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            Chapter 1:
A Room Stained in Dim Light

It was 3:07 AM.
The air was thick with the smell of cheap cup ramen, dusty manga, and desperation.
Shinji Kobayashi — age 20, professional virgin, full-time shut-in, and an unapologetic otaku — was in battle. The supreme battle of faping.

A single tab glowed on his crusty laptop screen:
"TSF Monogatari – Episode 2: Once a Boy, Now a Plaything."

His eyes sparkled with the unholy mix of shame and excitement.
"Man… if only that happened to me… If I became a girl I could have sex all day" he mumbled, a hand already lost under the blanket.

But before the scene could even climax — so did he. As soon as he shoot his cum everything became dark in his eyes.

And then — nothing.

His heart gave out. Literally.
One final exhale, a shudder… and Shinji Kobayashi died with wet pants around his ankles and a stupid grin on his face.
Just like a true otaku king.

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The Space Between Lives

Then… silence. No moaning. No screen glare. Just… endless white.
"Seriously…? I died jerking off to a genderbend hentai…?"

His voice echoed, he is bodyless and confused.

A laugh answered him — not mocking, but amused. Feminine. Echoing with power.
"Your final wish has been granted, Shinji Kobayashi. Let's see how much you like being the girl."

"Huh?"
There was no response. Just blinding light. Everything disappeared in nothing.

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A soft breeze passed through the open window, fluttering white curtains like ghostly hands brushing against delicate skin. The scent of wildflowers and polished wood filled the room, along with something unfamiliar—sweet perfume?

Shinji stirred, his eyelids twitching as his senses gradually returned. He was lying on a plush bed that could rival the fancy sets from anime. Silk sheets. Pink canopy. Lacy pillows.
His bed was feeling way too comfortable.

His eyes snapped open.

"...What the hell?"

He sat up, quickly realizing three horrifying things:
One—this wasn't his messy, cramped otaku den.
Two—he was wearing a sheer, silky nightgown.
Three—something soft jiggled on his chest.

He grabbed at it instinctively, gasping and letting out a small scream. "Boobs?!"
His voice felt like a sweet girl.
He leapt out of bed and rushed to the ornate mirror across the room.

What stared back at him was not Shinji Kobayashi, the average, forgotten 20-year-old pervert with glasses and greasy hair.
No, this was a girl. A super hot at that!

Long, cheri-pink hair spilled over petite shoulders. Her face was ethereal, like a heroine from a fantasy gacha game—large brown eyes, flushed cheeks, pink lips slightly parted in shock. And her body... curved in all the ways anime fanservice had trained him to notice.

"Did... did I die watching TSF Monogatari?" he muttered, horrified.
The last thing he remembered was Episode 2's climax—both literal and narrative. Then blackness.

The door opened.

"Lilith!"

A tall, rugged man with salt-and-pepper hair rushed in, followed by a younger boy about sixteen, with messy dark blonde hair and worried eyes.

"Thank the heavens, you're awake!" the man said, kneeling by the bed. "You had us so worried…"

The boy hugged him—no, her—tight. "Big sis… don't scare us like that again…"

Lilith?
They called her Lilith.

She blinked. Something stirred in her head—images, not her own. A girl lying sick in bed. This man—her father—staying up all night holding her hand. The boy—her little brother—trying to cook soup and hiding the fact that he burnt his hands.

Shinji—no, Lilith—held her head. The memories kept coming. Her life here. The village. The world. The expectations.

Women were divine in this world. Precious. Rare. Fewer than one in a thousand. They didn't marry. They were protected like sacred treasures. But the truth? They were also offered. Tributes. Tokens. Behind the smiles was a system closer to elegant prostitution.

Her father noticed the shaken look on her face. "It's alright. You were very sick for a few days. Rest more, as much you need."

Lilith forced a smile and nodded. They left her to rest, leaving a tray of food she didn't touch.

When the door clicked shut, she sat back down on the bed. Her hands trembled as they traced the shape of her new body.

"So this is my second life…?" she whispered.

Her gaze drifted across the room. Wooden shelves lined with books and soft plush dolls. A vanity table covered in lotions and ribbons. Everything smelled faintly of lilac and rose.

She was trying to gasp everything that is happening to her. She needs to remember about this world in order to adapt.

On the table beside the mirror sat a silver comb and a pendant shaped like a moon. She touched it, and another memory flickered—her younger brother—Luca, giving it to her on her last birthday.

Seventeen years, eleven months. Almost eighteen.

Her hands froze.

Eighteen?

That was the age when women were allowed—no, expected—to begin "accepting offers."

Her breath caught.

In a world where women didn't marry… and mating requests were made through formal tribute… it wasn't hard to guess what kind of future this body had been walking toward.

Lilith clenched her fists.

She sat near the window, hugging her knees to her chest. Outside, the village looked peaceful. Children played with wooden swords. Men pushed carts and laughed at crude jokes. It was a rustic paradise.

But here in this golden cage, she—once a loser otaku—was now the prize everyone would be chasing.

She didn't feel lucky.

Not anymore.

"This is what I wished for, but why does it feel so painful? Is this because of the feelings of a girl?"

Her voice trembled as she whispered to herself:

"Is this… heaven or hell?"

 

Sometimes later Luca sneakily came inside her room again hiding someting behind him and asked her to extend her open hands. 

 

Shiniji or rather Lilith didn't know what to do. Her mind was completely at disarray. She doubtfully extended her right hand. 

 

Luca then took out a colourful shiny blue box from behind him and gave it to her. "It's your favourite sweet 'Dark Cream' " Luka said with heart melting smile as if he is flying in happiness, "I saved money for a long time to buy it for you." 

 

Seeing such a sweet little brother, Lilith thought, So what if this world is a mess! I'm definitely having this cute litttle brother for me. 

 

She opened the box and found the 'Dark Cream' is similar to chocolate. This made her excited. She took one of the cookie shaped chocolate and put it in her mouth. It was very sweet and it melted inside mouth like cream. 

 

"It's really sweet and delicious. Thank you Luca." Lilith took one chocolate and approached Luca's face,"Here, take one."

 

Luca took it in his mouth happily and said, "By the way, this was your birthday gift" 

 

"Huuuuh!" Lilith screamed in shock. "When? How? There is still a week." 

 

"You were in high fever for the last week so you don't remember. Luckily you got up on your birthday. Did you get up just to eat Dark Cream?" Luca said with a smirk on his face. 

 

"I'm really 18 now?" Lilith asked in disbelief. 

 

"Yes, technically. But people don't know it yet since actual birthday of women is kept secret. There is a surprise party waiting tonight.

And please act like you don't know it's your birthday. I was too impatient to wait till the night." Luca said while pressing his palms together. 

 

Lilith pulled his cheek and said, "Fine, I'll keep it a secret for you. Now let me have some rest." 

 

Luca nodded and left the room happily. While Lilith drowned in thoughts. 

 

She thought there was a few day before she turns 18. Now the tribute system will start for her in any moment. Who knows how disgusting can it be. 

 

She was thinking and eating the chocolates and didn't realize when the box was empty. 

Discovering the chocolate is over, she became sad again.

 

Continued... 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

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Chapter 2: 
Lilith sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her pale, slender fingers. They looked so delicate in the morning light—so completely unlike the ones she’d spent twenty years using to click mouse buttons and dig into instant noodles.

She tried to gather her thoughts.

This world… her new world… was still wrapping itself around her like a too-tight corset. In her mind, fragments of memory—hers and not hers—swirled in dizzying loops.

The Elric family. Her family now.

Six men filled the house besides her: her father, her grandfather, her uncle, two older brothers, and her little brother Luca. Not a single woman among them.

That alone would seem odd—until you understood the way this world worked.

Women were rare. One in a thousand, if even that.

Because of this imbalance, society had changed drastically. Artificial reproduction became the norm, with the kingdom overseeing labs that manufactured male offspring. They could engineer healthy boys—strong, skilled, obedient.

But females? They couldn’t be created. No magic, no science could will them into being.

Girls could only be born the old-fashioned way. The natural way. And only to the rare women who existed. On average, a woman might bear two or three children in her entire life. Sometimes none.

Whenever a girl was born, the kingdom immediately stepped in. Her parentage was determined through magical tracing—every trace of paternal mana in her body analyzed down to the thread. Then she was given to the father. Always the father.

Because female children were considered divine gifts. Holy. Irreplaceable.

And with that blessing came enormous power.

Families with daughters were given stipends. Status. Protection. They became magnets for favor and influence. Neighbors fawned over them. Nobles respected them. Kings kept eyes on them.

And the girl herself? She was expected to grow up in luxury… and eventually, become a treasured offering.

Once a girl turned eighteen, she could receive tribute offers—formal, kingdom-approved proposals from men across the realm who wished to mate with her.

It wasn’t called prostitution. It was more refined than that. Elegant. Ritualized.

But the truth was clear.

Women were courted not for love, but fertility.

To touch a woman without consent was a death sentence. To approach one without tribute was social suicide. To mate with one was the highest honor a man could dream of.

Some women accepted this system and lived like queens. Others pursued politics, power, or pleasure. A rare few became adventurers—warriors wrapped in silk, blades drawn beside their bodies built to birth.

And now, Lilith was one of them.

She exhaled sharply and stood, padding across her room barefoot. The house creaked with the sounds of morning: boots against wood, the clatter of dishes, her grandfather coughing downstairs. Familiar, yet distant.

She touched the pendant around her neck—the moon-shaped charm Luca had gifted her—and tried to smile. But the memories weren’t hers. Not really.

The old Lilith was gone. And Shinji? He didn’t know what the hell to do anymore.

“I need fresh air,” she muttered.

The first name that came to mind was Julian—her second older brother. Nineteen going on twenty, with kind eyes and a lazy charm. From the memories swirling inside her, Julian had always been the one to cheer her up.

She made her way out of her room and down the wooden hallway. Their house was a spacious two-story home—proud, old, and clean. The second floor had three rooms: her own, a storage room, and the shared room where Julian and Luca slept.

She pushed open their door gently.

Luca was nowhere to be seen. Probably downstairs helping Father with the morning stew. But Julian lay sprawled on his bed, shirtless, the sheets twisted around his waist. His chest rose and fell in a calm rhythm, his bronze skin catching the morning light through the slatted window.

Lilith froze.

Not because of lust—though, damn, he was objectively hot—but because her body reacted. A shiver down her spine. A flutter in her stomach. Not her old body’s reaction. This one.

She stepped inside quietly and, before she could think better of it, jumped on him.

“Wha—!” Julian jolted awake, arms flailing until he realized it was her. “L-Lilith?!”

She laughed, the sound surprising her. So light. So feminine.

Julian rubbed his eyes and sat up, smiling groggily. “The moment you return from death’s doorstep, you come crashing onto me like a toddler? You haven’t changed at all.”

He ruffled her hair gently.

She looked up at him with mock indignation. “I have changed! I’m older now.”

“Oh yeah? Prove it by not jumping on your brother first thing in the morning,” he teased. Then, more sincerely, “How’s your health? You gave us a real scare.”

Lilith gave him a grin. “Alive and kickin’.”

Then, after a pause: “Julian… I want to go outside.”

Julian blinked. “What? Already?”

“I need to see the world with my own eyes,” she said quietly. “Not just through borrowed memories.”

He stared at her for a moment—then sighed and flopped back onto the bed. “You really are impossible.”

Lilith tilted her head. “Is that a no?”

He groaned. “Lilith, you had a five-day fever. If I take you outside and you collapse again, the Royal Guard will probably execute me for negligence. I’m your brother, not your bodyguard!”

“But you are strong. And I want to walk. Just walk,” she added. “No running from bandits or riding dragons, I promise.”

Julian laughed softly. “Fine. You win. But only for a bit. And you’re wearing your thickest cloak. No negotiations.”

Lilith beamed.

And as her brother stood to stretch, his muscles rippling and his hair tousled like a romantic novel hero, Lilith’s smile faltered just a little.

Because as much as she tried to stay grounded… her new body, new senses, and new emotions were beginning to wake up.

And they didn’t always listen to her mind.

 

Continued... 

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Chapter 3: 
The breeze smelled of dew and bakery steam as Lilith stepped out into the morning light, her fingers tugging the edges of her dark-blue shawl around her shoulders. 

A pale mist lingered in the streets, curling around rooftops and shimmering gently in the glow of mana lamps, still flickering from the night’s charge.

 

It’s too peaceful. Like the world has no clue it just caught a pervert soul in its most delicate body.

 

She blinked up at the soft sky—cotton clouds, warming sun—and for a moment, forgot who she used to be.

Julian was waiting beside the gate, arms crossed loosely, his usual grin already in place. 

 

“You’re late.”

 

Lilith gave a dramatic sigh. “I had to make sure I still looked like a girl this morning.”

 

Julian chuckled. 

 

“Still pink-haired, wide-eyed, and the most spoiled person in a hundred leagues. So yeah—you’re good.”

 

Spoiled. That’s not wrong. I don’t think the original Lilith ever had to struggle. Maybe I’m just inheriting her softness like I did her memories.

 

They started walking down the gently sloping hill that led from the Elric home into the heart of Windvale.

 

Windvale, for all its modest size, felt alive.

The roads were a soft mix of cobbled stone and packed earth, with raised sidewalks lined by mana-crystal lanterns humming quietly in glass bulbs. 

 

Most homes were two-story stone or timber-brick hybrids with ceramic rooftops, front gardens overflowing with rosemary, sunleaf, or chime-blossoms. Mailboxes bore family crests; some doors had enchanted locks that pulsed faintly when passed.

 

I thought I’d be walking through some medieval mud village, but this is… late 1900s with mana enhancements? They’ve got infrastructure. Streetlamps, plumbing runes, enchanted locks—hell, even our house has a hot water gem in the kitchen.

 

Lilith paused near a bakery where steam curled from iron vents and a clanging sound rang as loaves were pulled from crystal-heated ovens. A boy about ten shouted from a chalkboard, scribbling “cinnamon mana-buns — 5 Narr a pair!”

 

They have pricing systems, street vendors, even advertising chalkboards. It’s like small-town Japan with magic dust.

 

A middle-aged man waved from behind the counter, his apron sparkling slightly with flour and glitterdust.

 

“Good morning, Lady Lilith!”

 

Lilith smiled politely. “Just Lilith, please.”

 

“Of course, of course!” The man bowed anyway.

 

Julian leaned closer. “They’ll still call you that, no matter what you say. You’re our rarest export.”

 

Lilith made a face. “Like a luxury item.”

 

Not even a person—just a limited-edition drop from the goddess gacha. Why do I feel like the box I came in cost more than my dignity?

 

As they walked, the village pulse unfolded in layers.

A manacrafter was tuning a crystal music box for an elderly person. 

 

A carriage engineer yelled at an apprentice for overcharging the mana cell.

 

At the mail station, glowing tubes carried scrolls to neighboring towns—each one whirring like a distant bird as it zipped off into the sky.

 

That’s pneumatic mail. Enchanted pipes. Are they running magic through copper tubes? That’s industrial era tech. How does a place with tribute tokens and noble bloodlines also have magical logistics and energy grids?

 

People bustled—but not too fast. Windvale moved with the steady rhythm of people who lived long, honest lives.

 

“Hey, look,” Julian said, nodding toward the café. “Leif’s already on his third cup.”

 

Leif Alder—their neighbour and same age as Lilith—bookish, glasses slipping off his nose—sat with a notebook and three empty tea cups, scribbling with a mana-tipped stylus.

 

Lilith watched him through the open terrace window. “I like that he doesn’t treat me differently.”

 

“Give it time,” Julian muttered.

 

Most of the men here do that pause. That tiny hesitation before they speak to me. Like they’re not sure whether I’m a person or a shrine bell you have to ring with silver coins.

 

The central square was just coming alive.

Market stalls unfurled canvas shades like slow-blinking eyes. A news crystal orb sat atop a post, softly repeating yesterday’s broadcast:

 

“Tribute reforms delayed until Highmoon. Queen Empress Lysandra remains silent.”

 

News broadcasts. Voice-charmed crystal orbs. Are those public-funded? Or run by a noble channel? This world is so organized, I could probably find a census office with magical ID cards.

 

Julian winced. “Can’t believe they’re dragging that out. It’s been two seasons.”

 

Lilith cocked her head. “You keep up with tribute politics?”

 

“I keep up with anything that might affect you,” he said simply.

 

She blinked, surprised by the sincerity.

 

Julian’s always been like this—chill on the surface, iron underneath. If this were an otome game, he’d be the reliable older brother route. Popular with girls. Too loyal for his own good. But I feel deep admiration for him. I'm affected by the feelings of this body. 

 

At the guild station, an armored man pinned a notice to the board:

 

“Escort Needed: Whispering Hollow Perimeter Sweep – C-Rank, 3 slots open.”

 

A teenage boy with rough gloves and twin daggers groaned. “Again? I swear that forest’s cursed.”

 

Nearby, Fenn and Norrick, the twin battle brothers, waved.

 

“You’re back on your feet, Lilith!” Fenn called, grinning. “We missed your daily sass.”

 

Norrick added, “If you’re ever up for sword practice, we’ll be gentle.”

 

Lilith rolled her eyes and laughed. “You say that every time. Then I break a nail and cry.”

 

“Still more deadly than Luca,” Norrick muttered.

 

Julian nudged her with his elbow. “You’re popular.”

 

She sighed. “Is it really me they like, though?”

He didn’t answer.

 

No answer means he doesn’t want to lie. Do they like “me,” or just the girl who makes their status rise when she smiles?

 

As they reached the small riverside path, the sounds of the village softened.

 

They passed men hanging enchanted cloth diapers over warm stones. A group of boys chased a rolling mana-wheel toy, shouting at it to “turn left!” with each command rune. A trio of teenage boys sat near the well, sketching tribute token designs in chalk—floral motifs, elegant circles.

 

No girls in sight. Of course. I’m a goddamn unicorn in this demographic. Even tribute jewelry has an art scene. These boys are designing coins like wedding rings… or bribes.

 

“Tribute Day’s coming up,” Julian murmured, watching them.

 

It feels wrong. Wanting it past life—fearing it in this one.

 

They reached the edge of the village—a tall hill that overlooked the fields beyond. Mana wisps floated lazily above blooming grain, rising and falling like drowsy lanterns. 

 

Julian sat on the sun-warmed fence. Lilith joined him, kicking her feet lightly

“Do you ever wish you weren’t born into this?” she asked.

 

He thought for a long time.

“No,” he said finally. “But I do wish you hadn’t been. You deserve to just live freely. Not as a symbol.”

 

She rested her head on his shoulder, just briefly. “I think… I’m going to try anyway. To be real. Even if this world tries to turn me into an icon.”

 

He smiled. “Good. Then I’ll be here. Making sure they don’t break you.”

 

The bell in the town square rang softly—morning prayers at the shrine. The world continued turning, calmly and quietly.

But for Lilith Elric, everything had already begun to change.

 

 

 

Continued...

 

[ Author's comment: Our Shinji Kobayashi(aka Lilith) having regrets!  

But not long untill she becomes a semen demon.]

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

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Chapter 4: 
By the time they circled back toward the Elric estate, Lilith’s legs were trembling slightly. The walk had been easy by normal standards, but her body—soft, pampered, still recovering—was clearly unused to activity.

 

She stopped at the gate, catching her breath.

 

Julian looked over with concern. “You alright?”

 

“I’m fine. Just tired,” she said, brushing hair from her face. “Too much fresh air. It’s unhealthy.”

 

Julian smirked. “Want me to carry you, Princess?”

 

“I will bite you,” she muttered, already stepping inside.

 

Damn! He is like charming prince and made me blush. 

 

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The warm scent of soup and grilled root vegetables welcomed them the moment they entered the house. In the kitchen, Luca was carefully arranging plates with overly concentrated focus, his tongue poking out slightly.

 

“Big sis!” he beamed when he saw her. “You’re just in time! I set the table!”

 

Lilith smiled, genuinely. “Wow. You didn’t burn anything this time.”

 

Luca puffed his cheeks. “Hey! Only that one time!”

 

It certainly feels good to tease a younger sibling. 

 

At the head of the long wooden table sat Father Elric, I mean Gareth Elric, tall, rugged, and reserved. He gave her a nod, but she could see the flicker of relief in his eyes.

 

“You walked through the whole village?” he asked.

 

“Mostly. Julian made sure I didn’t pass out.”

 

Father nodded. “Good. Your strength is returning. That’s what matters.”

 

Across from him, Grandfather Thorne Elric sat hunched with arms crossed and a thick blanket draped over his legs. He squinted at Lilith.

 

“You still look too pale. Eat more ironleaf soup. I told your father we should have fed you mountain goat liver.”

 

“Please no,” Lilith said, suppressing a gag.

 

I don’t even want to know how it tastes. 

 

Julian snorted into his cup. Luca just kept smiling. Lilith secretly noticed that. 

 

I better teach that brat a lesson. 

 

The lunch passed with a casual warmth Lilith hadn’t expected. There was no fussing, no questioning about her illness, no mentions of tribute or the kingdom—just idle talk about neighbors, market rumors, and a stubborn mana furnace that refused to calibrate.

 

This was the one part of Lilith’s life that felt untouched by divine labels or legacy. A family, weird and imperfect and grounded.

 

 

 

 

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After lunch, she retreated upstairs. Her legs ached. Her head buzzed faintly—not painfully, just... unusually.

 

She flopped onto the bed, burying her face in a cool pillow. The sun outside had grown brighter, peeking through the canopy curtains. Her room smelled faintly of lavender oil and polished wood.

 

I should be relaxing. Resting. But something’s... wrong. Or maybe right?

 

 

 

Her skin prickled. A strange warmth bloomed at the base of her spine. Like a pulse—no, a signal.

 

She sat up slowly. Her breath caught.

 

“What is this? Mana buildup? Or…”

 

 

 

Then, it happened.

 

A chime. Not from outside, not from the house—but inside her head.

 

Her vision flickered.

 

Blue text bloomed before her eyes like glowing threads of magic laced through thought.

 

 

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🔔 [SYSTEM ACTIVATION DETECTED]

 

Initializing Host...

 

✔ Reincarnated Soul: Linked

✔ Divine Vessel: Synced

✔ Compatibility: 96.7%

✔ Libido Stabilization: In Progress

 

 

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Oh no. It’s a system. An actual system. I’ve been isekai’d into a game?

 

 

 

She sat bolt upright as the interface unfolded in full:

 

 

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🧬 [Immortal Slut System: v0.1]

 

Welcome, Lilith Elric.

You have been selected by divine cosmic request to host the Immortal Slut System.

Please enjoy your second life… passionately.

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DEFAULT ABILITY UNLOCKED

 

☑ Eternal Touch – Become immortal for 7 days following your first sexual encounter

☠ Downside – Failure to mate within 7 days = DEATH

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Her jaw dropped.

 

“Are you serious? Sex = immortality? No sex = game over? Who the hell designed this?”

 

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INHERITANCE MODULES UNLOCKED

 

• Skill Sync – Gain 1 random skill from each partner

• Stat Drain – Receive attribute points after each mating

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“Okay. Chill. Chill. This is just like those weird system novels I used to read at 2AM. Except way hornier. And I’m the one stuck in it.”

 

 

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[STATUS SCREEN]

 

[Name: Lilith Elric]  

[Age: 18]  

[Class: Immortal Slut]  

[Titles: None]  

[Immortality Countdown: Inactive]  

 

[Strength: 13] [Speed: 15]  

[Agility: 12] [Stamina: 30]  

[Charm: 70] [Libido: High]  

 

[System skills: Skill Sync(Passive), Stat Drain(Passive)]

[Synced Skills: None]

 

 

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“Oh gods,” she whispered. “This is real. This is actually real.”

 

“Wait! WTF? My class is a slut? A literal slut?”

 

I asked for this, didn’t I? In some pathetic, sticky-fingered death wish. I said I’d love to be a girl and have sex all day. Now I’m here. I have a system. A horny, immortal curse of a slut system.

 

 

 

And I haven’t even kissed anyone yet.

 

 

 

The text shimmered again.

 

 

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🎯 First System Quest: "The First Spark"

 

Objective: Explore your own body and pleasure spots. 

Reward: +5 Charm, Skill: [Arousal Field Lv.1]

 

 

 

 

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“Arousal Field? What, do I give off pheromones now? I’m turning into a walking hentai protagonist.”

 

 

 

There was a knock at the door.

 

“Lilith” Julian’s voice.

 

She panicked. “I’m fine!”

 

Pause.

 

“…Okay,” he said, gently. “We’ll be in the forge if you need anything.”

 

She didn’t respond. She stared at the floating system window, the countdown timer grayed out—waiting for its trigger.

 

This is my second life… and now it’s running on lust, stats, and a literal death timer.

 

 

 

She closed her eyes.

 

I wanted a fantasy. Instead, I got a contract.

 

 

 

Continued... 

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

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Chapter 5:
Lilith lay on her bed, staring at the glowing interface still suspended midair. The system had gone quiet after the initial barrage of messages, but the implications were still hammering away at her brain.

 

I actually awakened a system. A literal, horny death-clock of a system.

 

If there’s a system, there are rules. If there are rules, there’s a game. And if there’s a game... that means enemies.Enemies who can kill me. Or worse.

 

Her fingers curled into the bedsheet.

 

I can’t be weak—not in this world, not in this body. I asked for a new life. I won’t waste it crying over weird mechanics and sex quests.

 

Her eyes drifted back to the first quest, still hovering faintly in her peripheral vision.

 

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🎯 Quest: The First Spark

Objective: Explore your own body and pleasure spots.

Reward: +5 Charm, Skill: [Arousal Field Lv.1]

Timer: ∞

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She stared at the quest description.

 

Seriously…? This is my first step to survival? Playing with myself?

 

She groaned and rolled her face into the pillow.

But deep down… she knew she’d do it.

Not just because of the system, but because she was curious.

 

Back in my old life, touching a girl—especially a naked one—was something I could only fantasize about.And now… I’ve got a girl’s body. A damn good one at that.

 

Lilith sat up, brushing her hair aside. The silk nightgown clung softly to her skin. She inhaled slowly, then exhaled.

 

Alright. Quest or not… let’s see what all the fuss is about.

 

She started with her chest—fingers brushing over her breasts through the fabric. The softness startled her at first. Firm, heavy, warm. Way more sensitive than expected.

 

They bounce when I breathe. That’s... dangerously cute.

 

She tugged the neckline slightly lower and pressed gently with her palms. Goosebumps. A tremble. Her legs shifted involuntarily.

 

Then she explored further. Down to her waist. Hips. Thighs. Her fingers glided along smooth, toned skin—an unfamiliar yet intoxicating texture.

 

How is this even fair? How can someone be built like this and function normally?

 

Lilith took of the fabrics covering her upper body and grabbed both of her boobs with her hands. She started squeezing and fondling them. The sensation made her flush and her entire body started to warm up. 

Mm...

Ah..

“It feels so good.. Umm”

She reached her hands between her legs on the pink delicate spot. The spot she dreamed of touching in her previous life. 

 

As her fingers reached her pink virgin pussy, her body shaked in pleasure. A surge of sensation flown through her body. 

 

Her pussy already started to get wet. She tried to put a finger inside but felt the tightness and it made her more aroused. She started to leak juices from her delicate pussy.

The juices made it slippery and she finally put inside a finger. The feeling of something penetrating inside made her ace in sensation. 

Mm..

Aah.

 

She started moving finger inside her pussy and fondling her boobs with other hand. 

 

The growing symphony of her both hands made her lose her mind and she was quickly reaching her climax. 

She now inserted two fingers inside her pussy making it feel tighter on her meat walls. 

Oh..

Aah..

She started fingering as fast as possible, her body started steaming. And then...

She finally reached her climax having an orgasm, juices overflowing inside her and leaking out.

Pant

Pant

She gasped. Her back arched. Her breath quickened. She couldn’t stop her hands. Couldn’t stop the heat.

Her heart raced like she’d just finished a sprint.

Sweat clung to her temples and chest, and her entire body felt flushed, almost feverish.

And then—

 

Ding!

 

-----

✅ [Quest Complete: “The First Spark”]

[+5 Charm]

[Skill Unlocked: “Arousal Field Lv.1”]

-----

 

Lilith collapsed back, arms sprawled, staring at the ceiling.

 

I did it. My first system quest… was me… doing that. Gods. I’m a literal quest-clearing pervert.

 

She swiped open the skill menu with a thought.

 

 

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🌀 Skill: Arousal Field Lv.1

You actively emit a seductive aura. Nearby males may experience increased arousal, lowered resistance, or distracted focus.

-----

 

 

Great. Now I give off pheromones like some horny anime bug. Do I also attract predators? Or just desperate villagers?

 

Before she could close the window, another message dropped—this one larger, flashing red at the edges.

 

 

-----

🔔 [User Activity Confirmed]

[Initializing Obligatory Quest]

 

🎯 New Quest: “First Time”

Objective: Have sex for the first time.

Time Limit: 24 hours

The Goddess of Lust says: ❝First time is always my favorite. I even restore my own virginity just to experience it again. You better enjoy yours.❞

Rewards:

• Unlock new stat: [Mana]

• Unlock magic usage 

Failure Penalty:

• Immortality Countdown will begin (7-day timer)

 

Lilith sat up straight.

 

Wait. What? 24 hours?!

 

Her pulse skipped.

 

Isn’t this basically forcing me to do it? If I don’t, I die in a week. If I do, the countdown still starts.That’s not a choice. That’s a damn trap with a bow on it.

 

She paced the room, hands running through her hair.

 

And who am I even supposed to do it with? I can’t pick some random stranger just because the system says so.

 

But when the tribute system starts... I’ll be doing it anyway. I’ll have to.Maybe this is my chance to choose before they start choosing for me.

 

Her thoughts drifted to Julian.

He was calm. Kind. Protective. And handsome in that big-brother-you-can’t-help-but-crush-on way.

And… they weren’t related. Not by blood. Every man in this world was artificially created.

 

No laws. No taboos. No biological boundaries.Just two people. Alone. In a room. One of them panicking. The other—hopefully not.

He’s someone I could actually trust. Maybe even fall for.

 

She sat back on the bed, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

 

But gods… how do I even ask? “Hey, Julian, can you come to my room tonight and help me not die via sex curse?” Real smooth.

 

After a long shower, a change of clothes, and several rehearsed speeches that made her cringe into the floor, she finally stepped out and made her way to Julian and Luca’s shared room.

 

She caught them just as they were getting ready to leave—Julian had his coat on, and Luca was pulling on his shoes.

 

“Julian?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

 

He turned. “Yeah?”

 

“Can you… come to my room after dinner tonight?” She forced a smile. “I need your help with something.”

 

Julian raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

 

“I’m fine,” she said quickly. “It’s not urgent. I just… need you there.”

 

Julian gave a soft smile. “Alright. I’ll come by.”

 

Lilith returned to her room with a racing heart and shaky fingers.

 

He has no idea.He’s going to walk into my room tonight thinking I need help fixing a bookshelf or emotional support over tribute system.

 

But what he doesn’t know is—his sweet little sister is planning to pop his cherry tonight .

 

She flopped face-first into the bed.

 

Gods help me. I’m not ready for this. But I have to be. I just hope he says yes.

 

 

 

Continued... 

 

[How would you feel if your cute little sis want's to pop your cherry?]

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Chapter 6: 
Lilith was still pacing her room, trying to calm her nerves after asking Julian to visit her later, when a loud knock interrupted her thoughts.

 

“Big sis!” Luca’s voice rang through the door. “Come down! Dinner’s ready!”

 

Right. Dinner. Maybe food will help me pretend I'm not planning to seduce my fake brother tonight.

 

She fixed her hair, checked the mirror, and walked down the stairs.

 

The moment she turned the corner into the dining room—she froze.

 

Colorful streamers made of enchanted ribbons shimmered across the ceiling. Floating candles flickered in hues of gold and lavender. A small illusion orb hovered near the table, spelling out:

 

🎉 Happy 18th Birthday, Lilith! 🎉

 

The table was already full—roast mana-hen, glazed root fruits, caramel-glazed nut rolls, even sparkling berry juice in tall glasses. Everyone was waiting.

 

“Surprise!” Luca shouted with both arms in the air.

 

Julian stood behind him, looking pleased but smug. “Told you she’d freeze like that.”

 

Father Elric—no, Gareth Elric—nodded to her from his seat. “You’re officially an adult, Lilith.”

 

Oh, I’m aware…

 

Her grandfather Thorne snorted. “Still look like a brat to me.”

 

Lilith blinked, stunned. “You… all did this?”

 

“Of course,” said Julian, guiding her toward the seat of honor. “You nearly died last week. What kind of family would we be if we didn’t throw a party the moment you came back?”

 

Luca bounced in place. “I helped with the decorations! The candles are color-coded!”

 

“They’re uneven,” Thorne muttered.

 

“They’re enchanted,” Luca shot back. “They float. Can you float candles, old man?”

 

Thorne just grunted and sipped from his carved cup like a warrior in retirement.

 

Ren Elric—the eldest of the siblings—stepped forward with a lazy smile. His tall frame and rough-spun coat made him look more like a wandering mercenary than a noble heir.

 

“Time for the finale,” he said, lifting a single finger.

 

With a subtle flick, flames ignited at the tips of his fingers, spiraling into the air. He traced patterns—blossoming roses, drifting stars, and finally a massive flaming heart that exploded into glittering sparks above the table.

 

Luca clapped with both hands. “Boom! That’s my big bro!”

 

Julian raised his glass. “To the only girl worth this much trouble.”

 

“To Lilith,” Gareth said, his tone still steady, but the corners of his mouth tugged up in a rare smile.

 

Thorne lifted his cup without looking. “You’d better eat well. You won’t always have Luca feeding you snacks.”

 

Lilith sat down slowly, her eyes shimmering slightly.

 

They did all this. For me. Not for the woman scarcity. Not for tribute. Just... for me being alive.

 

She smiled, genuinely—no sarcasm, no internal monologue necessary.

 

“Thanks, everyone,” she said. “Really.”

 

Scene continues with dinner, laughter, teasing. Julian keeps glancing her way, curious about what she meant by “needing his help” tonight. Lilith avoids his eyes—barely.

 

After dessert—warm nutcakes and honeyroot tea—Ren stood up and cleared his throat.

 

“Alright,” he said. “We didn’t just gather to throw fire at the ceiling and feed Luca sugar.”

 

“Hey!” Luca protested through a mouthful of cake.

 

Ren continued, his tone gentler now. “You’re eighteen, Lilith. That means… the tribute system is coming.”

 

Lilith’s smile faded slightly. “I figured.”

 

Gareth leaned forward. “Officials from the capital will arrive in a few days. They’ll want to assess your health, mana signature, and begin processing requests.”

 

“Requests?” she echoed.

 

Julian answered softly. “Profiles. From across the kingdom. Men who want to… offer.”

 

Lilith tensed.

 

“Now listen,” Gareth said firmly. “You don’t have to accept every single one. In fact, you shouldn’t.”

 

“Every profile comes with full details,” Ren added. “Name, rank, reputation, skills, temperament. You can read them, study them, and decide.”

 

“And you can reject them,” Thorne muttered, tapping his cup. “As many as you want.”

 

“You can even tell the officials your preferences,” Julian said. “They’ll filter out anyone you don’t like. Personality types. Ages. Magic types. Whatever.”

 

“It’s your right,” Gareth finished. “Your body, your choice. The system is flawed, but we won’t let them treat you like a token.”

 

Lilith looked down at her hands.

 

“For your first time,” Ren added after a pause, “you don’t have to choose from the tribute pool. It’s completely up to you. Who, where, how… all of it.”

 

She didn’t speak for a long moment.

 

So even this world gives me a sliver of control… if I’m willing to reach for it.

 

“But,” Gareth said gently, “the government won’t wait forever. Tribute is law. We can only delay them for so long.”

 

Silence settled.

 

Then Luca stood on his chair and raised his arms dramatically. “So! We all pray that Lilith finds a super handsome, super sweet guy who treats her like the goddess she is!”

 

“Sit down, imp,” Thorne grunted.

 

Everyone laughed.

 

Julian raised his glass. “To Lilith. For strength. For peace. For freedom.”

 

“To Lilith,” the others echoed.

 

She blinked hard, fighting the sting at the corners of her eyes.

 

I don’t know what I expected tonight. But it wasn’t this. It wasn’t being seen. Or loved. Or… trusted to choose.

