' Ordinary undead would emit horrifying, pitiful groans,

　　but these undead summoned through Lybiadis's power emitted lewd groans like those of men and women making love, without a trace of murderous intent. This is why I felt they were so different from the undead I had summoned before.

　　Besides lacking murderous intent and emitting extremely lewd groans, their movements were also obscene. Unlike ordinary undead that constantly waved their arms, trying to destroy everything, these undead constantly rubbed their breasts and genitals, displaying an unsatisfied appearance.

　　Dr. Derek had been laughing maniacally, waiting for the undead to tear Yunia and me to shreds. But when he realized that a large number of undead were converging on him and his three henchmen, he flinched.

　　"Hey, you guys! Your target should be those two grave-guarding bastards!" Dr. Derek yelled at the approaching undead. "Hurry up and kill those two... Hey! Listen to my orders!"

　　"What? Doctor? Are the undead you summoned not obeying orders?" I chuckled, mocking Dr. Derek. "Is it because you summoned too many undead creatures at once, causing them to lose control?"

　　"This...this..."

　　Dr. Derek was covered in sweat, facing the relentlessly advancing undead creatures, and could only retreat step by step; suddenly, his arms were grabbed by "people," and Dr. Derek turned around to see that two zombies were holding his arms tightly with unimaginable strength; then, he felt a chill on his lower body as one of the zombies pulled down

　　Dr. Derek's pants and then opened its mouth to take Dr. Derek's limp penis into its mouth... "Waaaaaahh ...

　　More and more undead creatures converged on Dr. Derek and his three men. Their screams echoed through the cemetery, then quickly fell silent—not because they had been torn apart by the undead; the undead summoned by Lybiadis's power had no killing intent or aura whatsoever. Unless I ordered them to kill, they wouldn't kill Dr. Derek and his companions. The reason they were silent was that the zombies were either kissing them or inserting their half-rotten phalluses into their mouths, which were agape from their screams. Soon, Dr. Derek and his men dared not even open their mouths.

　　This scene of 'undead gang rape of grave robbers' quickly ended with Dr. Derek and his men collapsing from exhaustion. The ground was covered with the semen squeezed out of them by the undead, and they lay limp and powerless on the ground.

　　"Yunia, can I ask you for a favor?" I called Yunia over. "Summon vines to bind these four people, so they can't escape; we'll hand them over to the sheriff tomorrow."

　　"Okay!"

　　Yunia nodded happily, probably because she could help me, and then summoned more vines, tightly binding Dr. Derek and the others like mummies; I asked the undead creatures I summoned to help tidy up the messed-up graveyard, and then sent the undead creatures back to where they belonged.

　　Just as I was about to put Lichier's body back in the coffin and bury her in the grave, Lichier's soul suddenly floated in front of me, drifting back and forth, looking at me anxiously.

　　I looked at Lichier's soul in surprise; although her soul couldn't speak, as a necromancer, I could sense her thoughts.

　　"Huh? You want to be resurrected?"

　　Lichier's soul nodded hurriedly.

　　"But I'm not a priest! I can't bring you back to life..."

　　Upon hearing that I couldn't bring her back to life, Liqi'er's soul frantically floated in the air, occasionally pointing at the other zombies who were cleaning the cemetery.

　　"But they're not really alive, are they? They're just using the power I gave them to move around... You're not planning to become like that, are you?" Liqi'er's soul nodded repeatedly, looking at me with expectant eyes.

　　Fulfilling Liqi'er's wish to "continue moving around in this world as an undead creature" wasn't difficult. I knew how to create vampires with necromancy; all I had to do was turn Liqi'er into one. Besides, I could now borrow Lybiadis's power to perform vampire magic, making it easy to turn her into a vampire. However

　　, judging from my experience summoning undead creatures using Lybiadis's power just now, if I used Lybiadis's power to create a vampire again, I'm afraid I'd create a 'sperm-drinking' vampire instead of a vampire. I'm not afraid of creating a 'sperm-drinking' vampire; after all, I have an endless supply of semen, but would Liqi'er like that?

　　"It wouldn't be difficult to keep you active in this world, but I'd have to turn you into a 'vampire,' and you'd have to stay with me and never leave. I'm afraid you wouldn't like that..."

　　Seeing my hesitation, Liqi'er's soul became anxious and nodded frantically, indicating that she still wanted to be resurrected, even if it was as a vampire.

　　"You still want to be resurrected under such harsh conditions?! Sigh, alright, alright..."

