Limitless Evolution Through Conquering Primal Beauties-Chapter 9 - A Devil in Cow Form

Leonard opened his eyes slowly.

The first thing he saw was the ceiling. Not the ceiling of his city apartment, not white plaster with fluorescent lights. But woven thatch, neatly arranged to form a roof. Through the gaps, moonlight filtered in thin beams, creating dancing patterns of light in the air.

’Still in this world,’ he thought.

Instinctively, his hand reached for his mouth.

He remembered the kick. The incredible pain when that small foot slammed into his face. His teeth coming loose, he felt them fall out, felt the empty spaces in his gums, and the blood gushing from his split lip.

But now...

He touched his lips, felt his teeth. Everything was intact. Nothing missing. No wounds. Even the mark from Lily’s kick, which had hit his face with that unbelievable force... gone.

"Weird," he muttered.

"Talking to yourself?"

The voice came from his right side. Soft. Deep. With a tone that made the hairs on Leonard’s neck stand up.

He turned.

And his eyes went wide.

A woman sat beside him.

She was a Cow Beastkin. That was clear from her horns—a pair of curved, ivory-colored horns growing from her hair, spiraling beautifully above her head like a natural crown. The bases were wide, tapering to sharp points, with perfect curves. Furry ears stuck out from the sides of her head, leaf-shaped, twitching slightly to catch sounds—probably his pounding heartbeat.

Her hair. Jet black mixed with snow white, divided in natural patterns, like a dairy cow with black and white spots. Those patterns spread through her long, thick hair, braided neatly into one large braid that fell beautifully over her shoulder. A few strands had escaped the braid, framing her face gently.

Her face was oval. Her jawline was strong, masculine yet still feminine. Her skin was fair and clean, almost like porcelain, without a single flaw. On that face, a pair of honey-brown eyes stared straight at him. Her expression was flat, hard to read. Her full lips were pressed together, forming a thin line that made her look serious.

But it wasn’t the horns, ears, or even her hair that stunned Leonard.

It was her body...

God.

Leonard had never seen a body like this in his entire life.

Her chest. It wasn’t a chest. It was mountains. Two mountains of flesh that jutted forward boldly, forming an impossible silhouette. Their size was almost unbelievable.

Leonard estimated, in that split second, that each breast was nearly the size of her own head. They hung heavy, full, with gravity pulling them down, yet still maintaining that perfect round shape that made anyone want to touch them.

Her clothing was just brown spotted animal skin wrapped around her body. The top wasn’t designed to cover—there probably wasn’t enough clothing in this world to cover that size. The skin was just wrapped and tied at the side, but the knot had already loosened. Her breasts were practically bursting out from behind the skin, creating a deep, tempting cleavage, an abyss that Leonard felt like falling into.

At the waist, the skin tightened, revealing a slender waistline. Her stomach was flat, with a slight muscle definition that showed this body was used to hard work. The contrast between her slim waist and massive chest was almost indecent. Her hips were wide, curving outward beautifully, creating a perfect hourglass figure.

This woman... a devil. A devil in cow form.

Her age? Maybe mid-thirties. There was a maturity in her face, her eyes, her entire aura that young girls like Lily or Alice didn’t have.

Leonard swallowed hard. With difficulty.

And above her head, the system screen appeared.

[ Borami ]

[ Bloodline: Cow ]

[ Stage: 3 ]

[ Evolution Progress: 1,091/6000 ]

[ Affection: 11% ]

[ Lust: 0% ]

[ Trust: 17% ]

[ Status: Stranger ]

Leonard read quickly. Stage 3. Evolution Progress over a thousand. Higher than Lily at Stage 1, lower than Beatrice at Stage 5.

But what caught Leonard’s attention were Affection and Trust.

11% and 17%.

That was higher than anyone he’d met in this world—even Lily, the friendliest girl who’d helped him at Beatrice’s house, wasn’t this high.

For a stranger meeting someone for the first time, this... didn’t make sense.

’Why?’ Leonard thought. ’Why does she have such high Affection and Trust toward me? What did I do?’

He’d never met her before. Didn’t know who she was. Had never spoken to her. So what was the reason?

His gaze shifted back to Borami. The woman stared at him with those honey-brown eyes, waiting. Borami shifted slightly, adjusting her sitting position. Her breasts swayed—an unintentional movement, but the effect was incredible.

Leonard swallowed again.

"You’re spacing out," Borami said, her voice flat but not cold. "What are you looking at?"

Leonard snapped out of it. His eyes moved from her chest to her face. ’Find an answer. Quick.’

"Ah... it’s..." He thought hard. Then somehow, the words slipped out, unfiltered. "It’s because you’re so beautiful."