 

She clinked her glass against Julian’s. “Thank you. All of you.”

 

Even if I go through hell, at least I know where I come back to.

 

----

The party slowly unraveled into warmth and laughter. Dishes were cleared, candles floated a little lower, and Thorne snored half-upright in his seat, untouched tea still steaming beside him.

 

Lilith caught Julian’s eye across the table.

 

Just a glance.

 

She tilted her head slightly. Subtle. Intentional. A flicker of meaning passed between them—unspoken, but unmistakable.

 

Julian’s smile faded a little. Not in discomfort, but understanding.

 

He nodded once.

 

 

 

Lilith returned upstairs alone, heart pounding. The glow from the candles below barely reached the hallway now. Her room welcomed her like a soft exhale—quiet, still, faintly scented with lavender and something warmer.

 

She locked the door behind her.

 

This is it. This is actually happening.

 

She peeled off her dress and set it carefully aside and put on comfy nightdress.

 

In the mirror, her reflection stared back.

 

“I look calm.” That’s a lie.

 

She ran her fingers through her hair, brushed it smooth. Her skin was still flushed from the wine and firelight. She touched her lips, her collarbone, then lower—feeling each curve again as if memorizing them for the first time.

 

Is this really me? This soft, beautiful, powerful body…

And I’m about to offer it. Not because a law says so. Not because a quest says so. But because… I choose to.

 

She lit a single mana lamp, casting the room in gentle amber glow. Just enough to see. Not too much to scare him.

 

Her hands shook slightly as she smoothed the sheets, fluffed the pillows, and sat on the edge of the bed.

 

Okay, system. No countdowns. No quests. No tricks tonight.

Just me. And the boy I trust the most.

 

A knock came. Gentle. Three soft taps.

 

Lilith exhaled.

 

“Come in.”

 

-----

 

 

Julian stepped into the softly lit room and closed the door behind him.

 

“Hey,” he said gently, eyes scanning the space. “Wow. You really lit the place up like a shrine.”

 

Lilith stood by the bed in her nightgown, hands clasped in front of her. Her cheeks were pink, but her eyes were calm—determined.

 

“Julian,” she said, voice low. “Can you… lock the door?”

 

He blinked. “Huh?”

 

“Please,” she said. “Just for a bit. I don’t want anyone coming in.”

 

Still confused, Julian turned and slid the iron lock into place with a soft click. “Alright… now I’m officially nervous.”

 

Lilith walked toward him slowly, every step careful. When she reached him, she took his hand—warm, calloused, safe.

 

“I need your help,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

Julian’s brows pulled together. “Of course. Anything.”

 

She looked up at him.

 

“You’re the person I trust most in this world,” she said. “You’ve always protected me. Treated me like someone real—not some trophy, or a goddess, or... whatever people think I am.”

 

Julian nodded, silent. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, reassuring.

 

She took a deep breath.

 

“I want you to be my first,” she said. “Tonight. Right now.”

 

 

---

 

Julian froze.

 

His fingers twitched in hers, and his expression shifted—from surprise, to confusion, to something caught between guilt and disbelief.

 

“Wait… you mean—like actually… now?”

 

Lilith nodded once. “Yes.”

 

He stared at her, lips parting, then closing again like he wasn’t sure how to breathe.

 

“Lilith… I—look, I care about you more than anything,” he said, stepping back slightly. “But you just turned eighteen. The tribute stuff hasn’t even started. You still have time. We don’t have to rush this.”

 

She felt her heartbeat stutter.

 

“I know I’m not supposed to say that,” Julian added, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I don’t want to be the reason you regret your first time. Especially not tonight. You should think and take more time.”

 

Lilith’s hands clenched slightly. The moment hung—fragile and cold. The warm glow in the room felt like it was flickering out.

 

And then—

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🔔 [System Suggestion]

 

Target hesitation detected. Risk of quest failure rising.

Recommend activating skill: [Arousal Field Lv.1]

Effect is undetectable. Will subtly heighten target arousal, reducing resistance without overt influence.

------

 

 

Lilith blinked, a whisper of blue light flashing behind her eyes.

 

You want me to seduce him. To tip him over the edge with magic. Is that… okay?

 

She looked at Julian—his nervous stance, his clenched jaw, the way he was avoiding her gaze so hard it hurt.

 

But this is my choice. My body. My quest. He cares about me, but he’s too careful to act unless I push first.

 

She breathed in slowly… and accepted.

 

[Arousal Field Lv.1 – Activated]

 

A subtle hum pulsed in the air. No sound, no scent. Just a faint shift—like the tension in the room grew warmer. Closer.

 

Julian inhaled, his shoulders tightening just slightly.

 

Lilith stepped closer. Her fingertips grazed his arm.

 

“Julian,” she said softly. “I’m not rushing because of the system. I’m choosing this. I want this.”

 

He looked down at her then, really looked. His eyes dilated, lips parting just a little as if something inside had just… clicked.

 

“I…” he started. Then stopped.

 

She touched his chest. “Don’t be afraid to want me. Just this once, let yourself be selfish.”

 

 

Continued...

 

[Author's comment: Sorry Julian, your life as a virgin ends today.]

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Chapter 7: 
Julian stood still, but Lilith could see it—the subtle change in his breathing, the tension in his hands, the flush creeping into his cheeks.

The Arousal Field was working.

He didn't notice it, couldn't name it, but his body was reacting all the same. It was getting warmer. His mind going all fuzzy.

Lilith moved in closer. She placed one hand gently against his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammer beneath the fabric of his shirt.

"I've seen how you look at me sometimes," she whispered. "Like you want to… but always stop yourself."
"You consider that as love for your sister. But don’t you think it’s more than that?"

Julian swallowed hard. "I'm trying to do the right thing."

She looked up at him, eyes soft but full of fire. "What if this is the right thing?"

Her fingers slid upward along his neck, into his hair. His lips parted again, his body frozen between fight and surrender.

He's so close.

Just a little further…

She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his.

Gently.

Slowly.

He didn't pull away.

Instead, after a heartbeat of hesitation, he kissed her back.

And once he started, he didn't stop.

As their lips touched Julian felt a chilling shock flowing through her body. It felt soft, warm and sweet. Not just sweet but something more than that.

His hands gripped her waist, trembling, desperate not to grip too hard. His mouth moved over hers like he'd been holding back for years. She gasped softly when he pulled her closer, flush against him, the tension breaking like a wave crashing over both of them.

"You're sure?" he breathed against her lips.

Lilith nodded. "You are the only person I know most and trust most.
I want you. Right here. Right now."

He didn't ask again.

They kissed deeper. His restraint cracked and crumbled under the pressure of heat and her closeness, until the last of his resistance gave way completely.

The moment burned—bright, breathless, inevitable.

Lilith was also overflowing with sensations she never felt before, not in past life either. Her body started getting warm, like it’s going to steam.

She took one step more and pushed her tongue inside Julian's mouth. The feeling of another person's tongue was somewhat new and unpleasant but the growing heat and sensation in her body told her to go forward.

She shook of all her hesitations and completely devoted her body and mind to the pleasure. Their love started getting hotter and making pleasant sound of kissing.

Julian also felt the sensation of Lilith's tongue and saliva. He now held her tight on the waist and started running his hands over her buttocks.

As his hands touched them, he felt like touching freshly backed soft buns, but these were more Juicy than buns can ever be.

As Julian ran his hands over her body, Lilith's heart began to run fast and soft moans started leaking.
Mm
Ahm

Julian then broke the kiss and grabbed both of her shoulders. He looked at her eyes directly, his eyes asking for permission. And Lilith's reaction granted that.

Julian then pushed her on the bed. And leaning over her. He removed the sleeves of her night gown and pulled it down. Making her soft juggly bosoms jumping.

He then grabbed those rebellious boobs and squeezed them gently. Lilith's blood started flowing hotter, her mind going numb. To shake off the dizziness, she spoke.

"Well, someone is enjoying while hesitating at first."

"Who won't be shocked when a beautiful woman such as my dear sister asked them for sex!" that being said Julian reached his face close to her chest and licked one of her pink prickly nipple. Lilith let out a soft moan.
Aah

Julian then captured the pink nipple between leaps and started sucking it passionately. He was doing it like he had a lot of experience. His sucking and squeezing caused Lilith to moan again.
Ahhm
Um
"You feel too good at it Julian. I don’t think you had sex with a woman before." Lilith asked with a sense of teasing.

"Female pleasure is an obligatory part of our academic education. You don’t know since girls don't attend school. They are provided with private tutors." Julian said and returned to sucking her boobs.

Lilith nodded while thinking she doesn’t recall any memory of going to school. Whatever! It’s not time to think those.

Lilith pushed Julian back, saying, "You had enough fun for now. It’s time for my dessert."

She then reached his pants, touching his cock over the fabrics. It was already hard and it was big. She opened the zip and pulled down his pants along with the underwear. And his erect cock came out raring. Like it’s saying "Who dares to wake me! I'll fuck them all."

Seeing his cock raring, Lilith grabbed it with the palm of her hand. It was thick and hard. She then licked the head of his cock, making Julian feel a chill throughout his body.

Never thought I'll be sucking a man's cock. Well whatever, it’s feeling very tempting.

Lilith then took half of the cock inside her mouth, making it wet with her saliva to make it more slippery. She then swallowed the rest of his cock reaching her throat. It made her choke and she let go a little of the cock.

So this is how a cock tastes. I had one in past life but I wasn’t able to taste it. It has a strong odor.

She began sucking his cock, taking it in and out. Her constant sucking made Julian moan.
Ohh, yes
Aah
"Your mouth and tongue feels so good Lilith. It’s different from when we were kissing." he said it while panting because of sensation.

Lilith kept sucking his cock, taking it in and out. She was like a baby sucking her cock hard and fast so someone else can't take it.

She took a break to breath. She was panting but soon took the cook in her mouth again. She was getting used to a cock. She starts sucking it more efficiently
Slurp
Slurp
The sound of her sucking echoed through the room. Julian's cock suddenly got a little bigger inside her mouth. She understood Julian is near his limit.

"I'm reaching my limit, Lilith", Julian said while his voice is unclear due to sensation.

"Let it out freely. Let your little sister take care of your dirty mess." Lilith said it with a slutty look. She kept sucking.
Slurp
Slurp

Julian finally reached his limit and released a load of hot baby seed inside her mouth.
Agh

So this is how cum tastes like. I knew it was disgusting. But with this hype and sensation, it tastes strangely fulfilling.

Lilith swallowed the white liquid with a gulp and started cleaning the cock she made dirty.

Cumming just a moment before, Julian's cock was very sensitive and Lilith's tongue made him moan.

After cleaning up his cock Lilith said, "Now It's your turn to satisfy me." She then got lied on the bed then spread her legs.

Julian then got on his knees and pulled down her entire night gown, making her completely Completely naked. Her beauty can be seen in the dim light in the room. She was completely vulnerable, waiting for someone to conquer her body.

Julian then grabbed her thighs and pushed them far, making her pink spot completely visible. It’s was like a tender sweet. He reached both of his hands towards her virgin pussy. Spreading her outer labia with his two thumbs.

The touch of a man on her sweet spot made Lilith shiver in sensation. She said, "Show me the warmth of your mouth."

Julian then confidently reached his tongue to her virgin pussy. It was already wet. He touched her pussy with the tip of his tongue. It felt sweet and addictive. He then used his tongue more actively. Making her moan in pleasure.

The more he licked her pussy the more juice it released. Lilith's body started twitching in pleasure. She never thought it will feel so good. She let out sweet moans of pleasure.
Mmh
Yeah, aah
"Just like that Julian. Eat more. Make me cum in pleasure."

Julian started licking and sucking her wet pussy with more enthusiasm. He pushed his tongue further inside her body and started teasing her clitoris.

With her insides being licked and the teasing in her clitoris Lilith reached her climax. She had orgasm with a loud moan. Juices started flowing out of her pussy.

She was panting out of sensation. She took a deep breath and stretched her labia with both hands. Signaling Julian to finally put it inside.

Julian's cock was already hard again long ago. He then took missionary position and placed his cock on her virgin pussy.

With a strong push, Julian entered half of his cock inside her pussy. Tearing off her hymen.

A sudden jolt of pain flown throughout Lilith's body that made her scream.
Aaah
"It’s hurt's. It’s hurt's very bad."

Tears start coming out of her eyes, she starts sobbing.

"Does it hurt that much? Shall I take it out?"

Lilith was still sobbing like a baby. Her body never knew pain. It was unbearable. She cleared her voice and said, "I never thought it was this painful. I thought people were exaggerating  about the pain." she took a breath and added "Since I already felt the pain, why would I go back? Can you start gently?" she asked like an innocent little girl.

Julian nodded and took a deep breath. Then prepare his body to continue slowly.

Continued...

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Chapter 8:
Julian started to move his cock inside Lilith's pussy. It was very tight so he had to use a lot of force. The strong force made Lilith tremble in pain. Lilith let out some tears clenching her teeths to not let out any noise.

After a few thrusts Lilith's insides started to loosen up a little and she was getting used to the pain. As it was becoming more easier to move inside Lilith, Julian increased his pace and began thrusting faster.

Lilith finally started to feel the pleasure little by little. Her insides becoming more wet and she was feeling tingly inside her pussy. Her heart was pounding and she grabbed the silky bedsheet with her hands, her finger nails drowning deep in the soft bed.
Mmm
Mm
Lilith was moaning out of pleasure. "Oh Julian, fuck me more. It feels so good. I love you Julian."

Julian then grabbed her boobs and started squeezing them. "Your insides feel so good, sl hot. I have never known such pleasure." Julian kept pounding Lilith's pink vagina.

The sound of their bodies hitting one another created a melody of sound. Sound of meats colliding.

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[System Notification]

You have successfully endured the pain of hymen breaking.

You have gained the skill "Persistence of weak Lv.1"

This skill allows the user to push through pain increasing their pain resistance.
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Sudden notification ruined her mood a little. Lilith then stoped Julian for a while and repositioned her body.

Julian positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock before thrusting in with a sharp, powerful motion.
Thrust
Groan
"Aaaahh... it hurts," Lilith whimpered, her walls tightening around him. Julian pulled back, then sheathed himself to the hilt, beginning a relentless rhythm.
PahPahPah

With firm thrusts, he hammered, plowing Lilith's virgin field with none of the restraint.

The sounds of her whimpering within his arms, her tongue lolling out as he pounded her hole, combined with the sound of his balls slamming her butt cheeks, produced a sweet melody that delighted the two devils on Julian's shoulders.
SmackSmackSmack

The intensity of their coupling increased, with Julian's thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent. Lilith's body responded in kind, her hips meeting his with equal fervor.
"Yes, Julian! Harder! Faster!" she urged, her voice strained.

Julian obliged, his pace quickening. The soft bead beneath them creaked with the force of their movements, the sound adding to the erotic atmosphere.
PahPahPah

With each powerful thrust, Julian drove Lilith closer to another climax. Her moans grew louder, her breathing more erratic.
"I'm going to cum!" she cried out, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Cum for me, Lilith," Julian replied, his voice deep and demanding.
GroanPant

As her orgasm washed over her, Lilith's cries of pleasure filled the room. Her body convulsed, her walls clenching around Julian's cock as he continued to thrust into her.
ThrustThrustThrust

 without warning, he pulled out, bent her over the bed to align his cock with her fold, and resumed plowing that heavenly field of hers.
PahPahPah

Lilith had lost the strength to speak. Her subconscious pleasure cries, ragged breathing, and hot, vibrating body were the sole reminders that she was still alive. Her orgasms replaced each other, and if in the beginning she kept track, soon she lost count of them.

Vanquished. Lilith had been completely and utterly vanquished by Julian at her back. Holding her firm by the waist, Julian kept ramming her in faster. 

This was indeed a day Lilith would never forget. A day forever etched into her mind. As she lay bare on the bed being pounded by her big brother. 

PahPahPah
The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, skin slapping against skin, and Lilith's cries of ecstasy. Julian's thrusts were deep and precise, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. She felt herself spiraling towards another orgasm, her body trembling with the intensity.

"Aahh ! I'm going to cum!" she cried out, her voice breaking.
"Cum for me, again," Julian growled, his pace unrelenting.
Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her walls clenching around his cock as she screamed in pleasure. Julian continued to thrust, drawing out her climax until she was left quivering and spent.
PantPant

Julian slowed, his thrusts becoming more measured as he chased his own orgasm. Lilith's body was hypersensitive, every touch and movement sending electric shocks of pleasure through her. She braced herself against the bed, her breathing ragged, as Julian continued to thrust into her with unyielding determination.
PahPahPah

Each thrust was powerful and deliberate, driving him deeper into her. Lilith could feel another orgasm building, her body responding eagerly despite the exhaustion. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but they escaped anyway, filling the room with a symphony of raw, unrestrained desire.

"Julian... I'm cumming again!" she cried out, her voice breaking with the intensity of her pleasure.

"Good girl," Julian growled, his voice thick with lust. "Cum for me."

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She felt herself tightening around him, her walls clenching and releasing in rhythm with his thrusts. Julian's grip on her hips tightened, his pace quickening as he chased his own release.

With a final, powerful thrust, Julian buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep within her. He groaned, a low, guttural sound, as he emptied himself into her. Lilith could feel the warmth of his release, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
PantPant

Julian withdrew slowly, his cock slick with their combined juices. Lilith collapsed onto the bed, her body spent and trembling. She could feel his seed dripping from her, a tangible reminder of their intense first time.

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The room was quiet, save for the soft, unsteady rhythm of two bodies trying to catch their breath.

Lilith lay on her back, skin slick with sweat, hair tangled across the pillow like pink silk in disarray. Her heart pounded—not just from exertion, but from the aftershock of what had just happened.

Julian lay beside her, one arm resting over his forehead, the other curled near hers. His chest rose and fell in time with hers.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Lilith finally broke the silence, voice low and wobbly. “So… that’s what all the fuss is about.”

Julian let out a breathless chuckle. “I think I saw stars. Real ones. At one point I was floating.”

“You were shaking.”

“You were crying.”

“I wasn’t crying—” she started, then sighed. “Okay, maybe a little. But in my defense, it was traumatic. I literally heard something pop.”

Julian turned his head to look at her, eyes soft. “Do you regret it?”

She turned to face him. “Not even for a second.”

Then—

Ding!

A glowing blue screen popped up at the corner of her vision.

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✅ [Quest Complete: “First Time”]

➤ Status: Successful

➤ Partner Verified: Julian Elric

➤ Consent: 100% Mutual

➤Achievement: Penetration, 3x orgasm, creampie.

🎁 Rewards Unlocked:

New Stat: [Mana]

Skill Gained: Sensual Resonance Lv.1

Passive Upgrade: Arousal Field Lv.2

+10 Charm

+5 Stamina

+5 Strength

Immortality Countdown: [6d 23h 59m] [Activated]

“May your next seven days be death-free and pleasure-filled.” – Goddess of Lust
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Lilith blinked, eyes flicking away from Julian for just a moment to read.

Of course it logs orgasms. Why wouldn’t it?

She suppressed a snort.

Not now, system. Let a girl enjoy her afterglow in peace.

Julian shifted slightly beside her. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” she said, turning back to him with a soft smile. “Just… glad I chose you.”

His expression softened. “Me too.”

She curled into him, careful to keep the glowing UI out of his line of sight, and rested her head on his shoulder.

Seven days of immortality, magic unlocked, and somehow I’m not dead or traumatized. Honestly? I’m killing it.

She cleared her voice and said, "You should return to your room after some rest. Honestly I can't handle any more round today. Let's do it again sometime."

Julian nodded "I'm out of stamina too."

After a while Julian put on his clothes and returned to his room. There Luca was already asleep under the blanket.

He went to his bed and went to sleep without any thought.

While Lilith's body was sore and filthy. She went to the bathroom and turned on the enchanted shower and water started raining.

She was washing and cleaning her soft delicate body and thinking about her first time. Her body is aching but it also felt good.

I got some new skills and stats. I should check it out.

[Status Window]

[Name: Lilith Elric]
[Age: 18]
[Class: Immortal Slut]
[Titles: None]
[Immortality Countdown: 6d 23h 32m]

[Strength: 18] [Speed: 15]
[Agility: 12] [Stamina: 35]
[Charm: 85] [Libido: High]
[Mana: 10]

[System Skills]
• Skill Sync (Passive)
• Stat Drain (Passive)
• Arousal Field Lv.2
• Persistence of the Weak Lv.1
• Sensual Resonance Lv.1

[Synced Skills]
•Charisma Lv.1 (Passive)

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Wow! My stats have increased. Arousal Field got upgraded and I gained two new system skills.

I now also have mana. That means I can use magic now. It’s awesome.

Charisma? It's a synced skill. So I got it from Julian. So, Julian has charisma. That explains why I get drawn to him.

Also my strength, stamina, charm increased. Those are because of Stats Drain. It’s awesome.

If I mate with some strong people, I'll get stronger in no time. And the tribute system is the golden key. I must get stronger and face whatever challenge this isekai throw at me.

Lilith got out of the bath and directly went to bed. She was completely unaware of what is coming tomorrow morning.

Continued...

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

❝Reading in silence is fine... but leaving without a ❤️? Cruel. Absolutely cruel.❞






Chapter 9:
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, golden and soft.

 

Lilith groaned as she turned over in bed, her limbs heavy and muscles sore. The ache in her lower abdomen hadn’t gone away—it had only deepened. She blinked blearily and sat up slowly.

 

Why does it still hurt? We didn’t go that hard… I mean, sure, I cried, but I wasn’t expecting a full-body debuff.

 

She winced as she stood and felt a slow, dull pull in her lower belly. Glancing down, she spotted faint crimson on her inner thigh and a few smudges on the inside of her nightgown.

 

Still bleeding...? Oh god. Did something rip? Did Julian break me? Am I permanently cracked?!

 

Lilith grabbed a towel, cleaned herself up, and shuffled to the bathroom. A quick rinse, a fresh change of clothes, and she tried to pretend everything felt normal—even though her entire core throbbed with betrayal.

 

Just as she started to brush her hair—

 

“Big sis! Breakfast’s ready!” Luca’s voice rang out from downstairs.

 

She sighed and muttered, “Why do I feel like I’m walking into an ambush?”

------

 

 

 

Downstairs – 

 

The moment she stepped into the dining room, five pairs of eyes turned to her.

 

The table was already full.

 

Julian was seated, face buried in a cup of tea like he was praying it would teleport him out of the house.

 

Ren glanced up the moment she entered and grinned far too wide. “Well, well. If it isn’t the reason I had to stuff my pillow over my head last night.”

 

Luca perked up. “Yeah! I thought the walls were gonna fall! I didn’t even know girls could make those noises.”

 

Lilith nearly tripped over her own feet. “Luca!”

 

“What?” he blinked. “I didn’t say bad noises. Just educational!”

 

Grandfather Thorne was already chewing toast, entirely unfazed. “Didn’t sleep a wink. Thought someone summoned a succubus upstairs.”

 

“Maybe they did,” Ren muttered, smirking.

 

Julian nearly choked on his tea.

 

Lilith marched to her seat, red-faced, and slumped into her chair. “You all are terrible.”

 

Ren shrugged. “Hey, you’re a woman now. Part of adulthood is getting teased by your messed-up family.”

 

“Honestly, I’m impressed,” Thorne added. “I thought you were going to take a whole year before you choose your first mate.”

 

“I hate this breakfast,” Lilith whispered.

 

“Father Elric, say something!” she pleaded—then blinked. “I mean, father.”

 

Gareth—stoic as always—sipped his tea, then set it down.

 

He met her eyes, calm and unreadable.

 

“...Just don’t break the bed. They’re expensive to replace.”

 

Lilith let her face fall into her hands.

 

Julian, finally regaining his voice, cleared his throat. “Shouldn’t we all be more focused on… you know, the whole tribute system thing?”

 

“Oh, we are,” Ren said. “We're just also enjoying the free entertainment.”

 

“Besides,” Luca added cheerfully, “you looked really happy this morning, big sis.”

 

Lilith glared. “You little—”

 

“Still glowing, too,” Ren added.

 

Thorne just grunted. “Goddess knows somebody was glowing last night.”

 

System, if you’re listening—activate ‘Dig Hole and Bury Myself Lv.99.’

--------------

 

 

 

Upstairs – 

 

After surviving the breakfast minefield, Lilith retreated to her room in silence.

 

The pain in her belly hadn’t subsided—it had sharpened. She lay down, clutching a pillow to her stomach, hoping it would fade.

 

It didn’t.

 

Minutes passed. Then an hour. The ache turned into cramping. A sharp twist beneath her navel. She curled tighter.

 

Then she felt it.

 

Warm. Sudden. A wet rush between her legs.

 

She sat up—and stared.

 

Blood. Not just a few drops this time. A real flow.

 

Her heart dropped.

 

Okay. No. No, we didn’t do that much damage. This isn’t Julian’s fault, right? Right?!

 

Then, like thunder cracking through her brain—realization.

 

"Wait. No. It can’t be…"

 

A sharp cramp seized her gut again.

 

IT’S A PERIOD?!

 

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

 

The House Erupts

The scream echoed through the Elric estate.

 

Doors slammed open. Boots hit the stairs. Julian was the first through her door.

 

“Lilith?! Are you okay?!”

 

She sat on the floor, face pale, hand pointing shakily to the blood-stained sheets.

 

“I’m dying,” she whimpered. “Bleeding. Internally. From down there.”

 

Ren appeared next. “Unless Julian has a hidden dagger kink, I don’t think this is sex-related.”

 

Thorne huffed. “It’s her cycle. Girl’s on her moonblood.”

 

Julian blinked. “Wait—her what?”

 

“Her period,” Gareth said, entering calmly.

 

“Oh gods,” Lilith moaned, curling into herself. “Why now? Why me? Why again?!”

 

Ren walked over with practiced hands and tossed her a hot-stone pouch. “Here. You always like this on your stomach.”

 

“You’ve had this ready?!”

 

“Kid, you go full meltdown every time. This ain’t new.”

 

Luca burst in with a blanket and cup of cinnamon-leaf tea. “I brought comfort tools!”

 

She accepted the tea, sniffling.

 

“I thought this body was supposed to be powerful,” she mumbled. “Why does it come with monthly self-sabotage?”

 

Ding!

 

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[System Notice: Biological Cycle Detected]

➤ Menstrual Cycle: Active

➤ Debuff: [Cramps – Moderate]

➤ Pain Resistance Progress: +3%

🩸 “Congratulations! You’ve unlocked the Female Experience achievement. Please enjoy screaming, bloating, and emotional instability.”

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Lilith stared at the popup.

 

Thanks, system. I hope you step on a blast mine crystal.

 

She laid back, groaning, as Julian adjusted the heat pouch on her stomach.

 

“Just rest,” he said. “We’ve got you.”

 

I swear… this world better give me a dungeon to vent on after this. I'm gonna take it all out on damn monsters. 

 

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Day One: The Betrayal of Flesh

 

Lilith stayed in bed the entire day. Her stomach cramped in pulses like waves on a jagged shore, and no amount of tea or hot stones seemed to help for long. She barely moved except to groan, reposition, or send death glares at her system window.

 

“This world has magic, mana, and floating mail tubes—but you’re telling me no one’s invented a pain-off switch for this yet?!”

 

By midday, she was bloated, exhausted, and irrationally angry at everything.

 

Julian checked on her like clockwork, refreshing her tea and massaging her lower back with warm salve. Luca sat cross-legged beside her bed with his notebook and doodled weird “period defense mechs” to cheer her up.

 

Ren dropped off spicy snacks and said, “For when the rage peaks.”

 

Thorne left a note on her nightstand that read:

"You're not dying. Yet. Try not to cry into the soup."

 

Father Elric—Gareth—was surprisingly attentive. He quietly brought in herbal paste for the bloating and left without comment. But Lilith caught the slight nod of understanding when their eyes met.

 

Day Two: The Emotional Collapse

 

The pain dulled slightly, but her mood dropped like a magic cart off a cliff.

 

She found herself crying—first at a sad line in a book, then at a sweet note Luca slipped under her door, and then just because Julian asked if she needed anything.

 

“No, I don’t need anything! Except for the entire universe to stop bleeding out of me like a cursed sacrifice!”

 

Julian sat beside her and gently brushed her hair out of her face. “It’ll pass. You’ve gone through this before.”

 

“Lilith has,” she mumbled. “Not me.”

 

That made him pause—but he just pulled the blanket higher around her shoulders.

 

“Then we’ll go through it together.”

 

That made her cry harder.

 

Ren tried distracting her with gossip: “Did you hear the baker’s son tried to flirt with a visiting female mage and got turned into a toad for two hours?”

 

Thorne tossed a small leather pouch onto her bed. Inside were coins. “Bribe the goddess next time.”

 

Gareth simply checked her temperature and left behind water-soaked cloths to cool her forehead.

 

Day Three: The Curse Begins to Break

 

By the third morning, the worst had passed. The cramps were manageable, and the emotional swings started to ease.

 

She took a slow bath. Let the hot water soak into her joints. And for the first time since it started, she looked at herself in the mirror and didn’t feel like a war victim.

 

This body… still aches. But I didn’t fall apart. I didn’t die. I survived this.

 

The system even threw her a little gift:

 

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[Passive Growth Detected]

➤ Pain Resistance increased to 5%

➤ Mood Swings Resistance unlocked (Lv.1)

➤ Skill Potential: “Cycle Harmony” – locked until maturity threshold

➤ Skill upgraded: Persistence of the weak Lv.2

 

🩸 “Congratulations. You’ve survived three days of bleeding, bloating, and being blamed for it. True strength comes monthly.”

---------

 

She laughed out loud.

 

Closing the Chapter

That night, she sat at the dinner table again. Dressed, upright, and mostly in control of her face.

 

Everyone glanced over.

 

“You’re alive,” Ren said. “Impressive.”

 

Thorne nodded. “Told you she wasn’t dying.”

 

Luca jumped into her lap. “You smell like soap and rage!”

 

Julian just smiled gently. “Welcome back.”

 

Lilith smiled faintly.

 

Maybe this world won’t go easy on me. But I’ve got a family… and a body that bleeds and fights through it.

 

I’ll manage. I’m Lilith Elric now. And I won’t lose to biology, tribute officials, or system quests.

 

It’s time to kick some monster butt.

 

Continued...

 

Non-canon filler:

The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

❝Writers survive on caffeine and ❤️s. I’m out of coffee, so... help me out?❞






Chapter 10: 
Julian had barely begun to dream when something soft and warm landed squarely on his chest with a muffled thump.

“Gaaaah—Lilith?!”

She was already grinning from ear to ear, pinning him down in his blanket cocoon.

“Good morning, sweet prince,” she purred. “Now take me to a dungeon.”

Julian blinked up at her, hair tousled, voice still a hoarse whisper. “...What?”

“I want a dungeon. Monsters. Loot. Level-ups. You. Me. Violence.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Nope. Drunk on health and unspent mana.”

He groaned. “Lilith, it’s barely sunrise…”

“Exactly! Prime adventuring hours!” She clutched his collar. “I’m overflowing with dungeon energy. Don’t waste this.”

Julian groaned, blinking hard. “It’s not even breakfast yet…”

She leaned forward, face inches from his. “The bloodshed has dried. The cramps are gone. My soul demands monsters.”

“Go fight the broom in the kitchen.”

She pouted. “Julian Elric, are you refusing to aid your adorable little sister on her heroic journey?”

He blinked again. “Lilith, I’m not even an adventurer.”

She blinked. “...What?”

“I’m not registered. I’ve never done dungeon work. I’m a blacksmith’s assistant who looks athletic.”

Her mouth fell open in exaggerated betrayal. “You mean I spent my sweat, tears, and maidenhood on someone who can’t even legally enter a dungeon?!”

“I—what?! That’s not—!”

She flopped onto the bed beside him, face buried in a pillow. “Useless… Hot but useless…”

“Ask Ren,” he muttered.

Her eyes peeked over the pillow. “Wait. Ren’s registered?”

“You don't even remember Ren is a C-rank?”

She shot off the bed like a firework. “Perfect.”

“Wait—what are you—?”

But she was already out the door, barefoot, shouting “REN\~!” down the hall.

---

Elric Estate – Training Yard

Ren Elric was mid-stretch in the backyard, dressed in a loose tunic and fingerless gloves, when his instincts screamed.

He turned just in time to catch a pink-haired missile.

“Oof—!”

Lilith latched onto his waist like a backpack. “Take me to a dungeon.”

Ren steadied himself and sighed. “Can you maybe try ‘good morning’ first next time?”

“No time. I crave EXP.”

“I’m eating breakfast first.”

“I’ll steal your plate and scream ‘molester’ in town.”

“You’re deranged.”

“Dungeon. Now.”

He gave her a sideways look. “You’re not even registered.”

“Then take me to the guild.”

He sighed like a man defeated by fate. “You’re going to get me arrested one day.”

They went out after hurriedly finishing breakfast.

---

Windvale Adventurer’s Guild – Registration Hall

The Windvale Guild wasn’t large, but it was alive with movement—adventurers lounging near job boards, vendors negotiating over mana ore samples, and clerks floating glowing data-sheets through tubes.

Lilith stood in front of the registration counter, bouncing on her heels.

A guild attendant approached: a cute young boy with moonlight-silver hair and a professional look that said he’d dealt with one too many overconfident rookies.

“New applicant?” he asked, eyes moving from Lilith’s eager expression to Ren’s weathered posture.

“Yeah,” Ren said, crossing his arms. “She’s enthusiastic. And mildly insane.”

Lilith beamed. “Lilith Elric. Eighteen. Fully consenting to stat registration… but…”

She leaned forward over the counter. “Can you, um, hide my class and class related skills?”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“My skills are a little… unconventional.”

Ren coughed into his fist. “You don’t say.”

The clerk shrugged. “We offer a privacy filter. Stats and class will show vaguely on public terminals, but detailed skillsets will remain confidential unless you’re flagged for a job contract.”

“Yes please.”

The boy waved his hand over a crystal pedestal, summoning a pulsing orb of light.

“Place your hand here and remain still. It will scan physical stats, mana presence, and general class affinity.”

Lilith placed her hand atop the orb. It glowed warmly, threads of magic wrapping around her fingers.

[Scanning...
Compatibility: High.
Magic Core Detected.
Affinity: Hybrid / Lust-based.
Class: Hidden. 
Rank: Unrated.]

The orb dimmed. A metallic click echoed as a thin silver badge floated down into a tray.

The clerk handed it to her. “Congratulations. You are now a registered adventurer of the Windvale Guild. E-rank by default. Please don't die on first day.”

Lilith held up the badge like a holy artifact. “It’s so shiny.”

Ren muttered, “Try not to trade it for snacks.”

The clerk, already done with them, turned to greet the next person in line.

---

Carriage Ride – En Route to the Dungeon
The road rolled gently under the wooden wheels, flanked by quiet trees and morning fog. Lilith leaned out the side of the covered cart, hair whipping in the breeze like a tail of pink fire.

“This is amazing. So scenic. So dungeon-worthy.”

Ren sat with his boots up, eyes half-lidded. “Don’t throw up when the monsters start moving.”

Lilith turned. “So what dungeon are we going to?”

“Glowrock Hollow. E-rank. Good training spot.”

She brightened. “Wait, isn’t Whispering Hollow nearby? Can we go there instead?”

“That’s a C-rank dungeon,” he said flatly. “Which means I’d have to carry your corpse back out. We're not doing that.”

“So it’s full of things that set rookies on fire.”

“I’m not a rookie. I have stats now!”

“You also thought rabbits couldn’t kill.”

She crossed her arms, sulking. “Glowrock better be cool.”

Ren chuckled. “You’ll be screaming at the first horned bunny.”

Lilith grinned. “And stabbing it in the face.”

---
Glowrock Hollow – Entrance
The dungeon yawned before them—an arched cave mouth draped in moss, glowing faintly with green sigils that pulsed like a heartbeat. The air inside was cool and damp, with the earthy scent of stone and something faintly metallic.

Lilith stepped inside with wide eyes, clutching her spear like a noble heroine on a quest.

“Welcome to your first real dungeon,” Ren said as he followed. “Don’t touch the walls. Don’t trip over moss clumps. Don’t scream unless you’re dying.”

“I’m not a total idiot.”

“You are literally the class of rookies who think ‘I'm immortal.’ Forgive me for keeping my expectations low.”

He handed her a pouch of small glass vials. “Healing potions. Two uses each. Don’t drink unless you’re gushing.”