　　Standing before Liqi'er's body, still on the cart, I bit my finger and used my blood to draw a magical six-pointed star on Liqi'er's forehead; at that moment, Liqi'er's soul hurriedly came to her body, waiting for the chance to return to it.

　　"Wandering, homeless soul, I grant you eternal life in the name of Lydias, return!"

　　After chanting the incantation, I summoned the power of Lydias and unleashed vampire magic. The summoning hexagram on the back of my left hand emitted a bright pink light, and the magical hexagram on Liqi'er's forehead, drawn with my blood, also shone at the same time, gradually changing from blood red to pink. Then, the two hexagrams flashed simultaneously, and the light captured Liqi'er's soul and entered her body; when the light disappeared, Liqi'er immediately jumped off the cart.

　　"Ah! It feels so good to be alive!" Liqi stretched happily. "Thank you, my master." "

　　I have to explain first, you're not actually fully alive, but I turned you into a vampire." I quickly explained. "Also, I didn't bring you back to life to make you my slave, so don't call me master, okay?"

　　"Then can I call you big brother?"

　　Liqi blinked her big, watery eyes, a shallow dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth; after being resurrected by Lybiadis's power, her eyes, which should have been innocent and pure, now held a lot of alluring charm.

　　"Big-brother-brother-!"

　　"Okay, okay, call me whatever you like!"

　　A pretty little girl called out "big brother" in a coquettish tone... Oh my god! I have no resistance to this kind of thing!

　　"Ah, big brother, I'm hungry." Liqi suddenly touched her stomach, looking at me expectantly.

　　"Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?" Why do I have such a bad feeling?

　　Sure enough, Liqi'er didn't answer my question. Instead, she quickly knelt down in front of me, pulled down my pants, grabbed my penis, and shoved it into her cherry-like mouth... I knew it would turn out like this... I

　　don't know if it was because of the influence of Lydia's magic, but theoretically, a girl as young as Liqi'er—although Liqi'er's figure was curvy and she looked as mature as Yunia—should be completely clueless about oral sex. Vampires shouldn't have body temperature either, but Liqi'er's cherry-like mouth had a slight body temperature. Her little tongue was a thousand times more agile than an eel, constantly wrapping around my penis and teasing my sensitive nerves. Her oral sex skills were much better than Yunia's, who was with me every day. It made me feel so good that I wanted to moan. Before long, my penis began to tremble rhythmically, shooting hot semen into Liqi'er's mouth again and again.

　　Liqi'er accepted all the copious amount of semen I ejaculated into her mouth, drinking it all down until the very last moment before spitting it out, allowing me to spray the thick semen onto her still childlike and beautiful face.

　　Suddenly, Yunia quickly moved closer to Liqi'er, the two beauties shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek, sharing the final assault of my ejaculation.

　　"Wow, big brother, you shot so much!"

　　Liqi'er closed her eyes, a look of ecstasy on her face, letting the semen I ejaculated onto her face drip onto her full breasts exposed from the collar of her shroud, while she used her small hands to spread the semen evenly on her face and breasts like applying skincare products.

　　Strange, how could a little girl understand such seductive actions? Could she be influenced by Lybiadis's power again?

　　"Yeah, Don Juan always shoots a lot, and it's really good for your skin." Yunia closed her eyes and carefully spread the 'skincare' I'd shot on her face.

　　"Hehe, let's not talk about that now... Are you full?" I chuckled and quickly changed the subject.

　　"I'm full up there..." Liqi'er pointed to the dimples on her cheek with her left hand, while her right hand lifted the hem of her shroud, revealing her smooth, hairless, and still tightly closed lower body. "...I'm not full down there yet, big brother, what should I do?"

　　"Then lie on the trolley." What else could I do? Of course, I'd feed Liqi'er.

　　Liqi'er obediently lay on the trolley, pulled up her shroud, and presented her smooth, big buttocks and pink petals to me.

　　Just as I was about to "feed" Liqi'er, I faintly saw firelight in the distance, and it looked like a group of people carrying torches were heading this way. Could it be that someone's screams during my duel with Dr. Derek were too loud, attracting the townspeople?

　　"Someone's coming, Liqi'er, hide first."

　　No matter what, I absolutely can't let the townspeople see that the supposedly dead Liqi'er is "still alive," it would cause a commotion.

　　"Okay, big brother." Liqi'er agreed, then transformed into a wisp of mist and headed towards the gravedigger's hut. Liqi'er's ability to transform into mist is the same as that of a "normal" vampire. I wonder what other abilities Liqi'er has that are the same as those of "normal" vampires, and what are different?

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