"Hey… wake up, my cutie pie."
I can hear a woman calling out to me in my dream. She is poking me on my cheek. Even though it's not a finger it was a black claw but it was so soft. Tapping my cheek with playfully.
Wait…Claw? His sleeping mind stuttered. This is a weird dream. And also dreams don't come with claws… do they?
Suddenly torrent of memories slammed into his brain: desert heat, the big black scorpion's, and a woman with eight glowing eyes, and both of them having sex. Her…HER…
"Ooi, cutie pie, you shouldn't tease me like this…" Ebonara murmured, sitting on the edge of the wide fur-draped bed. Her tail swayed lazily, the venomous tip catching the soft crystal-glow from the ceiling. She leaned closer, breasts swaying with the motion, still naked. Still trying to tap his cheek.
That's when Hyun-woo jolted awake, heart beating so fast. "Oh my god," he blurted, voice cracking. "I can't believe I got fucked by the most beautiful woman alive—and worse, she took my virginity!"
The words came out before he could stop them. He froze, he relized too late that Ebo was sitting right beside him his started cheeks burning.
Listening to this Ebonara went perfectly still. Her Eight eyes dimmed, the playful sparkle that it earlier had is gone. For one heartbeat she looked… small. Hurt.
Then Crimson flared across every iris. A wide, dangerous grin stretched her lips. "Is that so?" she spoked coldly. "I'm the worst thing that ever happened to you, HUH?"
Goosebumps raced down Hyun-woo's arms. "N-no!" he stammered, palms up. "It wasn't bad—it was—" Mind-blowing. Terrifying. Too Perfect. And it also wouldn't do me any good if I lied here. "I just… always thought my first time would be with the love of my life. That's all." Even though the sex was so good. But I am still feeling sad you know.
For some time, a weird silence hung between them.
Ebonara blinked. All eight eyes cycled through colors—crimson to gold to a soft, wondering violet. "AAA, is that so?" She clapped her hands like gets what is going on. "Then problem solved! We'll date. I'll be the love of your life. Easy!"
Hyun-woo stared. "...What?"
She beamed, tail swishing. "You heard me."
Hyun-woo felt a weird pang in his heart. She was just too beautiful. But that's not how things worked. He turned away, cheeks puffed, arms folding tight across his chest like armor. "Nope. Not dating you."
Ebonara tilted her head. A strange warmth bloomed in her chest—something soft, unfamiliar. He's pouting. Actually pouting. I wish I had my mobile with so I could take another photo but there is no memory left. But still what type of person is he?
She still doesn't have any clothes on you know. Most men would've been on their knees by now, begging for another taste. But this one—this cute-faced, broad-shouldered, stubborn human of a cutie pie—sat there sulking like she'd stolen his favorite toy.
Why does that make my chest hurt though?
She glanced down at herself: still naked, skin flushed from last night, her eight thighs still sticky. Any other male would've lost his mind.
But not this guy. Ba-dump.
And that endless, gnawing thirst—the hunger that had haunted her since her birth, the one no lover had ever sated—was gone. For the first time in centuries, she felt… full. Warm. Whole. I guess that's why I didn't want to eat him. She is now truly curious. What type of person is he? What type of food he likes? What types of women he like? She wants to know everything.
What are you, Hyun-woo?
For the first time in her life, she saw a human being. She saw a cute human being. And she wants to know more about him.
She couldn't take it anymore.
Reaching out, she cupped his face—gently this time, claws retracted—and turned him to meet her gaze. Eight eyes shimmered, soft and pleading. "I'm sorry," she whispered, voice trembling with a sincerity that surprised even her. "Won't you date me?"
It was only the second time in her long, long life she'd ever asked that question with her whole heart.
Hyun-woo's breath hitched. His ears burned crimson, the flush racing down his neck. He tried to look away, but her hands held him steady. "…Fine."
The word slipped out, barely audible, laced with certain softness now. He puffed his cheeks again, arms still crossed, but his voice softened into something shy and sweet. "But please put something on first."
Maybe she could try again. Maybe this time she won't get hurt. But looking at him and seeing that cuteness. All the worries in her heart vanished away. And for the third time today she spoken with words from her heart. "Okay."
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Now that I'm finally awake and not panicking, I take a good look around. The room isn't a mess at all—it's actually super tidy, like someone cleans it every day. The light is soft and low, coming from glowing crystals stuck in the ceiling, so it feels cozy instead of dark and scary.
In the left corner sits a huge queen-size bed. I'm sitting on it right now, and the black fur blanket is insanely soft—like petting a cloud that's been warmed by the sun. The walls are plain smooth stone, nothing fancy, but they're polished so they shine a little in the crystal light.
The whole room is about the size of a small apartment—maybe 160 square meters. There are two big wooden closets against one wall.
Also On a small side table there's a sleek black smartphone. It keeps buzzing—bzzzt, bzzzt, bzzzt—messages popping up one after another. I don't look. I mean, I want to, but… I respect privacy after all.
