MILF Desire System: The Degenerate Son's Forbidden Path

The system still wasn’t done though; it had looked at all that and decided it wasn’t about to embarrass itself by throwing him into the world unprepared.

[Primordial Rod!]

[Description: Pathetic! Host’s current nine inches is pathetic! With the Primordial Rod, Host’s slayer will not only grow longer and thicker in girth, but Host can also manipulate the, size, shape, texture of the weapon... and gain slight temperature control!]

Damon’s jaw actually dropped... where did the system getting all this anger for his dick?

"Oh my fucking gods..." fuck it, he didnt seem to care.

He stared at the description like it had just personally insulted him and then offered him the solution in the same breath. His current size — the same size he’d been quietly proud of for years, the one number in his life he’d never once felt insecure about — had just been called pathetic by a cosmic system.

"Pathetic," he repeated, wounded... husband anger finally came after the surprise. "Nine inches. Pathetic. You cosmic bastard."

And then it promised to fix it. Longer. Thicker. Texture control. Temperature control.

His brain caught up to that last part about two seconds later and his cock throbbed so hard it almost hurt.

’I guess, I might as well forgive you if youre this generous enough to give me an even better dick.’

Texture! Damon could change how he felt inside her little wet pussy and he could go from smooth when he was working her open slow, taking his time, letting her get used to the size or maybe in case it was a quickie and he had to fuck her fast; he could enter her little dry snatch without hurting her; she would get wet in the process as he fucks her soul out.

He could then change to ridged when she was already gone, already clenching herself around his dick, already making that noise women made when they’d stopped being polite — every ridge dragging along her walls on the way out, every single stroke hitting like a new toy she didn’t know existed.

And temperature; he could go from warm when he wanted her melting, when she was face-down in a pillow and boneless from her hammered her wet flower merciless. Cool when he wanted her gasping, hips jerking, eyes flying open because nothing in her forty-something years of experience had prepared her for that.

No woman on earth had ever been fucked by something that could do that.

’Not one.’

Their husbands were out here with the standard-issue equipment and he was about to walk in with settings.

His hand had drifted to his crotch without permission again.

He removed it. Barely.

Last but of course not least...

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[Manly Scent]

[You now exude a powerful and intoxicating scent that makes women want to lean in and inhale it. Upon undressing before those women, your Slayer’s rod will carry an even more arresting scent.]

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And here he’d thought the theatrics had already peaked with Mature Affinity.

He wasn’t complaining.

’The system clearly cares.’

Okay imagine Camilla passing him in the hallway, close enough that it hit her, and that tiny stumble in her step when it did — the half-second where her brain went somewhere she wouldn’t admit to later.

His mother’s sisters leaning in to pinch him those cheek kisses they loved so much, holding it one beat too long, pulling back slightly flushed and not knowing why; well how he was looking ford to that part!

Married women at galas drifting closer over the course of a conversation without ever deciding to, ending up near enough that he could count their heartbeats in their throats.

And then the second part was eve more insane:

[Upon undressing.]

Meaning the first time some elegant, self-controlled older woman finally got his pants down, she’d catch that scent up close and whatever dignity she’d been clinging to would evaporate.

He’d bet money the proud ones went first.

They always had the furthest to fall.

[A Little Something]

[Host has been awarded 2000 starting Desire Points, along with a list of sexual activities and the DP allocated to each!]

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A/N:I will be adding these activities like I did with the Kinks and Fetish school soon and their DP reward.

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The list unfurled beside the panel, and Damon skimmed it with the focus he’d never once applied to homework.

A kiss was pocket change:

Making a woman cum with his hands paid better. Her mouth on his dick paid better than that, and his mouth on her paid nearly double — apparently the system had opinions about effort.

Actual sex was where the numbers stopped being a joke, and they climbed from there depending on how thoroughly he wrecked her.

Finishing inside paid a premium.

Making her cum more than once in a single session stacked bonuses on top. There was a line item for making a woman squirt that made his eyebrows climb, and another for making her beg out loud that paid more than either.

Then the taboo column, where every filthy thing he’d ever typed into a search bar at 2 a.m. sat itemized with a price beside it.

Married women. Women who’d known him since he was a kid. Two at once. Doing it in her own house with people awake downstairs. The whole thing read like a menu written by something that had gone through his entire browser history, taken notes, and decided to pay him for it.

And beside the taboo entries, that ×5 multiplier, glowing like it was proud of itself.

Two thousand points to start. Ten thousand to break the seal on the shop. He did the math against the list and let out a low whistle. Not impossible. Not close to easy either.

He’d just have to be extremely thorough.

[Note: To claim the Primordial Rod and Embodiment Physique, Host only needs to say the word CLAIM. The integration process will begin immediately. Manly Scent can only be obtained after acquiring the Physique!]

’What are you waiting for? CLAIM!’

[Ding! Bathroom is suggested as the best location for CLAIMING. The process is rather... disgusting, Host!]

Damon was already walking.

He didn’t even hesitate. The second the system finished speaking he was moving toward his bathroom, heart hammering, his dick was still hard, mind racing with every filthy possibility the new body and new weapon would unlock.

Somewhere in the back of his skull, a small responsible voice pointed out that the system had just used the word disgusting about his own body, and that maybe — maybe — a question or two before agreeing would have been the mature move.

He told that voice to get in line behind his dick, where it had been living for two years anyway.

He stepped inside, closed the door, and opened his mouth.

"CLAIM."

The word had barely left his lips when a sharp, deathly pain exploded through his entire body.

The worst of it hit in his groin with a a deep, tearing white-hot agony like something had wrapped a fist around his cock and balls and started pulling him apart to build him again, vein by vein, inch by inch.

He felt it stretching him.

Actually felt tissue give and reknit somewhere under the skin, a wet pressure spreading through his shaft that was somehow worse than the pain because his body couldn’t decide what it was — every nerve down there screaming and firing at once, agony and something obscenely close to pleasure tangled up so badly he couldn’t tell them apart.

The rest of him wasn’t spared either.

His muscles seized and cramped, heat rolling under his skin like his blood had been swapped out for something molten, sweat breaking across his back in a sheet.

He made a sound; he even heard it happen from a long way off, and it was not a sound any eighteen-year-old should make out loud in his mother’s house with three of her sisters two floors up.

Damon didn’t even last a full second.

His legs gave out. He went down hard, hip cracking against the tile, cheek slapping cold porcelain, one hand still clawing uselessly at the sink he’d missed by six inches.

His vision washed white.

His whole body curled around itself on the bathroom floor like a sack of potatoes with a nervous system, jerking, shaking, drooling slightly onto the tile in a way he would absolutely deny later.

The last coherent thought he had, before the dark took him, was that the system had said disgusting.

It had not said painful.

Cosmic bastard... but there was a grin on those cursing lips.

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A/N: Did you guys know the words cock and dick actually had two letters in common, all along? Imagine my surprise!

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