My world to Free-use

**Chapter 233**

I don’t know exactly when I woke up, but it was still dark outside. After checking with the system, only a few minutes had passed.

Yet in those few minutes, I felt as though I had lived through centuries. Centuries of pure pain.

[Evolution complete]

[Your race has been changed to Lapsari]

[You are now a low-class Lapsarus]

I’m a what?

[Charm +100]

[Skill: ‘Whisper of the False Goddess’ has been granted]

[Skill: ‘Essence Lash’ has been granted]

[You have gained an essence storage]

[Current storage: 1000 ml]

[Please upgrade your race class to increase your abilities]

Even with my long, long life—one that had spanned many separate existences—I had never heard this term. I had never even imagined it.

There was little to no information about this race, and whether it counted as a class or a bloodline was no longer clear.

Perhaps the awakening sequence had been wrong, but everything remained confusing.

It made sense, though. I had been researching everything on my own, doing everything alone. With no one to guide me, problems were inevitable.

[Warning: Race requirements must be met]

[The user must consume 100 ml of a female’s essence or 10 ml of mana-infused female essence daily]

[The user can store the essence in the essence storage for emergency measures]

Now what was this? A “consume blood or go crazy” type of setting?

[In the event the user does not, the user will receive a debuff of -1 to all stats]

[The debuff will remain active and stack until the user consumes a female’s essence]

Hmm… The penalty wasn’t that harsh. It felt more like energy siphoning. If I failed to obtain energy from a woman, the bloodline—or the race—would simply take it from elsewhere.

It wasn’t a severe penalty in my eyes.

Anyway, time to examine these new skills I had never heard of before.

[Whisper of the False Goddess]

Long name.

[Tier: Unknown]

[Description: The Lapsari can speak in a soft, compelling tone that plants seeds of doubt and strange bodily reactions at the same time. Women hear the whispers as both seductive and terrifying. Can afflict a woman or a group of women with conflicting emotions and unexplained bodily sensations.]

[Effect: Cuts off a divine energy bearer’s divine connection to the goddess and attracts them to the caster]

[Bonus effect: Moistens their vaginas]

[Limit(s):

Can only be cast on a divine energy holder

Can only work on the opposite gender

Depends on the difference between the caster’s nectar energy and the target’s divine energy]

[Cost: 10 ml of female essence]

[Cooldown: None]

‘Nectar energy?’

Now what the hell was that? As if the skill itself weren’t confusing enough. It sounded awfully sexual in nature, yet no dick was involved. In short, if I used this on a woman with divine energy—such as a female paladin or a Saintess—her connection to the goddess supplying that energy would be nullified for a while, her pussy would grow wet, and she would be drawn to me so I could drink her juices without resistance.

It sounded simple on the surface, yet hellishly complex underneath. It reminded me a great deal of the incubus race, except it relied on the mouth rather than the cock.

Kind of useless to me. Still, I retained my dick-based abilities, so perhaps no real harm had been done.

Anyway, on to the next one…

[Essence Lash]

[Tier: Unknown]

[Description: Using the essence stored, the user can create a thin, glowing tendril that strikes like a whip]

[Effect: Target experiences a sudden, intense burst of heat and involuntary spasms in their nether regions]

[Cost: 10 ml of female essence]

[Restriction: Target must be of the opposite gender]

No requirement about divine energy this time, huh?

Even so, it was a useless skill from my perspective. It sounded like a combat ability given the keyword “whip,” yet all it did was turn a woman on. Depending on the intensity, it wasn’t completely worthless, but what exactly was I supposed to do mid-battle? Eat her out or fuck her?

Useless to me once again.

I would have preferred proper incubus-related skills—illusion, charm, and the like. One skill only worked on women carrying divine energy, while the other was more suited to battle yet still limited.

True, it could be used to disrupt enemies for a short time, but two problems remained. First, there weren’t many female enemies, of that I was certain. Second, even if there were, I wouldn’t be able to take full advantage unless the fight was a one-on-one isolated encounter.

In short, the restrictions were too many, and these skills weren’t nearly as useful as they first appeared to a lustful man like me.

I might eventually discover hidden applications as I experiment with them, but even then I already possess abilities far superior.