Then, a basic steel-tipped spear.

“And this—so you don’t end up fighting monsters with a pout and a hairpin.”

Lilith spun the spear once, striking a dramatic pose.

---

Zone 1 – Burrow of Thorns

The cavern opened up into a surprisingly wide field of subterranean grassland, glowing faintly from bioluminescent roots and fungi. Patches of thorny vines spread in irregular clumps. Shadows twitched between mounds of greenery.

Lilith stared in awe. “Whoa… This is beautiful.”

Ren unsheathed his sword and muttered a soft spell. Flames flickered to life along the blade’s edge. “Beautiful? Maybe. But this place trains rookies by mauling them with rabbits.”

She blinked. “Rabbits?”

As if summoned by the word, rustling echoed through the tall grass ahead. Low, fast shadows zipped from cover to cover—blurs of white fur and twitching horns.

Lilith raised her spear confidently. “I’ve seen enough JRPGs to know how this works. I just charge and stab, right?”

Ren crouched low beside a rock. “I take front. Watch their movement. Use your spear to corner them or jab from range.”

But Lilith had already stepped ahead, grinning. “Let’s gooo!”

---

The first horned rabbit burst out of the grass like a furry missile.

Lilith lunged—and missed.

“Wait—what?!”

The rabbit dodged clean under her stab, spun midair, and zipped away.

Ren casually decapitated another mid-leap. “They’re faster than they look. You need timing and position.”

“I didn’t expect BUNNIES TO DODGE!”

More rustling. Three more broke cover.

Lilith lunged again, stabbing wildly—her spear nicked one in the shoulder, but it rolled out of range.

And then—pain.

A sharp horn rammed into the back of her thigh.

“AAAGHHH!”

She collapsed with a shriek, clutching her leg. Her eyes blurred.

I just got shanked… by a RABBIT?!

---

Ding!

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[Skill Activated: Persistence of the Weak Lv.2]
➤ Pain resistance temporarily boosted.
➤ Stamina regeneration increased while injured.
➤ “You may suck at this, but you’re too stubborn to die.”
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Lilith gritted her teeth, grabbed a healing potion from her belt, and chugged it with one hand.

She stood—bloodied, pissed, and twitching.

“You wanna mess with ME? You fluffy bastard?!”

She spun her spear in a furious arc, eyes blazing.

I will not be disrespected by nature’s cutest demonspawn.

“DIE, YOU F***ING RABBITS!”

She began stabbing wildly—rage-fueled, uncoordinated, chaotic. Rabbits scattered in every direction, but one unfortunate laggard caught her spear straight through the side. Another jumped, and she whipped her weapon sideways with a primal scream, swatting it into a bush.

Ren, perched on a rock, burst out laughing.

“Oh my gods,” he wheezed, slicing down two more. “This is the greatest dungeon raid I’ve ever seen.”

Lilith stabbed another one, panting. “I! HATE! RABBITS!”

This is my isekai power fantasy?! This is pain and rodents!

 

Continued... 

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

❝If you smiled, laughed, or even rolled your eyes, you owe me a ❤️. That’s the deal.❞

 





Chapter 11:
After the Carnage

 

Lilith stood panting in the blood-stained moss, surrounded by at least four fallen horned rabbits. Her legs trembled—not from fear, but fury and adrenaline.

 

Ren casually stepped over a twitching body, wiping his sword clean with a cloth.

 

"Not bad," he said, crouching beside one of the rabbits. "Messy. But effective."

 

"I hate this dungeon," Lilith muttered, breathing hard. "Rabbits are supposed to die, not stab back."

 

Ren smirked, pulled a small knife from his boot, and began slicing into the rabbit's pelt.

 

Lilith stared. "Wait. What are you doing?"

 

"Skinning them," he said casually. "And you are too."

 

He tossed her a small curved blade.

 

Lilith caught it clumsily. "...Excuse me?"

 

"You kill it, you clean it. The skin and meat sell for coin. That's the entire point of monster hunting."

 

"But…" She looked down at the still-warm body, ears flopped and eyes glassy. "I thought we just get the loot... Like, glowing drops or treasure chests."

 

Ren looked at her like she'd just insulted his bloodline. "You've read too many novels."

 

"That's literally my origin story!"

 

He chuckled and gestured at another fluffy corpse. "Go on. Start at the back legs. Slice, peel, and don't puncture the organs."

 

Lilith crouched beside her rabbit, stared at it... then looked up at him.

 

"This is gross."

 

"It's income."

 

"This is animal cruelty."

 

"It's post-mortem economy."

 

"This is the worst part of adventuring."

 

"You haven't even seen the latrine duty at camp yet."

 

Muttering under her breath, Lilith dug the blade into the fur. Her cuts were jagged, uneven, and slow. At one point, she tore the skin entirely in the wrong direction and nearly gagged.

 

Ren glanced over and burst out laughing.

 

"Are you trying to make rabbit confetti?"

 

"Shut up! This is my first time!"

 

"I'm shocked," he deadpanned.

 

 

Just as Lilith managed to scrape off something vaguely hide-shaped, her vision flickered.

 

Ding!

 

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[System Update Triggered!]

➤ You have successfully earned combat experience through natural hunting and post-combat processing.

➤ Primary conditions fulfilled: [First Mating] + [First Kill]

➤ You are now eligible for the Leveling System.

 

📈 System Upgrade In Progress…

Installing: Immortal Slut System v0.1.2

Estimated time: 30 seconds

Please do not engage in combat or intercourse during installation.

-----

 

Lilith blinked.

 

"…Wait. You're telling me I couldn't level up until I killed and skinned something?"

 

The system answered with silence.

 

"Also—'do not engage in intercourse during installation'?! That's an actual warning?!"

 

Ren raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

 

"Nothing," Lilith said quickly. "Just yelling at my inner demon."

 

"Ah," Ren nodded. "Classic dungeon coping method."

 

Lilith crossed her arms. "You're way too comfortable in this nightmare."

 

He grinned. "You'll get used to it."

 

She glanced down at her blood-smeared hands and shredded rabbit. "I better get a stat point for this."

 

 

 

Ding!

 

---

[Immortal Slut System v0.1.2 Installed Successfully]

 

📊 New Features Unlocked:

 

Level System: Track your growth and power with combat experience.

XP (Experience Points): Earned through battle, training, and certain 'activities.'

SP (Stat Points): Awarded on level-up. Can be manually invested into your base stats.

 

🎉 Welcome to your real grind, Slutling!

 

---

 

You are now: Level 1 (XP: 30 / 100)

💠 Earned from: 3 Horned Rabbit kills

 

Bonus: +10 SP for surviving your first dungeon bloodbath.

---

 

 

Lilith blinked, then broke into a slow grin.

 

Finally. Something familiar. Levels, stats, point dumps—now we're gaming.

 

 

-----

[STATUS WINDOW]

 

[Name: Lilith Elric] 

[Age: 18] 

[Class: Immortal Slut] 

[Level: 1] 

[XP: 30 / 100] 

[SP: 10] 

[Titles: None] 

[Immortality Countdown: 3d 9h 03m] 

 

[Strength: 18] [Speed: 15] 

[Agility: 12] [Stamina: 35] 

[Charm: 85] [Libido: High] 

[Mana: 10] 

 

[System Skills] 

• Skill Sync (Passive) 

• Stat Drain (Passive) 

• Arousal Field Lv.2 

• Sensual Resonance Lv.1 

• Persistence of the Weak Lv.2 

 

[Synced Skills] 

• Charisma Lv.1 (Passive)

-----

 

Lilith mentally focused on the system's stat window, and a faint glow shimmered in her vision.

 

Ten points. Let's not waste them. Strength's fine, but… those rabbits moved like teleporting furballs.

Speed. I need speed.

 

She dragged her mental cursor.

 

 +2 into Strength

 +8 into Speed

 

Ding!

 

---

 

[SP Allocation Confirmed]

 

➤ Strength: 18 → 20

➤ Speed: 15 → 23

SP remaining: 0

 

🧠 Tip: Stats shape your combat instincts. Expect slight changes to reflexes and power flow.

---

 

 

Lilith's fingers twitched. She felt it instantly—not overwhelming, but present. A lightness in her limbs. A tension coiled in her calves.

 

Huh. I feel... twitchier? Faster. Like I could dodge a stabby bunny now instead of screaming.

 

She turned to Ren and smirked.

 

"I just got faster."

 

He blinked. "Did you drink a potion?"

 

"Nope. Leveled up."

 

Ren snorted. "You make it sound like a sneeze."

 

 

 

---

 

Glowrock Hollow – Zone 1: Burrow of Thorns

 

They stood near the far end of the cavern, just past a dense ridge of bioluminescent thistlegrass. The air felt different here—heavier, charged.

 

Ren slung his bag over one shoulder and stretched his arms. "Alright, Princess. You've had your kill count, you've skinned your bunnies, and you got stabbed once. That's a full adventure in my book."

 

Lilith wiped her brow with the back of her hand. "Are you saying we're done?"

 

"I'm saying there are two paths ahead. One leads sideways into more rabbit packs. The other…" He tilted his chin toward a narrow tunnel flanked by thorn-crusted roots. "Leads to the mini-boss."

 

Lilith's ears perked up. "There's a boss rabbit?"

 

"Alpha Horned Rabbit. Bigger. Faster. Smarter. Tougher. She eats rookies for breakfast."

 

"Still a rabbit, though?"

 

Ren gave her a long look. "...Yes. But with better horns and anger management issues."

 

Lilith stepped forward, eyes gleaming. "Let's do it."

 

"You sure?"

 

"I didn't come here to farm XP on fluffballs forever."

 

Ren smirked. "Alright then. You take point. I've got your back."

 

---

 

The Alpha Appears

 

The tunnel opened into a wide hollow of softly glowing moss and stone. It was eerily quiet—no rustling, no chirps. Only the distant drip of cave moisture and the sound of their footsteps.

 

And then—there she was.

 

The Alpha Horned Rabbit stood alone on a mossy rise.

 

Unlike the others, her fur was a deep, vivid red, almost scarlet under the blue-green light. Her body was larger, almost the size of a small dog. One horn was long and sharply curved; the other was short and jagged like a broken antler.

 

Lilith stopped in her tracks.

 

"She's… fluffy," she said, almost breathless. "Like stupidly cute."

 

The Alpha tilted its head.

 

Then crouched.

 

And vanished in a blur.

 

---

 

The Fight Begins

 

"MOVE!" Ren shouted.

 

Lilith instinctively threw herself sideways just as the Alpha darted past, slicing the air where she'd stood with one horn. The creature landed, spun mid-air, and charged again.

 

Lilith spun her spear defensively, managing to parry the next charge with a clumsy deflection. "She's too fast!"

 

"You wanted the lead, remember?!" Ren yelled.

 

"Then I'll prove I earned it!"

 

She exhaled sharply, narrowing her eyes.

 

Speed stat, don't fail me now.

 

The Alpha circled, red eyes glinting. This one didn't fight like the others—it watched, it waited.

 

Lilith surged forward.

 

The Alpha dodged left.

 

Lilith stopped short, reversed her swing—and grazed its side.

 

A squeal.

 

She smirked. "Got you."

 

The Alpha's eyes narrowed.

 

Uh-oh.

 

It launched into a flurry of zigzag movements, weaving between thistlegrass and moss tufts.

 

Lilith struggled to keep up—until Ren snapped his fingers.

 

"Burn Trail!"

 

A wave of fire spread across the moss, forcing the Alpha to leap up to avoid it. Lilith was ready.

 

She stabbed mid-air.

 

The Alpha twisted, one horn clipping her arm, and landed behind her.

 

Pain flared—but not enough to stop her.

 

She spun, swept low, and clipped its hind leg.

 

Ren flanked from the side. "Flame Lance!"

 

A narrow jet of fire shot forward. The Alpha dodged, but it singed her flank.

 

Lilith lunged again, trading blows—horn to spear, sweat stinging her eyes.

 

Finally, as the Alpha reared for another leap, Lilith feinted a retreat.

 

"NOW!"

 

Ren hurled a burst of flame behind the Alpha. It instinctively dodged forward—right into Lilith's waiting spear.

 

The strike wasn't clean—but it was deep.

 

The Alpha thrashed once, then collapsed.

 

Lilith panted, her arms trembling, heart hammering.

 

"…I did it?"

 

Ren walked over, clapping her shoulder. "We did it."

 

She blinked.

 

Then grinned wide. "I killed a mini-boss. A red-furred, stabby-horned demon bunny."

 

Ren chuckled. "You're officially adventurer material now."

 

"Damn right I am."

 

 

 

 

After the Fight

 

Lilith dropped to her knees beside the fallen Alpha, panting like she'd just run a marathon. Her arms were trembling from the effort. Sweat clung to her neck. Her spear was stained with steam-warmed blood.

 

And yet—she was grinning like a madwoman.

 

Mini-boss: down. Spear: unbroken. Pride: maximum.

 

Ding!

 

---

[+30 XP Gained – Mini-Boss Kill Confirmed]

➤ Current XP: 60 / 100

➤ No significant loot acquired.

🧠 "Not everything drops panties or power rings. Sometimes it's just XP and trauma."

---

 

Lilith stared at the floating window.

 

"…Seriously? No treasure chest? No shiny weapon? Not even a fluffy badge that says 'Bunny Slayer'?"

 

Ren crouched beside the Alpha's corpse, pulling out his skinning knife with a casual flick.

 

"You want fluff? Grab your knife. This one's still warm."

 

Lilith blinked at him. "You're not seriously gonna butcher the boss bunny…"

 

Ren looked at her with all the warmth of a tax accountant. "You do know how this works by now, right?"

 

"But she's so… FLUFFY."

 

"And it's worth about 100 Narr in hide. 120 if you don't botch it like last time."

 

He handed her a second blade.

 

Lilith stared down at the vibrant red fur, sighing. "Sorry, girl. You were terrifying. But you're also rent money."

 

Ding!

 

---

[Title Acquired: Bunny Slayer]

➤ You have slain enough rabbits—adorable or otherwise—to make the Goddess of Fluff weep.

➤ Minor bonus: +2 Strength against small beast-type enemies

💬 "System took pity on you."

---

 

Lilith blinked.

 

…I just got a pity title

 

 

 

Continued... 

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

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Chapter 12: 
Glowrock Hollow – Exit Tunnel

As they stepped out of the dungeon and into the cooler forest air, Lilith finally let her shoulders drop.

She tried to stretch, but her arms trembled.

"Ugh… My whole body feels like pudding."

Ren gave her a sideways glance. "Told you—alpha's no bunny. That was a knife missile in fur."

"I still won."

"You still got stabbed."

"Details."

Despite her stamina stat being above average, the mental drain from battle, adrenaline crashes, and skinning had worn her down hard. By the time they reached the waiting carriage, she was nearly asleep on her feet.

"We're done for today, right?" she mumbled.

Ren nodded. "Yeah. Let's go cash in."

---

Windvale Adventurer's Guild – Late Afternoon

The receptionist from earlier raised an eyebrow as they stepped in, Lilith dragging her spear behind her like a battle-worn soldier.

"You're back earlier than most first-timers."

"We weren't sightseeing," Ren said, dropping the rabbit hides onto the counter. "Three standard horned kills for her. One Alpha Horned. And 7 horned rabbits for me"

The receptionist blinked.

"You soloed three rabbits?" she asked Lilith.

"With a leg wound," Ren added helpfully.

Lilith tried to stand taller. "And helped kill the mini-boss."

The young boy looked mildly impressed. "Most rookies come back with a sprained ankle and a fear of grass. Not bad."

He tapped his crystal ledger, then nodded. "Standard rates: 50 Narr each for the rabbits, 120 for the Alpha. Total 270."

Lilith opened her mouth to split the coin—then froze when Ren slid the pouch her way.

"Your first hunt," he said. "Call it tradition."

Her eyes widened. "Wait—you're giving me the Alpha money?"

Ren shrugged. "Consider it compensation for the emotional trauma of your first skinning."

---

Lilith's First Earnings

She weighed the pouch in her hand. It wasn't heavy, but to her, it might as well have been solid gold.

I made money. Actual money. In a fantasy world. From stabbing rabbits.
My first real earnings across both lives.

She tucked the pouch close to her chest.

First thing I'm buying is something soft. Second thing? A huge cinnamon mana-bun maybe...

---

Elric Estate – That Evening

When they arrived home, the family was already waiting.

Luca ran out first, arms wide. "You're back! Did you win?!"

"I didn't die," Lilith said, "so yes."

Julian smiled as he took her spear. "You look like you got in a bar fight with a scarecrow."

Thorne Elric said, "The girl has made a successful hunt. We are throwing a party tonight."

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Dining Room, Evening

The long wooden table was loaded. Grilled meat seasoned with fire salts, spiced root stew, fresh herb bread, roasted mana-gourds, and sweetfruit glaze still bubbling in its ceramic dish. Candles flickered low, casting golden halos across familiar faces.

Lilith stepped in and blinked. For a second, she thought she'd entered a festival.

"Surprise!" Luca shouted, nearly knocking over a jug of cider in excitement. "Hunt Party!"

Ren raised his glass. "To our Bunny Slayer!"

"Please don't make that a nickname," Lilith muttered.

Julian chuckled as he pulled out a chair for her. "Too late."

She sat, cheeks flushing—but she was smiling. Maybe even glowing a little.

Grandfather Thorne thumped his mug down. "Three rabbits and a red-furred demon. Damn good start."

"I'm just glad she didn't come home with a rabbit horn in her neck," said Father Elric— I meant Gareth Elric."

Everyone laughed.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. Mostly. Physically exhausted. Emotionally violated. Mildly traumatized by fluffy death."

Luca tugged on her sleeve. "Did it scream when it died?"

"I don't think I heard it over my own."

"Respect," Ren said with a smirk. "You went from fainting over a cut to screaming blood rage at woodland rodents."

"She unlocked leveling up," Ren added, jerking a thumb toward her.

"Wait, really?" Julian blinked. "Already?"

"Well it’s natural. When you kill a monster, you unlock leveling up system."

Lilith puffed her cheeks. "It was precise chaos, thank you."

Father Elric… Gareth… raised his glass slowly. "Your first hunt, your first kill, your first earnings. Elric blood or not, you did it with your own hands."

That quiet praise meant more than any joke.

Lilith found herself sitting straighter.

They ate. They drank. They laughed. Julian and Ren traded exaggerated reenactments of Lilith's mid-battle shrieks. Luca mimicked her rabbit-skinning technique by savagely tearing apart a dinner roll. Even Thorne cracked a grin.

"Who knew our little princess would go full bunny murder so fast," Ren teased.

"Better than being a useless goddess," Lilith shot back.

"Bunny Slayer and Mouth of Fire," Julian mused. "Your title list's growing."

I'm not alone in this world, she thought, sipping spiced cider. Even if the system's trying to turn me into a stat-chasing succubus… this family keeps me grounded.

---

Later – After the Feast

As the table was cleared and candles burned low, Lilith lingered in her chair, full and content—until a soft Ding! appeared in her vision.

-----
[System Alert – Immortality Countdown]
⏳ Remaining Time: 3 days, 2 hours, 44 minutes
⚠ "A partner must be selected before time expires. Remember: immortality isn't free."
-----

Her smile faltered just slightly.

Three days left...

She cast a glance at Julian. He was laughing at one of Luca's impressions—relaxed, warm, completely unaware.

He wouldn't expect it again. No one here would. Even once is enough to be considered blessed in this world.

But if I want to get stronger… Ren makes more sense. I'd gain better skills from him. Stats too. And I already earned coin today. I could buy something sexy… maybe something magical…

She sighed and stood.

"Alright, everyone," she said, stretching. "I'm officially dead again. Time to collapse in bed."

"Try not to dream of rabbits," Ren said.

"I'm going to dream of setting them on fire."

"Then you'll love Zone 2," he muttered, chuckling.

---
Next morning

The sun had barely kissed the morning sky when Lilith leapt out of bed with the energy of someone chasing both freedom and retail therapy. She stretched with a dramatic sigh, then headed straight to the washroom to refresh. A cold splash of water hit her cheeks.

Today… I'm spending money. And maybe… setting someone on fire with my charm.

She tied her hair into a high ponytail, threw on a pale-pink tunic with embroidered cuffs, and bolted toward her first target.

Julian's room.

She slammed the door open like a stormfront and leapt.

BOOM.

"GUHH—!"

Julian flailed beneath her as Lilith landed squarely on his back, wrapping her arms around him like a koala.

"Please…" he wheezed. "No more… morning ambushes…"

"Julian, my dearest! My most handsome, forge-stained, overworked big brother—wake up~!"

He groaned into his pillow. "What do you want?"

"I wanna go shopping."

Julian cracked one eye open. "That's your emergency?"

Lilith nodded furiously. "Yes. I've got my own money. I need gear, accessories, and something stupidly cute. Come with me!"

"I've got forge duty. If I skip again, Forde's gonna put a hammer through my legs."

Lilith pouted. "Useless."

"Love you too."

She rolled off him and threw her arms in the air. "You'll regret this!"

Julian groaned again as she charged out the door.

---

Training Yard

Ren was mid-stretch, barefoot in the dirt, his shirt clinging to his back with sweat, when—

"REN~!"

He turned just in time to see pink hair and wild eyes flying toward him.

"Wait—!"

CRASH.

Lilith collided with his side like a cannonball, sending him skidding across the grass.

He sat up with a grunt. "Do you have a death wish for my spine?"

She threw her arms around his shoulders. "Good morning~! You look strong and dependable and like a man with no plans."

Ren gave her a long look. "What do you want?"

"Take me shopping."

"No."

"Please~?"

"No."

"You're my only hope."

"I'm already regretting existing today."

"I'll keep jumping on you every morning if you say no."

He squinted. "You were going to do that anyway."

She grinned. "But now I'll do it harder."

Ren sighed. "Fine. But I'm not carrying anything."

"You say that now."

---

Windvale Market – Late Morning

The marketplace was bustling with energy—colorful tents stretched overhead like patchwork clouds, while vendors shouted out magical trinkets, tools, and charms with theatrical flair.

Lilith's eyes sparkled. "So many things… all mine."

She darted toward a booth selling enchanted earrings that twinkled when spoken to. Another stall had a dancing mana-broom performing cartwheels for passing kids.

Ren, trailing behind with the patience of a tired knight, muttered, "This was a mistake."

At one point, Lilith found a shop with fox-tail keychains, and tied one to her belt immediately. "Now I look faster."

"You look like a traveling mascot."

At another, she bought an oversized cactus-shaped plush. "For snuggling."

"You're not going to survive a dungeon with that."

"It's for emotional support!"

---

Lunch at Fire Spice Tavern

"I'll have the Dragonfire Noodles!" Lilith declared boldly.

The waiter raised a brow. "Are you sure?"

"I'm fearless!"

Ten minutes later, she was purple-faced and crying into a glass of chilled milk.

"WHY DOES IT HURT."

Ren calmly ate his grilled meat. "You asked for it."

Lilith fanned her face dramatically. "I see death… and it's spicy."

She made up for it with desserts—mana-frozen sweet rolls, coldfruit parfaits, and caramel-popped crisps.

---

Later –

They stopped by a bakery before heading home.

Lilith looked at the counter and smiled. "One dozen cinnamon mana-buns, please."

Ren blinked. "For Julian?"

She nodded. "He bailed on me. But… he likes these. Might as well make him regret not coming."

---

Instead of a regular carriage, Ren arranged a ride from a traveling beast-tender with a wide grin and a strange offer.

"She's a Skygoat," the man said proudly. "Flies low, loves wind. Name's Marshmallow."

The beast was plump, horned, and had wings too small for its belly. Lilith squealed with joy.

They flew low over Windvale, the wind brushing against her face as she laughed with childlike glee.

"I'm never walking again!"

Ren held on tight. "If this thing crashes, I'm blaming you."

---

Elric Estate – Evening Glow

They landed by the rear garden. The house glowed with warm lights from within.

Lilith slid off Marshmallow with grace, clutching her shopping bags. Before Ren could turn to leave—

She caught his sleeve.

"Ren."

He paused.

She stepped closer. Her voice dropped.

"Come to my room tonight."

it took some time for him to understand. His eyes widened slightly. "Wait… are you serious?"

She leaned up and whispered near his ear. "I'll be waiting."

Then, with one final glance over her shoulder, she turned and walked back toward the house—her arms full of shopping bags, her steps light.

Ren stood there a moment longer, stunned.

"…I need a drink."

 

 

Continued...

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

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Chapter 13: 
Evening

The fading sun painted Windvale in warm oranges and quiet shadows as Ren stood alone near the back of the estate, watching the glow of the sky slowly dim.

In his hand: a half-empty flask of darkroot whiskey.

He took a long pull from it, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and sighed.

"Come to my room tonight."

Her voice echoed in his head like a lingering spell.

"What the hell did she just drop on me?"

He tilted his head back and groaned into the dusk.

Lilith Elric—his adopted little sister. Spoiled, stubborn, chaotic… beautiful. And now, suddenly, undeniably a woman.

A woman who looked him in the eye, whispered against his ear, and walked away like she didn't just drop an emotional bomb the size of a dungeon boss.

"She's serious," he muttered, voice low.

He took another swig.

And she wasn't the same Lilith anymore. There was something different about her now. Some strange mix of playfulness and purpose. She was still loud, dramatic, and too much for his nerves—but something in her eyes… it wasn't childish anymore.

He remembered the way she fought in the dungeon.

Wild. Raw. Untrained. But… alive.

That fire wasn't just for show.

Ren leaned against the old tree stump near the training yard, staring at the stars peeking out above.

"I'm not ready for this," he whispered. "I'm a damn C-rank adventurer with calloused hands and fire magic that burns my boots if I'm not careful."

She's noble. She's rare. She could have anyone.

But she asked him.

Not as a duty. Not as a contract. Not even as a tease.

As a choice.

He looked down at the flask, swirled the last drops inside it, and smiled bitterly.

"She's going to drive me crazy."

He pocketed the flask, rubbed his face once, and turned toward the estate's back steps.

The night wasn't going to wait.

And neither was she.

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Lilith's Room – After Dinner

The room was dimly lit, curtains drawn. Only a gentle amber glow from a mana-crystal lantern danced across the silken canopy of her bed.

Lilith sat on the edge, one leg crossed over the other, her hair brushed and cascading over her bare shoulders. She wore a pale crimson nightgown—simple but dangerously sheer—like a whisper too loud.

Her heart thudded beneath her ribs, not entirely from nerves… but from the thrilling certainty of her decision.

Tonight, the countdown ticks for no one. Tonight, I take what I want.

A soft knock came at the door.

"Come in," she called—low, smooth.

The door opened slowly.

Ren stood in the threshold, shirt half-unbuttoned from earlier, tension stiff across his frame. His gaze met hers—steady, unreadable.

"You meant what you said earlier?" he asked, voice lower than usual.

Lilith smiled, slow and inviting. "I did."

Her body leaned slightly forward, nightgown slipping along her collarbones like it had its own opinion. One hand patted the empty space beside her on the bed.

"Still wondering if I was joking?"

Ren hesitated. "I… I don't know what's happening after this. If it's going to change anything."

Lilith tilted her head. "Do you want it to change something?"

He exhaled hard. His usual cocky smirk didn't come. Instead—resignation, and something raw.

"Fine then," he said.

And he stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a click.

"I'm not the gentle type," he warned, though there was no threat in it. Just truth.

"I'm not fragile," she replied. "Not tonight."

He stared at her for one breath, two… then reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

The sound of fabric falling to the floor was the first crack of thunder in a storm that neither of them intended to run from.

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Ren couldn't take in everything in front of him; at that moment, it felt like his body was enveloped with lust; she was far beyond sexy; she was just perfect.

He had no idea he was still at the door staring at her perfectly toned skin, perfect breasts, and legs that were enough to get anyone.

He wasn't one to be so drawn toward something, but Lilith was pulling him in; the next moment, he began walking toward her.

Lilith stood up from the bed, standing just beside it with a smile on her face; her face was bright red as she could already see Ren's little brother from the bulge in his pants.

As Ren approached, Lilith's heart raced; this was going to be her second time, and even though she wanted it so bad, she was still nervous now that it was just minutes away.

Since Ren didn't move, she reached out, gently placing her hand on his chest.

The warmth of her touch sent shivers through his body, causing him to get even harder; now, his dick was pushing against the fabric of his underwear.

Ren's hands trembled slightly as he moved them towards Lilith, sure he wanted to have sex, but since this was his first, he wanted to enjoy it, to make it memorable for him and for her.

He began tracing the curve of her waist, marveling at the softness of her skin which caused Lilith to twitch.

Lilith's fingers moved along Ren's shoulders; his top half was naked, so she moved her hands along his body. She touched his strong muscles.

Ren's breath caught as Lilith's fingertips glided across his skin, leaving trails of tingling sensations as they stared at themselves.

Their bodies drew closer, the heat between them intensifying.

Ren's hands explored the small of Lilith's back, feeling every dip and curve. She arched into his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

Lilith's hands also moved to Ren's hair, running through the soft strands as she gazed into his eyes, and both of their lips crashed against each other.

Their lips collided in a passionate kiss, hesitant at first but quickly growing more urgent.

Ren's tongue gently probed Lilith's mouth as she parted her lips, inviting him deeper.

They were inexperienced, both Ren and Lilith were bad at kissing but both of them couldn't care less as they exchanged saliva.

Ren's hands move lower, cupping Lilith's firm ass and pulling her hips against his.

"Nggnn..."

She moaned softly into his mouth, feeling his hardness press against her bare skin.

Her fingers tightened in his hair as waves of pleasure coursed through her body; she hadn't felt the way she felt now in her entire life; she wanted nothing more than sex.

If someone were to disturb them, Lilith wouldn't think twice about killing the person as she was too horny to think about anything else.

Slowly, Ren guided Lilith back towards the bed till her legs hit the edge, she sank down onto the soft mattress with Ren directly in her view.

She looked up at Roman with a mix of nervousness and anticipation because she knew what was next.

They were skipping something, a blowjob which she had practiced a lot in anticipation of this.

He paused, drinking at the sight of her naked form sprawled before him; he could look at her for days and still be in awe.

He knew she was beautiful, but seeing her naked was just different; she had this charm that Ren couldn't put his head around.

"You're so beautiful," Ren muttered with a smile on his face.

Ren wasn't planning on skipping and going straight to sex; he needed to enjoy this and make her enjoy this; he was going to give her an orgasm before entering her body.

Slowly, Ren dropped down to his knees in front of her, and finally, it was in sight.

He spread her legs, revealing her glistening folds. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, intoxicating him.

Her wet hole, devoid of a single strand of hair, was like a valley waiting to be explored. He had no idea how this was possible, but he didn't care.

Lilith was surprised as she had no idea what was happening when Ren kissed her thighs, causing her to flinch.

He began placing kisses along her inner thighs, working his way upwards.

Lilith trembled with anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps and soon turning into moans.

As Ren's lips finally reached her pussy, Lilith let out a soft moan as his lips touched her wet glistening hole.

His tongue flicked out, gently touching it at first, and then he tasted her sweetness.

Lilith's hips bucked involuntarily as waves of pleasure washed over her; she couldn't believe it was possible to feel this way.

"Oh... Nggnn..." she moan softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Ren, on the other hand, savored every reaction, every gasp and shudder; he licked and sucked on her pussy greedily.

Soon, he began experimenting with different motions, pressures, and speeds, cataloging what made Lilith writhe with pleasure.

Her moans grew louder as Ren continued; her legs were wrapped around his head, and her hands were running through his hair, but Ren didn't stop.

Soon his hand moved forward towards her chest area and landed on her boobs; immediately, he grabbed both of them and began kneading them.

He was still going to take his time to explore every nook of her body.

Lilith was enjoying every bit of it as she raced towards her peak. She hadn't even started, and she was already close to the end.

"Ahann... Nggnn... I'm..."

Lilith let out a loud moan as her back arched and her legs began shaking; the next moment, she let out a scream as she reached her peak with love juice flowing out of her pussy.

 

 

Continued...

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

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Chapter 14:
Lilith reached her peak even before Ren had sex with her, he was just too good with his tongue, and she was already too horny.

Ren moved backward a little, giving her some time to rest; Lilith couldn't move her legs; a smile was on her face, but still, she wanted more.

Ren quickly took off his shorts, letting his little brother free; this was also when he took a good look at his little brother; it was bigger than usual.

Lilith was surprised. It was bigger than when she was on earth, but bigger is always better, so she had no issues and now to get her main goal.

Ren moved closer to Lilith who had recovered enough strength to move, and was extremely wet as her eyes landed on Ren's dick.

Lilith spread her legs apart as Ren positioned his dick in front of her wet pussy, she quickly closed her eyes and bit her lips as the tip of Ren's dick touched her pussy.

'She's still tense; after all that, she should have loosened up,' Ren thought as he leaned forward and kissed her breasts before sucking in her nipples.

"Nggnn..."

Lilith, who had her eyes closed, opened them, letting out a tiny moan as Ren sucked on her nipples then he moved backward, and with a quick motion, he thrust the full length of his dick inside her pussy.

Lilith quickly used both of her hands to cover her mouth as Ren thrust his dick in.

Ren was stopped by a resistance inside her pussy, her pussy was too tight that he couldn't through it with a single thrust.

He had to move backward a little and thrust in with even more force and tore through the resistance causing Lilith to scream even louder.

Her mouth was covered by her hands but Ren could see her muffling her screams and a drop of tear roll down her cheek.

Ren had to stop for some seconds as he wanted her to get used to his length.

Her meat walls were pushing against his dick and it took Ren everything to avoid moving.

After some seconds Ren began moving slowly, he was doing this for Lilith's sake and it was driving him crazy, all he wanted to do was fuck her wet pussy but he started slowly

Lilith made muffled screams each time Ren pushed his dick in, and he was losing his mind; Lilith's pussy was super tight and, at the same time, also wet and slippery.

Each time he thrust his dick in, it felt like her pussy was sucking his dick in, and a few seconds later he began increasing the motion of his thrust.

Ren was thrusting a little faster now, and Lilith was still making muffled sounds. He wasn't sure if it was screaming or moaning, but now he didn't care; he had given her enough time to adjust as he increased the speed of his thrust again.

Ren held her waist with both of his hands moving her body back and forth to match the timing of his thrust as he rammed her pussy with all his strength.

Lilith's hands slipped out of her mouth, and a loud moan escaped her lips; instead of muffling her moans, she held the sheets tight, moaning loudly as Ren plowed her pussy roughly.

Ren couldn't stop as his mind went blank, this was exactly what he wanted, and he was hitting all the right places as Lilith continued to moan uncontrollably, but neither of them cared; they were too far gone to notice they were too loud.

"Ahh~Ahann...nggnn... please... please... ahhaann... don't stop..." Lilith muttered broken words in between moans.

This was by far the best day of her entire life, the pleasure she felt now was nothing like she had ever felt.

Of course, she knew sex was amazing, but she didn't know it was this amazing; she was more happy than ever that she had a brother.

Ren also let out little grunts each time he plunged his dick into her wet hole, her wet walls were perfect as his dick went in and out each time.

Ren was already on cloud nine, and he was sure Lilith was there too as her eyes were rolled back, and her tongue was out as she moaned loudly.

"H-hold...me...my hands...hold... Ahhaann..." Lilith moaned as she stretched both of her hands towards Ren.

Ren took both of her legs and placed them on his shoulder, then he took her hands.

Ren held her hands as he rammed his dick into her pussy with everything he had, Ren didn't let up for a second as he continued thrusting and ramming his dick into her pussy.

They had spent minutes in this position and Ren pulled his dick out and quickly turned her body around.

Now both of her legs were touching the ground, and Ren raised one of them and placed it on the bed giving him more access to her pussy without wasting any second, he thrust in the second time.

And just like the first time, the second time was heavenly; her pussy was so wet Ren's dick just slipped inside, and he before he started moving his waist, he smacked Lilith's ass with his hands, and she moaned loudly.

"Ahann..."

Even Ren was shocked by her reaction, but he immediately landed another slap on her ass cheek making her moan even louder and causing two hand prints to appear on her ass before he started thrusting.

Ren moved his waist back and front pushing the entirety of his dick inside her pussy with each thrust.

'Oh my...this is even better than before, his dick is reaching my brain, Ohhh...' Lilith placed the side of her face on the bed as her entire body moved each time Ren rammed his dick in.

