The clock read nearly noon. Alex propped himself against the headboard, his hand tangled in Luna's hair as he guided her mouth to his lap. "I wish i could wake like this every day," he murmured. Having pulled her back with him gently, leaning back against the headboard he settled her down to tend to his morning erection. A man needed release to face the day; otherwise, he'd just stay home, lazy and unfocused. Once Luna finished, he'd be primed for adventure.
One hand scrolled through his phone while the other gripped her hair, pushing her deeper. He wanted her to feel owned, no words required.
Messages popped up first: his sister thanking him for the cash; Beth hinting at their next hookup; Amber delaying until tomorrow. He shot off quick replies, then invited Beth over that evening if she wanted him.
Queueing last night's video, Alex leaned back as Luna straddled him, sinking onto his length with a soft moan. He scrubbed the metadata clean, erasing geotags and traces, before uploading drafts to his favorite site for later. Her steady bounces amplified the excitement as he scanned for errors, both lost in the building rush toward climax.
After two more heated rounds, Luna slumped into exhausted bliss. Alex whipped up a quick lunch, drove a few blocks to shake any followers, ditched his car, and looped back to the basement. He cleared the closet path, activated his storage skill to remove the piece of wall sealing his dungeon portal hidden from the world. Walking through and sealing the wall without missing a step he entered his Dungeon.
His monster creation skill activated, showing only wolves in the menu. He summoned three, each costing two points; they padded at his feet, eyes glowing with fierce loyalty.
Next, monster fusion: six points ignited the merging glow, spawning a five-foot, one-inch-long E-rank beast. He repeated it with six more summons, leaving him one point short of empty. With three E-rank wolves, he was set.
The dungeon portal skill flared, highlighting the wolf lair. Alex waved his pack through and followed into the dim, echoing cavern. Carnage erupted: his E-rank wolves shredded F-rank enemies with ease, fangs tearing fur and bone. The hides were too mangled to harvest.
The boss crumpled in seconds against its stronger kin. Alex grabbed the core and loot, exiting as points rose: one per wolf, three for the alpha, totaling twenty-three.
He summoned and fused nine more wolves, creating three additional E-rank predators. Ten runs later, loot stacked high. In the dungeon shop, he sold crystals for two points each and a duplicate trinket for five more. What deeper secrets hid in this growing power?
After twenty grueling runs, Alex opened the dungeon editing menu and invested 300 points to expand his lair into two shadowy floors, meeting the requirement for rank upgrade. He added torches, rabbit dens, and packs of snarling E-rank wolves; thirty-three remained to devour beast meat and later hunt burrows for rabbits.
The grind pulled at him, but true progress meant scouting E-rank gates, maybe even D-rank ones, to hone his skills. Hundreds of mangled corpses littered the floors for his beasts as he sealed the entrance and slipped away.
Back upstairs, Alex started his car and checked messages. Beth's enthusiastic response drew him over; she ordered takeout as soon as he confirmed.
He texted Luna not to wait for dinner, claiming a long night at work. At Beth's door, he washed his hands before the aroma of premium takeout tempted him. The food was satisfying, but her warm eyes outshone it. Between bites, he wove his survival story: spineless partners fleeing, leaving him to die; his gut-driven escape, cutting free and plunging solo into the gate.
He omitted Amber's heated lips and curves seizing him amid the frenzy. After dinner, Beth started a movie, nestling against him as the screen glowed. Her soft snores surprised him, but the peaceful closeness enveloped him like a hidden embrace.
Scooping her up, Alex carried her to bed. She stirred with a sleepy "Sorry"; he grinned, sliding in beside her and easing off her clothes. Her body fit against his like a custom glove, drawing them into restful sleep.
Dawn broke as Alex slipped from Beth's embrace and headed to the shower. Toweling off, he checked the dungeon shop on his interface; it still offered only junk. Upgrading was key to accessing better items.
Beth slept like a pierced angel descended to earth, silver glints catching the morning light. He parted her thighs, his tongue tracing her slick folds with slow, deliberate strokes. She stirred awake, fingers weaving into his hair, a gasp slipping from her lips.
He circled her clit with his tongue, teasing the piercings before focusing on those pulsing nerves, his thumb pressing at her entrance. The morning dissolved into worship: he ate her pussy until she arched and trembled, then slid fingers into her tight ass, working her open with steady thrusts. At last, he took her ass fully, his cock driving deep as she cried out his name.
Her alarm pierced the moment. "I'm going to be late," she breathed. He halted, but she flashed a sly grin. "Why'd you stop? I said I'd be late." Fire ignited; he pounded into her one final time, spilling cum into her ass ten minutes later. She sank to her knees, licking him clean with lazy swirls before he dressed, kissed her farewell, and left.
An E-rank porter job beckoned next. At the Association office, the board showed nothing, so he submitted a formal request. From the food court, he messaged his three lovers: Luna, Beth, Amber, noting he was waiting on an E-rank slot and would update soon.
Requests seldom cleared before 10 a.m., but after 3 p.m., they often spilled into the next day. He plugged in his charger and lost himself in anime streams as hours passed. His screen buzzed: request approved. He texted Luna that dinner will be missed again.
Alex muttered a curse while scanning job forums once more. He needed a group running early-morning instances. Next time, he'd specify that upfront. He replied to his contacts: Will update after.
After verifying the job with the desk clerk, Alex drove south through crowded city streets. This instance was bar-themed, three dim floors teeming with goblins and wolves lurking in corners, ready to strike.
He arrived at the neon sign buzzing 'Rock Bottom' in electric blue, a twinge of unease knotting his stomach. Was this a gay bar setup? Pulse racing, he murmured a prayer for Dungeon Masters like him, then exited his car and neared the door. If no women appeared inside, he'd flee instantly.
Relief flooded him upon entering. The space pulsed with energy: women chatting over drinks, bodies moving to thumping music on the dance floor, skirts hiking just enough to entice. God had his back tonight. He approached the bar, confirmed his role with the barkeep, and joined the group. They needed help skinning wolves and hauling loot.
Alex earned his keep, his knife slicing through fur and meat as he processed every wolf they felled. The run hummed with efficiency, exceeding expectations. They gained solid experience and profit, even after his cut. With thanks and claps on the back, they dispersed, and he drove home.