At this point, I no longer obsessively checked my SP after every encounter, and the system had stopped bombarding me with sex missions lately.
Not because I'd outgrown them—fuck no, I could never outgrow missions involving something as sacred as sexual liberation, marital ruin, and the occasional public indecency charge.
Instead, as Taboo explained during one of our mental conversations while sounding suspiciously like a disappointed life coach who'd just realized his client had taken "live your best life" way too literally, I was mostly surrounded by my own women now.
I wasn't moving through different social circles enough to encounter the kind of morally challenging situations that triggered new missions.
As in... you know what? Whatever.
The point was, my daily life had become less "hunt new targets" and more "manage the empire and fuck my harem until the trees of our estate file noise complaints with God."