Anyway, I now had a clearer hunch as to why this race had been hunted. If, as the first skill suggested, members of this race could sever the connection between people and the goddesses behind the curtain, then the persecution made perfect sense.

Without that connection, no faith energy could accumulate. Gods and goddesses lived on faith. Without it, they grew weaker and risked fading entirely—if they weren’t killed by rival deities first.

If that was the case, it explained why they had been branded heretics and hunted by religious organizations.

I remembered George calling me a heretic before he died.

But the question remained: how had he known?

I hadn’t displayed any such powers at the time. I hadn’t even evolved yet. I had only awakened one partial ability, and all it did was increase my stats. Nothing more, nothing less.

Or maybe…

No. That couldn’t be the only possible reason. There had to be something else. I would have to investigate further.

For now, let’s finish reviewing everything so I can go fuck someone.

Preferably Rayla. Who better to fuck after such a long drought than my sweet, busty mother who was also my wife?

[Name: Jack Houston]

[Race: Lapsari]

[Status: Low-class Lapsarus]

[HP: 2210]

[MP: 103,060\103,060]

[Nectar Energy (NE): 0/1000]

[Note: Please fill the NE gauge to advance your race rank]

[Next evolution will occur at 1000 NE]

[1000 ml of female essence or 100 ml of mana-infused female essence is required to fill the count by one]

Whoa. Hold up right there. Why in the hell would I keep relying on tongue action when I finally had my dick back? It wasn’t as if the abilities of this race were of any real use to me.

Hmm… Maybe I had wasted that option earlier. I should have simply raised my stats. Yet for some reason, something inside me had screamed to choose the evolution path.

Something hereditary.

~~

I returned to my room to find Rayla and Tara sitting on my bed, chatting quietly.

“Oh, Jack. You’re late. Did Lady Elara keep you?” Tara asked as she saw me enter. Rayla only smiled at me sweetly.

“Yes. She had some work, and I had to wait,” I replied simply, sitting down next to Rayla.

Rayla wasn’t wearing her usual maid uniform—something I hadn’t seen her in for a long time.

Perhaps because Zara wasn’t here, she had been relieved of those duties, or maybe she simply wasn’t acting as a maid anymore. I didn’t particularly care.

Rayla and Tara talked about several miscellaneous things that I couldn’t wait to end. I wanted to play with Rayla while they spoke, but I contained myself. I couldn’t risk exposing that Tara already knew what “massaging” truly meant. It was better not to bring it up yet.

As time passed, one by one, the rest of the family came to my room to check on me, just as they had every day for the past two months. Martha and Sandra arrived together, followed by John and Tanya.

We stayed up and talked for quite a while, mostly about topics that held little interest for me. The women did most of the talking, yet nothing about our secret adventures surfaced. Even Tara kept quiet, though I had never specifically told her to treat it as a secret.

Around dinner time, a maid sent by Valeria brought in the meal, and we all ate together. Afterward, everyone began to leave one by one. John went first, then Tanya and Tara, since they shared a room.

Rayla had been sleeping with me for the last two months to take care of me, so she remained. But before Martha and Sandra could rise to leave, I told them to wait.

“What is it, Jack?” Sandra asked.

“I have a surprise for you all,” I replied. I stood, removed my pants, and activated the State of Completion. My cock hardened rapidly, swelling to its full, impressive length.

As it grew, the happiness on my family’s faces grew with it.

“You’ve recovered!” Martha squealed with pure delight and lunged at me.

Or, more accurately, she lunged straight for my cock. It slid into her warm, eager mouth in one smooth motion, sending immediate jolts of intense pleasure racing through my brain.

It had been so long that I felt ready to cum in an instant, and Martha showed me no mercy whatsoever. Her lips sealed tightly around the shaft, tongue swirling with practiced hunger as she took me deeper.

“W-wait, Martha.” I gripped her shoulders and gently stopped her before I could finish too soon.

“What is it, Jack?” Martha pulled back, a confused expression on her face, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her lips to the glistening head of my cock.

“I have another surprise for you all. Before we get to this.” I reached into my inventory, the anticipation on my family’s faces rising with every second.

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