Before long, Lilith's legs began to vibrate, and she knew she was close. Unlike the first time, her entire body felt like it was going to explode; Ren held her waist and increased the speed of his thrust, causing Lilith to moan louder.

Ren could also feel pressure building in his dick and knew he was close but he didn't stop.

Ren didn't stop till her orgasm came, and it came like a storm; her entire body vibrated, and she held the bed tightly as love juices began flowing out of her pussy, but Ren was still fucking her.

He still wasn't done and continued till he let out a grunt and began shooting his load into her pussy.

Finally, Ren backed away, and Lilith collapsed on the bed, both of them extremely tired, and his dick had gone limp as he breathed heavily.

"This is the best ...day of my life," Lilith said as Ren lay on her bed beside her.

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As their breathing slowed and the room filled only with the sound of skin cooling against silk sheets, Lilith lay back, chest rising and falling. Her fingers were laced gently in Ren’s, resting against his bare chest.

Then—

Ding!

A blue shimmer blinked into her vision.

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📢 [System Notification]

✅ Intimate Session Completed.

➤ Physical Partner: [Ren Elric]

➤ Sensual Resonance: Medium-High

➤ Performance Rating: ★★★★☆

📈 Stat Drain Activated

➤ [Strength] +5

➤ [Stamina] +4

➤ [Agility] +3

➤ [Charm] +2

➤ [Libido] Stabilized

➤ [XP Gained: 50]

➤ Current XP: 110 / 200

[You have leveled up from Lv.1 to Lv.2]

➤ [SP Gained: 10]

✨ Skill Sync Activated

📥 New Skill Acquired:

[Battle Instinct Lv.1] (Passive)

➤ Heightened perception during close-range combat. Slight evasion boost when facing multiple enemies.

🧠 "A fighter’s sixth sense—you might not dodge, but you’ll know you’re about to get hit."

[STATUS WINDOW]
[Name: Lilith Elric ]

[Age: 18]

[Class: Immortal Slut]

[Titles: Bunny Slayer]

[Level: 2]

[XP: 110 / 200]

[SP: 10]

[Immortality Countdown: 6d 23h 59m]

[Strength: 25] [Speed: 23]

[Agility: 15] [Stamina: 39]

[Charm: 87] [Libido: Stabilized]

[Mana: 10]

[System Skills]
• Skill Sync (Passive)

• Stat Drain (Passive)

• Arousal Field Lv.2

• Sensual Resonance Lv.1

• Persistence of the Weak Lv.2

[Synced Skills]
• Charisma Lv.1

• Battle Instinct Lv.1

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Lilith was very surprised to gain this mych progress.

Holi shit! I can even gain XP and level up just by having sex? Heck yeah. This is what you call a cheat skill.

I've got some SP to spend but I'm too tired. Goodnight system. See you tomorrow

 

 

 

Continued...

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

❝Ugh, do I have to say it? Fine. Press the ❤️ or whatever… not that it matters to me or anything!❞






Chapter 15: 
The sunlight peeked through the curtains with soft warmth, gilding the wooden floor in golden tones. Lilith stirred slowly beneath the bedsheets, stretching like a lazy cat. Her limbs ached deliciously, a sweet reminder of last night's 'training session.'

 

She sat up, letting the covers slide down, and yawned.

 

 

"Okay… body's intact, brain's intact, and dignity is… probably dead. But worth it."

 

 

She stood, shuffled toward her wardrobe, and pulled out her newest outfit: a fluffy, fur-lined coat dyed crimson with ember-stitched cuffs, matching thick pants, and a ridiculous pom-pom hat with protective runes sewn into the inside.

 

 

"Combat-ready and cozy. Eat your heart out, fantasy fashion."

 

 

After a quick bath and change, she headed downstairs, fluffy boots muffling her steps. She entered the dining room with a confident smile and a bounce in her step.

 

Five heads turned. Five sets of eyes widened.

 

Luca dropped his spoon.

 

"Big sis…" he said, awed. "You look like a battle bear!"

 

Ren nearly choked on his toast. "Is this… dungeon armor or a snow festival cosplay?"

 

Julian raised one brow, unimpressed. "You're going to pass out from heat exhaustion before the monsters get you."

 

Thorne, chewing slowly, didn't even blink. "You kids and your fur coats. Back in my day, we wrestled fire bears shirtless and healed with salt."

 

Even Father Elric—no, Gareth—took a long sip of his tea and murmured, "At least it's better than leather lingerie. Proceed."

 

Lilith sat down primly. "Mock me all you want. This outfit is heat-resistant, mana-insulated, and adorable. I am 100% fluff-coded and proud."

 

Ren leaned on his elbow. "You're glowing again, you know."

 

Julian coughed into his cup. "That's the afterglow of improper cardio last night."

 

Lilith's face flushed. "I hate all of you."

 

Luca tilted his head. "Wait… does this mean you and Ren—"

 

"Eat your food!" Lilith shouted.

 

 

Later – Outside the Elric Estate

 

Ren stood waiting near the gate, sword strapped to his back, brows raised as Lilith approached in full fluffy glory.

 

"You're really committing to the snow bunny aesthetic, huh?"

 

She twirled. "Warm. Durable. And cute. Triple threat."

 

"Try not to get set on fire."

 

"That's what you're for, backup flamethrower."

 

They boarded a carriage again, this time greeted by the familiar driver who didn't even blink at Lilith's new look. Apparently, Windvale was quick to adapt.

 

"Glowrock Hollow again?" she asked.

 

"Yep," Ren said. "Zone two this time."

 

The carriage rattled to life, wheels crunching gravel as they rode toward the molten heart of the dungeon.

 

Lilith leaned back, fingers drumming excitedly on her knees.

 

 

Time to test out Battle Instinct, new stats, and Fluffy Coat of Protection. Let's kick some flaming bat ass.

 

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The teasing from breakfast still echoed in Lilith's ears as she sat in the carriage with her arms crossed and her chin buried in a thick fur collar.

 

Julian had said, "Didn't know dungeon training required bed exercises first."

 

Grandpa Thorne added, "Kid's got more stamina in bed than in combat. That's some strategic stat distribution."

 

Even Father Elric—I mean Gareth Elric—had said with that stoic face of his, "If the coat gets ruined today, try not to blame Ren again."

 

She sank deeper into the wool-lined seat.

 

 

Next time I level up, I'm putting points in mental defense.

 

 

The wheels of the carriage creaked as it rolled along the dirt road, kicking up puffs of dust and the occasional startled squirrel. The view was scenic—fields of morningflowers, distant groves—but Lilith didn't appreciate any of it.

 

Because she was bored out of her mind.

 

"I hate this ride," she groaned for the fifth time. "Who designs dungeons two hours away from civilization? What happened to tutorial zones behind your house?"

 

Ren, sitting across from her and chewing on a mana bar, didn't look up. "Dungeons don't spawn based on convenience."

 

"They should," she muttered.

 

Lilith shifted, adjusting her gear. She now wore her freshly bought fluffy dungeon gear—a high-collared fur-lined coat, snug wool-padded pants, reinforced boots, and a hood with bunny ears she swore wasn't intentional.

 

It wasn't very sexy, but it was cozy and surprisingly durable.

 

 

Practicality over cleavage. That's character growth, right?

 

 

Ren finally glanced at her outfit, then smirked. "You look like a fashionable snowball."

 

"I look like comfort," she corrected. "And I'm not getting stabbed by bunnies again."

 

"That coat won't save you from bats," he said, flicking a thumb toward the looming dark hills in the distance. "Zone two's different. Trickier terrain. Air's warmer. And flying enemies."

 

"Flying?"

 

"Cinder Bats."

 

Lilith groaned louder. "Of course. Nothing says low-level training like airborne fire hazards."

 

"Just stay close, watch your footing, and don't scream if one licks your hair."

 

"That happened to someone?"

 

"To me. Last year. My bangs were crispy for a week."

 

She paused, then snickered. "Ren. The Fire-Fried."

 

"Say that again and I'm leaving you in the muck tunnels tomorrow."

 

 

Glowrock Hollow – Re-entry

 

By the time they arrived at the entrance, the sunlight had grown harsher and the moss-framed mouth of the dungeon looked darker by contrast.

 

Ren helped Lilith off the carriage as she stretched her legs and popped her back.

 

"I swear, sitting for two hours should count as a dungeon hazard."

 

"You'll miss that bench when we're dodging bats."

 

They entered without fanfare, descending through familiar passages from Zone 1—now eerily quiet, save for faint rustles in the distant grass.

 

The slain rabbits had been cleared by guild sweepers. A few moss patches bore burn marks from Ren's magic the day before.

 

Lilith's grip tightened on her spear as they approached the narrow tunnel that led to the next zone.

 

"Alright," Ren said. "You've killed bunnies, skinned them, got stabbed, got stronger. Ready for your first flying menace?"

 

She smirked. "I got a level, new stats, fluffy armor, and pent-up aggression. Bring it."

 

 

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Zone 2: Molten Nook

 

The cave deepened, the air growing drier, shimmering with waves of rising heat.

 

Lilith followed Ren along a narrow path overlooking a wider ledge. Jagged rock formations created blind spots. Her fluffy gear clung to her skin with sweat, and her boots scuffed on coarse volcanic gravel.

 

 

This zone is a damn oven... Who designed this? Satan?

 

 

She wiped her forehead, then froze—ears twitching.

 

Screee—!

 

A Cinder Bat dove from above, screeching as it spiraled toward her. She readied her spear and jabbed, but missed. The bat twisted mid-air and spat a burst of ember sparks toward her.

 

Lilith rolled aside—just in time to see the sparks ignite a patch of mossy stone, which hissed and burned away.

 

"Did they just… set the floor on fire?"

 

Ren shouted from behind a boulder. "Their spit triggers small combustion reactions! Don't stand still!"

 

She didn't. Two more came from behind. One brushed her back with its claws—she gasped, whirling, trying to track them.

 

They were faster than rabbits—but lighter, fragile. One mistimed its dive and grazed her spear shaft—she caught it on the rebound and stabbed it down.

 

 

[+10 XP – Cinder Bat Slain]

"Lilith!" Ren called out, blocking two bats with wide flaming arcs. "You need to learn their pattern—they always fake a dive before they spit!"

 

"Thanks! Would've been helpful before I got scratched!"

 

"You're the one who wanted to fight flying fire demons!"

 

 

Okay. Focus. Pattern recognition. This is like a Dark Souls boss... but in flapping gremlin form.

 

 

Lilith crouched behind a rock. Her eyes scanned the bats weaving above.

 

One swooped high—then dipped low—then faked a charge. It spat embers right as it pulled up.

 

She lunged, preemptively stabbing just after the fake charge—

 

Her spear struck true.

 

Squelch. The bat shrieked and tumbled into the rocks.

 

 

Got you! They delay-spit! Dodge left, count three, jab mid-rise!

 

 

She stood, more confident now.

 

"Ren! I got the timing!"

 

"Then stop talking and start skewering!"

 

Another bat flew low. Lilith faked a dodge, spun her spear one-handed, and clipped its wing. It crashed—dazed—and she crushed it with a clean thrust.

 

But then—one came from behind.

 

She heard it a second too late. Claws raked her back—nothing fatal, but painful. She screamed, turning and swiping wildly, but missed.

 

"Damn it!" She stumbled back.

 

"Breathe!" Ren barked. "You're panicking."

 

Lilith grit her teeth. She grabbed a small healing potion, popped the cork, and drank—then growled under her breath.

 

 

I didn't come this far to get clowned by fire bats.

 

 

More bats circled. Four remained.

 

 

Speed: 23. Perception: Improved. I've got the rhythm now. Don't brute force—outsmart them.

 

 

She scanned again. That one with the longer tail vein—it always dived from the left.

 

As it shrieked and came in again, Lilith twisted, letting it pass her by, then spun in place and caught it on the backswing—straight through the belly.

 

 

[+10 XP – Cinder Bat slain]

Three left.

 

Ren slashed one cleanly out of the sky—but two came for Lilith.

 

She faced them down.

 

 

They'll try to feint—left-right. I'll bait the left one—then nail the right one when it breaks formation.

 

 

It played out almost exactly.

 

The left bat pulled away at the last second.

 

The right dove, shrieking.

 

Lilith lunged at a steep angle, her body twisting like she'd trained a hundred times.

 

The spear tore through its neck—clean kill.

 

 

[+10 XP]

[XP: 200 / 200]

🎉 Level Up! You are now Level 3.

+10 SP Gained

 

 

The final bat—spooked—veered off.

 

Before Lilith could chase it, Ren sent a small flame arc its way.

 

Crack. The bat ignited mid-air and vanished in smoke.

 

They stood in silence, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the soft bubbling of lava from a nearby crack.

 

Lilith leaned on her spear, grinning.

 

"That," she panted, "was the worst thing ever. But also... so satisfying."

 

Ren smiled, clearly impressed. "You adapted fast. Didn't think you'd catch the spit feint that quickly."

 

She brushed sweaty hair from her face. "I'm learning. Just... don't expect me to look this heroic when the next wave comes."

 

Ren reached into his pouch and tossed her a cold mana-infused cloth. "Wipe off. We'll rest here. Roostmother's chamber isn't far."

 

 

 

Continued...

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

❝Don’t think I’m begging for likes or anything, b-baka! Just... do it. Click the ❤️ already.❞







Chapter 16: 
The path narrowed as the cavern floor sloped upward, cracks glowing beneath them like lava-filled veins. Faint heat shimmered in the air. The ceiling hung low and arched like the ribs of a sleeping beast. A dim red glow pulsed from deeper in the chamber.

Ren adjusted his grip on his sword. "This is where the Roostmother nests. Last known count—five-meter wingspan, rapid aerial maneuvers, flame-based magic, and something nastier if we're unlucky."

Lilith inhaled deeply. Her body still buzzed from yesterday's dungeon run, her legs springy from increased agility, her blood hot.

"I can handle it."

"You sure?" Ren asked. "I'll take the lead if needed."

She shook her head. "No. I need to grow. That means facing stronger enemies myself."

He raised an eyebrow but gave a short nod. "Then prep now. Once you enter, there's no time to think."

Lilith opened her system menu and focused.

📈 [SP Allocation]

➤ Mana: 10 → 20

➤ Agility: 15 → 25

SP Remaining: 0

Her limbs lightened again, and her fingers tingled from the internal mana rush. She turned to Ren. "Got anything that counters fire?"

He paused, rummaged through his satchel, and pulled out a dark blue crystal core. "Got this from a D-rank dungeon boss. Never used it since I'm a fire-type. Might work for you."

She held the cold, pulsing core in her palm.

System—Absorb.

✨ [Skill-Magic Core Detected]

You have learned: Ice Bullets Lv.1

➤ Launch condensed ice projectiles with freezing effect. Scales with Mana stat.

⚠ Mana Cost: Moderate

Lilith exhaled sharply. "Perfect."

Roostmother's Chamber

As they stepped through the jagged arch, the space opened up—wider than the last chamber and glowing from streams of molten cracks in the walls. Thin, red mist clung to the ceiling.

Then—a shriek.

A high-pitched sonic wave tore through the air like a blade of sound.

"Cover your ears!" Ren yelled.

Too late.

Lilith dropped to one knee, clutching her head, ears ringing violently. Her balance wavered, vision blurred.

The Roostmother unfurled her wings from the stalactites above—massive, leathery, streaked with ember veins. Her fur shimmered in orange-gold tones, her body built like a predator bat. One eye glinted with cruel intelligence.

"Sound magic?" Lilith groaned. "What is this—sonic Pokémon?"

Ren was already upright, sword glowing red-hot. "Focus, Lilith! Stay low, stay sharp!"

The Roostmother dove like a bullet, releasing a burst of flame in her path.

Lilith rolled sideways, barely avoiding the burst of fire that exploded where she'd stood.

She spun, breath short. The bat circled high, then dropped another spark-burst.

But this time, Lilith dodged cleanly—her new agility making her lighter, faster, more reactive.

Still, she couldn't find a good opening.

Too fast. Too high. She keeps flying just out of range…

Lilith gritted her teeth, sweat forming under her fluffy heat-resistant coat.

Her stamina was draining, and she'd barely touched the monster.

📘 [Battle Instinct Lv.1 Activated]

➤ Predictive evasion boost engaged.

➤ Weak points detected based on movement rhythm.

Her vision seemed to sharpen.

After she spits fire—she flies in a straight path for a split-second.

"Ren!" she called. "When she attacks, she gets reckless right after!"

"Then shoot when she's dumb!" he shouted back, ducking under a swooping wing.

Lilith waited. Focused.

The Roostmother opened her maw again—

A fireball launched—

Lilith rolled forward, spun on one foot, aimed—

"ICE BULLET!"

A sharp blast of cold cracked through the air—direct hit to the wing!

The Roostmother shrieked and wobbled midair, veering left and scraping against a rocky wall.

But it wasn't enough.

Crap. I'll need at least two more.

Suddenly, flames erupted around the room—a ring of fire. The Roostmother cast a Firewall, trapping them inside.

Lilith was caught in the edge of it—heat surged against her, but her fluffy coat absorbed most of the burn. Her skin stung, but she endured.

Thank you, fluffy pants. Thank you, impulse shopping.

With teeth clenched, Lilith ran along the edge of the ring, dodging another sonic screech. Her heart pounded.

Her mana was almost gone. One shot left.

"ICE BULLET!"

She fired again, this time aiming just as the Roostmother prepared to turn.

Direct hit to the abdomen!

The bat faltered—wings stuttering. It dropped.

Lilith didn't waste time.

She sprinted forward, spear out, every muscle screaming—

She leapt and plunged the tip of her spear into the Roostmother's chest.

The beast convulsed once. Then went still.

Ash drifted down like falling snow.

Silence returned to the chamber.

Ren walked over slowly, his sword still glowing.

"You okay?"

Lilith fell back against a rock, panting, her clothes slightly scorched, her skin red but unbroken.

"I… just killed a fire-spewing boss bat."

Ren gave her a rare grin. "Without help. You were amazing."

She smirked, breathless. "I'd better be. I used up all my damn mana for that."

Now that's how you win in an isekai.

📢 [System Notification]

🦇 Roostmother Defeated

➤ XP Gained: +70

➤ Current XP: 280 / 300

💬 "Not everything drops loot. Sometimes, you just get scars and a story."

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Glowrock Hollow: Zone 2– Post-Battle

Lilith sat on a warm rock as Ren carefully pulled out the Roostmother’s core—a glowing red gem-like organ that pulsed faintly in his palm.

“Lucky it didn’t shatter,” he muttered, handing it to her. “Fire cores go for a nice price.”

She stared at it. “It’s… hot.”

He smirked. “Yeah. That’s kind of the point.”

After a few deep breaths, they began harvesting what they could from the fallen boss. Ren guided her through the process with a steady hand and a faint grin whenever she flinched.

“Wings. Fangs. Core. Not bad. Oh—and we picked off plenty of cinder dust and smaller bat wings earlier too.”

Lilith placed everything into the sealed storage pouch he gave her, still catching her breath.

“That… was a lot,” she said, stretching her arms. “I feel like I did ten laps of sparring while being screamed at by a demon bird.”

Ren wiped the blood from his gloves and stood. “Zone 3’s up next, but we’re not going there today.”

She blinked. “Why not?”

“Because Zone 3 is like a bonus stage,” he said, adjusting his sword belt. “Low threat, weird sludge enemies, lots of annoying hazards. Fun, in a twisted way. But not when you’ve already fought a mid-boss.”

Lilith sighed with visible relief. “Thank the goddess. I was not ready to get slapped by puddles after all that.”

Ren chuckled. “Tomorrow then.”

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Two Hours Later – Windvale Guildhall

The trip back was just as long, just as bumpy, and just as boring. Lilith groaned every time the wheels hit a stone.

“I’m starting to think this ride is the real boss,” she muttered.

But the moment they stepped inside the guild, all thoughts of exhaustion vanished.

Her favorite receptionist, the cute silver-haired boy from last time, perked up at the sight of her.

“Lady Lilith! You’re back already?” he chirped. “I was betting three silver that you'd clear another rabbit nest.”

Lilith smiled tiredly. “Upgrade the bet. I brought a winged lizard from hell.”

He blinked. “...You what?”

Ren casually dropped the sack on the counter. “Small bat wings: 12 pairs. Cinder dust, sorted and weighed. One Roostmother—fangs, wings, and a core. All hers.”

The guild staff nearby leaned in. Even the background clatter in the hall seemed to dim.

“Wait,” the receptionist asked. “You mean she assisted you?”

Ren smirked. “No. I mean she hunted them. All of them. Alone.”

Murmurs rippled through the guild.

“No way.”

“She cleared Zone 2?”

“Isn’t she brand new?”

One man muttered bitterly, “Tch. Must be the blessing. No way a rookie does that solo.”

Another chimed in quietly, “She’s divine-marked, they say. Must be why.”

Lilith heard it all—but she didn’t say anything. Not a word. She simply stood tall, dusted, mildly scorched, and quietly glowing.

Let them whisper. Let them guess. I earned this.

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Turn-In Summary

12x Bat Wings → 240 Narr

Cinder Dust (Standard Weight) → 150 Narr

Roostmother Fangs → 80 Narr

Roostmother Wings → 60 Narr

Roostmother Core → 200 Narr

Total: 730 Narr

Lilith felt the coin pouch press into her palm—heavy, solid, real.

Her first hunt had felt like luck.

This? This was hers.

She managed not to dance. Barely.

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Elric Estate – That Evening

As the carriage pulled into the manor grounds, soft lanterns were already glowing in the trees.

The door burst open before they could even knock.

Luca came running out, waving. “She’s back! Julian, she’s not dead!”

Julian appeared next, arms crossed, eyebrow raised. “So, which part of you got cooked today?”

Ren just chuckled. “Not her. The monsters.”

“Again?” Ren muttered. “At this point, we should start betting how much she’ll earn.”

Lilith smirked. “More than enough for snacks.”

Father Elric—Gareth, dammit—stepped out with Grandfather Thorne right behind him.

“She’s doing well,” the old man grunted. “Or the monsters are slacking.”

“She’s just insane,” Julian added. “A cute, pink-haired lunatic.”

Lilith rolled her eyes and walked into the house.

Today, I survived fire, flight, and a boss bat the size of a wolf.
Tomorrow, I’ll face the slimes.
And after that… maybe the world.

Continued...

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

❝Y-You can read... I guess that’s fine. But if you don’t press the ❤️, I’ll... I’ll be mildly annoyed, okay?!❞


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Chapter 17:
The bath steam had barely cleared when Lilith was already humming around her room in a towel.

"Zone Three, here I come," she grinned, spinning once in the mirror. "I'm gonna skewer slimes and squash beetles and maybe even level up again if I get lucky."

She was glowing—figuratively and a little literally. The thrill of the last battle still tingled in her limbs. Her new [Ice Bullet] skill felt like a secret weapon, and her SP was freshly spent, powering her with extra agility and enough mana to feel dangerous.

She was still daydreaming about splashy mud fights and crunchy beetle shells when a knock echoed at her door.

"Lilith," came a familiar deep voice. "We need to talk."

She opened it to find Father Elric—no, Gareth, stone-faced as always. His arms were crossed and his presence was enough to straighten any of her misaligned posture in seconds.

"Oh. Uh. Good evening, father. Can I help you?"

"Yes." His tone left no room for fluff. "I need you home tomorrow. No dungeon crawling."

Her brows shot up. "Wait—what? But Zone Three! I cleared Zone Two today! I'm on a roll!"

"I'm aware." He raised an eyebrow. "But this isn't negotiable."

Lilith pouted, leaning against the doorframe. "Why?"

Gareth exhaled slowly. "Because officials from the Tribute & Reproduction Bureau will be visiting the estate tomorrow afternoon."

The words hit like a freezing spell.

Lilith straightened. "Already? But I just turned 18."

He nodded. "That's why they're coming. You're officially on the registry now, and Windvale needs to verify your profile in person. It's standard protocol for all first-time candidates."

She frowned. "Do I have to do anything?"

"You'll meet them. They'll review your physical health, mana readings, and ask basic preferences. You'll be allowed to filter what kind of requests you accept. You can reject anyone you don't like."

"…And if I don't like anyone?"

Gareth's mouth twitched into something between a smirk and a sigh. "Then you'll be rejecting a lot. But don't expect the Bureau to wait forever."

Lilith sighed, brushing a hand through her pink hair. "So if I do go to the dungeon tomorrow…"

"You'll be back before lunch," he said firmly. "Or you won't go at all."

She raised her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Dungeon, morning only. I'll be home in time to smile politely for the baby-makers."

He stared a moment longer, then nodded and walked off.

As the door shut behind him, Lilith leaned against it with a sigh.

Tribute Bureau, huh? Paperwork, nobles, horny requests, and official evaluations. Nothing kills slime-squashing vibes faster.

She looked over at her fluffy battle gear folded neatly on the bench.

"Well," she muttered. "Guess we're speedrunning Zone 3 tomorrow."

________________

The morning sun peeked lazily over the hills when Lilith burst from her room, fully geared up in her Battle Bear Combo—fluffy hat, thick fur-trimmed coat, reinforced pants with heat resistance, and her trusty spear strapped across her back.

Downstairs, Gareth glanced up from his morning tea with the same unreadable face.

"I'm leaving," Lilith declared.

"Back before lunch," he said, deadpan. "Or I send Ren back alone."

Lilith made a face. "Don't worry. I'm not missing the baby auction preview."

Ren, already stretching near the doorway, grinned. "You'll enjoy today's dungeon."

Lilith narrowed her eyes. "That smile is suspicious."

"Is it?"

She squinted harder. "You're enjoying something I won't."

"Definitely not," he said, far too innocently.

---

Glowrock Hollow – Zone 3: Muck Tunnels

The two-hour ride was uneventful—Lilith only complained fifteen times.

Once inside, they took the winding left tunnel that led down into a sticky, dimly glowing corridor.

Zone 3 was… not what Lilith expected.

It was damp. Slippery. Covered in knee-deep sludge. The walls were slick with greenish goo, and faintly bioluminescent moss glowed like old glowsticks someone had spit on.

Lilith's boots squelched with every step.

Ren explained as they walked, "Slimes are everywhere. Some drop from ceilings, some cling to walls. You kill them by splitting them or stabbing their core."

"Got it," Lilith nodded, alert.

"And those—" he pointed at a distant cluster of rocky mounds—"are Rock Beetles. Chicken-sized, armored, slow. Flip them over and stab their belly."

Lilith squinted. "They're kind of cute."

"Wait until one crawls on you."

She rolled her eyes.

Then something plopped from the ceiling.

She felt it before she saw it—cold, heavy, wet.

A squishy weight hit her shoulder and slid down her left arm. Then latched on.

"...Huh?"

She turned her head.

And screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

There was a slime. A filthy, slimy, twitching lump of goo clinging to her arm, bubbles pulsing within it. A dirty slime.

"GET IT OFF ME!!"

Lilith spun, flailed, swung her arm like a panicked squirrel. The slime held tight.

"REN!!!" she shrieked.

"You're fine," he said, not even hiding the grin.

"THIS ISN'T FINE!"

Finally, the slime detached and plopped into the sludge. Lilith collapsed onto her knees, panting hard.

"I—I almost died of gross."

"Your heartbeat is fine," Ren commented.

She stood, still shivering, and stabbed the slime to death like it owed her rent.

Ren approached casually. "Zone 3 has the highest number of rookie breakdowns. It's not deadly, but…"

He didn't finish the sentence.

Because just then—

Lilith froze.

Something was crawling.

Not on the floor. Not nearby.

On her.

Tiny skittering legs brushed her back.

"…"

And then she screamed again.

"IT'S ON ME! SOMETHING IS ON ME!!!
AAAAHHHH!"

She erupted into a full-body flailing dance, spinning like a wild animal caught in laundry, her hands swatting her back, her hair flying like pink chaos.

The beetle—now upside down in the muck nearby—had been launched like a frisbee.

But Lilith hadn't noticed. She was still dancing.

Ren finally stepped in, slicing through two more approaching slimes and grabbing her shoulder.

"Lilith!"

She blinked, shaking, almost crying.

"There's nothing on you anymore. It's gone. You're safe."

She looked at him, then started hitting him weakly with her fists. "You didn't tell me this place was alive! You didn't say they crawl! I hate this. I'm going home. I'm never coming back here. Ever. EVER!"

Ren let her vent until she slumped into the slime-muck floor again, arms crossed, huffing.

After a while, he helped her up and offered a potion-scented rag to clean her face.

"Let's call it a day," he said gently. "Zone 3's not worth the trauma for one morning."

Lilith sniffled. "Damn right it's not."

Together, they made their way back toward the exit, Lilith muttering curses under her breath and glaring at every ceiling patch they passed.

---

Today's adventure ends not with a level-up, but with a deep, personal grudge against ooze and anything with legs.

_____________

The carriage rocked gently along the cobbled trail, the afternoon sun casting warm rays through the canopy above. Lilith slumped against the side wall, arms crossed and face buried in her fluffy coat.

"Stupid dungeon," she muttered. "Stupid slimes. Stupid bugs."

Ren sat across from her, arms behind his head, looking entirely too relaxed for someone who had just witnessed a meltdown of legendary proportions.

Then—

Her adventurer badge began to glow.

A soft silver pulse radiated from the metal, lighting up the inside of the carriage with rhythmic flickers.

Lilith blinked, sitting up. "Uh… Ren?"

He glanced at the badge and gave her a sly smile. "Looks like something that'll lift your mood."

"I don't trust you when you smile like that."

"Well, since we're headed back early anyway… why don't we drop by the guild? See what this glowing badge has to say."

Lilith narrowed her eyes suspiciously but held her tongue. After the morning she'd had, she wouldn't say no to anything that didn't involve slime.

---

Windvale Adventurer's Guild

The front doors swung open with a whoosh as they stepped inside.

Their favorite silver-haired receptionist looked up and blinked. "Back already? That's… early."

Lilith, despite her clothes still streaked with slime stains and beetle goo, cleared her throat and said primly, "We didn't go to the dungeon today."

Ren snorted.

The receptionist's eyes drifted over her muck-stained pants, the sticky spots on her furry sleeves, and the clump of moss stuck to her hair. He wisely said nothing.

"I figured you might be trying Zone 3," he said instead.

Lilith struck a casual pose. "I heard Zone 3 isn't much of a challenge. So I decided to rest."

From somewhere in the guild hall, a voice called out:

"Don't worry. Everyone screams their first time in Zone 3!"

Another voice chimed in, "I almost peed my pants the first time a beetle climbed up my back!"

Lilith turned her head in a regal motion, as if she hadn't heard a single word.

"...Armas, My badge is glowing."

The silver-haired boy smiled. "Yes. That means you've earned enough experience and performance merit to apply for your D-Rank promotion."

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the hall.

A nearby adventurer muttered, "Already? She just registered, what… a week ago?"

"Ranked up in record time," another whispered. "Blessed by the gods, huh?"

"Or blessed by luck and firepower."

The receptionist cleared his throat. "Congratulations, Miss Lilith. D-Rank status comes with some added privileges. You can now accept higher-tier quests, earn better pay, and access the second floor of the guild for resource training."

The guild hall erupted in a round of claps and cheers—some genuine, some tinged with envy.

Lilith lifted her chin, holding her glowing badge with an expression that screamed Yes, I deserve this. Worship me.

Ren leaned closer. "Feeling better?"

She replied with a smug grin. "I have always felt better."

---

Return to the Elric Estate

The carriage ride back felt less miserable. Lilith leaned out the window, humming to herself. Her spirits had returned, and the trauma of Zone 3 now lived only in the recesses of her psyche labeled never again.

When they reached home, Luca rushed out to greet them with wide eyes.

"You're back! Did you beat more monsters today?!"

Lilith responded with a proud nod. "I ranked up. D-Rank, officially." Completely ignoring the experience today.

Luca gasped dramatically, then ran back inside yelling, "SIS IS RANKING UP LIKE FIRE!"

Inside, the whole family welcomed her with smiles, applause, and a warm lunch waiting on the table.

But before she could get too comfortable, Gareth—Father Elric—spoke from the corner with his usual solemn tone.

"Lilith."

She looked over. "Yes?"

"Don't forget. The TRB officials arrive at afternoon. You must be prepared."

Lilith froze.

"…Right," she said. "The... tribute thing."

Ren clapped her back. "Rest well, future icon."

.
Continued...

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

❝I stayed up all night writing this… n-not that I care what you think! But you better hit that ❤️ before I change my mind!❞






Chapter 18:
The bathwater steamed gently as Lilith sunk lower into the tub, letting the heat wash the sticky dungeon muck from her skin—and the crawling trauma from her soul.

Her limbs floated like noodles. Her cheeks, pink from steam, puffed slightly as she blew bubbles toward the surface.

"Zone Three is cursed. I was not built for crawling horrors and goo warfare."

She stared at the ceiling with the look of a soldier who survived a war.

Still, she smiled a little. A warm bath, clean hair, D-rank badge… not bad.

---

After scrubbing herself raw and dressing in one of her soft tunics, Lilith joined her family at the lunch table.

Everyone had clearly been waiting.

Luca waved both hands like he was summoning a spirit. "The brave warrior returns from the slime pits of hell!"

Ren raised his teacup. "To our very own trauma champion."

"D-rank trauma champion," Lilith corrected, smirking.

Even Gareth cracked a faint, approving nod.

They ate together—vegetable stew, soft bread, spiced roasted fowl, and even honeyed carrots that Luca claimed were 'guilt-free sweets.' For once, Lilith wasn't ravenous. The bath had drained her. The laughter had softened her.

---

After lunch, she padded upstairs and collapsed onto her bed like a ragdoll, her battle bear gear tossed neatly to the side.

The sunlight filtering through her curtains bathed the room in a gentle glow. She buried her face into her pillow and mumbled:

"Just a short nap…"

---

[Time Skip – 1 hour later]

Knock knock knock!

A tiny fist banged on her door.

"Big sis!! The TRB people are here!"

Lilith blinked awake, hair tousled, cheeks squished against her pillow.

"Luca?" she groaned.

"Come down! They're waiting in the drawing room!"

Her eyes widened.

Shit—TRB. Tribute Bureau. Officials. Paperwork. Mating requests. Future sex forms. I'm not ready—!

She rolled off the bed in a tangle of limbs and blankets, rushing toward her vanity.

---

Lilith descended the staircase slowly, her hair tied back in a soft braid, a velvet-blue tunic hugging her frame with enough elegance to satisfy both formality and vanity. Every step reminded her this wasn't a hunt or a dungeon dive.

This was politics.

This was the state asking, "So who do you want to f*ck?"

When she entered the Elric drawing room, two strangers stood up in unison.

Both were dressed in fine obsidian-tailored suits bearing the golden sigil of the TRB—a woven flame and laurel branch. One was a woman in her forties, tall and sharp-eyed. The other, a slightly younger man with a tidy mustache and folders tucked beneath his arm.

"Lady Lilith Elric," the woman greeted with a nod. "We are here on behalf of the Tribute & Reproduction Bureau, Windvale Branch. I am Registrar Celna, and this is Scribe Elmar."

 

Elmar gave a polite bow. "It's an honor to assist your formal entry into the National Tribute Registry."

Why does that sound like I'm signing up for mandatory sex taxes?

Lilith gave a half-curtsey, awkward but genuine. "Welcome to House Elric. Shall we sit?"

This is my first time seeing a woman other than me. She must be a f*ucking expert to get in the position.

They settled around the low polished table. Elmar opened a silver-trimmed notebook; Celna placed a strange crystalline device at the center—it glowed faintly and hummed with magic.

---

Celna began smoothly.

"The Tribute System, as you know, is how the realm ensures continued magical lineage and population balance. You are now eligible to accept mating requests, or tributes, from registered men."

"Each request," Elmar added, "comes with a tribute fee, submitted by the applicant. The fee varies by status."

He handed her a printed chart:

---

Standard Tribute Fees:

• Commoners – 10,000 Narr
• Merchants, Low Nobles, B-Rank Adventurers – 20,000 Narr
• High Nobles, A-Rank Adventurers – 35,000 Narr

Gareth quietly sipped his tea behind the partition. Ren and Julian leaned in from a crack in the door like kids watching a parade.

Celna continued. "Most of the fee goes to you. A minor portion is used for maintenance and security. You'll be assigned a personal chamber and a unit of Iron Vow knights."
"Which sounds cooler than it is," Elmar added. "They mostly stand around and keep the creeps away."