Also, this is my first time ever inside a girl's room. Let alone a monster girl's room. My face is already burning. I can't even think about snooping.
The vibe? Mature. Sexy. Like a secret lair for a queen who knows exactly what she wants.
But here's the big problem: my clothes are gone.
Completely. Vanished. I remember Ebonara's claws flashing—snip, snip, rip—like she was slicing sushi. My uniform? Shredded. My boxers? History. Right now I'm sitting here 100% naked, goosebumps everywhere, trying to use the fur blanket like a shield.
I should've asked for clothes. Dumb. So dumb.
One more weird thing: there's no door. Just a big round tunnel in the wall, like a giant wormhole. Makes sense, I guess—she is that big black scorpion after all. Doors are for humans.
And then… there's this:
Name: Hyun-woo
Age: 24
Race: Human
Job Class: Sex Beast [FULLY ACTIVATED]
Level: ∞
Bonded Partner: Ebonara
PASSIVE SKILLS
Primal Adaptation
Body auto-optimizes in real-time for partner's pleasure
Shape, texture, rhythm, temperature — all adjust
Infinite Libido
No refractory period; stamina regenerates mid-act
Can continue indefinitely
I just stare at it, blinking like an idiot.
So… my "Talent" was locked this whole time? And it only unlocks after sex? One round with a scorpion goddess and—boom—I'm a walking sex machine with infinite stamina and a magic dick that reshapes itself? Is that why I don't feel any exhaustion after doing all of that with Ebo.
What kind of shitty RPG is this?!
I mean… okay, maybe "shitty situation" is a little dramatic. I did enjoy it. A lot. Like, way too much. But still—bah, whatever.
Also, what's with the ∞ next to my level? Is that… infinite? Like, infinite levels? Should I test it? Maybe punch a wall and see if I level up to godhood? Nah, bad idea. I'd probably just break my hand and cry.
But before I can spiral into more dumb thoughts, Ebo came back— and she was still 100% naked. Why is she like this? Does she own no clothes? Or is fabric just an optional suggestion for her?
"Hey there, cutie pie," she purrs, eight glowing eyes sparkling in blue—except wait, there's this weird pink heart shape swirling in each one. Is that… normal? Do monster girls get heart-eyes like cartoons? Wait is that because of me?
She's holding a neat little bundle in one hand. "Here are you clothes." She said, tilting her head. "Not that I mind the view. But I figured you'd want to stop hiding behind that blanket like a shy kitten. So here some clothes that I found…"
She plops the clothes down beside me:
A loose white T-shirt.
Black pants.
…and yep, there's a suspicious red stain on the sleeve.
Blood? I decide not to ask. I probably would should have guessed already.
"Oh! And I brought food too~" she chirps, breasts doing a little boing-boing as she turns. I swallow so hard I nearly choke on air.
How is she hot and this terrifying at the same time?
I mumble with a red-faced "Thank you," eyes glued to the clothes like they're a lifeline.
Then I reach for the shirt—and realize she's still standing right there.
"Uh… turn around?" I squeak.
She smirks, tail flicking. "Why? I've already seen the full show, remember?"
"Fine. Watch then."
So I get dressed. In front of her.
It was going fine at first—shirt on…
Underwear time.
And My little soldier? Salutes. Hard.
Like it's reporting for duty and never wants to stand down.
Ebo snickers. Loudly.
I glare at her, face on fire. Woman, this is YOUR fault!
Finally dressed, I cross my arms and meet her gaze—trying to look tough even though I'm wearing possibly-bloodstained hand-me-downs and my pants bulging.
She just grins, tail swishing. "Adorable."
"Hey, why don't you get dressed too?" I shoot back, leaning against the bedpost with a smug grin. My turn to enjoy the show, you big boob beautiful scorpion.
Ebo's eight eyes sparkle with mischief. "Okay, cutie pie. Be sure to Memorize every second." She flashes a wicked smile that says challenge accepted.
I mean… aren't you supposed to be shy or something? But before I can overthink, she glides to the closet like she's on a runway.
She pulls out a sleek black outfit:
A tight crop top that looks two sizes too smallHigh-waisted leather pants with… a tail hole?And a lacy bra that's basically decorative
Then, right in front of me, she transforms.
Her eight scorpion legs fold and merge—four on each side—shrinking and reshaping into two smooth, human legs. Her tail stays, swishing like a cat's.
She slides into the pants first. The leather hugs her hips, and her ass does this little jiggle-wiggle even through the fabric. Physics shouldn't allow that.
Next, the bra. She arches her back, breasts squeezing together like they're fighting for space. I swear the clasp sighs in defeat.
The crop top? It's a miracle. Her boobs boing into place, stretching the fabric until it's basically a second skin.
Her tail pokes through the custom hole in the pants, swaying like it's waving hello.
"You can touch if you want," she teases, striking a pose.
My hand twitches. Touch. Grab. Worship.
But I yank my gaze to the wall, cheeks burning.
This was supposed to be REVENGE, damn it!
I'm too easy.
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