As was often the case in the early years, I stirred the hornet’s nest. Perhaps it was my habit of killing users who annoyed me or fell in with the wrong crowd. It wasn’t the Union or the Governor of Bridle; I needed fear it was other users. When dealing with known PKers, raid teams often took the King David approach.

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Kale hadn’t left my side throughout my rest except to take care of bodily necessities. She had done so much for me, and I hadn’t had much time for her. I felt horrible about that. Even though I claimed this week would be about her, that wasn’t the full truth. I had too many skills that were under-leveled. Surviving in this world required a proactive approach.

Still, there was nothing wrong with enjoying the heat of her body and resting with her. So, while she snored lightly, I rubbed her side and searched the market for anti-death gear.

I found a scant amount of armor and weapons dedicated to defending against death magic. Each of those items cost nearly 500,000G or 500,000 ounces of gold. To make matters worse, they only offered resistance percentage multipliers and not immunity or static resistances. In other words, if I had no solid resistances to death magic, the multipliers would do me no good. So fighting the secret raid boss of stage two would be impossible. That wasn’t something I could tolerate.

Flight helped me hover out from under Kale and make my way to my feet. What I needed to do was quickly max out my skills and gain new ones. Once a skill was maxed out, it would give me a perk, a permanent bonus.

Only by wielding my powers through time-bending events can I hope to ascend. By capitalizing on those events, I could turn a week into potentially 168 days. There is a 30min cool down between even sessions, and I can max out the time in each event up to 12 hours. If I did this right, I could leapfrog past any other user. Unless they did this as a rule.

Kale swished her tail, flashing me with a pair of soft white panties. It seemed the amenities given to guests here were great indeed. While she slept, I rubbed her bottom, enjoying the sensation of her tight muscles and the edge of soft white panties. Her pink slit stretched the panties giving me an utterly lewd view of what lay beneath. Of course, I’d have to make time for her between sessions.

So, at most, 150 would be my number. “Kale, are you awake?” I asked.

“Why else would my tail happen to swish and curl like a mare about to be mounted?” Kale asked. She turned back and winked. “Don’t just stare at it like a gelding; get in there.”

I reached for the soft, stretchy fabric and pulled it aside in time to see her wink bearing a pink clit. The cute organ poked out of Kale’s depths, and for a flash, I saw the glorious red tunnel hidden by delightfully flush pink lips. Then, like a snapshot, the moment was over, and Kale’s clit hid within once again, safe from my gaze between Kale’s almost zipper tight lips. Up above half-covered by white fabric was something delectably forbidden.

A round and pink black cherry poked out, making itself known through the panties. It imprinted itself with its perfect roundness, clearly untouched and unmarred except for its purpose.

Both of her unmentionably pleasurable holes screamed at a baser desire made powerful by knowing her. Kale, the granddaughter of a dark lord and one of my few friends in this world.

Instead of plowing her on the spot, I made do with gently licking the lips of her mare pussy, giving extra care to her winking clit. There was no rush I had all week, but I’d be gong for half a day at least after this. So, I licked her plumping pink lips, kissed them, and listened to Kale groan.

“Keep it up; you’re doing great. We have plenty of time.” Kale said.

As I licked her, juices gushed in my mouth and down my throat. She had so much to give, and it was more than enough to quench any man’s thirst. Instead, I focused on tagging her clit and swirling my tongue over her gaping urethra only to lick up to her gaping hymen.

“You’re doing great, but you might want to stop. Or I may surprise you with something you’re not ready for.” Kale said.

“Don’t worry, I can handle anything your body can throw at me,” I said.

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Kale looked back with a less than sure expression on her face. “Ok, I trust you,” Kale said.

For the first time, I practiced a little of my dragon shapeshifting. My tongue altered, thickening and lengthening. I began to fit more into her in exchange for her gushing dew drops. Eventually, she drowned the very oil from my beard in her cunny honey.

Time flowed as I devoted over an hour to enjoying her flavorful gushing virgin honeysuckle. But, unfortunately, her gentle pink flower’s tiny trickles hadn’t prepared me for what came next. “I’m sorry,” Kale said.

Her honey cunny had another surprise in store for me. A stream of sticky syrupy goop blasted out of the Kale and splattered my face in three long streaming blasts.

Kale shrieked, stretched her head back, and shook before slumping on the bed. I stepped around the bed and leaned forward to kiss her. She pushed me away but refused to touch where she sprayed me. “Go get a shower,” Kale shouted and hid under the covers.

I felt wet. A mirror revealed my once finely oiled beard matted with Kale’s pleasure. Fat clear droplets of it ran down my neck and down my chest.

She was correct; I needed a shower before I hit the event.

After the shower, I armored up and belted nameless at my side in a newly bought sheath. I put a mask on my face and slipped on a robe. Hopefully, with this, no one would recognize me. Profile settings didn’t allow a name change, but I could hide my nickname, leaving only my username. ReallyRedRex wasn’t who I was known as.