---

Lilith nodded slowly. "So I don't just get summoned randomly?"

Celna smirked. "No. You hold all control. We forward profiles to you. You may approve, delay, or reject them."

---

"Now," she went on, "we must conduct a brief scan for registry records."

The crystal device emitted a low chime as Elmar held out a rune-scribed wand.

Lilith stood as Elmar waved a glowing wand over her body. The crystal at the table hummed.

“Physical condition: Excellent. Mana: Average but steady. Charm… exceptionally high. Libido: Stabilized.”

Ren choked.
Julian spilled his tea.

Gareth calmly asked, “What does ‘stabilized’ entail?”

Celna didn’t flinch. “That means her physical desires are in control.”

Lilith sat down with the air of a queen.
That’s right. I’m dangerously charming and legally horny.

Lilith sat back down with a proud little tilt of her chin.

---

"Now comes the frequency setting," Celna said. "Standard is three mating sessions per week. You may opt for fewer, but less than two slows the regional contribution flow. Most rookies start at two and scale up."

Lilith nodded, suddenly serious. "Let's begin with two a week."

"Understood. Which days of the week will be most convenient?"

She thought for a second. "Sundays and Wednesdays. Gives me room for dungeon days in between."

Celna tapped the update rune. "Okay, Confirmed."

---

Elmar turned a page. "Finally, do you wish to declare preference filters for applicants? These are optional, but will affect what kinds of requests are forwarded."

Lilith smiled like a cat.

“Absolutely.”

She raised a finger.

“★ No one over 50. If I have to use oil to get him moving, I’m out.”

Julian coughed violently.

“★ Strong or skilled only. No couch goblins. No ‘trying my best’ energy.”

Ren muttered, “That rules out half the kingdom.”

“★ No fat pigs unless they’re packing a god-tier wand. I’m not carrying lard for free.”

Luca whispered, “What’s a wand?”

Julian hissed, “Shh!”

“★ Boys under 21 get a 20% discount.”

Celna blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Youth empowerment,” Lilith said brightly. “Support the shy.”

“★ Strong adventurers, elite mages, and real warriors get priority placement.”

Gareth frowned. “Are we running a battlefield?”

“★ 10% virgin discount,” Lilith finished with a wink. “We all start somewhere.”

From the next room, Luca’s voice piped up, high and curious:

“What’s a virgin?”

Elmar choked on his ink quill.

Ren snorted so hard his tea nearly came out his nose.

Lilith froze.

Gareth—Father Elric—pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Luca,” he said slowly, “go play in the garden.”

“But I’m in the middle of learn—!”

“Garden. Now.”

Luca pouted audibly, footsteps stomping away with exaggerated rebellion.
---

Silence.

Celna stared.

Elmar stopped writing.
Ren covered his face, laughing.

Celna cleared her throat. “You are… remarkably clear about your expectations.”

Lilith folded her hands. “If I’m going to be a pillar of national duty, I want premium bricks.”

Elmar scribbled “...filters: intense, vivid, socially alarming.”

Celna stood. “Your preferences will be implemented. Expect your first filtered batch within two days.”

Lilith took her hand and smiled. "Looking forward to it."

---

As the TRB officials exited, even Gareth had to mutter:

"…Youth discount?"

Lilith only grinned. "Think of it as… social welfare."

---
Continued...

[Sorry this chapter may not be very good. I'm going through college exams.]

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

❝Hmph. If you think I care whether you liked it or not... you’re right. So press the damn ❤️ already!❞





Chapter 19:
The front door shut behind the Tribute Bureau officials with a soft click—but it may as well have been the sound of a war horn ending a diplomatic siege.

Lilith slumped against the nearest wall and exhaled like she’d just escaped a political dungeon.

“Whew… I survived.”

Ren peeked from the corner, grinning. “Your virgin discount almost made Elmar choke.”

“I stand by it,” Lilith said proudly. “It’s progressive policy.”

Luca shouted from the upstairs hall, “I still don’t know what a virgin is!”

Gareth’s voice followed. “And you never will. To your room. Now.”

Lilith sighed and retreated to her room before anything else exploded.

Her fluffy slippers thump-thumped softly as she padded in and collapsed backward onto her bed, arms spread wide.

Clean. Dressed. D-Rank. Officially on the tribute list. Life was accelerating faster than she expected.

She stared at the ceiling, heartbeat finally settling.

Then—

Ding!

A familiar shimmer flared across her vision. Her body tensed. It had been days since the system had issued anything.

---------
📜 [Quest: Become a Solo Adventurer]

Objective: Prove your independence by successfully clearing an E-Rank dungeon alone in a single raid.

Conditions:

• No party members.

• No external assistance.

• Must complete within 7 days.

📦 Reward:

🎖 [Lone Heart Lv.3] – Legendary Buff Skill

➤ +30% All Stats when fighting solo

➤ +1 to all skill levels while fighting solo

➤ Enhanced danger sense, escape instinct, and terrain awareness

🧠 “For those who walk their own path, unseen and unshaken.”

Progress: 0 / 1 Dungeon Cleared
-----------

Lilith sat up slowly, her eyes wide.

“…Holy shit.”

This wasn’t just another passive skill or cheeky upgrade. This was big. Huge. Legendary tier. A buff skill that would turn her into an actual one-woman army.

Her lips curled into a grin.

“Finally… something I can do. Just me.”

She jumped out of bed, energy rebounding through her limbs.

Her mind raced—what dungeon? What gear? She needed to talk to the guild, maybe even—

Wait.

She paused.

First… she needed to convince one very annoying big brother.

And maybe milk the family wallet a little along the way.

-------------------------

 

 

Dinner at the Elric estate was as lively as ever. The table clinked with silverware, and the scent of seasoned roast and garlic-butter potatoes lingered in the air.

Luca was chattering about chasing a squirrel that may or may not have been a disguised monster. Ren and Julian were half-listening—half-fighting over the last grilled leg.

Lilith, seated gracefully as always, waited for the perfect moment.

She smiled sweetly, then casually dropped her spoon and said:

“I’m going solo.”

Silence.

Even the fireplace seemed to pause its crackling.

Gareth looked up slowly. “Solo?”

Julian blinked. “Like... you and no one else?”

Ren nearly choked on his food. “You mean in dungeons?!”

Lilith nodded, radiant. “Yup. Solo adventurer. That’s my new path.”

Luca raised a hand. “Can I go solo in the backyard?”

“No,” three voices said in unison.

Gareth put down his cup, expression unreadable. “Lilith. You just reached D-Rank.”

“Exactly! Now I can finally do things.”

“Solo adventuring isn’t a game,” Julian said. “It’s one of the most dangerous paths.”

Ren leaned back in his seat. “Most D-rankers party up because they need someone watching their back.”

“And healing,” Gareth added. “And spotting traps. And identifying monsters. And covering blind spots—”

“I get it!” Lilith interrupted, frowning. “But I won’t grow if I keep hiding behind someone else. I need to get stronger. My way.”

“Stubborn as the gods cursed you to be,” Ren muttered.

Lilith grinned. “I take that as a compliment.”

Ren sighed and finally sat upright. “Alright. Then how about this—”

He pointed a fork at her.

“Clear a solo dungeon. E-rank. In one go. No help, no hand-holding, no rescue. Then I’ll support you applying for the solo adventurer’s certification at the guild.”

Julian stared. “Ren—”

“She wants to walk alone?” Ren cut in. “Then she needs to walk the walk.”

Lilith’s eyes gleamed. “Deal.”

Ren nodded. “There’s one E-Rank dungeon nearby that’s suitable: Duskwither Hollow. It’s not too deep, but the layout’s tricky. Foggy terrain, poor visibility, and ambush-type monsters. You’ll need more than just speed to survive.”

Gareth stared at his daughter for a long time.

Then said flatly, “No.”

Everyone turned.

Lilith blinked. “No?”

“You’re not ready. You’re still new.”

“I’m strong enough to survive Zone Three, remember?” she folded her arms.

“With trauma,” Ren muttered.

“I need this,” she said firmly, staring at her father. “I won’t go blindly. I’ll prepare. Train. Equip. Plan. You know I will.”

Gareth sipped his tea slowly.

“...You’re going to try anyway, aren’t you?”

Lilith tilted her head with the innocent smile of someone absolutely guilty.

He sighed like a man who knew defeat before it even started. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Later That Night – Lilith’s Room
The moon cast a silver glow across her sheets as Lilith sprawled on her bed, arms above her head, staring at the ceiling.

“Duskwither Hollow,” she whispered to herself. “Foggy. Isolated. Perfect.”

She grinned as a soft Ding! echoed in her mind again, reminding her of the quest:

📜 [Quest Active: Become a Solo Adventurer]

She kicked her legs up into the air, mind already racing.

"I’ll need good gear. Maybe dual weapons for speed and close-quarter control. Fire magic to fight in fog. Maybe a terrain-tracking tool. Something fancy—"

Her eyes sparkled.

“Gareth’s gonna hate me…”

She rolled over and snuggled into her pillow, grin growing.

“I’ll pressure him into giving me ten thousand Narr. Tell him I’ll make it back tenfold in tribute fees. And if that doesn’t work—”

Her eyes drifted to her stat window.

I still have one more way to boost my stats...

Ren won’t know what hit him.

Chuckling to herself, she closed her eyes.

“Tomorrow’s gonna be expensive… and fun.”
-----------------------

 

Morning – Elric Estate Study

 

The morning sun hadn’t even finished yawning over the hills when Lilith stormed into the study like a tax collector with vengeance on her agenda.

Gareth Elric, patriarch of the house, didn’t bother looking up from his paperwork.

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me say it yet!”

“You didn’t need to. That look always costs me money.”

Lilith slid into the seat across from him, laced her fingers under her chin like a cartoon villain, and smiled sweetly.

“Father. Dearest. Beloved patriarch of this humble estate…”

Gareth slowly closed the folder in his hands. “Just how much?”

“I need 10,000 Narr.”

He didn’t flinch, but a vein pulsed quietly on his temple. “Why?”

“For investment purposes.”

“What investment requires ten thousand Narr and ends with you grinning like a bandit?”

Lilith leaned in, eyes gleaming. “I’m going solo. A brand-new dungeon. One clean raid, all by myself. If I clear it in a single run, I’ll get certified for solo D-rank dungeons.”

“That’s suicide.”

“It’s character development.”

Gareth arched an eyebrow. “For who? The guy who writes your obituary?”

Lilith pouted. “I’ve already cleared an E-rank dungeon. I’m a legit D-rank now. Besides… I have a feeling—call it divine intuition—that something very powerful is waiting for me be a solo adventurer.”

A pause. Gareth’s stare turned suspicious. “Stop sprouting nonsense.”

“I said intuition.”

He didn’t respond, only sighed and folded his arms.

“I’ll be making regular income from tributes soon,” Lilith added. “This is just an advance against the future. Like… magical capitalism.”

“You’re using sex tax to fund weaponry.”

“Correct. Welcome to the modern economy.”

Gareth groaned, stood up, and opened a locked drawer from his desk. He withdrew a leather pouch sealed with the Windvale guild mark, then tossed it across the desk.

“Ten thousand Narr,” he muttered. “I expect full documentation on what you waste it on.”

“You’ll get a receipts pile and a smug daughter.”

“I already have a smug daughter.”

Later – Windvale Market District

The marketplace was alive with chatter and enchantment. Lilith bounced from one shop to the next like a rich noble's child on a candy spree—except the candy was magical, deadly, and beautifully sharp.

 

First stop: Twin Edge Armory.

She ran her fingers across weapon racks like a lovesick rogue.

“Those,” she pointed.

The shopkeeper blinked. “Twin daggers with sharpness runes and vibration-etch enhancements. Meant for high-speed cuts.”

Lilith tossed a stack of coins on the counter. “Perfect.”

 

Second stop: Elementus Curios.

A glowing skill-magic stone caught her eye—a bright ember flickering within like a caged sun.

“Fire Spark,” the shopkeeper said. “Basic burst fire magic. Mid-range. Great for igniting cloth, grass, or soft targets.”

“Sold.”
“And also give me some healing potions.”

 

Third stop: ManaWorks Paper Atelier.

The enchanted scrolls here were elegant, embossed with silver rune patterns.

“Mana maps,” the scribe explained. “Trace dungeon paths automatically. Tracks your position. Blue dot for self, green dots for nearby registered humans.”

She bought three.

💰 Total Damage: 9,870 Narr.

🪙 Leftover: 1 lonely Narr coin.

Which she flicked into a fountain with a smug “Get me more, karma.”

“I should feel guilty,” she muttered. “But I feel dangerously equipped.”

Evening – Back at the Estate

The sun dipped low, casting a golden hue across her room. Lilith laid out her spoils like a dragon admiring its hoard.

Two beautiful daggers gleamed across silk. Her mana maps were neatly stacked beside her bed. The fire skill-stone hummed quietly beside a decorative candle.

But her reflection in the mirror pulled her focus.

“This’ll help. But it’s not enough.”

Her fingers drifted to her Status Window, mentally pulling it up.

Strength, decent. Speed, solid. Charm, obviously god-tier.

But I need a little more edge for solo work.

“A boost in stamina… a bump in strength…”

Her lips curled into a wicked smile.

“And Ren’s available tonight.”

She stood, stretched, then cracked her knuckles.

"Time to squeeze out a little more love-powered stat juice."

Her hand slid the wardrobe open. She picked a silk slip—not too suspicious, but dangerously breathable—and twirled once for effect.

Then padded silently toward the hallway with the stealth of a trained rogue.

Target: Ren.

Mission: Stat Drain.

Operation: Suck Him Dry.

.
.

 

Continued...
[Please overlook any mistakes, I'm in exam pressure and can't put much concentration.]

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

❝Don’t expect a thank you if you tap the ❤️. I mean… it’s the bare minimum anyway.❞






Chapter 20: 
Ren was drying his hair with a towel when his door creaked open without a knock.

 

He turned, blinking once.

 

"…Lilith?"

 

There she stood—framed in the hallway lamplight, wrapped in something light, soft, and suspiciously silk.

 

She didn't speak.

 

She just stepped inside and closed the door behind her with a gentle click.

 

The grin on her face said everything.

 

Ren dropped the towel. "Wait—what are you—?"

 

She raised a finger to her lips, eyes glowing with predatory sparkle.

 

Time Skip Activated by Author.

[Details Hidden for the Safety of Wooden Furniture.]

 

---

 

Dinner Time – Elric Estate Dining Hall

 

The family sat around the long table, bowls of rice, steaming skewers, and pickled roots lined up in elegant harmony.

 

Well… almost everyone sat calmly.

 

Gareth looked irritable. Thorne, the uncle who had just returned earlier that evening, was rubbing his temple. Julian was biting the inside of his cheek, trying not to laugh. Ren looked like a man who had been personally attacked by divine lust. And Lilith?

 

Lilith looked proud. Radiant. Glowing. Like a smug cat who had just knocked three vases off a shelf and blamed the wind.

 

Thorne finally sighed. "Can't you at least wait until after dinner?"

 

Gareth grunted, glaring at his roasted meat. "At this point, I'm considering soundproofing the walls."

 

Ren coughed into his tea. "I-It's not like that—!"

 

Julian chimed in innocently, "You sure? It sounded exactly like that."

 

Lilith stretched lazily in her seat. "Maybe your hearing's just sensitive."

 

Luca tilted his head. "What are we talking about?"

 

"Nothing!" Ren and Julian said at the same time.

 

Thorne added, "Everything, which is also nothing, which is why I need a drink."

 

His words confused everyone but managed to finish the topic.

---

 

Nightfall – Elric Estate

 

Lilith lounged in her room, brushing out her hair as moonlight poured in through the window. Her gaze drifted to the system window hovering in her mind.

 

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Stat Drain

Results: +3 Strength, +2 Agility, +3 Stamina

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Not bad for a warm-up.

 

But Lilith wasn't satisfied.

 

"One time isn't enough," she whispered to herself. "I better squeeze out as much as I can before morning."

 

She slipped out of her room with the silence of a rogue.

 

 

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Ren's Room – Round Two

 

Ren had barely settled into bed when his door creaked again.

 

"…Please be a ghost or even a B rank monster." he muttered.

 

But no—there she was. Again. Pink hair tied back. Silk robe fluttering slightly. Eyes glowing like a succubus queen on a midnight mission.

 

He sat up. "Are you taking revenge on me for objecting to your solo plan?"

 

Lilith didn't answer.

 

She just stepped in, closing the door behind her.

 

Then, she activated her Arousal Field Lv.2.

 

Ren's pupils dilated like a startled rabbit.

 

"Gods," he mumbled.

 

"You're not wrong," Lilith purred.

 

 

---

 

Somewhere across the estate—

 

Thorne turned over in bed. "Why is the floor trembling?"

 

Gareth groaned into his pillow. "I'm moving to the barn."

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The sun had barely cleared the horizon when Lilith tiptoed out of Ren’s room—glowing, humming, and very much satisfied.

 

Ren, meanwhile, lay tangled in his sheets like a war casualty. He stared at the ceiling with the eyes of a man who had seen too much… and given even more.

 

“I think… I saw my soul leave once,” he mumbled into his pillow.

 

Lilith entered the bath and took a look at her stats because she worked really hard last night. 

 

But before she could see the stats, tons of notification popped up. 

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[Skill Sync was activated]

 

Strength: +6

Spee: +7

Agility: +3

Stamina: +8

Mana: +5

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XP + 100 (for going three rounds in onenight)

Level up Lv3→Lv4

Current XP (380/400)

SP +10

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Skill upgraded:

 

•Arousal Field Lv.3 (Can now affect males of all species)

•Sensual Resonance Lv.2 (Increase intercourse sensation & satisfaction. Increase stamina of both party)

•Battle Instinct Lv.2 [Synced skills can upgrade if mated multiple times with the person it was gained from.]

-----

 

Damn there are so many updates and notifications. Open the stats window right NOW.

 

-----

 

📜 [STATUS WINDOW] 

 

[Name: Lilith Elric]

[Age: 18]

[Class: Immortal Slut]

[Titles: Bunny Slayer]

[Level: 4]

[XP: 380 / 400]

[SP: 10]

[Immortality Countdown: 6d 20h 12m]

 

[Strength: 31] [Speed: 30]

[Agility: 28] [Stamina: 47]

[Mana: 25] [Charm: 87 ]

[Libido: Stabilized]

 

System Skills:

 

Skill Sync (Passive)

Stat Drain (Passive)

Arousal Field Lv.3

  ➤ Affects all male species. No resistance under 30 charm difference. 

Sensual Resonance Lv.2

  ➤ Increases physical sensitivity, pleasure, and partner stamina.

Persistence of the Weak Lv.2

  ➤ Boosts stamina recovery and pain resistance while injured or outmatched.

 

Synced Skills

 

Charisma Lv.1 

Battle Instinct Lv.2 

  ➤ Now grants enhanced spatial awareness in multi-enemy combat.

  ➤ Grants dodge boost after successful parry or strike.

 

 

Absorbed Skills

 

Ice Bullets Lv.1 

Fire Spark Lv.1 

  ➤ Launches a quick burst of fire at short-medium range. Fast cast, low cost.

----

 

Lilith's eyes start sparkling and feels like jumping in joy. But she did not, so she doesn't slip in the bathroom.

 

Heck yeah! I'm already unstoppable. Duster Hollow or whatever, I'm going to crush you. 

-----

 

 

After a long hot bath and a triumphant twirl in front of her mirror, Lilith got dressed in her fluffy battle coat combo. She was refreshed, polished, and mentally preparing for the biggest test of her adventurer life—soloing Duskwither Hollow.

 

But first… breakfast.

 

 

Elric Estate – Dining Hall

The table was already set with fresh bread, eggs, smoked sausage, and a pot of jam-infused tea. Gareth sat at the head, looking like a man who hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. Thorne beside him wore the same haunted expression. Julian sipped his tea with a smirk he was doing an awful job of hiding.

 

Ren walked in five minutes later. Slumped. Hollow-eyed. Visibly limping.

 

Then came Lilith—radiant, glowing, practically skipping.

 

“Good morning!” she sang.

 

Luca blinked and looked up from his toast. “Big sis, I heard your voice a few times last night. Were you exercising with Ren?”

 

Ren nearly choked on air.

 

Julian burst into coughing.

 

Lilith paused with a jam spoon mid-air.

 

Don’t laugh… Don’t laugh…

 

Gareth, ever the opportunist, sighed and said flatly, “Yes, Lilith. You shouldn’t exercise so loudly at night. Some of us are light sleepers.”

 

He sipped his tea like a man sentencing someone to death.

 

“I do hope the TRB assigns you a personal quarter soon,” he added, eyes narrowed. “For the sake of peace and soundproofing.”

 

Lilith smirked. “Are you sure it’s not jealousy, Father?”

 

Thorne groaned. “Please… just… lower the volume if you must train him again.”

 

Ren slumped into his chair like a dying hero. “I am… not a training dummy…”

 

Julian whispered behind his cup, “Could’ve fooled me.”

 

 

Lilith took a bite of her toast, absolutely delighted.

 

 

Best breakfast ever.

 

 

But soon, the real challenge awaited—Duskwither Hollow, her first true solo raid.

 

She reached down to double-check her gear: enchanted daggers, fire spell stone, three mana maps, healing potions, and the faint glow of the system humming with the promise of Lone Heart Lv.3.

 

 

Today, I go solo. And I go epic.

 

 

“Alright, Ren. Let’s go! Dungeon time!”

 

Ren didn’t respond immediately. He stared at her like a man called back to war just after returning home.

 

“Already…?” he croaked.

 

She grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet. “C’mon, dungeon daddy. We’ve got monsters to slay and epic quests to fulfill.”

 

Ren let out a broken sigh. “I’m not even sure I’m physically able to walk.”

 

“Then crawl.”

 

 

On the Road – 2 Hours Later

The road to Duskwither Hollow was less traveled than Glowrock’s. The trees were thinner, the wind sharper. The skies hung low with slate-gray clouds, casting the whole path in moody tones.

 

Ren slumped in the carriage seat like a retired warhorse. Lilith, by contrast, was practically bouncing.

 

“So,” she grinned, “how are you feeling after last night? Are you happy to have a nice little sis like me?”

 

“I'm completely drained,” he mumbled.

 

“Oh? But with your stamina stat you should be fine, no?”

 

He gave her a long, slow side glance. “You’re evil.”

 

Lilith smirked. “I’m ambitious little girl.”

 

 

Duskwither Hollow – Dungeon Entrance

The carriage rolled to a halt in front of a wide, cracked stone arch. Duskwither Hollow’s entrance was darker than Glowrock’s, the air cooler, and the magic in the air felt heavier. Vines curled along the stone, and strange glyphs glowed faintly along the base.

 

A lone guild guard stood nearby, yawning until he noticed them approach.

 

Ren and Lilith both flashed their adventurer badges. The man gave a short nod.

 

“Solo run?” he asked, surprised.

 

“She’s trying for solo clearance,” Ren replied hoarsely. “Just watch the time.”

 

The guard looked Lilith over. “You sure? This place’s no cakewalk. Many newbie come here to prove they are strong.”

 

Lilith drew her twin daggers with a casual twirl. “I’m not here for cake. I’m here to solo.”

 

The guard raised his brows, impressed. “Alright then. Good luck.”

 

 

Ren stepped forward and pointed to the faded timer rune on the stone.

 

“You’ve got five hours,” he said, regaining some strength in his voice. “If you’re not out by then, I’m coming in after you.”

 

Lilith nodded, serious now.

 

“Understood.”

 

Ren looked her over. Her gear was tight, her eyes were sharp, her stance confident.

 

Then he smirked. “Don’t die in the first room.”

 

She smirked back. “You’ll miss me too much.”

 

 

She stepped forward.

 

The runes around the dungeon’s threshold pulsed, sensing her presence. As she crossed the archway, a ripple of mana shimmered through her body—confirmation that the timer had started.

 

Behind her, Ren crossed his arms and leaned against a rock.

 

 

"She’s either going to make record… or make a mess."

 

 

 

Lilith took one deep breath and entered the darkness of Duskwither Hollow.

 

The stone corridor ahead glowed faintly with embedded moss. The air was still. Cold. And something about it made her skin tingle.

 

 

Let’s begin the solo raid. Lone Heart, here I come. 

 

 

Continued... 

 

[Hello readers. I did not update for two days. I was confused, which way to go after tribute registration. It’s my first novel, so I'm not experienced to manage transition points. Hope you will support me and help both me and my novel grow.]

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

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Chapter 21: 
The entrance to Duskwither Hollow stood half-swallowed by gnarled roots and jagged stone. Compared to Glowrock, this dungeon felt older—less alive, more haunted. A faint breeze leaked from its depths, whispering like wind through cracked teeth.

Lilith adjusted her gear, her new twin daggers strapped to each hip. Mana map tucked safely in her pouch. Her boots crunched against dried moss as she turned to the waiting figure.

Ren stood with arms crossed and a pale face.

"You've got five hours," he said. "If you're not back by then—"

"You'll barge in, rescue me heroically, and I'll owe you again. I know."

He stared flatly. "I'll drag your unconscious body out if I have to."

Lilith grinned, gave him a dramatic salute, and turned toward the dark.

"I'll be back before lunch. Watch my shine."

And with that, she stepped inside.

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Zone 1: The Whispering Passage

The change was immediate.

The air thickened, colder and damp. The walls narrowed into natural corridors, choked by thin hanging roots. Stone twisted in unnatural curves, making it hard to gauge turns. The whispers weren't imagined—they were real. Muffled voices, as though long dead adventurers still wandered here, repeating warnings in a tongue she didn't know.

She shivered. Gripped her daggers tighter.

"Okay, Lilith. No panic. Just oversized bugs and rats."

She kept her senses sharp, eyes scanning the corners.

This zone is notorious for misleading adventurers. It has maze-like corridors with lots of doors. Not all lead to the main hall.

Lilith carefully opened a door, it was an empty room. She silently closed the door and opened another. It was a path leading further.

She began walking through the corridor. Sound of rats are coming. She looked around and found some arrow fallen on the ground. Her instincts said there was a trap nearby.

She slowly walked through the way. As she put her foot to the floor, it lowered a little. Her instincts said a trap was triggered. Soon a bunch of arrow shot from the other side of the hallway but her speed and reaction was fast enough to dodge the attack.

Whew! That startled me. The arrows look weak though. It can do some damage at most.

She began walking again and checked the mana map. The paths she walked through is drawn on the map and she can see her position too. But is doesn't show what is ahead.

It might not tell me how to reach to next zone but it will tell me how to return home and that's most important. I don't wanna get lost and live with monsters.

The first threat came quick.

From a side passage, three Plague Rats crawled out—each the size of a cat, eyes glowing yellow, fur patchy, tails long and slick like wet ropes. They hissed and sniffed, baring sharp yellow teeth.

Lilith crouched. Her agility kicked in, legs springing forward.

One slash—clean across the snout. It reeled.

Second—missed. She dodged under a bite, twisted, and drove her dagger into its side.

The third pounced. She let it bite her armored glove, then slammed it into the wall.

[XP Gained: 15]

She exhaled, flicking blood off her blade. "Not bad. Smelly, but doable."

Then the floor rumbled.

A low scratching. A high skittering.

...Oh no.

The hallway exploded in movement. A swarm of Plague Rats burst from the shadows, and from above—

Dozens of Dungeon Mites dropped like hail.

Tiny, red-eyed, spider-like pests the size of her palm.

One landed on her shoulder.

Another clung to her boot.

And one—

One fell straight into her cleavage.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH—!!"

She thrashed, screaming, jumping in place as the swarm lunged. Mites skittered across her arms, hair, legs.

Lilith swung wildly, cutting down three rats—but there were ten more. The mites clung, biting through cloth.

"Nope nope NOPE—this is NOT happening!"

She dove back, backpedaling into a tighter corridor. Heart hammering, breath short.
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Outside the dungeon—Dungeon Entrance

Ren was standing and so was the guard. Then the heard the scream coming inside from the dungeon.

"Guess she met her first challenge." Ren muttered.

The guard nodded and added, "All newbie face this. But overcoming these fear helps them grow." he took a breath and also added "Why does a woman have to be an adventurer? They can live a luxurious life, yet some of them chose to be adventurers. If I were a woman, I'd enjoy life like paradise."

Ren smiled and replied, "Yeah, why not. Easy or not, they sure got it full of fun. At least for her."
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Back in the dungeon

 

Lilith activated Arousal Field Lv.3.

A wave pulsed out of her—charm, heat, pheromonal energy thick in the air. Monsters stalled mid-attack. Rats stumbled in their charge. Mites twitched and paused, sluggish and disoriented.

Lilith's eyes narrowed. Her fingers sparked.

"Burn."

She launched a Fire Spark spell dead center into the cluster.

BOOM—!

The explosion rocked the tunnel. A wave of smoke and cooked fur washed over her. Screeches echoed. She didn't stop—daggers flashing, she darted through the confusion, slashing, twisting, stabbing.

One rat lunged—she flipped over it, drove a blade through its back.

Two mites jumped—she swept her blade horizontally, scattering them like sparks.

When the dust cleared, her breathing was ragged. Her clothes were torn. A patch of her coat was smoking. But she was standing.

[XP Gained: 50]
[You have leveled up. Lv.4→Lv.5]
SP +10
[System Tip: Try not to scream louder than your enemies next time.]

Lilith wiped soot off her cheek. "I screamed appropriately. That was horrifying."

But I levelled up so soon. All thanks Ren's help last night HEHEHE.
Now I have 20 unused SP. Better to save them untill I meet a tough opponent and use them as needed.

Lilith was going forward while a thought came in her mind. Something is missing. Like I haven't done something I should have.

Lilith looked around and saw the dead bodies of the rats and remembered, She has to skin them. A weird disgusted chill ran down her body.
Not using my precious enchanted daggers on the smelly creatures.

She took out a knife from the bag carrying on her hips and started skinning them. It takes some time and also works as a resting point.

After skinning the rats and taking the pelts, she went ahead. It's time she met a mini boss.
She came in front of a little luxurious door but it was all old and spoiled.

It probably the mini boss or some people say Zone Boss.

She entered the room but there was nothing in front. She looked around and saw a giant mouse, to the size of a dog is hiding in the corner. It's fur was peach black and was shinning.
So that's the mini boss. It's so shiny! I bet it's fur will sell for a high price. It might be a little tough.

She approached the mouse but it ran away in a high speed. She would have struggled to match it a few days ago. But now the mouse feels slower than her.

Looks like it will avoid me unless I attack it first. So, let's be it.

"Ice Bullet"
Lilith launched an ice bullet at the mouse but it managed to dodge. Though it did not hit but the attack did it's work.

The peach black mouse ran towards with a strong momentum. One hit can send her flying. Only if it could land a hit.

She waited till the last moment for the mouse to hit her and then suddenly made a small jump. The mouse with high momentum was unable to react at time. Lilith's hand shot, her dagger tearing through it's flesh.

The mouse crashed to a wall and Lilith landed softly on the ground.
Oh shit! I've damaged it's skin. The price will get lower at this rate. Fire is not good either. Guess it's time to check my brute strength.

Lilith put back the daggers in their cover and clenched her fists. Ready to go boxer mode.

The peach black mouse feeling danger of life, became more fierce. It's teeth and knuckles grew bigger and it definitely looked ugly.

It charged towards Lilith in a speed higher than ever. It didn't follow straight line, like past. It changed it's direction multiple times before it jumped at her. But what it didn't know that Lilith was much faster than it.

Arousal Field Lv.3 activated

Suddenly the mouse felt off-guard, a sweet smell came to it's nose.

BAAAM!

As soon as the mouse lowered it's guard Lilith delivered a strong punch to it's abdomen, sending it flying and crushing to a wall.

She didn't give it a chance to recover. She immediately reached the mouse and delivered three more strong punch but it was not the end.

She grabbed it's tail, pulled it up and slammed it in the floor. Blood stained the floor. She slammed it again. Again and Again until it's body fell cold and entire room stained in blood.

Damn, I'm freackin strong. I beat the giant mouse like a ragdoll.

She then took out the knife again and started skinning the bloody mouse. She looked happy skinning it this time.

I'm gonna earn a lot of money after the raid today.
Guess it's time for the next zone then.

Continued...

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Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.

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Chapter 22: 
The shiny black pelt slung over Lilith's shoulder was heavier than she expected. Still warm. Still reeking of rodent death.

"Ugh. Worth it," she muttered, tying it up with cord. "This thing's gonna sell for a week's food bill."

She stuffed the monster core into her pouch and gave one last glance at the bloodstained mini-boss chamber.

It had only been an hour since she entered, but it felt like days. Her coat was singed, her boots were dirty, her muscles ached in new ways—and she loved it.

"I should've brought a damn bag," she mumbled as she adjusted the weight. "Or a wagon. Or a cute magic butler."

She opened the mana map. The zone's pathways flickered in glowing blue ink, now mostly filled out behind her.

I've already used an hour. Four left. Can't waste time.

She followed the map's unexplored corridor until it ended at a wide, downward-sloping staircase carved into old stone. Roots hung from the ceiling like dried veins. The air thickened with a sour, musty scent.

"Zone 2. Let's see what you've got."

 

 

Zone 2: The Hollow of Echoes

 

The first thing she noticed was the silence.

Not peaceful silence—unnatural silence. Like a church long abandoned, where even echoes felt haunted.

The second thing was the architecture.

Half-collapsed pews lay in disarray. Cracked stained glass glittered faintly in the walls, shattered in colorful fragments. Rusted chandeliers swayed gently, though there was no wind.

Mounted armors lined parts of the corridor—some toppled, some still upright, holding rusted spears and hollow helms. Broken statues littered the corners, their faces chipped and eyeless.

Lilith slowed her pace.

"Creepy dungeons are never just for show…"

As if to prove her right, a ghost-flame suddenly flickered to life in a wall brazier.

Lilith jumped back.

"Okay! Okay! Got it. You're haunted. Noted."

The ghost-flame sputtered once, releasing a wretched stink like burned mold and sulfur. She covered her nose and moved on quickly.

Just a few steps later, she noticed something strange.

Ahead, the corridor split—left and right.

She chose left.

Ten steps in… and then she saw herself.

Herself.

A faint silhouette, walking toward her from the right.

"The hell—?"

She whirled around—but the corridor was empty.

Then back again. Gone.

She blinked rapidly, heart hammering. The faint glow of a floor rune flickered beneath her feet.

Illusions.

Sound illusions. Visual reflections.

A trap designed to make people loop. Or walk into danger.

She backed up, her Battle Instinct skill pulsing like a whisper in her chest.

"Right path's a dead end. Trap's probably ahead."

She carefully stepped backward until she returned to the original fork—and took the right path instead.

"You almost had me, you bastard hallway."

After winding through more collapsed sanctum paths, she stepped into a larger room. Wide. Vaulted ceiling. Several doorways led into it from other corridors.

Dust floated in the still air.

And something moved.

Shuffling. Groaning. The soft crunch of dragging feet.

Five figures entered the chamber from different angles. Their robes were torn but once ceremonial. Their skin gray and papery, eyes hollow, mouths slack and wheezing.

Ghoul Acolyte

"Of course it's zombies."

The first one lurched forward.

Lilith darted in with a swift slash—clean hit across its shoulder.

But it didn't even flinch.

The other four followed.

They didn't claw like beasts. They clung—arms wrapping, weight pressing down.

"HEY—!" She kicked one off, elbowed another.

The third grabbed her arm.

The fourth seized her leg.

They moved slowly—but they moved together.

Their weight threatened to topple her. She stabbed one in the side—no reaction.

She cursed and surged her strength, breaking the grip and tumbling backward in a roll.

"Okay. Brute force. Head or neck. Let's do this right."

She took a breath, flipped her grip, and rushed the closest one.

Slash—neck half-severed.

Turn—stab—dagger to temple.

It fell twitching.

One down.

Another tried to lunge. She sidestepped, slashed the back of its knees, then finished it off with a quick double stab to the skull.

She danced between them—dash, strike, retreat.

It wasn't clean. It wasn't elegant.

It was raw and exhausting.

By the time she decapitated the fourth ghoul, her chest was heaving, sweat pouring down her back.

The last one hissed and charged.

She ducked, slammed into its legs, knocked it off-balance—and crushed its head with a jumping knee to the temple.

The room fell silent.

Lilith sat on the floor, panting.

