NOVEL NEXT Chapter 290: New Ability- Pervert Insight
The sight of Angela, Mary, and Veronica clinging to each other—mother and daughters finally reunited—was almost enough to make me forget the raw, primal hunger still thrumming through my veins. Almost.
My gaze drifted down Veronica's body, lingering on the swell of her ass, the way her jeans clung to the curves of her thick thighs, the faint outline of her pussy lips pressing against the fabric. My fingers twitched, itching to grip that flesh, to slap it until it jiggled, to mark it with my handprint.
But this wasn't the time.
Not yet.
Angela pulled back slightly, her hands cupping her daughters' faces, her thumbs brushing away their tears. Her voice was soft, but it carried the weight of a lifetime of love and regret.
"Let me show you your rooms," she said, her eyes glistening. "You'll live here with me from now on… and we will never be separated again."
Mary nodded eagerly, her full lips trembling as she pressed closer to Angela. "Mom…" she whispered, her voice raw. "I want to sleep with you… I have so many things I want to talk to you about…"
Veronica didn't let go of Angela either, her breasts pressing against her mother's side, her nipples hard even through the fabric of her shirt. "Me too, Mom…" she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't want to be away from you… ever again."
Angela's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around theirs. "You won't be," she promised, her voice fierce. "Never again."
I watched them, my cock still throbbing beneath my pants, my mind already racing with plans—for them, for the empire, for the future.
Angela took them inside the room....
For now, I let them have their moment.
Because soon… they'd all belong to me.
Angela led them into the room, and I slipped into one of the empty room, lying down as my thoughts drifted—inevitably—to my system. Or rather, what remained of it.
I couldn't help but wonder if there was anything useful I could acquire now, something to further my ambitions.
Pervert Debauchery System
Name: Dexter Williams
Age: 22
Skills: None
Abilities: Healing Factor, Limit Breaker, Universal Language, Eternal Vitality, Cuckold God, Nexus
Pervert Points: 260,000
Harem: Ruth, Kerry, Ada, Helen, Agatha, Ravina, Hina, Kina, Vera, Wendy, Emily, Jennifer
System Storage: Used items include Virus Immunity Needle, Soothing Cream, and more.
SUPER-MARKET STORE: The store offered anything I desired—food, clothing, skills, abilities, or even the most depraved experiences—all in exchange for Pervert Points.
[Sucking Jennifer's Pussy right above her daughter's face - 10000 Pervert Points]
[Cuming Deep Inside Mother-in-Law's pussy - 5000 Pervert Points ]
[Jennifer's Asshole Debut: Popped that tight virgin backdoor like a champagne cork -20,000 Pervert Points]
[Fucking Nathalie in front of her son - 20000 Pervert Points]
[Nathalie's Squirting Show: You made that MILF drench her own son's face in her slutty juices -50,000 Pervert Points]
The System Notification flickered to life in my vision, its glowing interface casting a faint blue hue over my surroundings. I scrolled through the recent rewards, my lips curling into a dark smirk as I revisited the highlights—Nathalie's shameful squirting all over her son's face had raked in a fortune, the points flooding in like a tidal wave of filthy pleasure.
But then I saw it—10,000 points for cumming inside Jennifer's pussy.
Low.
Too low.
A frown tugged at my lips as I leaned back, my fingers tapping against my thigh. Was the System penalizing me for repetition? Or was there more to it?
A theory formed in my mind—maybe the reward scaled with depravity. Fucking Jennifer again and again in the same way wouldn't cut it. But if I pushed further—deeper into perversion—the points would skyrocket.
Like fucking her right in front of Oliver.
The thought alone made my cock twitch, my mind racing with possibilities. I could imagine it—Jennifer's horrified moans, Oliver's disgusted protests, the sheer taboo of it all.
Yes.
I'd experiment.
But first—preparation.
System Settings: Notifications ON
I tapped the holographic interface, enabling real-time notifications for all rewards, achievements, and new abilities. No more missing out on opportunities because I was too distracted by flesh and power.
"Never again," I muttered, my eyes scanning the updated settings.
The System Store shimmered into view, its holographic interface casting an eerie glow over the dimly lit room. I scrolled through the endless list of abilities, my fingers hovering over each option, analyzing their usefulness—or lack thereof.
Cloning? Useless. I didn't need copies of myself. I was enough.
Superhuman Strength? A waste when I already had Eternal Vitality, which let me strengthen myself beyond human limits. And who was left to fight? The fortress was mine. The women were mine. The world would be mine.
Flight? A tempting thought—soaring through the skies like a god. But with the Magical Tool, I could already transform anything into wings or a jet. No need to waste points on redundancy.
Then I saw it.
Pervert Insight (Tier EX) – 100,000 Pervert Points
"Unlocks the ability to see the most depraved, rewarding ways to fuck, humiliate, and dominate any woman. The more taboo, the higher the reward. The System will suggest scenarios tailored to maximize points and pleasure."
Perfect.
This was exactly what I needed. No more guessing what would break them the hardest—what would make them cum, squirt, beg—and rake in the points.
I selected it, and the System prompting for confirmation.
"Are you sure? This ability will provide real-time suggestions for maximum depravity and reward scaling."
I smirked.
"Confirm."
The points deducted, and a surge of knowledge flooded my mind, as a perverted AI had just merged with my brain. Ideas, scenarios, twisted fantasies—all tailored to break them in the most rewarding ways.
Pervert Insight – Activated.
I stood, my cock already hardening at the thought of what I could do with this. I needed a test subject. And I knew exactly who to start with.
I stepped out of the mansion, the cool night air brushing against my skin. A female soldier stood guard near the entrance, her uniform hugging her curves, her rifle slung over her shoulder. She snapped to attention as she saw me, her eyes sharp, her posture rigid.
"Lead me to where those tribe women are," I ordered, my voice a dark command.
She nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly as she turned to guide me. "Yes, sir. They're in the western wing, settling into their new rooms."