Chapter 8

Then I moved my hand, caught her cheek, and turned her face toward me. My stare hardened—stern, fierce, or at least as fierce as I could manage.

I took one of her hands and guided it to the bulge in my pants, straightening my back, gaze locked on hers.

"Tell me, right here and right now... that you don’t want this inside you. That you don’t feel the thirst in your throat, wondering how it would feel filling you."

Her fingers lingered, hesitantly tracing the outline through the fabric. The dominance in her eyes flickered out, replaced by a cornered kitten’s fear.

She turned away, crimson blooming across her cheeks, brows creased.

"Get off me."

I exhaled, pulled back, and stood beside the bed. The bulge in my trousers strained the fabric forward. Her eyes darted to it—widening for an instant before she looked away and rose to her feet.

Silence thickened between us. For a moment, I almost regretted leaving her alone. But there were lines a man shouldn’t cross. Shameless was one thing; monstrous was another. She was still my summon.

"I’m sorry," I said quietly. "Today’s been hell. I’m not some vile creature—I didn’t ask for any of this. One moment I’m summoned into another world, branded weak, and the next I’m in a cell, trying to have my way with my own summon."

Shame settled heavy in my chest.

The Tyrant Empress shifted and sat beside me, her breasts rising and falling with each small motion, the strange alloy of her armor tightening around them—nipples pressing faintly against the metal.

I forced my gaze upward.

"Hmm. At least you have the spine to be my master."

The words startled me. My head snapped toward her.

"Pardon?"

A smirk curved her wickedly beautiful lips.

"I’m nothing like those Heroic Spirits. I don’t care about the world or its people. I barely care about you."

Confusion coiled in my gut.

"Then why answer my summon?"

Her smirk turned sultry as she leaned in, her breath grazing my ear.

"Life is boring being an unsummoned Spirit."

She leaned back, eyes glinting.

"For millennia, Villainous Spirits have rotted in the Spirit Realm—unwanted, unsummoned, starving for lust, power, destruction. No summoner had the spine to call us. But the moment the door finally opened, we fought like beasts to pass through. I was closest... so I slipped in first. Maybe a few others made it too. Hard to say."

I nodded slowly, letting it sink in. Still, one question gnawed at me:

’Why had my summoning reached the Villainous Spirit World instead of the Heroic one?’

I glanced at her face—now softened, curious, almost cute. The tension had faded.

Pulling up her profile, I read again:

SPIRIT PROFILE

Name: Kassandra the Unconquered

Title: The Tyrant Empress, The Blood Conqueror

Spirit Tier: Calamity (9)

Fortitude: 8.2

PASSIVE SKILLS

• Dominion Aura

• Tactical Genius

• Absolute Authority

• Fear Incarnate

ACTIVE SKILLS

• Emperor’s Command

• Intimidation Cascade

• Tactical Dismantling

• Tyrant’s Advance

• The Red Banner

’A Tier-9 Spirit with 8.2 Fortitude. She can talk, think, and move with her own will. Since her helmet can come off... I guess the rest of her armor can too.’

I caught myself smirking. I wonder how she’d look in sports shorts.

Dammit. Not now.

Exhaling, I looked back at her.

"Kassandra," I said softly. "Is it alright if I call you Kassy?"

Her eyes widened, surprise flashing blankly across her face. Then, just as quickly, her gaze darkened.

But before I could react, a strange weakness flooded my body.

Your Spirit Essence is low

Your Villainous Spirit is being dispelled

’What?! No—’

As I was about to protest, Kassy’s image shattered into a swirl of black and crimson sparks—and then she was gone. Vanished. Leaving me alone in the prison cell... with the mountain still rising in my pants.

I frowned and pulled up my status window.

SUMMONER STATUS

Name: Cade Marlowe

Rank: F

Spirit Essence: 4/100

Active Spirits: 1/5

"Tsk." I clicked my tongue in disappointment. "The limit of an F rank."

I sank onto the bed, hands behind my head, staring up at the full moon pouring through the barred window. Its light seemed to sneer down at me, as if saying, I saw that, you pervert.

Nineteen years on Earth—and this was the closest I’d ever come to having sex.

’Had to get summoned to another world, and end up in a cell with a girl I thought couldn’t even talk for me to come this close.’

Honestly... I’d played games with scenes like this before. It wasn’t that strange. Right?

Still, virgins like me didn’t get it easy.

’I can’t die a virgin in this world too. No way. With my innate attributes, things have changed—now I just need to raise my Spirit Essence and Spirit Plane so I can summon even more villainesses. I’ll build a harem of them if I have to.’

But first, I needed out of this damned cell. Since that wasn’t happening soon, I turned to the only immediate problem left.

I freed my throbbing shaft and wrapped my hand around it, closing my eyes as Kassy’s body replayed behind them—the curve of her ass, the swing of her hips, the perfect weight of her breasts pressing against that dark alloy armor.

I imagined tearing it off, taking her mouth, her moans, her heat wrapping around me. Her voice whispering filth in my ear as I pushed deeper, harder—her cries sweet and sharp as lightning rushed through me.

The tension snapped.

Creamy hot release surged from me in a single shot, splattering the cold metal door across the cell.

I let out a breath that trembled on the edge of laughter. Relief rolled over me like a tide.

Then I heard...

Due to Innate Attribute: Infinite Vitality, all your stamina has been restored

Your Spirit Essence has been restored

Your Physical Stamina has been restored

Your Spirit Essence has been restored

Your Physical Stamina has been restored

Your Spirit Essence has been restored

Your Physical Stamina has been restored

Your Spirit Essence has been restored

Your Spirit Essence has been restored beyond limit

Your Physical Stamina has been restored beyond limit

My eyes were staring in holy shock.