[XP Gained: 60]

Her daggers were slick with ichor. Her arms trembled slightly.

"That… was way too much cardio…"

She wiped her blades on a torn robe and scanned the room for loot—or the next horror waiting to be introduced.

"If there's a zone boss here, I'm gonna punch it in the face on principle."

The room where the ghouls fell was silent now—eerily so.

Lilith took slow, deliberate breaths as she paced through the carnage. She collected a couple monster cores and wiped some sweat from her forehead.

A faint noise echoed through one of the arched side doors.

Metal scraping stone.

Her head snapped up.

She followed the sound into a smaller chamber beyond. This one was less ruined—fragments of stained glass still clung to tall, cracked windows. At the far end stood a double stone door, partially sealed by chains.

Guarding it were two humanoid figures—both standing unnaturally still in full, rusted armor.

Lilith squinted. Their movements weren't twitchy like ghouls. They didn't stumble.

Their heads slowly turned toward her.

Then—

They screamed.

A horrible, distorted, ghostly wail tore through the air, bouncing off every wall. Lilith's hands flew to her ears too late—the sound wasn't loud, but it stabbed into her skull like cold needles.

 

 

Wailing Remnants

Both figures stepped forward, dragging corroded swords behind them. Their faces were twisted—exposed bone through rotting helms. These weren't mindless.

"These ones can actually fight," Lilith muttered, taking her stance.

They moved together. One came high, sword raised; the other lunged low in a feint.

Lilith spun between them—deflected the first strike with a dagger, caught the other with her off-hand, and twisted to slice into the second's leg.

Not deep enough.

They staggered but adapted, forcing her on the defensive.

"Tch—can't take them both like this."

She dashed toward them instead of backing up—then at the last second, jumped and kicked the left one square in the chest.

It stumbled backward, crashing into a pillar.

She turned instantly—deflect, stab, dodge.

Her dagger struck true—piercing through the weak spot in the first Remnant's neck. A second stab buried deep into its cracked helmet.

The soldier let out a final hiss and collapsed.

The second one was already back, dragging its sword behind it.

"Persistent jerk…"

This time, she didn't try to block.

She waited.

Let it charge.

At the last second—sidestep.

The Remnant stumbled past her, off-balance.

She didn't waste the moment.

She kicked its back, sending it crashing to the floor—and pounced.

Both daggers plunged into its helmet.

It spasmed once… then stopped moving.

 

[XP Gained: 26]

 

Lilith stayed crouched over the body for a moment, panting hard.

"That… really took everything."

Two near-simultaneous fights. Multiple enemies each time.

Even with her boosted stats, the fatigue was catching up to her.

She slumped down against a wall, letting the cool stone soothe her sweat-slicked back.

"Fifteen minutes. Just fifteen. Then I'll deal with whatever's behind that door."

She closed her eyes briefly.

Just for a bit.

The silence of the Hollow of Echoes stretched around her like a thin veil—waiting.

 

 

 

The double doors creaked open with a groan that echoed like thunder in the Hollow.

Lilith stepped inside slowly.

The room beyond was once a sanctum—clearly part of the chapel long ago. Shattered pews lay in neat ruins, and at the far end, a broken altar stood beneath a half-collapsed stained-glass dome.

But the figure in front of it was anything but holy.

A priest-like silhouette hovered just above the cracked floor, wrapped in blood-tattered ceremonial robes. Its body was half-transparent, swaying like smoke. Its face… no longer human. Just hollow sockets and a gaping grin.

Its hand clutched a long, ironwood staff capped with a decayed holy sigil.

 

 

Sanctum Priest's Remnant

 

As she stepped closer, it turned.

Then began to chant.

"Va'kuth… mennai'ra…"

A rush of red mist exploded from the altar, sweeping across the floor like living fog.

Lilith staggered, her vision dulling slightly.

"What is this…? It's messing with my senses!"

The mist burned her nose, blurred her focus. She couldn't sense the enemy properly.

Battle Instinct Lv.2 – Activated

A calming pulse spread across her nerves.

"Better."

The Remnant surged forward with unnatural speed—raising its staff high before swinging downward like a hammer.

Lilith caught the blow on her crossed daggers—but the impact jarred her arms.

"Damn, that's heavy—this guy's no joke!"

The priest spun smoothly, sweeping low with the staff's end. She jumped, flipping backward to avoid being tripped, then closed in with a counterstrike.

Her dagger flashed, slicing along its side. It hissed—its body flickering in and out of solidity.

"Can't hit it hard when it's in that phase… gotta wait."

The priest floated back and launched a black orb from its palm—twisting with runes.

She dodged to the side—barely.

The orb hit the floor where she stood.

[Mana Leech Zone Deployed – Spellcasting Blocked]

"Tch. Great. So I can't use magic if I stay there. Why does a low level monster has this kind of skill?"

She bolted out of the zone. The priest fired two more orbs—leaving patches of null-space behind.

It was boxing her in.

She gritted her teeth.

"You're using arena control… how very annoying for a corpse."

The priest charged again—this time with spinning blows. Lilith ducked, deflected, rolled between its legs, and stabbed into the back of its thigh-like haze.

Critical Hit

The spirit screamed.

A true wail—not magic. A soul cry.

The red mist thinned slightly.

"You don't like that, huh?"

It retaliated—spinning its staff and slamming the butt-end into her gut.

Lilith gasped, knocked off her feet.

The priest raised both arms.

Floating mana orbs gathered around it—ready to launch.

"Shit—!"

She threw a dagger—not at it, but at the broken chandelier above.

Glass and rusted iron came crashing down.

The distraction was enough.

She darted in, snatched her fallen dagger, and channeled every ounce of energy into a forward leap.

One dagger stabbed through the priest's stomach—

The other, into its face.

The orbs burst behind it—wild and uncontrolled.

The Remnant's body shimmered violently, flickering, twitching—

And then exploded into crimson mist.

Silence returned.

The fog lifted.

 

[XP Gained: 60]
[Level Up: Lv. 5 → Lv. 6]
[SP +10]

 

Lilith dropped to one knee, panting hard.

Her heart raced, her body ached—but a slow grin spread across her face.

"Now that was a fun fight."

She stood, slowly gathering the loot from the altar—an eerie, rune-marked core and the priest's staff, now inert.

"One more zone to go."

She turned toward the exit, wiping blood from her cheek.

"Time to see what horrors Zone 3 holds…"

 

 

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Chapter 23:
Zone 3: Tomb of Names

The stone archway leading into the third zone felt different—elegant. Unlike the twisted roots or scorched embers of the previous floors, this corridor was lined with symmetrical stonework. Polished granite. Faded runes etched in ancient language. A strange reverence clung to the walls, like the hallway itself demanded silence.

Lilith stepped cautiously, her daggers ready, mana map pulsing faintly in her pouch. As she passed under the final arch, the corridor opened—

Into a graveyard.

A vast crypt space, neatly carved beneath the earth, filled with rows of sealed stone coffins. Marble gravestones stood in uniform rows. Broken angel statues watched over the dead, most with shattered wings. But everything was... clean. Well-maintained. No wild overgrowth. No sign of chaos.

Just stillness.

A narrow stone-paved walkway divided the cemetery straight down the center, leading toward a faintly glowing door at the far end.

Lilith inhaled slowly.

"Creepy... but not hostile. Yet."

Then she felt it.

The air was heavy. Pressing on her shoulders, on her lungs. It wasn't just tension — it was dense mana. Her own pool of mana felt sluggish. Casting would cost her more here.

[System Tip: Mana density detected. Natural regeneration slowed by 30%.]

"Lovely."

She took another step, boots clacking softly on the stone path—

KREEEEEH!!

The shriek hit her like a spear through the eardrums.

Five shapes shot out from above the statues—winged, skeletal, fast.

Bone Ravens.

Their forms were sickly thin, with wings made of twisted bone fragments and glowing red eyes. Their screeches sent echoes through the graveyard like knives in wind.

"Tch—already?"

One dove straight at her head.

She ducked, spun low, slashed upward—cleaving it midair.

Another swooped in from behind, claws raking across her coat.

She snarled, twisting and burying her dagger into its chest. The bones cracked as it dropped lifeless to the floor.

But the other three were smarter.

They backed off. Formed a loose triangle around her. Circling. Watching.

Lilith wiped blood from her lip and panted.

"So that's how we're playing this, huh?"

She crouched, tracking their pattern—one high, one low, one diving fast and pulling away. They were testing her.

"You want distance? Fine. Let's do magic."

She clenched her fist. Ice gathered at her fingertips.

"Ice Bullet!"

A sharp spear of frost launched at the mid-air raven—but it twisted midflight, just barely evading.

The second raven dove for her head.

Lilith ducked, rolled, then spun and fired—

"Fire Spark!"

A burst of flame caught its wing. It shrieked, spiraled, and slammed into a tombstone. Dead.

"Two left."

But now her breathing was heavier. Mana was draining fast. She felt it — her pulse thudding in her ears, the pressure in her chest.

The third raven dove. She sidestepped. The fourth darted in close—too close.

She baited it.

Dodged late. It grazed her shoulder—pain bloomed—

But she grabbed its brittle wing mid-slash and slammed it into the stone floor. Her dagger followed through its skull.

"One more."

The last one hovered high. Too high to jump.

Lilith narrowed her eyes.

It dove—straight, fast.

Now.

She launched Ice Bullet again—just as it committed to the charge.

The spell struck dead center.

The raven exploded in a burst of bone and frost, raining shards across the tombs.

Silence returned.

Lilith dropped to one knee, breathing hard, sweat rolling down her brow.

[XP Gained: 30]

She chuckled between pants.

"That... sucked more than I expected."

She staggered to her feet, glanced down the long graveyard path toward the glowing door.

"If that was the appetizer... the boss better be worth the calories."

She took a swig from her mana potion, wiped her blade, and limped forward—toward the Heartchamber.

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The heavy silence after the raven battle clung to Lilith's clothes like sweat. Her breath fogged lightly in the cold air of Zone 3, the mana pressure still making every step feel like a chore.

She followed the central stone path toward the faint glow ahead—the source of dungeon mana pulsing like a heartbeat behind a pair of massive iron doors.

As she approached the entrance to the boss room, she noticed the statue standing guard beside the gate.

A humanoid figure carved from gray stone. Its arms crossed over a stone greatsword planted into the floor. Its helm shaped like a mourning knight, eyes closed, motionless.

Lilith slowed her pace, eyes narrowing.

"That's not just decoration… is it?"

The moment her boots scraped within ten feet of the doors—

KRK-KRRRRKK.

The statue's eyes lit up with dull red light. Stone cracked and shifted. Dust fell away as it stepped forward, one foot crushing the edge of the marble floor.

The Gravestone Sentinel had awakened.

With a slow, deliberate motion, it drew the massive stone greatsword and raised it high.

WHOOOM—!

The blade came down.

Lilith tried to parry—crossing both daggers instinctively.

The impact nearly broke her arms.

She was flung backward, hitting the ground with a cry. Her forearm throbbed where the force had partially glanced through her guard—her daggers were completely unsuited for this kind of brute force.

"Tch... okay. This one's built different."

The golem charged again, its stone footsteps booming against the crypt floor.

Lilith dodged, rolled, sprang up—but the follow-up swing grazed her left arm, slicing a bloody line across her bicep.

She hissed, staggering back.

"I can't block it. Not with these."

She scanned her surroundings, heart pounding, breath ragged. The sword's weight. Its reach. If she couldn't block—she had to either outrun or outmuscle it.

"But how…?"

Then—her eyes locked on something half-buried in the dust near a broken pillar.

A battle axe.

Old. Scarred. But still intact.

Likely left behind by a fallen adventurer who'd made it this far... but no further.

Lilith didn't hesitate.

She sprinted, rolled beneath the Sentinel's swing, grabbed the axe in a single swoop, and turned just in time to parry another strike—

CLAAANG!

Steel-on-stone.

This time, the weapon held.

Lilith's knees buckled from the force, but she held her ground.

The axe was heavy, awkward even—but her [Strength: 31] was enough to make it swing.

And she did.

The two clashed again and again—his massive sword vs her borrowed axe. Sparks and stone chips scattered as metal scraped across enchanted rock.

Each swing rattled her bones. Her stamina was draining fast. Her muscles screamed.

But so did her battle instinct.

She timed his patterns.

Waited for overreach.

Then—

She sidestepped the overhead slam, spun with the axe, and cleaved diagonally across its torso.

A crack formed.

The Sentinel stumbled. Tried to lift its sword again.

Lilith charged, leapt, and brought the axe down with all her might—

CRACK!!

Its stone head split from its shoulders, crashing to the floor and shattering.

The body crumbled with it.

Dust billowed. Silence returned.

And then—

The fallen golem's mouth moved, just barely.

"...Forgive me... my lady... I have failed you..."

The light in its eyes faded.

Lilith stood there, stunned.

Dripping sweat. Panting. Bleeding.

She slumped to the floor, letting the axe clatter beside her.

"That… was too close."

She opened her palm, let mana gather, but her arm trembled. She was pushing her limits.

Then—

[XP Gained: 30]

[System Notice: "You have proven yourself worthy of facing the core guardian."]

A faint rumble echoed from the iron door behind her.

The boss room had unlocked.

Lilith looked up at the ancient doors, their surface pulsing faintly with red mana veins, and grinned despite herself.

"Let's end this."

.
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Continued...

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Chapter 24: 
Duskwither Hollow - Core Room

The iron doors of the Heartchamber groaned open as Lilith stepped inside.

It was cold.

Not physically—but soul-deep, airless, like stepping into a crypt where grief itself had weight. A massive circular chamber stretched out before her, the stone walls inlaid with blackened portraits and rune-marked coffins. The ceiling rose into darkness, and at the far end pulsed the Dungeon Core—a black crystal embedded in a cracked altar, humming with dark energy.

A woman stood beneath it.

Or… what was left of one.

Tall and elegant, she wore tattered noble robes of deep violet, her long hair tangled and drifting like ink underwater. Her skin was gray-blue, her eyes glowing with sorrowful red light. Wisps of shadow clung to her limbs like living veils.

The Shade Queen.

Lilith stepped forward slowly. She could feel it—the immense mana pressure pressing down on her like a weight on her chest. Her daggers trembled in her grip.

[System Alert: Boss Encounter - Duskwither Shade Queen Lv.10]

[Warning: High-risk engagement. Success condition - eliminate the core guardian.]

Lilith reached into her soul and focused.

[SP - 30 → 0]

[Mana increased: 25 → 55]

A rush of energy pulsed through her veins. Her limbs steadied.

She was ready.

The Queen lifted her gaze.

"...You came... just like he did..." she whispered, voice echoing strangely. "Did he send you, too?"

Lilith blinked. "Who?"

"...The traitor... the one who cursed us all... I waited... and waited..."

Without warning, the Queen dissolved into smoke—and reappeared just meters away.

A trail of shadows marked her wake.

Shadow Dance.

"—Shit!"

Lilith barely dodged the swipe of clawed hands, the air cracking as they grazed her cheek. Pain bloomed—a shallow slash along her face. Blood trickled, stinging her skin.

The Queen spun midair and slashed again. Lilith ducked, twisted, and retaliated with both daggers. One slash hit—cutting through the mist-like shadow around the Queen's body—but the other passed clean through.

Half-corporeal. Physical damage only works between pulses.

The Queen moved again. Flickered to the left. Then appeared right behind Lilith.

Phantom Claw!

A triple slash tore through the air.

Lilith screamed as one of the strikes caught her in the side. Her coat shredded. Blood soaked through the fur lining.

She rolled away, breath ragged, heart pounding. She cast Fire Spark—a blast of flame burst forward, and the Queen hissed as her shadow-mist recoiled.

Weakness confirmed: Fire.

The Queen steadied herself, eyes burning brighter.

"You... still have warmth..." she muttered. "I remember warmth... before it was taken... before I was locked here…"

Then she screamed.

A Despair Pulse exploded from her body—a wave of darkness and psychic pressure that hit Lilith like a hammer. Her knees buckled. Her hands trembled. A cold fog clouded her vision.

[Debuff: Accuracy Down, Focus Disrupted]

"Dammit—stay sharp!"

She gritted her teeth and activated Battle Instinct Lv.2. Her senses surged. Her blurred vision steadied. The Queen's movement lines sharpened in her mind.

Lilith ducked under another shadow swipe, then cast Ice Bullet—twice.

One missed. The other slammed into the Queen's shoulder. She howled, reeling.

Lilith dashed forward and stabbed her in the abdomen.

The Queen fell back, half-ethereal again, shadow mist leaking like smoke.

Her voice trembled. "...Why did I suffer? I bore no guilt… I was loyal…!"

Suddenly, the Dungeon Core behind her flashed red.

The Queen arched her back and screamed—

[Warning: Shade Queen HP < 30%]

[Enrage State Activated]

From the darkness beside her, two shadows peeled away—gray wraiths shaped like twisted versions of her.

Shade Echoes.

"Perfect. Because one of you wasn't annoying enough."

Lilith was panting, bleeding, low on mana—but not broken.

She activated Arousal Field Lv.3 instinctively.

…No reaction.

Right. All-female enemies. No effect.

"Of course."

The Shade Echoes rushed in—bladed limbs like scythes.

Lilith backflipped, barely dodging the first, then blocked the second's swing with crossed daggers. The impact forced her back. She staggered—but didn't fall.

She kicked one Echo into the other and launched a Fire Spark between them.

BOOM!

One burned to ash. The second was weakened.

The real Queen darted in during the smoke.

Lilith twisted sideways—just in time to avoid a slash that could've gutted her.

She stabbed upward—dagger piercing the Queen's ribs. Then again, in the throat.

The Queen hissed and grabbed Lilith's wrist.

Her voice was low.

"...I... waited… so long... for justice..."

Lilith clenched her jaw. "Then rest."

Ice Bullet. Point blank.

It exploded inside the Queen's chest.

Shadow and mist erupted.

The Shade Queen let out one final breath… and shattered into smoke.

Silence.

Only the pulsing Dungeon Core remained, flickering softly.

[Boss Defeated: Duskwither Shade Queen Lv.10]

[XP Gained: 110]

[Title Unlocked: Shadowpiercer (Solo Clear)]

[Title Effect: +10% resistance to fear-type debuffs.]

[Level Up: 6→ 7]

[SP +10]

[Level Up: 7 → 8]

[SP +10]

Lilith dropped to one knee, gasping for breath, blood still dripping from her arm and side.

She'd done it.

She looked up at the Core—and for a second, thought she heard a woman's voice whisper:

"...thank you…"

Then the body of Shade Queen started withering away—its power dispersing into soft red motes.

The dungeon was cleared.

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Lilith stood before the Dungeon Core.

The black crystal pulsed faintly, like a fading heartbeat. The remnants of the Duskwither Shade Queen's presence still clung to the air—soft, whispering mana currents, like a memory reluctant to fade.

She stared at it for a long moment, fingers twitching near her dagger.

"If I break this, the dungeon dies."

She remembered Ren's warning.

"Don't kill the dungeon unless it's yours. This one belongs to the guild. They manage it, gather resources from it, and use it to train recruits."

Lilith sighed, pulling her hand back.

"Lucky crystal."

Instead, she turned her attention to the loot scattered around the altar—fragments of enchanted silk that shimmered black and violet, and a solid piece of the Queen's dress: a Shadow Silk.

She took them all. The shadow silk went into a pouch. A title screen flickered softly across her vision.

Lilith let herself collapse onto the cold stone floor.

Her body ached. Her side still throbbed from the Phantom Claw strike. Her hands were bloodied from the axe swings. Her coat was ruined, slashed open in three places and singed with shadow magic.

"Four hours… already?"

She glanced at the dungeon timer embedded in her adventurer badge.

3 hours 57 minutes.

She gave herself five more minutes to breathe.

Then began packing.

10 Minutes Later

Her bag was stuffed to the brim. Shadow silk. Bones. Stone teeth. Ice-cold cores. A cracked ancient ring she hoped had some value. The battle axe strapped awkwardly across her back.

I really should've brought a bigger bag. Or a mule. Or Julian.

She limped her way back through the tombs, through the Emberroot Gallery, up past the Whispering Passage. Each zone felt lighter now—emptied of its menace, as if the dungeon itself was resting.

Her feet were blistered. Her mana low. Her stomach… loudly complaining.

But she walked.

Outside the Dungeon – Guard Post

The old guard glanced at Ren, who leaned against a post with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed toward the dark entrance.

"She's been in there for over four hours," the guard muttered. "You sure she's alright?"

Ren didn't look away.

"She'll come out. She might be bleeding. Maybe limping. But die?" He shook his head. "She's too stubborn for that."

The guard raised a brow. "You adventurer types are weird."

Ren smirked. "You don't know the half of it."

Just then—

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Boots echoed from the dark.

Lilith emerged.

Bloodied.

Covered in cuts.

Clothes torn.

And dragging a overstuffed bag behind her like a sack of treasure.

Ren blinked.

The guard's jaw dropped.

Lilith walked straight past them and smacked Ren on the side of the head.

"Why didn't you tell me this dungeon was three nightmares stacked in a trench coat?!"

Ren flinched. "Hey—! I thought you'd clear a zone or two. Not finish the damn thing!"

Lilith dropped her loot bag directly on his foot.

He yelped. "What the hell is in this?! Rocks?!"

"Axe," she corrected. "Big one. From hell. Zone Three. You left that part out, mentor."

The guard was still blinking. "Wait… you cleared it? Alone?"

Lilith gave a weak thumbs-up before slumping into the waiting carriage.

Ren loaded her bag with a grunt, then climbed in after her. As the wheels rolled over the cobblestone path, he pulled out a potion kit and began dabbing at her cuts with practiced care.

She winced. "Careful, nurse. I'm delicate."

"You're a demon. A tired, smug, murder-happy demon."

She smirked despite the pain.

"Next stop," she mumbled, "is the guild. Let's see what this solo-clear earns me."

The carriage rumbled onward.

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Chapter 25:
The golden light of late afternoon spilled into the Windvale Adventurer's Guild as the front doors burst open with a bang.

All heads turned.

Lilith stepped in, bandaged, blood-spattered, bruised—and grinning.

Behind her, Ren followed, carrying a sack so heavy it thudded with every step like a coffin full of bricks.

The guild's central hall fell silent.

Almas, the silver-haired receptionist, looked up from his desk and immediately rushed forward. "Lady Lilith?! What happened today? Did you—" he paused, eyeing the dried blood and exhausted expression, "—did you try to solo Glowrock Hollow?!"

"I did solo a dungeon today," Lilith replied, brushing dust from her coat. "But not Glowrock."

Almas blinked. "Then… where?"

Lilith smiled. "Duskwither Hollow."

The hall collectively exhaled. Someone dropped their drink.

"W-Wait," Almas said, voice a pitch higher. "You… tried to solo Duskwither Hollow? Lady Lilith, that dungeon might be E rank on paper, but its danger level is practically low D! You could've—"

"I didn't say I tried." Lilith's voice cut smoothly. "I did solo it."

Another silence spread like wildfire.

Almas blinked. "W-What?"

She stepped forward. "It's cleared. Every zone. Every floor. Every corpse I left behind is a love letter to progress."

"...You're bluffing," one adventurer murmured.

"That's a joke, right?" said another.

"Even C ranks struggle in the Tomb of Names!"

Almas turned to Ren for confirmation, as if grasping for reality.

Ren, as dry as ever, dropped the sack on the front desk with a WHAM.

"She's not joking."

The thud echoed across the room.

Almas flinched. He stared at the sack, then slowly began unpacking it.

The silence turned electric.

One by one, he laid them out—

13 Plague Rat pelts, still damp and scorched.
Teeth and carapaces from Dungeon Mites.
A shining black pelt from the Shiny Mouse—clearly a rare variant.
5 glowing red Ghoul Acolyte cores.
3 stone-glinting cores from Gravestone Sentinels.
5 sleek, curved bones from the Bone Ravens.
A strip of enchanted Shadow Silk—a rare crafting material.
A broken but visibly magical necklace, still humming with faint remnants of the Shade Queen's power.

Almas stared.

His fellow receptionist, a young man with spiky hair, covered his mouth in awe. "All of that… in one day?"

"No," Lilith said. "In four hours."

The hall erupted.

Whispers flew across the room like wildfire.

"She soloed Duskwither?!"

"That dungeon takes parties to raid!"

"She's already stronger than half the veterans here…"

"Blessed by the gods, huh?"

Almas collected himself and began assessing.

The rats alone would fetch 20 Narr per pelt. The black pelt—likely 80 to 100. The ghoul cores? 50 Narr each. The bone raven parts had alchemy use, so maybe 40 apiece. The Shadow Silk… rare and auction-worthy. That alone might bring 300. The Shade Queen's necklace? A relic-grade drop.

When he tallied the parchment and slid the result forward—

Total Estimated Value: 1,570 Narr.

Lilith smirked. "I accept cash. And praise."

Ren leaned against the counter, arms folded. "This one's going to be trouble."

Almas looked from the loot, to Lilith, then down at the reward chart. "Lady Lilith… this haul matches what most D-rankers need a week to gather. We'll need to begin reclassifying your dungeon authority level and—"

Lilith cut in. "That solo exam we talked about? Schedule it."

The receptionist blinked. "You're… already taking it?"

"Ren challenged me," she said, jabbing a thumb toward her partner. "He said if I could solo a dungeon in one run, I could go solo officially."

"And she did," Ren confirmed, sighing. "Not that I expected her to reach the boss room, let alone kill it."

Lilith smirked. "Never bet against me."

Almas cleared his throat. "Then, congratulations. We'll notify the guild council. Lady Lilith Elric, you've qualified to apply for solo-certified D-rank adventuring."

Another round of shocked murmurs swept the guild hall.

Lilith gave a half-bow to the watching crowd. "Make way, folks. The dungeon slayer is here to conquer."

Ren coughed into his sleeve.

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The Elric estate's lights glowed warm and golden as Lilith finally stepped inside, dragging her bandaged legs across polished floors.

No family interrogation. No questions. No smug Ren remarks—he'd slunk off to his room like the half-dead man she made him.

Perfect.

She needed food. Bath. Bed.

Dinner was a quiet affair tonight. Roasted duck, buttery vegetables, and garlic bread that might've been baked by the gods themselves. Lilith devoured three plates in silence.

That was when Gareth set his spoon down with a dull clink.

"The Tribute Bureau sent your first round of candidate profiles."

Lilith, chewing, gave a thumbs-up without looking.

He continued, "You'll have two days to accept or reject them."

She swallowed, wiped her mouth, and nodded. "Julian."

Julian looked up. "Yes?"

"Bring them to my room after dinner."

He blinked. "Me?"

"You know I trust your taste."

"...That's not how this works—"

"Room. After. Dinner."

Gareth sighed, already regretting his decision to let her grow up.

---

Later – Lilith's Room

Lilith lay on her bed, dressed in soft sleepwear, a healing patch across her ribs and a warm compress over her sore thigh. Her battle-worn daggers were neatly placed on the nearby table, along with her new axe, now properly oiled and cleaned.

Julian knocked softly and entered with a thick leather folder clutched to his chest.

"You said you wanted the tribute requests."

Lilith clapped twice. "Yes, my sweet secretary. Lay the offerings before your queen."

"I am not your secretary."

"You're in my room holding a folder full of dick stats."

Julian sighed and handed it over.

He cleared his throat. "These are the official tribute candidates, reviewed and filtered by the Bureau. Only those who match your preferences made the cut."

Lilith raised an eyebrow. "So no old geezers. No fat pigs. No weaklings."

"...Correct."

"Good. Let's begin."

Julian sat beside her, unfolded the dossier, and started reading aloud:

🔹 [Tribute Request 001]

Name: Kael Vinton
Age: 20
Height: 184 cm
Weight: 82 kg
Appearance: Dusky skin, short-cropped black hair, golden eyes; has a tribal warrior tattoo over left chest.
Profession: B-Rank Adventurer (Spearman)
Character: Bold, confident, known for being fiercely loyal.
Speciality: Slayer of the Ash-Scale Basilisk at age 18.
Dick Size: 7.8 inches
Tribute Class: 2nd Class (20,000 Narr)

"Not bad, huh? Pretty strong guy." Lilith commented.

"Yeah, B rank adventurer is no joke." Julian replied.

🔹 [Tribute Request 002]

Name: Cedric Halworth
Age: 23
Height: 190 cm
Weight: 89 kg
Appearance: Well-built, knightly blonde hair, strong jawline; always seen in polished armor.
Profession: Royal Guard Captain (Probationary)
Character: Stoic, disciplined, chivalrous to a fault.
Speciality: Swordmaster recognized by the Crown.
Dick Size: 8.2 inches
Tribute Class: 2ndst Class (20,000 Narr)

"A royal guard captain with honorary noblety" Lilith commented. Julian didn't bother to reply.

🔹 [Tribute Request 003]

Name: Rynn Telver
Age: 25
Height: 177 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Appearance: Mischievous smile, messy chestnut hair, green eyes; lean but muscular.
Profession: Magical Thief (D-Rank Rogue)
Character: Flirtatious, clever, morally flexible.
Speciality: Infiltrated three noble estates undetected—without stealing anything.
Dick Size: 7.1 inches
Tribute Class: 3rd Class (10,000 Narr)

"A thief? What if he steals my tribute money! Reject him."
Julian was amazed by her review.

🔹 [Tribute Request 004]

Name: Tyras of the Flame
Age: 22
Height: 188 cm
Weight: 84 kg
Appearance: Sharp amber eyes, dark red hair, lightly scarred face; radiates heat.
Profession: Elemental Battle Mage (Fire Specialty)
Character: Intense, driven, passionate in speech and combat.
Speciality: Ranked 3rd in the National Mage Tournament.
Dick Size: 8.5 inches
Tribute Class: 1st Class (35,000 Narr)

"A flame guy. He must be reay tasty. His size is also impressive." Lilith commented cheerfully.

"It's not a food review, Lilith. Be serious." Julian replied with a worried look.

🔹 [Tribute Request 005]

Name: Finnian Rosveil
Age: 18
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 69 kg
Appearance: Pretty-boy type, platinum blond hair, smooth skin, soft voice.
Profession: Apprentice Alchemist
Character: Gentle, easily flustered, tries his best.
Speciality: Created a rare aphrodisiac that temporarily boosts charm stat.
Dick Size: 6.5 inches (Virgin 💮)
Tribute Class: 1st Class (Youth + Virgin Discount Applied)
Final Fee: 28,000 Narr

"Hey, look! It's a delicate noble boy. He will be very fun to toy with." Lilith commented with mischievous attitude.

"You are acting like you are very mature. He is the same age as you and probably has more brain." Julian replied cold.

🔹 [Tribute Request 006]

Name: Doro Gravemane
Age: 21
Height: 193 cm
Weight: 96 kg
Appearance: Towering brute, bald with dark tattoos across chest and shoulders.
Profession: A-Rank Mercenary (Warlord Division)
Character: Surprisingly quiet and respectful; loves poetry.
Speciality: Survived 11 large-scale conflicts and never once struck a woman.
Dick Size: 9.1 inches
Tribute Class: 1st Class (35,000 Narr)

"It's a massive brute. I wonder if it will fit me!" Lilith commented mischievously.

"Don't say such thing in front of me." Ren replied, his face blushing.

🔹 [Tribute Request 007]

Name: Ezra Velden
Age: 30
Height: 179 cm
Weight: 72 kg
Appearance: Pale skin, silver hair, wears robes and charms; mysterious aura.
Profession: Spirit Tamer
Character: Calm, cryptic, enjoys silence.
Speciality: Tamed a B-class wind spirit at age 17.
Dick Size: 7.3 inches
Tribute Class: 2nd Class (20,000 Narr)

🔹 [Tribute Request 008]

Name: Calen Dawnsworn
Age: 21
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 78 kg
Appearance: Handsome in a noble way; brown hair and bright blue eyes.
Profession: Noble Scholar / Historian
Character: Intellectual, respectful, gets flustered easily.
Speciality: Authored a thesis on ancient fertility rites that was a bit too detailed.
Dick Size: 7.0 inches (Virgin 💮)
Tribute Class: 1st Class (Youth + Virgin Discount)
Final Fee: 28,000 Narr

"It's a nerd. I don't want him." Lilith replied with disappointment. Julian continued reading.

🔹 [Tribute Request 009]

Name: Rael Thornwick
Age: 22
Height: 186 cm
Weight: 83 kg
Appearance: Tan, rugged, has a battle-worn look and golden piercings.
Profession: Beastmaster (Focus: Predators)
Character: Dominant, cocky, loves a challenge.
Speciality: Tamed a Sabertusk with nothing but a stare.
Dick Size: 8.0 inches
Tribute Class: 2nd Class (20,000 Narr)

🔹 [Tribute Request 010]

Name: Jiro Flint
Age: 20
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 74 kg
Appearance: Tan skin, lean frame, messy black hair; one dimple when he smiles.
Profession: Courier & Street Brawler
Character: Energetic, cocky, flirty.
Speciality: Has a 98% delivery success rate even through monster zones.
Dick Size: 7.2 inches
Tribute Class: 3rd Class (Commoner)
Approved under "exceptional stamina + under-21" clause.
Fee: 8,000 Narr (after 20% youth discount)

"His success rate is amazing. He must have some skill that enables him to evade dangers. I wonder if he can evade my charm, hehehe." Lilith grinning.

🔹 [Tribute Request 011]

Name: Bram the Smith's Son
Age: 21
Height: 188 cm
Weight: 90 kg
Appearance: Broad chest, blacksmith-toned arms, freckles on nose.
Profession: Apprentice Smith
Character: Earnest, shy, hardworking.
Speciality: Forged a battle hammer that an A-Rank adventurer now uses.
Dick Size: 8.3 inches
Tribute Class: 3rd Class (Commoner)
Approved under "strong physique + size + forge skill" exception.
Fee: 10,000 Narr

"This boy is not virgin? Young boys should be virgin." Lilith complained.

"Do you even hear yourself?" Julian replied with a surprised look. After a pause he added, "So, are you selecting any of them?"

"How can I not! All of them are good requests."

"Maybe because someones preferance rules out 80% of the candidates."

"You make me sound like very selfish."

"So, which lucky fishes are being selected?"

#1 Tyrus of the Flame
Good source for mana and magic skills.

#2 Doro Gravemane
Mainly size, also good source of strength.

#3 Finnian Roseveil
Delicate flower

#4 Jiro Flint
Curious of 98% success rate. Might provide some evasion skill.

Her strange sense of choice left julian in awe.

 

Continued...

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of Lilith's body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.
❝Aww~ You’re still reading… I’m so happy. You do love me, right? Then prove it — with a little ❤️. Or else~❞







Chapter 26: 
Julian stood up after closing the final candidate file. "I'll notify the Bureau of your selections."

Lilith yawned, stretching her arms upward like a lazy cat. "Do that. Tell them to bathe, trim, and pray."

Julian raised a brow. "You don't need to say that?"

She didn't answer.

He sighed and headed for the door.

As it clicked shut behind him, Lilith exhaled sharply and let herself collapse onto her bed. Her arms flopped to the sides, one leg dangling off the mattress. Bandages peeked out from beneath her sleepwear, some faintly glowing with healing enchantments.

"Uggghhh... My whole body feels like I got hit by a dungeon."

She tilted her head toward the ceiling, eyes half-lidded.

"In the old world, this pain would've needed three weeks, bedrest, and six guilt-ridden phone calls from my mom. Here? Two potions, a mana wrap, and a nap. Love this place."

Still, something was buzzing at the edge of her vision—system notifications she hadn't checked since escaping the Shade Queen's graveyard.

She blinked.

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[System Notice: Quest Complete]

"Become a Solo Adventurer" – Status: Success

Reward Granted: Skill – Lone Heart Lv.3
➤ +30% All Stats when fighting solo
➤ +1 to all skill levels while fighting solo
➤ Enhanced danger sense, escape instinct, and terrain awareness
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She grinned.

"Oh, right… That broken solo buff. Come to mama."

