Chapter 33: Integrating Purchases or Endless Cum, Silent Steps

[Integrating purchases. Host may experience mild discomfort.]

"Mild," Damon repeated at the mirror, still grinning like an idiot. "You said disgusting last night and I woke up on the floor looking like a sack of potatoes. Forgive me if I don’t—"

His right eye twitched:

Hard.

A sharp involuntary flutter yanked the lid down twice and dragged his whole field of vision sideways with it. For one second the bathroom fractured — the mirror, the counter, his own reflection all sliding half an inch out of true and stacking over themselves like a badly printed photograph.

Something behind his eyes turned, the way a camera lens turns when a hand finds focus.

Then it stopped; he blinked at himself and blinked again just to make sure but everything normal again and exactly where it had been before.

Except now the shampoo bottle on the shelf had an edge to it he could not unsee. The towel had a weave he could count thread by thread. When he glanced at the door hinge he could tell which screw was loosest without taking a single step.

’Okay. That’s new... thought it would only work on beauties but who is say i cant just stare at the financial markets and...’ Okay now he was dreaming.

[Weak Point Highlight acquired.]

"Acquired?" he muttered. "What am I, a software update now?"

He had barely finished talking before his legs went strange.

Not weak exactly but the opposite before a warm loosening ran down from his hips through both thighs and pooled in his calves and feet, like every tendon in his lower body had been slightly too tight his entire life and someone had just gone through and adjusted them one by one.

His weight shifted; Damon caught himself rocking heel to toe without deciding to, testing it, and the tile under him gave back nothing at all but there was no slap of skin whatsoever even a sound at all.

He took a step.

Then another.

Then, because he was eighteen, alone, and currently the most dangerous virgin in the state, he took four fast ones across the bathroom just to see what would happen.

’Fuck, ain’t this shit cool?’

He felt like he had been unplugged from the floor.

But mostly... he felt faster too and lighter on his feet like a feather, if it could walk.

Damon’s body arrived where he pointed it a beat sooner, quicker, lighter and smooth than it used to, and when he stopped short his balance simply — held but it was no wobble much less a correction; like the ground had agreed to cooperate.

’Oh, I am going to cause so many problems with this.’

[Silent Step Lv.1 bound to Host.]

Then his groin exploded next right after.

’This cold sadistic bastard! What’s with you and hurting my dick!’

There was no warning from it before a white-hot spike of pain drove straight up through the base of his cock and into his gut; it was so so so sudden and so total that his knees folded and both hands slammed down on the counter to catch him.

His whole body clenched around it and his vision went to static at the edges.

Somewhere in the back of his throat a sound started building that would have brought the entire second floor down the stairs.

And then it was gone b etween one heartbeat and the next, like it had never happened at all, leaving him hunched over his own sink with his arms shaking, his breath sawing in and out, and a cock that felt heavier, hotter, and more dangerously ready than it had five seconds ago.

[Endless Cum bound to Host.]

Damon stayed bent over the counter for a long moment. Then he raised his head and looked at the wrecked, sweating, wide-eyed idiot in the mirror.

"You know," he said hoarsely, "you could warn a guy. And stop talking like I’m a damn app."

[The System did warn Host. The System said mild.]

"That was not—"

[It lasted one second, Host. That is the definition of mild.]

He wanted to argue, he genuinely did; the word mild and the feeling of having his balls rewritten from the inside did not belong in the same sentence. But his legs were humming, his eyes were sharper than they had been in his life, and somewhere down there his body had just been handed a promise it had no intention of keeping quietly.

He could now cum on a thought, cum on the first thrust if he wanted to, cum when she touched it, cum from a look; it did not matter... he would still be hard and fucking and also able to bury himself in that fat, pretty cunt again and again until she could not stand.

Worth it.

’Absolutely worth it.’

With everything now done, Damon wasn’t sure if the world and New York were ready for him!