Borami raised an eyebrow.

Surprised.

For a few seconds, she just stared at Leonard with an unreadable expression. Then slowly, her fair cheeks flushed. A light pink spread across her face.

Above her head, the holographic screen changed.

[ Borami’s Affection: 14% ]

[ Borami’s Lust: 1% ]

’It went up?’ Leonard thought.

Borami looked down slightly. Her hands twisted the edge of her leather clothing. Her voice came out soft with a shy tone that didn’t match her large frame.

"How can you say things like that to an ugly old woman like me?"

Leonard almost choked.

Old woman? Ugly? He stared at Borami in disbelief. Her beautiful face with that strong jawline. Her body like a fertility goddess from ancient mythology. And this woman called herself ugly?

His mouth moved again. Another slip.

"Old woman, you say? How old are you actually?" He shook his head, his tone incredulous.

"And how can you say that? Are you trying to be modest so you’ll get complimented? If you’re ugly, then every ordinary woman in this world has a face like crap. I mean—not—I’m not saying they’re crap, but—"

He stopped himself before digging the hole deeper.

[ Borami’s Affection: 18% ]

[ Borami’s Lust: 3% ]

Borami blushed deeper. Genuinely. Her fair cheeks were now clearly tinted pink. Her hands still twisted the edge of her clothing, her fingers moving restlessly. Her eyes avoided him, not daring to meet Leonard’s gaze.

"Stop teasing me," she said, half-protesting, half... pleased? Maybe. "You’re talking nonsense like that because your brain’s messed up. Getting kicked by that little girl must have knocked your head. Made you confused. You don’t know what you’re saying."

Leonard smiled inwardly. Not just that, ma’am. But I’ll keep quiet.

Leonard read that while thinking.

Affection rose 7% with just two compliments. Lust started appearing—still small, 3%, but it was a start. Trust didn’t change, still 18%.

’So this is how it works,’ he thought. ’Affection, Lust, Trust. Three parameters that determine their feelings toward me.’

He began analyzing.

So... Affection increases with compliments. With attention. With sweet words. Lust increases a little, but not as much as Affection—maybe it needs more than just words.

Leonard thought hard. This was the system given to him when he passed out. The way to gain bloodlines by conquering women.

Affection, probably how much she likes me emotionally. Lust is how much she desires me physically. Meanwhile, Trust is how much she believes in me.

If I want them to fall in love, connected deeply like the system said—do all these points need to be 100%? Or is there a specific combination? He pondered. And why is there Lust? What’s its purpose? Why isn’t Affection and Trust enough?

His eyes glanced at Borami, who had calmed down. Then back to the data on the screen.

Maybe... Lust is the level of physical attraction. How attractive I am as a man in their eyes. Because if a woman has high Affection and Trust but low Lust, it means she cares and trusts, but doesn’t see me as a romantic or sexual partner.

Friend zone. That’s the friend zone.

Leonard sighed. So it has to be balanced. Or maybe all of them need to be high. Affection, Lust, Trust—all need to be 100%. Or at least close.

Borami, seeing Leonard lost in thought again, spoke up. This time her voice had returned to normal, though traces of pink still lingered on her cheeks.

"I heard what happened to you from that rabbit girl."

Leonard looked at her.

"She said you were found at the edge of the forest near the village, don’t remember anything, then got forced into the fighting tradition."

She looked at Leonard with sympathy. "You must be so confused right now. Alone in a strange place, with no memory at all, then beaten up."

Leonard nodded slowly. "Yeah."

Hearing that, Leonard instinctively touched his mouth again.

Why was it fine now?

"After the match, that rabbit girl brought you here," Borami explained. "She begged me to treat you. She seemed truly worried about you. She even left a message saying she was sorry."

"So..." Leonard looked at Borami. "You’re the one who healed me? Thank you. I... I owe you one."

Borami shook her head. Her smile widened slightly.

"I’m the healer in this village, yes. But," she paused briefly, enjoying the confusion on Leonard’s face. "I’m not the one who healed you."

Leonard frowned. "Then who?"

Borami didn’t answer immediately. Instead she said, "Oh, I haven’t told you my name, have I? I’m Borami. And you?"

"Leo," Leonard answered shortly. But his mind was still on the previous question. "But earlier, you said you didn’t heal me. If not you, then who?"

Borami stared at him with a strange expression.

"You don’t know?"

Leonard shook his head.

Borami leaned slightly forward.

The movement made her breasts sway again, this time more noticeable because of the closer distance. Leonard had to summon all his willpower not to look down.

"Your memory loss really is severe," Borami said. "Worse than I thought."

"You healed yourself."

Leonard froze.

"What?"