Another window flashed into view:

[Skill Upgrade Log]

• Battle Instinct Lv.2 → Lv.3

• Ice Bullet Lv.1 → Lv.2 (Lower mana cost, faster cast speed)

• Fire Spark Lv.1 → Lv.2 (Wider burst radius, reduced recoil)

The interface shimmered and reorganized as her updated status screen slid into view:

The status window will be like this

📜 [STATUS WINDOW] 
 
[Name: Lilith Elric]
[Age: 18]
[Class: Immortal Slut]
[Titles: Bunny Slayer, Shadowpiercer]
[Level: 8]
[XP: 785 / 800]
[SP: 20]
[Immortality Countdown: 6d 2h 12m]
 
[Strength: 31] [Speed: 30]
[Agility: 28] [Stamina: 47]
[Mana: 55] [Charm: 87 ]
[Libido: Stabilized]
 
System Skills:
 
Skill Sync (Passive)
Stat Drain (Passive)
•Arousal Field Lv.3 
•Sensual Resonance Lv.1
•Persistence of the Weak Lv.2
•Lone Heart Lv.3
 
Synced Skills
 
•Charisma Lv.1 
•Battle Instinct Lv.3 
 
 
Absorbed Skills
 
•Ice Bullets Lv.2 
•Fire Spark Lv.2
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Lilith's eyes widened slightly as she read the details.

"That's one hell of a haul."

She tilted her head to the side, brushing pink strands from her face as a lazy smile curled her lips.

"Dungeon cleared. Title earned. Four tribute boys incoming. Broken solo buff unlocked. If I died tonight, I'd die smug."

Her eyelids grew heavier. She slid under the covers without even changing, her gear still tossed across the chair, daggers still faintly glowing on the nightstand.

A muffled groan escaped her lips as her body sank deeper into the mattress.

With that final murmur, Lilith drifted into the peaceful sleep of a smug, dangerously horny demi-goddess in training.

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Morning sunlight crept gently through Lilith's curtains, but she didn't stir.

Not even a twitch.

Wrapped in her blanket like a hibernating beast, she was deep in recovery mode from the dungeon raid the day before. Her breathing was slow, her limbs limp, and her bed felt like a personal kingdom she had no intention of abandoning.

No quests. No monsters. No horny nobles. Just sleep.

Then came the knocking.

"Big sis! Big sis! Someone from the TRB is here again!"

Lilith groaned into her pillow.

"Go away."

"He said his name is Elmar! The same guy from before!"

She cracked one eye open. "Elmar…?"

Her lips curled into a deep frown.

"Tell him to come back in the next life."

But Luca was relentless. "He said it's important. He's waiting in the drawing room with royal guards outside. Come on, pleeeease?"

Lilith sighed like a dying ghost.

"…Fine. Give me ten minutes or I'm hexing him."

Ten sluggish minutes later, Lilith stumbled into the bathroom. She washed her face with cold water, fixed her bedhead into a low side braid, and adjusted into a casual but elegant indigo tunic. Still barefoot, she made her way downstairs.

She padded into the dining room and slumped into her chair, grabbing a plate of sliced fruits and bread with honey. Her eyes flicked toward the sitting room where Scribe Elmar sat upright on the couch, back perfectly straight, fingers interlocked. Outside, she spotted the silver trim of the Iron Vow crest on the armor of several guards posted discreetly at the estate's gate.

"You're early for a guy who handles sex paperwork," Lilith muttered through a mouthful of peach.

Elmar stood politely and gave a light bow. "Lady Elric. I apologize for the untimely hour, but I come bearing good news and duty."

Lilith poked a fork into a cube of melon and leaned over the table's edge, offering it toward him with a lazy smirk.

"Want some? As thanks for dragging me out of bed."

Elmar blinked once, clearly unsure how to respond. "…No, thank you, Lady Lilith."

She leaned back, chewing slowly. "Alright. What's the TRB's noble reason for interrupting my sacred rest?"

"Your personal chamber has been prepared," Elmar said. "The bureau has assigned it within Windvale, as per protocol, along with your security detail: a full unit of Iron Vow knights."

That made her sit up straighter. "Wait—already?"

He nodded. "Per your rank and clearance. The building is secure, discreet, and within a safe district of the village. I've come to escort you for inspection."

She squinted at him. "Do I get an assistant too?"

"The captain of the Iron Vow assigned to you will function as your assistant," he replied smoothly. "He will help you manage schedules, screen profiles, and supervise if needed. All Iron Vow knights are specially trained in tribute regulation and female sorcerer safety."

Lilith exhaled. "You people don't mess around."

Elmar gave a slight bow. "Indeed, Lady Elric."

Once breakfast was done and her shoes were finally on, she stepped out with Elmar and the guards. The carriage was ready. She climbed in alongside him, one leg crossed, watching the morning streets blur past.

On the Way – The Iron Vow Squad
As the carriage rolled through Windvale's quieter outskirts, Elmar gestured to the knights riding alongside.

"Your detail consists of four members. All are experienced, loyal, and chosen with consideration for both strength and discretion."

He began pointing each out as their mounts kept pace.

1. Captain Moreau Valehart – Age 32

A man of tall stature with short-cropped brown hair, emerald eyes, and a long crimson cloak denoting her rank. His voice was calm, but commanding. "Lady Elric," she said with a nod, "your safety is my personal charge."

2. Sir Kael Darran – Age 38

A gruff but quiet man with salt-and-pepper hair, scar across his jaw, and a massive tower shield on his back. Former city guard captain. "I don't talk much," he said, "but I listen well. That's what counts."

3. Dame Saria Flint – Age 27

Lean, fast, with a cheeky smile. Dual daggers strapped to his hips. He glanced at Lilith and winked. "If you ever need to ditch a noble in the middle of a meeting, I'm your man."

4. Sir Brell Varn – Age 25

The youngest, with a boyish face and messy black hair. Carried a war spear and looked both eager and nervous. "Ma'am. I mean, Lady. I mean—hi."

Lilith raised an eyebrow. "You sure this one's old enough to guard me?"

Captain Moreau smirked. "He may look soft, but he's got a perfect record."

Lilith looked Brell up and down. "We'll see."

The Tribute Chamber
The carriage stopped at the edge of Windvale's quieter south district—a private street with minimal traffic.

The building before them was solid stone, modest in design but clearly reinforced with security enchantments. Two stories tall, ivy climbing along the edges. A private side gate led to a small garden area.

"Is this… my f*ck palace?" Lilith said, eyes sparkling.

"Your official designation is Tribute Chamber," Elmar corrected stiffly. "This property is leased and maintained by the Bureau. You will find full privacy, necessary amenities, and emergency signaling enchantments within."

They stepped inside.

The ground floor consisted of a clean barracks-style living area with four bedrooms, a kitchen, and a command post for the Iron Vow knights.

Upstairs was entirely Lilith's.

A sunlit waiting lounge. A bathing area. And the main room—spacious, velvet-toned, with clean linen, soft carpets, and a comfortable double bed draped in gold-accented sheets. The room was enchanted for sound-proofing, temperature control, and physical safety.

Lilith ran a hand over the windowsill.

"Elmar, you might be too good at your job."

He adjusted his glasses. "We strive to meet the standards of all registered Tribute Maidens."

Moreau stepped in beside her. "Your first appointments begin soon, Lady Elric. I'll be here to coordinate. You won't be disturbed unless requested."

Lilith nodded. "Thanks. I like my chaos on a schedule."

She looked out the window, a breeze catching her braid. A new chapter was beginning—and this time, she had a full team at her back.

She grinned to herself.

Let the games begin.

As they finished the tour of her new "tribute chamber," Elmar clasped his hands in front of him and cleared his throat.

"Have you… had the chance to review the candidate profiles, Lady Elric?"

Lilith leaned casually against the velvet armrest of the lounge sofa, her arms folded behind her head.

"Mhm. Looked through all eleven last night with my brother."

Elmar blinked. "...Your…?"

"Julian," she said offhandedly. "Don't worry, he's sweet and sworn to secrecy."

Captain Moreau raised an eyebrow at that. Sir Kael's stony face barely twitched, though Dame Saria let out a small laugh.

Elmar nodded slowly. "I see. Have you made your selection?"

Lilith grinned.

"I picked four. Let's see…" She began ticking them off on her fingers, eyes sparkling.

"The fire guy with all that mana…"

"The big brute with the XL-size—definitely not skipping him…"

"The pretty virgin boy who will probably panic when I look at him."

"And the 98% success rate. I need to know what's behind those numbers."

There was a pause.

A very long pause.

Sir Brell coughed and looked away quickly. Dame Saria tried (and failed) to suppress a grin. Moreau blinked once, expression unreadable.

Elmar, to his credit, adjusted his glasses with the solemnity of a man pretending he did not hear what he just heard.

"…Your preferences are… vivid," he said calmly. "I will confirm those appointments immediately. You may begin as early as next Sunday."

"Good," Lilith said, stretching her arms above her head. "I want to ease into the work week."

"A fine choice."

Moreau stepped forward. "We will ensure the chamber is fully prepared by then. I will review protocols with the rest of the squad."

Lilith glanced over the room one more time.

A new base. A new stage.

And in four days, the start of her first official duty as a Tribute Maiden.

"Guess it's time to put in some work," she murmured with a smirk.

Continued...

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.
❝You wouldn’t dare read without pressing the ❤️... would you? You wouldn’t betray me like that… right?~❞






Chapter 27: 
Morning sunlight peeked through the velvet curtains of Lilith's room, casting golden patterns across her floor. She was sprawled diagonally on her oversized bed like a defeated knight post-battle—face buried in a silk pillow, one leg dangling off the edge, blanket twisted around her waist. A quiet snore escaped her slightly open mouth.

Peace.

No alarms. No dungeons. No system alerts.

Until—

[New Quest Assigned!]

→ Learn to Cook (1 Item)

Time Limit: 24h

Penalty: 24h Diarrhea

Reward: Mana-Charged Vibrator (Uncommon)]

 

Lilith's eyelids fluttered. She blinked once, then twice, then stared at the glowing panel above her face.

"…What in the spicy afterlife is this?"

She rubbed her eyes, reread the lines, and groaned as if the gods themselves had cursed her womb.

"A vibrator? Really? That's your definition of a 'motivational reward'?"

She waved the quest window away and turned over, ready to bury herself in ignorance.

"I'm not doing this. There's no way a stupid system can actually punish me for ignoring a side—"

[Trial Penalty Activated: 5-Minute Sample Diarrhea]

A sharp gurgle rumbled through her belly like an erupting volcano.

Lilith froze.

"…You wouldn't dare."

grRRRRUUGHHHH

Her stomach twisted again, violently. She bolted upright.

 

[Hallway – Emergency Mode Activated]

"Oh sh*t—LUCA!!"

Luca, balancing a tray of fresh mango juice and honeyed toast, turned the corner at the worst possible time.

"Morning, big sis—AAGGHH!!"

Lilith barreled into him like a charging beast, sending toast flying, juice soaring, and Luca crashing against the wall.

"Out of the way! Code brown! Emergency evacuation!!"

"Wha—?! Is the house under attack?!"

"No! But my intestines are!!"

[5 Minutes Later – Bathroom of Shame]
Lilith hunched over the sink, her face pale and clammy. Her hands gripped the porcelain like it owed her a favor. Beads of sweat dripped from her brow. The bathroom air was heavy with regret and magical cruelty.

"I've killed monsters. Fought cursed queens. Got bitten by rats. But this...?"

She looked herself in the mirror, eyes hollow with trauma.

"This is hell."

[The Kitchen – Ground Zero]
Gareth Elric was calmly slicing onions with an air of practiced elegance. Each slice was even, precise, disciplined—like everything in his life. Luca stood beside him, still visibly shaken, wiping juice off his tunic.

Then the kitchen door burst open.

Lilith entered like a demon summoned from culinary hell. Hair disheveled. Face flushed. Determination burning in her eyes.

"I want to learn to cook."

Gareth didn't even blink. "What did you eat?"

"Nothing yet."

"That's more terrifying."

"I need to learn. Just one dish. Anything."

Gareth narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"...For personal growth."

A long pause. Gareth sighed and gestured toward the eggs. "Start with frying an egg. If you mess this up, I'm banning you from the kitchen for life."

[Disaster #1 – Egg Apocalypse]
Lilith picked up the egg. She gripped it like it owed her money.

She slammed it against the edge of the pan.

CRACK.

A quarter of the shell plopped in. The yolk broke instantly. Whites hissed and spit as she added oil. Then butter. Then… more oil.

The pan was a crime scene.

The egg curled like a dying animal. A corner caught fire for no reason. Luca had already taken a step back.

Lilith presented the result on a plate. "Voilà."

Gareth stared. "That's not an egg. That's a cry for help."

She beamed. "Taste it."

Silence.

Then Luca—brave, foolish Luca—stepped forward.

"I'll do it. For culinary science."

He cut a piece. Hesitated. Then took a bite.

There was a long, painful pause.

Luca's eyes widened. "Oh no. Oh—no no—"

He dropped the fork and sprinted from the kitchen, knocking over a chair.

Gareth called after him. "Left! The toilet is on the left!"

Lilith winced. "Too much oil?"

"It tasted like betrayal," Gareth replied dryly.

[Disaster #2 – Toast of Death]
Lilith grabbed a slice of bread and threw it into a pan like it was a duel challenge. She added cheese. Then milk. Then cinnamon. Then salt.

Gareth blinked slowly. "Are you trying to summon something?"

"It's a new fusion recipe. Bread pudding toast."

"You're inventing war crimes."

Julian happened to enter at that moment.

"What's—oh dear gods, she's cooking."

Lilith held out the plate like a cursed relic. "Try it."

"Is that… smoking?"

"Adds flavor."

He sniffed. Took a step back.

"Are you sure this is food?"

She smiled dangerously. "Taste it and find out."

Julian hesitated, then picked up a corner.

One bite.

He froze.

Then made a choked sound.

Then sprinted out the kitchen like a man who just unlocked a traumatic memory.

His voice echoed from the hall, "WHY IS IT BURNING TWICE?!"

Lilith dropped the pan onto the stove and buried her face in her hands.

"This is harder than any dungeon…"

Disaster #3 – The Sad Rice Balls
Gareth crossed his arms, standing like a strict cooking instructor who had seen far too much. Lilith wiped sweat from her brow, tying her hair back again.

"I'm making rice balls this time. No fire. No oil. I got this."

"Please don't poison the rice," Gareth muttered under his breath.

Lilith scooped the warm rice confidently, slapped it between her palms with a force that would make sushi chefs weep, and tried to mold it into a perfect triangle.

The result?

A misshapen blob. Like someone chewed a pillow and spit it out.

She added too much salt. Then she dipped it in soy sauce. Then she sprinkled dried seaweed flakes, which she accidentally knocked into the sink.

"Luca!" she called. "Taste test!"

From outside the kitchen: "NO."

"Julian?"

No answer.

"Ren?"

Footsteps retreating upstairs.

"Cowards," Lilith muttered, frowning at the rice blob.

With no volunteers left, she took a deep breath and bit it herself.

A pause.

She immediately spit it back out.

"Blegh! What did I—WHY is it SOUR? I didn't even use lemon!"

Gareth rubbed his temples. "It's amazing. Every dish you make defies logic."

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[System Notification]

[Time is running by]
[Penalty Countdown Warning: Symptoms may begin early]
Note: Mana-Charged Vibrator Reward withheld until successful dish completion.
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Lilith glared at the system window. "You smug bastard. At least tell me what dish to cook!"

"Creativity is part of the test."

She nearly headbutted the counter.

Disaster #4 – Soup of Suspicion
Lilith threw ingredients into a pot like she was forging a magic potion. Water. Salt. Chopped carrots. Onion. A suspicious green herb that might've been for tea. A pinch of sugar. More salt.

Gareth sniffed the air.

"Did you just mix soup and dessert?!"

"Don't question my methods."

Ten minutes later, the kitchen smelled like burned candy and old socks.

Even the soup boiled unevenly, one side bubbling violently while the other stayed calm like it wanted no part of this.

Lilith filled a bowl and turned to offer it to Gareth.

He turned away without a word.

She turned to Julian—who appeared in the doorway just long enough to see the bowl.

He turned and left instantly.

She sighed. "Fine. I'll take another hit for the sake of your learning."

One sip.

Her eyes went blank. Her soul visibly left her body for a moment.

She dropped the spoon. "No more soup."

Rock Bottom – Diarrhea's Shadow Looms
Lilith collapsed at the kitchen table, arms spread, forehead down. She groaned.

"Nothing works. I'm cursed."

"Now you're catching on," Gareth said dryly, sipping tea.

Her stomach made a low rumble.

Lilith froze. "Wait. That wasn't a hunger growl."

[System Warning: Early Penalty Onset Imminent]

"No! I still have time!!" she shouted, leaping up and running back to the pantry.

Final Attempt – Redemption Rice Balls
She stood there, breathing deep. Hands shaking.

"…I can do this. Just need to keep it simple."

She rinsed new rice. Cooked it properly under Gareth's eye. Light seasoning. A bit of sesame oil. No soy sauce bomb. No nuclear flavor experiments.

Then—shaping. She cupped the warm rice gently, molded it slowly, remembered watching Julian make some snacks one lazy afternoon.

Triangle.

Firm.

Tidy.

She added a small piece of dried fish in the center, sealed it, and wrapped it with a strip of seaweed.

She stared at the result like it was sacred.

Gareth peeked over. "…Looks edible."

"Only one way to know."

She handed him the plate.

Gareth picked up the rice ball. Bit in.

Chewed. Slowly.

Paused.

"…It's… decent."

Lilith's eyes widened.

"Wait—you're serious?"

"I'd… eat this on a travel day. If there were no inns nearby."

Which, coming from Gareth, was high praise.

[Quest Complete: Learn to Cook (1 Item)]

[Reward Delivered: Mana-Charged Vibrator (Uncommon)]

[Item stored in inventory: Vibrator – Charges with mana. Use responsibly.]

Lilith stared at the notification. Then burst into laughter.

Gareth raised a brow. "What now?"

"Nothing. Just… feels like the heaven gave me a personal massage coupon for surviving food war."

 

Later That Night – Lilith's Room

She flopped onto her bed, clean, fed, and finally penalty-free.

The vibrator sparkled faintly in her inventory screen like it knew it had been earned through fire and diarrhea.

She stretched out with a groan.

"Kitchen… is the deadliest dungeon of all."

 

Continued...

 

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.
❝I noticed you didn't click the ❤️. It's okay. Mistakes happen. But don't let it happen again, okay~?♥❞









Chapter 28

Saturday Morning – Elric Estate

The sun was already peeking through the curtains by the time Lilith dragged herself out of bed. No urgent quests, no dungeon runs, no looming exams. Just her, her aching muscles from last week’s dungeon, and a blissfully free day before tomorrow’s… event. Yes, her first tribute session.

“Ugh… nine already?” she muttered, brushing a hand through her bed-tousled silver hair.

After washing up and throwing on a soft cream tunic and shorts, she padded downstairs barefoot, still half yawning. The smell of toasted bread and sizzling butter pulled her into the dining hall like a magnet.

At the long table sat the usual morning crowd. Gareth stood at the counter, flipping something in a pan. Thorne was sipping tea with one leg crossed, reading a book. Luca was already on his second plate, swinging his legs as he ate. Julian sat with his ledger open, muttering numbers under his breath.

“Morning,” Lilith said, flopping into the seat next to Julian and reaching for a slice of bread.

“You mean noon,” Gareth said without turning around.

“Let her sleep,” Thorne said, still not looking up. “She is starting a government job from tomorrow.”

“That sounds threatening,” Lilith said through a mouthful of toast.

Julian gave her a side glance. “Please chew before talking.”

She swallowed exaggeratedly and grinned. “Hey, Julian—come shopping with me later. I need a dress. Something that screams goddess descending for sinful deeds.”

Julian blinked. “I have meeting with the supply guild this morning.”

“Excuses,” she pouted. “And I wanted a second opinion on lace.”

Gareth placed a plate in front of her. “If you ruin another good outfit fighting in dungeon, I’m not fixing it.”

Thorne finally glanced over. “Dark colors suit you. Maybe burgundy or midnight blue.”

“See? At least someone gets it.”

Then Luca leaned forward, curious eyes gleaming. “So, uh… is the tribute supposed to bring presents? Or are they just there to… you know?”

Lilith raised an eyebrow. “...You know what?”

Luca's face turned pink. “Like… cuddle and stuff?”

Thorne choked on his tea. Julian looked away. Gareth gave Luca a very slow headshake.

“Cuddle and stuff,” Lilith repeated, deadpan. “That’s exactly the plan.”

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Elric Estate, Main Gate

Lilith stretched her arms above her head as she stepped outside the front door, the warm morning sun kissing her face. The air still carried a hint of dew from the garden, and the faint chirping of birds accompanied the breeze.

At the front gate stood Captain Moreau and Sir Kael, already waiting in uniform. Moreau looked as polished as ever—his crimson cloak resting neatly over his shoulders, arms crossed with a calm, expectant expression. Kael stood silently beside him, hands resting on the hilt of the massive tower shield slung across his back. His scarred jaw gave away nothing.

“Morning,” Lilith greeted as she stepped up to them, one hand lazily brushing her cherry pink hair over her shoulder.

“Lady Elric,” Moreau nodded politely. “Ready to depart?”
“I'm always ready”
“Have you two eaten?” she asked as they turned to walk down the stone-paved path.

“We cook our own meals at the quarters,” Moreau replied. “We’ve been settling in these last three days.”

Lilith gave a little nod. “Right… home cooking knights. That’s rare.”

“It’s cheaper,” Kael said dryly.

They reached the outer part of the Elric estate where a modest carriage awaited, the same one Ren often used. The two knights didn’t bother with riding—they walked beside it as Lilith climbed in. The short ride into the village passed in silence, though Lilith caught Moreau stealing a glance at her once, clearly gauging her mood.

Windvale Village — Tribute Chamber Grounds

The carriage pulled up beside a two-story building nestled quietly at the edge of the village. Stone-walled, clean, and modestly sized, it blended into the surrounding homes but with a little extra polish—newer windows, trimmed hedges, and a painted wooden sign hanging beside the door bearing a silver emblem of the Iron Vow Order.

The moment she stepped out, Saria popped his head around from the garden.

“Morning, boss lady,” he greeted with a wink, wiping dirt off his hands. “You’re just in time. We’re finishing up the herb patch.”

Lilith blinked. “You… garden?”

“Helps calm the nerves,” he grinned.

A few steps behind him, Brell stood with a shovel, slightly out of breath, his hair stuck to his forehead.

“L-Lady—Lilith! Good morning,” he stammered.

She gave them both a casual wave. “How’s the setup going?”

“We’ve arranged all basic furnishings, secured the doors and windows, checked the perimeter,” Moreau answered as he moved to open the front door for her. “All that’s left is customizing the upper chamber to your taste.”

“Finally,” Lilith said, stepping inside. “Let’s see what I’m working with.”

The building interior was clean and tidy. The ground floor had a common room with a small kitchen in the corner and rooms for the knights branching off it. Upstairs, the hallway led to a spacious bedroom with a large bed, crimson velvet curtains, and plenty of open floor space—though it still felt a bit bare.

“We kept it simple,” Saria said, leaning in from behind. “Didn’t want to add anything too personal without your say.”

Lilith stepped into the room, hands on her hips. “Yeah… this needs a woman’s touch. And maybe something to cover up that awful wall color.”

Kael spoke up behind her. “We’ll be outside. If you need anything—”

“I know. Four of you lurking around like overqualified babysitters.” She smirked. “I’ll call if I need backup.”

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Second Floor – Tribute Chamber

Lilith stood silently in the center of the spacious room, arms crossed and gaze slowly scanning the walls, bed, furniture… then again. Her expression grew darker with every passing second.

The Iron Vow knights, who had followed her upstairs, stood nearby—awaiting instructions or maybe praise.

What came instead was—

“Everyone. In. Here. Now.” Lilith’s tone dropped like a guillotine.

The four knights snapped to attention. Captain Moreau blinked, the other three exchanged quick, guilty looks, and within moments they were all inside, standing like soldiers facing judgment.

Lilith turned to them slowly, narrowed eyes blazing.

“I’m disappointed,” she said, voice heavy with feigned sincerity. “I really wanted to believe in you guys. That you were competent. That you had taste.”

The tension spiked. Saria raised an eyebrow. Brell flinched.

“But after seeing this—” Lilith swung an accusatory finger at the room, “—I can say with full confidence that your collective sense of romance and seduction is absolute trash.”

They blinked.

“Well, we're Iron Vow Knights, not interior decorators,” Moreau offered with a frown. “We did what we could—”

“That bed.” Lilith’s voice cut him off as she marched toward the massive centerpiece of the room. “Emerald green sheets? What is this, a nobleman’s hunting lodge?!”

Kael crossed his arms. “That’s a high-quality weave.”

“It’s ugly, it’s stiff, and worse—it’s giving ‘sleep paralysis demon’ vibes!” Lilith snapped. “And the walls?! Who painted them this awful mud beige?!”

“It’s calming,” Saria mumbled.

“It’s depressing,” Lilith countered. “It looks like this place was designed by monks trying to avoid sin.”

“And this—” She stormed over to the plush armchair. “Why does this sofa have side bars? What am I supposed to do with that during—” she paused, giving each of them a slow, knowing glance, “—certain activities?”

Moreau’s brow twitched. “You’re overreacting.”

“I’m underreacting. This is my love room! My domain of sacred pleasure and unholy skill syncs!” Lilith declared, arms spread wide like a queen. “And based on what I’m seeing, I can tell none of you have any experience with women.”

The room went very still.

“I have experience,” Saria said quickly.

Kael scoffed, “Don’t count me out.”

Moreau sighed. “We're not monks, lady Lilith. Just practical men.”

“I’m not convinced,” she said flatly. Then turned to the youngest.

“And you, Brell? You’ve been quiet. What say you?”

Brell stiffened like a deer caught in torchlight. “U-Uh…”

The silence answered for him.

Lilith blinked.

“No.”

“...”

“No. You mean—you're actually a virgin?!”

Brell’s ears turned bright red. “I-I just never found the right time—”

Saria doubled over laughing. “I knew it! Brell, you pure little sapling!”

Kael smirked. “That explains the nervous energy.”

Even Moreau exhaled a quiet chuckle. “Well, that’s one mystery solved.”

Brell hunched his shoulders, muttering under his breath, “This is bullying…”

Lilith clapped once, drawing all attention back to her.

“Okay! Now that we’ve established that this design is a war crime and at least one of you has never even seen a woman naked—let me give you a proper crash course on actual ‘Love Room’ decor.”

She pointed at the bed. “Pink. Silky. Bedsheets. Not cotton. Silk.”

Then at the walls. “Paint them soft pink. And I want blood-red lighting. Dim. Moody. Romantic.”

She walked toward the sofa. “Replace this garbage with a black couch. Flat arms, plush seat. Don’t ask why—it’s a strategic asset.”

Kael mumbled, “That sounds ominous.”

“Tables need to be hip height,” Lilith continued, placing a hand on her waist for demonstration. “No sharp corners. You will regret it otherwise. And I want the walls decorated—fluffy things, cute things, maybe a few tasteful candles.”

She spun dramatically, arms crossed again.

“And since all of this is wrong, no one gets lunch until you bring the right items.”

The knights blinked.

“No dinner either,” she added cruelly, “until this room is a shrine to lust.”

“You’re starving us into aesthetic enlightenment,” Saria muttered.

“Exactly.” She grinned. “Now go.”

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Captain Moreau pinched the bridge of his nose. “...You do realize this is going to cost a handsome amount, right?”

Lilith leaned casually on the flawed armrest of the unloved sofa, crossing one leg over the other, lips curling into a sly, unapologetic smile. “Of course it will. I have exquisite taste. But worry not—this kind of indulgence was already covered.”

“Covered?” Saria asked, suspicious.

“The TRB is responsible for initial tribute logistics, right? Including my, ahem, 'preparation environment'?” she said sweetly. “So send the bill to Scribe Elmar. He’ll take care of it.”

Kael grunted. “You think he’ll agree?”

Lilith shrugged. “He doesn’t have to agree. He just has to process it.”

Meanwhile, in Caelora District TRB Main Office

Scribe Elmar, buried under a small mountain of paperwork, suddenly stopped writing. His pen hovered mid-air as a cold chill crept down his spine.

“...Something terrible is about to hit this month’s budget,” he muttered, eyes twitching.

Back at the Quarters

Lilith gave a grand sweeping gesture toward the door. “Alright, gentlemen—run along. Silk waits for no man.”

Moreau sighed, resigned. “Kael, Saria—let’s go. We’ll need a fabric dealer, candle shop, and... I don’t even know where to buy stuffed rabbits.”

“Don’t worry,” Saria grinned, “I’ve got an idea.”

Kael muttered, “This is absurd.”

As they prepared to leave, Lilith called out casually, “Oh—and Brell stays behind.”

Brell blinked. “Me?”

“You’re on guard duty. Lucky you.” She gave him a wink, which somehow made him even more nervous.

Moreau clapped the poor lad on the shoulder before heading out. “Good luck.”

And then they were gone.

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Lilith flopped onto the plain, soon-to-be-exiled bed with a long sigh, then rolled over and propped herself up on one elbow.

Brell stood awkwardly by the door, spear in hand like he was guarding a queen… or a ticking bomb.

“You can relax,” Lilith said with a lazy stretch. “I’m not going to bite. Not unless you beg for it.”

Brell went red instantly and almost choked on air.

She chuckled softly. “So, tell me, Sir Brell. What's your story?”

He blinked. “M-My story?”

“Yeah. Family? Where you’re from? Hobbies? Any secret dreams? You know, human stuff.”

He hesitated, but then nodded. “Uh… my parents run a small vineyard in the west. I joined the city guard at sixteen, then trained with Iron Vow for three years.”

Lilith listened attentively, resting her chin on her hand. “And hobbies?”

He brightened a little. “I… enjoy drawing. And I like fishing.”

“Cute. Goals?”

He scratched the back of his head. “Well… I’d like to be a proper knight someday. One of the elite, maybe even with my own squire.”

Lilith gave a soft hum. “Not bad. Not bad. And what about romance?”

That earned a full-body flinch.

“…Eh?” Brell asked, voice cracking.

“You heard me. Why are you still holding on to your V-card?” Her tone was teasing but not cruel. “With that face and nice arms, I’m sure someone’s tried.”

Brell’s entire face turned crimson.

“I, uh—th-that’s—I mean—it just… never felt right. The timing, I mean. And the people, and—um…”

Lilith raised her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I get it. Private topic. Dropped.”

She offered a smile that, surprisingly, had no edge to it. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s sweet. There’s no shame in saving something important. Might be a treat for me in the future.”

Brell seemed stunned by that, and maybe a little relieved or confused.

2:00 PM – Return of the Knights

The door burst open as Kael, Moreau, and Saria returned, arms full of extravagant, pastel-colored packages.

“Mission complete,” Saria declared. “Pink sheets, candles, plush bunnies, heart pillows, you name it.”

“We got everything on your list,” Moreau added, sounding exhausted.

Lilith stood, brushing imaginary dust off her skirt. “Excellent. You’ve earned the right to lunch. But decorating starts immediately after.”

“We figured as much,” Kael grunted.

“I’ll go have lunch at home,” Lilith said cheerfully. “Come back after and inspect the ‘new vibe.’ I expect it to be… romantic as hell.”

As she made her way down the path, she called back over her shoulder with a wink.

“Oh, and no sharp corners, remember! My hips are precious!”

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It’s been on stop for two weeks and I'm sorry for that. I was in unstable mental phase (still unstable though).
I'll be continuing regular from today.

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Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.
❝Ehehe~ I wrote this chapter just for you. So if you ignore the ❤️… I might start thinking you don’t appreciate me. And that would be… unfortunate.❞








Chapter 29 

Elric Household

Lilith returned home in time for lunch, slipping through the doors with a faint hum on her lips. Her family was already seated. Gareth was serving soup, Thorne cracking dry jokes at Luca's expense.

"You're late," Gareth said without looking.

"I was supervising important aesthetic operations," she replied, flopping into her seat.

"Sounds shady," Thorne muttered.

"I didn't know aesthetics were part of adventuring," Luca said innocently.

Lilith leaned in close, eyes narrowed. "It not part of adventuring, Luca. It's for my tribute chamber."

Luca blinked. "You mean the cuddling job?"

"…Yes," Lilith smirked.

"I want to cuddle big sis too." Luca claimed enthusiasticly.

Everyone laughing at his claim as he doesn't even know what he is asking for.

"Of course you can cuddle with me all you want. Big sis will squeeze you like a balloon." Lilith relpied while pulling his cheek.

An Hour Later – Julian's Room

Lilith didn't knock. She simply opened the door, sauntered in, and—

"BOOM!"

She launched herself onto Julian's bed with a dramatic bounce.

"Wh—Lilith?!"

He nearly dropped the book he was reading. His glasses slid down his nose as she propped herself up beside him, stretching like a lazy cat.

"Dress shopping," she declared.

"I-I have things to—"

"Postpone. You promised me, remember? Now move it, handsome."

Julian sighed, defeated. "Just give me five minutes."

Tribute Fashion Boutique – Caelora City

It was a posh little shop tucked in a refined district, and unlike most places, it actually had a female section. Small—but real. A tribute fashion boutique that catered to the few rare women who came to claim.

Lilith's eyes sparkled the moment she stepped inside.

Velvet mannequins. Silken robes. Lace-lined corsets. Stockings with garter clasps.

Julian looked like he wanted to evaporate.

She ran her fingers across a semi-transparent black and crimson chemise. "Hmm… too tame."

Then she pulled up a sheer halter piece with side slits that ran all the way up her thighs.

Julian's face turned red. "I—Isn't that a little much?!"

Lilith grinned. "I am supposed to have s*x, Julian. What were you expecting me to wear? Leather armor?"

"I was hoping for… more cloth."

"Oh, sweet summer boy," she cooed. "Tribute sessions aren't about defense."

The shopkeeper, an old man who clearly found them amusing, winked at Lilith and said, "This one's imported from Sertia. Silk-wrapped devil's thread. Stays cool no matter how hot the session gets."

She bought two dress from the shop. Julian carried the bags, his ears still pink.

Evening – Return to Tribute Quarters

The sun was just dipping behind the western ridge as Lilith and Julian arrived at the chamber once more. Saria opened the gate with a sheepish salute.

"Welcome back, Commander of Taste."

Lilith beamed. "I trust the mood has improved?"

"Come see for yourself," Saria said, stepping aside.

She walked inside—and gasped softly.

The bed was now clad in shimmering pink sheets that practically glowed in the candlelight. The walls had been repainted a soft blush hue, with velvet ribbons draped from the corners and fluffy heart-shaped ornaments lining the mantelpiece. The black couch gleamed near the wall, sensibly low and sensuously long. The table had no corners. Everything was as she imagined.

Even Brell, who opened the door for her, looked like he'd come straight from a romance novel set.

Lilith stood still for a moment, then gave a regal nod.

"Acceptable," she said.

Everyone exhaled in relief.

Lilith turned to them with a predator's smile. "Good. Now, let's see if it passes the real test… tomorrow."

Night – Elric Estate

After inspecting the newly decorated chamber and giving it her (reluctant) royal seal of approval, Lilith left the seductive ensemble behind—neatly folded and hidden in the wardrobe of her tribute quarters. No way she was walking down the streets dressed like that. She'd change at the chamber.

By the time she returned home, the stars were already twinkling overhead. The household smelled of roasted herbs and garlic—dinner was on time.

Thorne was just finishing off the stew pot when she slipped into her seat.

"Your 'training base' ready?" he asked casually.

Lilith smirked. "It's ready for all forms of intense cardio."

Gareth narrowed his eyes but said nothing.

Luca, ever the innocent, blinked and muttered, "Cardio is important…?"

Dinner was pleasant. Nobody pressed too hard, though she caught Gareth giving her a few long looks. He knew she was up to something—but also knew better than to ask.

Later – Lilith's Room

Back in her own bed, Lilith lay with her arms folded behind her head, eyes tracing the canopy overhead. Her heart was calm—but her mind wasn't.

She pulled up her system menu.

[Skill Sync] & [Stat Drain]

Two of the most broken abilities in the world, she suspected. And she'd only scratched the surface. Just one tribute session could spike her stats and unlock entire skills from high-tier men.

"I'm not nervous," she whispered to herself. "I'm just… excited. Yes."

She stared at the glowing interface.

Tomorrow… we test everything.

Sleep came slowly—but deeply.

Next Morning – 8:00 AM

Knock knock knock.

"Big sis!"

Luca's voice—cheerful and energetic—pierced her dreams.

"Mmmgh…"

"You're on the schedule! Today's your cuddle work, remember? Up, up!"