Just after I hit enter to the 3rd stage of the event, I sensed a shift in the spiritual playboard. Fang Mei just flared her QI a few hundred miles away. Something was happening.

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Teleportation

The world shifted, and I appeared in the dead world again. After increasing my QI to its current state, I could feel the deathly QI within this world. Dread beat against my own aura, forcing me to draw myself in further.

“Who is this tall bastard?” A boy with dyed black hair wearing black eye shadow asked.

“Young master, that is no way to treat a potential ally. I apologize on my master’s behalf; my name is James Black, and this is my young lord Light Christian Samuel Trinity Davidson. He hasn’t handled this change over well. Our new world doesn’t agree with him.” James said.

I looked the two over. The man James wore a black three-piece suit and possessed a fairly powerful aura. Light was a different matter; he felt weak, almost sickly, except for a near-invisible string reaching for my mind. I batted it away with my aura.

“What an insidious skill,” I said as the fourth member of our group appeared.

A woman dressed in a black body suit wielded a modified anti-tank rifle in one hand and an M60 in the other. Her blonde hair stretched down her back in a single long braid. A gas mask hung from loos straps around her neck.

She looked us over then smirked. “It looks like I’m going to be the only survivor again. Do you noobs even know how to use the market? You do know this is a raid level, right it’s a 12+ hour raid with 10 people.” She said.

“Then I can handle all of this by myself; the rest of you aren’t needed,” I said.

Our 5th member chose that moment to teleport in. He had seen better days. An eye patch covered his left I, and a katana hung on his hip. He was a fat man, easily 7 samurai thick if he was 1. The man’s gut peaked out from his tightly buttoned robe. He trudged forward.

“Guns aren’t going to do anything here; this isn’t real life, you know, do they even do anything.” The fat samurai said. “Gendo Johnson is my name. I hale from Japan.” I blinked and placed his accent for Tennessee.

“So, the tall guy was the cream of the crop after all.” Light said.

“Well, young master, we can always use him as a meat shield if the thot doesn’t kill him first,” James said.

“The hell did you call me?” The blonde said and pointed her M60 at James.

Johnson stepped in front of the M60 and nearly yanked his pants down, drawing his katana. “I will defend yo honor,” Johnson grunted, then turned to look at me and spotted nameless on my hip. “Fellow swordsman, I beseech thee draw your sword and render aide to me.”

I blinked and shook my head. Never before had my decision to kill users been so reinforced. But, honestly, killing them all would be a mercy. “That ho over there, you said there was a raid boss on this stage what kind. Only five have been summoned so far. Will we get any more reinforcements, or are we set to do this with 5?” I asked.

She glared at me then raised her M60 to rest on her shoulder. I didn’t think she’d be instrumental in a raid until I saw what I was working with. Good luck mind-controlling a raid boss, and Mr. I’m one hell of a butler who can roleplay all he wants, but he feels very human. My senses wouldn’t miss that.

“It’s the first raid boss if you discount the secret one supposedly found on the second stage. You claimed to be strong enough to handle the Raid on your own. Are you a long-range spell caster type with tank potential, or are you all talk?” The lady said.

I shrugged and turned to a sudden commotion below the building. Deathly QI had begun to gather to a single point far off into the city. Pressure began to build, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before it exploded. I could fly over and bombard it with fireballs until it died, but I wanted to raise my skills.

“Let’s save your anti-tank, your rifle, and M60 for later. I can clear our way down with my sword alone. Time is ticking away, and I can already sense the raid boss forming. Maybe if we’re lucky, we can steal a ride.” I said.

“What do you think, young master? We can go on a raid in style.” James said.

“Do what you want? I’ll just do what I do best.” Light said. The boy put his hands together and began to chant. Soon all of our weapons gained ghostly flames. “While my spell is active, all enemies hit will begin to slow, weaken, and decay.” I noticed that even James’s white gloves glowed with ghostly flames.

The door opened, and an undead emerged. It charged, and I moved forward. Accelerate brought me close while I swapped to Flow Of Hawks. The undead opened its mouth and shot after me faster than any before it. A slight deathly aura surrounded it increasing its speed.

Mortal Telekinesis activated, and I jabbed the undead several times in the chest. Each touch blasted holes through the undead while it flailed and clawed. The closer to death I brought it, the faster it moved and the more power its strikes unleashed. A black aura appeared on its fingertips as it slashed and clawed at me.

Only when I tapped it on the shoulders did it stop clawing at me. A final tap at its head blasted a hole in its skull like a rock through a car window. Once the hole appeared, the rest of the head quickly broke apart.

I stared as the creature’s body began to rapidly dissolve. Whatever force had empowered, it took its toll on the corpse once the brain was destroyed.

“What the hell was that? You played with it for 30 seconds when you could have killed it at any time.” The woman yelled.

Light had a different reaction. “So being big doesn’t mean you’re stupid after all. How many skills did you use just now?” Light asked.

“For now, only six. Though, I plan to master them within the next twelve hours before I destroy the raid boss.” I said.

James narrowed his eyes before smirking.