MILF Desire System: The Degenerate Son's Forbidden Path

The main reason was simpler and a lot more selfish:

’What the hell was left to do if you already knew everything?’

Where was the pursuit? The walking into the fucking unknown? The part where you push and she pushes back and you do not know which way it is going to break?

Damon knew himself well enough to know what he actually ran on, and it was not information.

It was the hunt... The mystery... The slow discovery of a woman as she decided, piece by piece, to hand pieces of herself over — and the specific, unbeatable rush of hearing a secret from her own mouth because she chose to say it.

Buy the Dossier and all of that turns into a receipt.

He would sit there while she confessed something that cost her, and feel nothing, because he had read it three weeks earlier for twelve thousand points.

Even the emotions would feel fabricated to him, secondhand and reheated.

’Nah. Never buying that.’

Stupid? Absolutely. Stubborn and shallow and objectively the wrong call, walking away from the most overpowered thing on the shelf out of what amounted to sporting principles.

But it attacked something under the ribs.

He was a predator.

He was not a pimp.

Which sounded genuinely magnificent right up until he remembered he was a virgin standing alone in a bathroom at 5:40 in the morning making declarations to a floating menu.

’We’ll see, won’t we.’

[Preview access: 1:47]

’Right. Shopping.’

Body first. Recovery Surge was good; clearing soreness and fatigue on command was the kind of thing that mattered in a long fight, but Damon would need that later, not now, and it was a consumable only once.

Gone once used.

’Endless Cum, though!’

His physique was going to grow exponentially the more he actually had sex, and his stamina was already, according to the system, off the charts. Fine. Except his dick had never felt what a woman actually felt like, had it?

For all its confidence, it had no idea what would happen the first time he was inside one — he might last an hour, or he might blow in eleven seconds like a boy who had stood too close to a bakery.

He trusted the physique. He did not entirely trust himself while being overwhelmed by the tight embrace of a warm, wet and real pussy.

And that was the beauty of it wasn’t it?

Cum on the first entry, cum the second she touched him, cum from a look — did not matter. He would still be hard. Still going. Still able to do it again and again without ever running dry.

’Well, that is different stamina you retarded.’

He bought the Endless Cum!

Rod Refinements was next, and God, he wanted them. Both. Texture and thermal, the full range.

Half the kinks he had read on two panels last night lived in exactly that territory; imagine sliding into a woman and shifting while you were still inside her, watching her whole face rearrange because nothing in her entire adult life had prepared her for the temperature to change mid-stroke.

His rod already did those things, technically. Range II just meant doing them properly instead of in three clumsy presets.

Four thousand each.

’I am broke. For the first time in my life, I am actually broke.’

8000DP worth of dick upgrades and a bank account with a quarter of that. He made a note to come back for them and moved on before the wanting got worse.

Scent Amplifier was at 2,500 and it would zero him out entirely, and he did not need it. He already had other abilities that could stack on top of the scent if he ran them together; Mature Affinity and Liberator’s Presence.

Skip.

Then the ability shelf, which came down to a straight fight: Bad Convenience or Silent Step.

Bad Convenience was cooler. That was not even a debate — pointing at a man across a room while you’re trying tot free his house after fucking his wife and then watching the universe ruin his afternoon or night was a fantasy Damon had been running since middle school.

But it was 1,500, it would leave him nearly empty if he added on the other abilities he wanted to get, and when he actually thought about it honestly, how often would he use it?

’Occasionally. Situationally. Mostly for revenge.’

Silent Step was just 700 and worked everywhere. Every hallway. Every staircase. Every closed door in this house and every one outside it and it was on level 1 which meant there was so much room for its growth!

There was no argument.

He was not even going to pretend there was.

His eyes drifted up to Directional Focus — aiming Liberator’s Presence at one target instead of soaking a whole room — and he sighed at the LOCKED tag like a man saying goodbye at a train station.

’Later. You and me. Definitely later.’

[Preview access: 0:22]

He bought Weak Point Highlight with fourteen seconds on the clock.

[Purchase confirmed: Silent Step Lv.1 — 700 DP]

[Purchase confirmed: Endless Cum — 1,000 DP]

[Purchase confirmed: Weak Point Highlight — 600 DP]

[Remaining balance: 200 DP]

[EXCHANGE SHOP — RESEALED]

The panels folded shut and left him standing in his own bathroom in the dark with 200 Desire Points, a body he had owned for nine hours, and a grin that no longer had anything to do with being tired.

Two hundred. Not enough to buy anything at all.

’Perfect. Absolutely perfect.’

Somewhere upstairs, a door closed, Camilla down starting her day — black jumpsuit, red thong, no bra, walking through the house like none of it had happened. Like she had not spread those plump, dewy folds open with her own fingers and come while moaning his name.

Downstairs in about ninety minutes: breakfast, family, and one aunt with a mission attached to her name.

Damon splashed water on his face, dried it, and looked at the mirror one last time.

"Alright," he told it. "Let’s go be a problem."

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