Lilith groaned, rolled over, then shot upright as memory slammed into her.

Right.

First tribute encounter. Today.

She washed up quickly, brushed out her long black hair, tied a soft braid across the side, and slipped into a casual day dress—modest and clean, good enough to walk the streets. The real outfit was waiting elsewhere.

Breakfast Table – Elric Estate

The entire family was already gathered.

Thorne looked up from his eggs. "So, the battlefield awaits."

"Try not to kill him," Gareth said, sipping tea.

"You're not dressing like that, are you?" Luca asked. "You're supposed to charm people!"

Lilith smirked and ruffled his hair as she passed. "The killer look comes later."

Julian sat quietly, eyes a little downcast. When she caught his glance, she gave him a tiny wink—and he immediately looked away, red.

They talked little. Her family weren't about to embarrass her too much. But the tension was unmistakable: today was the day Lilith officially stepped into the role fate had dropped on her shoulders.

9:00 AM – Elric Estate Gate

Two figures waited by the entrance, armored and proud.

Captain Moreau Valehart, his crimson cloak fluttering faintly in the morning breeze, gave a curt bow.

Sir Kael Darran, ever-silent, stood like an immovable tree with his tower shield strapped tight.

"Good morning, Lady Elric," Moreau said. "Your chamber awaits."

Lilith smiled and stepped forward.

"Escort away, gentlemen. The flame arrives at ten."

9:30 AM – Tribute Quarters

They arrived without incident. The chamber glowed softly with the morning sun leaking through the upper windows. The pink hue of the walls now felt more natural, the silky sheets smooth and wrinkle-free. Candles were unlit, but everything was in place.

Dame Saria popped out from the downstairs hallway, grinning.

"Everything's ready. I even fluffed the couch pillows twice."

Sir Brell peeked from the kitchen area with a stiff nod, then quickly vanished.

Lilith took a deep breath, standing in front of the chamber door.

"All right, boys," she muttered to herself. "Let's see if the 'Love Room' lives up to the hype."

She stepped into the private suite to change.

Lilith flashed a sly smile, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Then do your job properly, gentlemen. I don't want any awkward interruptions today."

Without waiting for a reply, she made her way to the second floor and into the decorated "Love Room." The scent of fresh linens and floral oils hung in the air, the walls now glowing gently with red-hued lighting, the bed crowned in silky pink sheets. She opened the closet and laid her hands on the new dress—Noctelle.

As she slipped into it, the fabric hugged her like moonlight—soft, cool, and sensual. The slit along her leg opened with each step, and the neckline teased far more than it hid. Lilith smirked to herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, glossing her lips, and giving her body a final appreciative glance. This wasn't just about seduction. It was power.

10:00 a.m. – Outside the Chamber

The young man who arrived at the entrance was nothing short of striking. Tyrus of the Flame carried himself with confident grace. His shoulder-length auburn hair caught the morning light, and his dark mage robe shimmered faintly—black fabric trimmed with golden vines, a crimson line tracing down the center like a controlled ember. In one hand, he carried a short but ornate staff, and in the other—a bouquet of bright, spiral-petaled flame lilies native to the volcanic coasts.

Sir Brell greeted him first, adjusting his spear as he stepped forward. "Name and purpose, please."

"Tyrus of the Flame," the young man answered with a light smile. "I have an audience scheduled with Lady Lilith Elric."

Sir Kael emerged next, holding a compact magical device—its orb-like head pulsing faintly with rune script. "Identification is required. Place your hand on the sphere and channel a small pulse of mana."

Tyrus complied without hesitation. The orb flared gently in red-orange light, revealing a readout hovering in the air—name, mana signature, and affiliation. It matched perfectly.

"Confirmed," Kael said. "Welcome, Mr. Tyrus."

Captain Moreau joined them, nodding once. "We'll escort you upstairs."

As they ascended the staircase, Tyrus glanced around the interior—clean, well-guarded, private. An ideal tribute chamber.

When they reached the second floor, Moreau stopped before a heavy black-lacquered door with polished handles.

He knocked twice. "Lady Lilith. Tyrus of the Flame has arrived."

From within came a smooth, feminine voice—low, playful, commanding.

"…Let him in."

The knights stepped aside. Moreau and Saria remained at attention by the door as Tyrus stepped forward. He gently adjusted the bouquet and staff in his arms, then placed his free hand on the handle.

He turned it and entered the room.

What he found inside made his breath hitch for just a moment.

The Love Room was bathed in soft red-gold lighting, the air warm with notes of rose, vanilla, and spice. The walls were lined with silken ribbons and soft velvet banners, with lace-trimmed curtains catching the breeze.

And there, lounging on the edge of the grand bed—

—Lilith Elric, draped in the dress called Noctelle.

Its silky midnight fabric clung to her body like moonlight over still water, the plunging neckline drawing the eye down, the high slit showing the smooth expanse of her thigh. Her long silver hair cascaded over one shoulder, lips glossed in deep red, eyes half-lidded with calm amusement.

She looked like the kind of woman who could kill with a kiss.

"Good morning, Tyrus," she said, voice sultry but clear.

"Lady Lilith," he said, stepping closer and offering the bouquet with a respectful bow. "A gift to honor the meeting. You look… breathtaking."

She took the flowers, eyes flicking briefly to the staff in his other hand. "I see you came prepared. I like that."

Tyrus smiled, setting his staff gently against the wall. "It would be rude to come empty-handed."

She placed the bouquet in a vase by the bed, then turned back to him.

Her movements were slow, deliberate. The dress named Noctelle shimmered faintly in the crimson glow of the chamber, her every step like that of a panther closing in on prey—not with violence, but with intent.

She moved past him without a word, heels tapping gently against the floor, and sat down on a velvet chair beside the round table positioned near the window. A soft pink cloth lay spread across its polished surface, holding a small porcelain teapot, two cups and saucers, and a tray of pastel sweets.

Lilith crossed her legs and rested her cheek on one hand. Her silver hair spilled over one shoulder, and her lips curved with a smile that was equal parts amusement and challenge.

"Why don't we have some tea first?"

Tyrus bowed his head, playing along with her tone.

"It would be my honor."

He walked across the room, setting down his staff gently against the far wall. As he took his seat opposite her, Lilith's eyes remained on him, calm and curious.

The air between them was warm now—unspoken tension slowly rippling beneath the pleasantries.

She reached for the teapot, lifted the lid, and frowned slightly. "Hmm. It seems the tea has cooled."

Her tone dipped into something silkier. "Would you be kind enough to heat it up…?"

Tyrus chuckled under his breath, then extended two fingers. A gentle stream of orange light flowed into the teapot, surrounding it like a sunlit haze.

Moments later, steam rose from the spout once more.

"There we are," he said smoothly, "Fresh and ready."

Lilith poured the tea with graceful hands. She slid one cup toward him, the clink of porcelain against porcelain soft but deliberate. He accepted it with thanks.

As he sipped, she leaned forward slightly across the table. Her cleavage peeked just enough from Noctelle's low neckline, and her voice lowered a touch.

"So… Tyrus of the Flame," she began, her tone teasing but curious, "Tell me something real about yourself. Something not in your tribute file."

Tyrus set down his cup with an amused smirk. "Hmm. I suppose… I once tried to court a noble's daughter by conjuring a rain of flame petals over her balcony."

Lilith blinked, arching a brow. "And?"

"She thought it was an assassination attempt. I spent the next week in chains."

She laughed—soft, musical, and surprisingly genuine.

"Maybe you'll do better today."

"I certainly hope so," he replied with a small bow of the head.

Then, as if remembering something, he reached into the fold of his mage robe and pulled out a small, elegant bottle. The glass was dark violet, its neck wrapped in silver thread, and the seal bore the mark of a high-tier alchemist.

"A gift," he said, offering it with two hands. "Exotic perfume. Said to be crafted from the blossoms that only bloom atop Mt. Ivernas during lunar eclipses."

Lilith took it delicately, inspecting the vial with narrowed eyes and a sly smile.

"Looks expensive."

"It was. But I came prepared."

She uncorked it—just enough to let the scent slip out. A soft, enchanting fragrance floated between them—floral, but sharp with something primal underneath. Like a memory you couldn't name, but didn't want to forget.

Lilith's lips curled upward.

"Apply it for me."

Tyrus froze.

Just for a breath.

Then he stood without a word and stepped around the table. Lilith remained seated, tilting her head to the side, baring the curve of her neck.

Tyrus leaned in, his breath just brushing her collarbone as he dabbed the perfume along her pulse point with gentle precision.

The scent clung to her skin.

His fingers trembled slightly.

Lilith whispered, "Not done yet."

She tilted her wrist up, offering her inner arm this time. "Here too."

Tyrus obeyed. His fingertips grazed her skin as he applied the perfume, the air between them now thick with heat that had nothing to do with fire magic.

And then—

She turned her face slightly. Their eyes locked at close range.

Her voice, low and dangerous, brushed his ear like silk.

"Let's see your heat, Tyrus of the Flame"

Continued...
(Spice next chapter)

Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now become a yokai and came to haunt me and she has something to say to you all.
❝Darling~ every time you press that «Power Stone», it's like a little love letter to me. So don't ever forget again. I'm always watching. Always~♥❞






Chapter 30 

Tyrus put down the perfume as it was not necessary anymore. He grabbed Lilith on her shoulder and took her on the bed. Lilith now completely defenseless, offering him to take over her body. Tyrus did no mistake in reading her sign.

Tyrus pushed her down the bed and leaned over her body. Lilith feeling his face too close, moved her face on the sideways. Tyrus kissed her neck. He didn't stop at one. He started a chain of sof kisses, slowly going down from her neck to her chest. Lilith's breath is growing heavy.

Lilith pulled his robe, signaling him to take them off. Tyrus then got over from her and pulled off his robe. Under the robe was a thin t-shirt and a trouser. Tyrus took off the t-shirt too, revealing his muscular body. His body was too fit for a mage, more like a knight. There were long hairs on his chest.

Lilith touched his chest and then took down her hand, hinting him to continue. Tyrus then touched the thin sleve of her dress and pulled it down her shoulder. Then pulled down the dress from her chest to free the D-cup honey buns. He touched on of them, Lilith felt a jolt of sensation. Tyrus then grabbed both of her assets with his hands. His giant palm of hands were not enough to cover them all. His fingers drowned in the softness of her honey buns. With a fine squeeze, Lilith let out a soft moan.
Mmm

Lilith then pushed off Tyrus to other side and then climbed on him like a cat climbs on their owner. She pulled down his trouser saying, "Let's see how big a meat wand you have." her voice low but sluttery.

With a swift pull, she took of his trouser and a big meat wand came out. It was already hard, though not to it's prime. Lilith held his meat wand with her hand. It was stiff and warm. With a gentle movement, the meat wand started to grow more.

Lilith started moving her hands up and down, causing the meat wand to grow to it's fullest. It became more hard and hot.
"Looks like it's ready to play. Let's get this little thing warmed up."

Lilith slowly licked his cock from bottom to top. A very long lick. She then put the thing inside her mouth. She can taste the meat wand, as it's not really tasty but sensation is worth it. She took half of the cock inside her mouth and then making with wet with her saliva, moving her tongue around his cock. This action made him feel a deep sensation.

Lilith started moving her mouth up and down making a satisfying sound.
Slurp Slurp
Slurp Slurp

The room filled with the sound like a melody. Every movement of Lilith's mouth and her tongue ran a strong sensation on Tyrus. Though Tyrus had sex few times before, none of them were this passionate like her. They were just doing a job. But it's not the same in this time around. Lilith was sucking his cock passionately and it was hard for him to hold back his cum.

Lilith continued to suck his cock, taking a breather every now and then. She changed her sucking pattern, making Tyrus more aroused. As she could feel that his cock was raring, she realized it was coming very soon. She increased her speed and the rhythm around the room became more louder.
Slurp Slurp Slurp Slurp
Slurp Slurp Slurp Slurp

Tyrus could not hold back anymore and released a big load of cum inside Lilith's mouth. It almost filled her mouth. Lilith was unsure of what to do with this mouthful of cum. So she swallowed them without much of a thought.

Tyrus' cock started to get smaller after the erection. Lilith licked it clearly and cleaned the remaining cum on his dick.

After cleaning up his cock Lilith said, "Now It's your turn to satisfy me." She then lies on the bed then spread her legs.

Tyrus then got on his knees and pulled down her entire dress at one go, making her completely naked. Her beauty can be seen in the blood red light in the room. She was completely vulnerable, waiting for someone to conquer her body.

Tyrus then grabbed her thighs and pushed them far, making her pink spot completely visible. It's was like a tender sweet. He reached both of his hands towards her pink pussy. Spreading her outer labia with his two thumbs.

The touch of a man on her sweet spot made Lilith shiver in sensation. She said, "Show me the warmth of your mouth. I want to feel the warmth of your fire."

Tyrus then confidently reached his tongue in her pussy. It was already wet. He touched her pussy with the tip of his tongue. It felt sweet and addictive. The few women he had sex with were not as charming as her. She is like a 40 year old alcohol. He then used his tongue more actively. Making her moan in pleasure.
Ahmm mmm

The more he licked her pussy the more juice it released. Lilith's body started twitching in pleasure. She could feel the pleasure. She let out sweet moans of pleasure.

Mmh

Yeah, aah

"Just like that Tyrus. Lick me more. Make me cum in pleasure."
Ahmm

Tyrus started licking and sucking her wet pussy with more enthusiasm. He pushed his tongue further inside her body and started stimulating her clitoris.

With her insides being licked and the teasing in her clitoris Lilith reached her climax. She had orgasm with a loud moan. Juices started flowing out of her pussy.

 

Tyrus looked at her face and she was flushed with her face bright red, she didn't speak but she was pleading with her eyes and Tyrus answered her.

"Ahhhh..." Lilith screamed as Tyrus plunged his dick deep into her wet hole.

Tyrus didn't waste any time and quickly picked up his pace slamming his dick continuously into her pussy causing her to moan even louder.

Tyrus took quick breaths as he held her waist and continued his motion, Lilith's pussy was like a warm haven currently hugging his huge dick.

After minutes of ramming her pussy, Tyrus pulled his dick out and without wasting time he raised both of her legs and placed them on his shoulder, immediately he slammed his dick back in.

Tyrus now had both of her legs in front of him and with his hands he held them tightly as he increased his motion drilling his dick into Lilith's pussy.

"Y-Yes...more...just like that...Ahhann" Lilith moaned as she held the table with Tyrus thrusting his dick in and out of her wet hole.

Both of their body moved back and forth each time Tyrus thrust his dick in, and every time his dick went in she felt like losing her mind.

Tyrus had a huge dick which filled her entire pussy and she was just too horny to think of anything else.

'Fuck, my head is all blank, why hasn't she orgasmed yet, we've been at this for some time now and my dick is reaching its peak' Tyrus muttered.

Tyrus wasn't sure how long his dick could go for but still he continued thrusting.

Tyrus had been at this for some minutes now and Lilith was just moaning loudly, but he was already close to his peak.

Tyrus pulled his dick out and Lilith was totally out of breath as she couldn't even speak but she still hasn't orgasms so Tyrus flip her to the other side with her ass facing towards him.

He grabbed her ass and dug his hands into it, she quickly spread her legs and Tyrus once again positioned his dick in front of her wet hole.

Even though her breasts were small, her ass was a different story, she had large hips with soft ass that his could sink into.

Tyrus couldn't resist the urge to smack her ass which caused it to ripple as it bounced up and down leaving a red print of his hands on her ass.

"Put it in..." Lilith muttered and Tyrus wasted no time in ramming his dick back into her pussy.

She moaned loudly and Tyrus reached forward and grabbed her boobs as he began to pound her from behind.

Moaning and slapping sounds filled the living room as Tyrus was moving like a machine made to fuck her brains out.

"Ahann...nggnn...Ohh," She moaned loudly as Tyrus pounded her pussy.

Grunting sounds escaped his lips as he felt pleasure wash over him, Lilith wasn't that tight, but he didn't care, and mostly importantly she was good, moving her waist in sync as he increased his pace, plunging his dick deeper each time into her pussy.

He held her waist with both of his hands and moved back and forth ramming his dick in and out of her pussy, creating slapping sounds with each thrust.

"Oh...ohh...Ahhaann...nggnn..." Lilith moaned loudly as her head went blank, she had had sex, not just once but this, this was just different for her, she couldn't believe someone could make her want sex like this.

Lilith couldn't muffle her moans since she used both of her hands to hold the bed sheet but she wasn't even trying to as the pleasure she felt was too much for her to think of other things.

Tyrus was banging her so hard she tried to hold on each time he plunged his dick in; it felt like his dick was emptying her brain, and she couldn't think straight; she wanted this to continue forever.

The way he moved was precise, he was so good she couldn't believe he was this experienced, and each time his dick was plunged inside her pussy, she felt like she was going to orgasm, and finally, it came.

After a long f*cking she finally reached her peak, Tyrus on the other hand was trying not to cum but he began letting out grunts as his dick finally exploded.

Lilith convulsed and let out a loud moan as she finally reached her peak; her back arched, her eyes rolled back, and a smile was plastered on her face as Tyrus pulled his dick out, and her love juices began leaking out.

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Chapter 31

The room was heavy with heat and the scent of sweat, perfume, and something uniquely primal. The crimson glow of the chamber bathed their bare bodies in soft shadows, casting long lines across the silken sheets of the bed.

Lilith lay sprawled, limbs loose, chest rising and falling slowly as her breath evened out. Her cherry-pink hair clung to her shoulders, and a satisfied smirk curled on her lips.

Ding!

The familiar chime echoed softly in her mind.

📜 [SYSTEM UPDATE]

[Skill Sync activated]

[Skill Acquired: Elarion Manipulation Lv.1]

[Stat Drain activated]

[Stamina +7] → [Stamina: 54]

[Mana +25] → [Mana: 80]

[Agility +5] → [Agility: 33]

She blinked.

"Hmm?"

Her brows twitched.

She tapped open her interface with a thought.

📜 [STATUS WINDOW]

[Name: Lilith Elric]

[Age: 18]

[Class: Immortal Slut]

[Titles: Bunny Slayer, Shadowpiercer]

[Level: 8]

[XP: 785 / 800]

[SP: 20]

[Immortality Countdown: 6d 24h 59m]

[Strength: 31] [Speed: 30]

[Agility: 33] [Stamina: 54]

[Mana: 80] [Charm: 87]

[Libido: Stabilized]

System Skills:

Skill Sync (Passive)

Stat Drain (Passive)

•Arousal Field Lv.3

•Sensual Resonance Lv.1

•Persistence of the Weak Lv.2

•Lone Heart Lv.3

Synced Skills:

•Charisma Lv.1

•Battle Instinct Lv.3

Absorbed Skills:

•Ice Bullets Lv.2

•Fire Spark Lv.2

•Elarion Manipulation Lv.1

Inventory

•Mana Vibrator

Lilith let out a soft, amused hum.

"Elarion Manipulation…? Not fire?" she muttered. Elarion is the name of this planet. So It's basically earth manipulation. "I just slept with the Flame guy and got earth instead. How does that even work?"

Still, the mana boost was undeniable. From 55 to 80 in a single go? That was a jackpot.

Just as she was processing the update, she heard the gentle rustle of cloth beside her.

She turned her head lazily.

Tyrus had already stood up. He had pulled on his robe and was now adjusting his sash, still slightly flushed but otherwise composed. His eyes darted away the moment they met hers—maybe from politeness, or maybe just fear.

Lilith sat up, the sheets slipping to reveal her bare shoulders.

"And… where do you think you're going?"

Tyrus paused mid-movement.

"I—I assumed the session was complete," he said carefully. "You seemed... satisfied."

Lilith's eyes gleamed.

"Satisfied? Oh, darling..." She crossed her legs, voice low and dangerous. "I'm not done yet."

He blinked, unsure if she was joking.

"You're not leaving until you've done it two more times," she added, a wicked smile forming. "You paid a heavy tribute fee, didn't you? I'll make sure you get your money's worth."

Tyrus looked like a rabbit caught in a trap woven from silk and lust.

"I—two more? But that's—"

"A rare opportunity," she cut him off, stretching slowly. "Most men would die for this. You're just being... drained a bit." She gave him a teasing wink. "Consider it rare opportunity."

His shoulders slumped slightly. "I… I've never had a woman ask again."

"Well," Lilith said, rising from the bed with predatory grace, "Get used to surprises."

She reached for him, already wrapping an arm around his waist.

His robe slipped again.

The second round was about to begin.

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Lilith took a towel and wiped her pussy that is covered in her pussy juice and cum. She then wiped Tyrus' dick too. And ready for the second round.

She took his dick in her hands, licked it like Ice-cream before puting it completely inside her mouth. His dick was sensitive after cuming so it sent a jolt of shock through his body and his dick started to grow again.

Lilith with her talent of mouth kept sucking the tired dick. Inspiring it to become hard again. It slowly answered to her call. The sound of sucking filled the room again.

Slurp Slurp Slurp

She didn't went all the way through her mouth because blowjob doesn't give any stats. After his dick was hard again, Lilith leaned on the cornerless table, spread her legs and invite Tyrus to enter inside her.

Tyrus couldn't help it as he grabbed her meaty ass, and his hands dug in; he smacked her ass cheek, making her ass ripple as it bounced up, and he wasted no time in positioning his dick in front of her wet hole.

Tyrus used his dick to touch her wet pussy a few times, causing her to shiver in anticipation; he could feel her shaking slightly till he finally thrust his dick in.

She let out a muffled scream as Tyrus broke through her hymen in a single thrust.

Tyrus held onto her ass as he felt like his dick was stuck while she releasing soft sounds of moan.

Tyrus was currently in the realm beyond; her pussy felt like he had connected with the divine being in heaven; Tyrus couldn't help it as his mind went blank from the pleasure he felt.

Tyrus finally moved back and thrust his dick in again as hard as he could causing Lilith to let out another muffled scream.

Tyrus still couldn't move as he wanted as her meat walls squeezed against his dick so hard it felt like his dick was going to get crushed but he didn't care as he moved his waist back again and thrust forward with all his strength. The table started making weird noise.

Tyrus repeated the motion a few times before he started moving faster. Her pussy was just too good for him to stop, Tyrus continued plowing her pussy, and his speed increased over time, and slowly, Lilith began to let out little moans of pleasure.

Tyrus held Lilith's ass tightly, and his hands sunk into them as he increased the pace of his thrusts; he was now able to fuck her as fast as he wanted, and Tyrus rammed her pussy as his life depended on it.

Slapping sounds filled the room as Tyrus continued thrusting as hard as he could while Lilith couldn't cover her mouth as she moaned loudly.

"Oh my... Ahaann...yes yes... ahhaann," Lilith moaned as Tyrus plowed her pussy; this was the best thing that had happened in her life since she was born; she couldn't think straight; his dick emptied her brain as Tyrus rammed his dick deep in her wet hole.

"Ahh~Ahaann... do..n't stop, p.. please don't stop...ahaanggnn," Lilith muttered broken words in between her moans as she felt something. She could feel herself close to the peak, and she wasn't alone.

Tyrus, who had just come, could feel pressure building in his dick; it was a surprise he lasted this long, given the way he felt when he plunged his dick.

Tyrus increased his pace fucking her roughly as he held onto her waist; the slapping sounds increased from his crotch hitting her ass; Lilith moaned loudly and held tightly onto the wall as her tongue was sticking out of her mouth.

Both of them were close, and finally, Lilith was the first to reach her peak; her legs trembled as she squirmed, but Tyrus didn't stop till his dick started squirting jizz in her pussy.

Tyrus then sat on the bed, completely tired and has no stamina. Lilith is still leaning on the table. Pussy juice mixed cum is falling drop by drop from her throbbing pussy. Some system notification appeared but she ignored them.

She took a deep breath and said, "One more time."

Tyrus was at a loss. He couldn't get hard even if he wanted to. He said calmly, "Lady Lilith, I don't think my body is willing to continue anymore."

"Are you sure that's what your body is saying?" she replied with a mischievous smile.

[Arousal Field Lv.3 activated]

A pulse of invissible energy flew through the room. Tyrus' desires started to rise up. His mind going fuzzy, body heat rising and so his

meat stick.

Lilith sat on the black couch. Time to make the real use of it.

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As Tyrus sat on the couch, Lilith sat on him in a cowgirl position. Tyrus grunted as her pussy hugged his dick, immediately he held Lilith's waist with his hands around her back and began to plow her pussy roughly.

"Ahhann...ahh" Lilith moaned breathing heavily as Tyrus's entire length went in and out of her pussy.

Tyrus was currently flying in the sky as he rammed Lilith's pussy as hard as he could, Lilith moaned as she mumbled broken words that Tyrus couldn't understand and he didn't try to and focused on her wet pussy that was currently draining the life from his dick.

Tyrus didn't care about that as he continued ramming his dick into her pussy; Lilith couldn't believe how good this felt as her both jerk back and forth each time Tyrus's dick went in.

Tyrus's dick was feeling too much for her to handle, and he wasn't just going in and out; he was thrusting his dick harder each time causing her to continue letting out loud moans.

"Ahhann...Nggnn..." Lilith moaned as Tyrus continued ramming her pussy furiously.

Tyrus pulled out the next moment and pulled his hands away, Lilith was panting heavily, he tongue out of her mouth and she wanted to question why she moan stopped but he wasn't done as he held her and moved her to the bed which she did Immediately.

Lilith landed on the bed and spread her legs open, Tyrus moved in dragging her to the edge of the bed and immediately positioning his dick in front of her pussy.

His dick was throbbing so hard, he felt like it he doesn't resume fucking her it was going to explode, but the next moment all the pleasure he felt returned as he thrust his dick into her wet hole.

To Tyrus if felt like this was the very first time as she was still as tight, Tyrus waited for few seconds before resuming his thrusting, ramming his dick each time with more force into her pussy.

Tyrus held both of her legs upward a little and increased his motion fucking her missionary style.

Wet sloppy sounds were produced as he continued ramming her pussy while she moaned at the top of her voice, and they continued for a while both of them not reaching their peak since they already had.

Tyrus had cum more times today than he's ever did in his life, not counting the times alone he had in the bath, taking a long shower.

Soon, he was tired of this position, so he stopped, dropped her legs, and flipped her over.

Lilith was already in cloud nine when this happened, immediately Tyrus turned her around she understood what he wanted and raised her ass up with her pussy in front of him.

A smile formed on Tyrus's face as he plunged the entirety of his cock into her pussy.

"Ohh...Ahh~Ahann..." Lilith moaned loudly.

Tyrus couldn't see her face but she was moaning so loud, louder than before but he didn't care neither did she, even though anyone were to hear, nothing unusual was happening.

Tyrus wasted no time and quickly began thrusting in and out of her wet hole, slapping sounds were generated as both of their body collided.

Both of them had stepped in the clouds, and right now, the pleasure they felt was greater than anything.

Tyrus increased his pace, and each thrust generated more slapping sounds, making her moan even more.

Tyrus's dick was big and reaching even the deepest part of her pussy, filling her up like never before; Lilith couldn't believe she was this amazed by him.

All sorts of thoughts were running through his head, Lilith was the best of the best, he couldn't understand what was happening but it was like he was fucking a literal goddess, this was definitely going to be the first of many, he wasn't going to stop after tasting this.

"More... Ahhann... Nggnn, My..."

She mumbled broken words in between moans as she began to convulse and vibrate. Tyrus was also at the edge as he felt pressure building, but he continued strong.

She screamed, and soon love juices began flowing out of her pussy, but Tyrus was still going, and finally, he also reached his peak, shooting his seeds inside her pussy before pulling out.

He backed away, breathing heavily, and Lilith collapsed on the bed as fluids leak down her leg.

Continued...

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Chapter 32

The silk bed sheets under their body all wrinkled and damp with sweat and satisfaction.

Lilith lay sprawled on her back, hair splayed like pink waves around her, a flushed smile lingering on her lips. Beside her, Tyrus of the Flame lay motionless—arms stretched, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded as if questioning reality itself.

Neither spoke for a while. Their bodies hummed from exertion, and the silence was one of mutual understanding: they had survived a war.

Finally, with a breathless chuckle, Tyrus broke the silence.

"I must admit… I've faced plenty of battlefields, been stranded in elemental storms, and once survived six days without water in the Scarlet Wastes," he panted, "But I've never been this exhausted and satisfied at the same time."

Lilith turned her head slightly, giving him a lazy, amused glance.

"Oh? Is that a compliment?"

He exhaled, smiling faintly. "You're… something else. I'm starting to think you're one of those succubi from ancient legends."

Lilith raised a brow, smirking. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

He laughed weakly, still catching his breath.

Then, she rolled onto her side and propped her head up with one hand, her voice sweet and dangerous.

"It's already past noon, you know. If you stay for lunch... we can go for another round after."

Tyrus sat up instantly, nearly stumbling. "I'd rather not die from nutrition deficiency, thank you very much."

Lilith giggled. "Coward."

They lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, Tyrus managed to gather his strength and slid out of bed, dressing himself with a touch more haste than grace. Lilith also rose, stretching languidly before slipping into something proper. Their eyes met one final time.

"I mean this sincerely," Tyrus said, standing by the door, "Thank you for today. You've… exceeded every expectation. I'll definitely return."

Lilith gave a playful curtsy. "I'll be waiting."

Outside, Downstairs

Captain Moreau and Sir Kael stood near the entrance, while Saria lounged on the porch steps, twirling a dagger idly. Brell was busy checking supplies when the door opened.

Tyrus emerged, robes slightly disheveled, complexion pale but glowing with... spiritual damage.

Sir Kael raised a brow. "You sure took your time."

Saria smirked. "You look like you aged five years."

Tyrus gave a hollow chuckle. "Everything went... too well."

Moreau simply nodded. "We'll mark the report as complete."

With that, Tyrus gave a polite nod and left, walking away like a man who had narrowly survived a natural disaster.

Back Upstairs

Lilith stood beneath the warm spray of her enchanted shower, letting the steam cleanse her skin and soothe her sore muscles. She watched the water trickle down, feeling a sense of pride.

Then—

📜 [SYSTEM UPDATE]

[Stat Drain Complete]

[Speed +4] → [Speed: 34]

[Stamina +4] → [Stamina: 58]

[Strength +4] → [Strength: 35]

[Mana +15] → [Mana: 95]

She whistled.

"That's a haul."

Her magic reserves were now strong enough to truly depend on spellwork in battle. No more being a one-shot glass cannon.

"This alone was worth the effort," she mused, toweling herself dry.

Downstairs – Chamber Entrance

Lilith descended, freshly dressed and glowing. The Iron Vow knights were gathered around, chatting idly. They straightened when they saw her.

Captain Moreau gave a nod. "Lady Lilith. Everything went smoothly?"

Lilith gave a sly grin. "Smooth is one way to put it."

Brell, still red from their last private chat, avoided eye contact. Saria raised a curious brow. "So? How was your first tribute session?"

Lilith leaned against the railing, one hand on her hip.

"Let's just say... it was a memorable exchange of energy."

Saria whistled. Kael coughed into his fist, pretending not to hear. Brell looked like he might combust.

Lilith giggled. "Relax, gentlemen. I'm not going to write a report on it... unless it's a royal decree."

She joined them for a short chat, her mood light, her steps relaxed. The chamber was quiet again—for now.

But it wouldn't be long before chaos returned.

After finishing her chat with the Iron Vows and ensuring the chamber was secure, Lilith stepped outside, the midday sun washing over her like a reset button. She took a deep breath, tied her hair into a loose ponytail, and began her walk home.

Her pace was slow but satisfied.

Elric Estate – Dining Hall, Early Afternoon

The long wooden table was already set when Lilith arrived, and the delicious aroma of roasted meat, herbs, and soft bread filled the air.

Everyone was present.

Gareth was ladling stew into bowls. Thorne was pouring drinks. Ren leaned back with his usual cool smugness. Luca sat upright, eyes wide, clearly waiting to bombard her with questions. Julian looked up from his seat and smiled as she entered.

"Welcome back, sis," he greeted. "You look… glowing."

"I feel glowing," Lilith said with a chuckle, sliding into her seat.

The family didn't wait long.

"So…" Gareth said, his brow raised. "How did it go? Your first tribute session, I mean."

Luca nearly bounced in his seat. "Was he nice? Was he nervous? Did he give you a gift?"

Thorne smirked, "More importantly… was he worth the trouble?"

Lilith sipped her drink slowly, letting the suspense build. Then she smiled. "He brought flowers, perfume, and nearly passed out twice. So yeah—worth every narr."

Laughter erupted around the table.

Ren clapped the table. "Somehow I feel bad for the guy."

Gareth looked mildly horrified but proud. "I'm glad the client was respectable."

"Honestly, he was kind," Lilith said with a soft smile. "A little surprised I pushed for three rounds, though."

Julian choked on his drink. "Three?!"

Thorne whistled. "You trying to break the poor guy on the first day?"

"Just using my blessings efficiently," Lilith said with mock innocence.

They all shared a hearty laugh, the awkwardness melting under familiarity and fondness.

A Sudden Proposal

As the table quieted and they leaned back in their seats, full and content, Thorne wiped his mouth and leaned forward conspiratorially.

"Well, I've got a little suggestion," he began. "Since we're all in good spirits and Lilith's first major job went well…"

Everyone perked up.

"There's the Sunpetal Bloom Festival starting tomorrow in Velderain—a nice town to the southeast. It's a three-day thing. Food stalls, dance parades, even sky lanterns at night."

Luca gasped. "Yes! I read about that! They have those giant floating lily pads on the river and—Oh! Oh! There's a love fortune booth where you draw your romantic fate!"

Lilith's inner thoughts:

What do they mean by romantic fate? It's not like men and women can make a couple. There are nowhere enough women for that. Could it be it's a Yaoi type romance?

Ren raised a brow. "I assume you're going for the snacks."

"I'm going for everything," Luca declared proudly.

Lilith smiled, leaning back in her chair. "Sounds tempting."

Thorne looked at her. "What do you say? We can rent a carriage. Take it easy. Enjoy a couple days before your next tribute."

Lilith considered. "Hmm… I could use a break."

Then she glanced at the window.

"I'll need to check with the Iron Vows. Might be smart to take them along, just in case."

"Bodyguards for a festival trip?" Ren asked.

"Well, they don't really have anything to do." she said, stretching her arms. "Wouldn't hurt to tag them along."

The sun was warm and gentle as the Elric family's carriage rumbled along the cobbled path. Just beyond the hills, the vibrant town of Velderain came into view—its rooftops dotted with flags, lanterns, and flower garlands. From a distance, the whole town looked like it had been dipped in gold and pink, the festival spirit already in full swing.

Lilith sat by the window in a light travel cloak, her cheeks resting in her palm, watching the view pass by. Beside her sat Luca, too energetic to stay still. Across from them were Thorne and Gareth, deep in a quiet conversation, and behind them followed another carriage—the one carrying the Iron Vow knights.

She had invited all four of them—Moreau, Kael, Saria, and Brell—under the justification of "security detail," but secretly, Lilith was growing oddly fond of the awkward little team. Especially Brell. He had stammered the entire morning while helping load their luggage.

"Look!" Luca leaned forward, pointing. "You can see the river! They weren't kidding about the lily pads—those are huge!"

Sure enough, the silver-blue river Velden ran along the eastern side of the town, and dozens of floating lily platforms—decorated with petals, torches, and soft cushions—bobbed peacefully. Musicians played harps and flutes on some of them, while others hosted couples or performers in painted masks.

"It's beautiful," Lilith murmured.

"We're lucky," Thorne added. "This festival only happens once a year, when the sunpetals bloom. And Velderain isn't too crowded yet."

As they crossed the wooden bridge into town, they were greeted by lively townsfolk wearing colorful shawls and garlands. The scent of sweet spices and grilled skewers wafted through the air, blending with the soft strumming of lutes and the distant laughter of children chasing fluttering paper birds.

The carriages slowed.

The Iron Vow knights rode up alongside the main carriage, Captain Moreau nodding through the open window. "We've arranged lodging near the riverside garden district. Close to the festivities, but with enough privacy for your safety."

"Excellent work, Captain," Lilith said with a smile. "I expect nothing less."

They pulled into a cozy inn called "The Whispering Lantern." Its wooden facade was decorated with silk streamers, and lanterns hung from every eave. A kind-eyed innkeeper greeted them with a bow, already briefed by the Iron Vows.

Luggage was quickly carried in, and everyone was shown to their rooms.

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