My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 16: Abyssal Mating Ritual [+18]

’What... what the hell is she doing?!’

Damian’s eyes squinted in pain as he felt a scorching liquid, as hot as lava, sliding down his throat from Hazel’s mouth. If Damian could see himself, he would be shocked at the sight of a bright amber light flowing all over his body, illuminating his insides. The amber energy circulated to every part of his body before converging at his beating heart, scorching it.

Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

A drop of tear escaped Damian’s eye. It felt like his insides were burning while his skin trapped that energy within. He reached for his body, piercing his skin with his nails in an attempt to rip himself open and let the heat out, but Hazel held his hands down.

[Abyssal Mating Ritual Detected]

[Growth Boost x5]

From the corner of his eyes, Damian barely made sense of the system’s messages. Even if he did, he couldn’t interpret them because of the overwhelming pain. Hazel finally broke the lip lock but quickly covered his mouth with one hand while stroking his sweat-covered cock with the other.

"I’m sorry, but we have to start training every day from now on. It will hurt every day, but you will grow stronger faster and start awakening the talents limited to your inheritance. The sooner you regain your full strength, the better for all of Velmora," she whispered into his ear while jacking him off.

Damian couldn’t collect his thoughts or resist her. The invisible force pinning him down was not something he could fight against. He was in too much agony to notice the liquid exiting his body was black. It wasn’t normal sweat, and with each beat his heart took, it permanently increased in size by a small margin.

Currently, she was forcefully circulating her demonic force through his entire body with the aim of opening his meridians. Only after opening all of them could he begin refining his first demonic heart.

This was the fastest method she knew and the safest. Only someone as skilled as her could administer the perfect amount of demonic force his body could handle.

After spending a few days here with Damian, Hazel had to admit life in this world was quite boring, but in an interesting way. It was a lifestyle one could get used to and get lost in if not careful, and that was the last thing she needed. The fact remained that the candles in the Temple of Lust had been lit and everyone knew the Sin of Lust had been reborn. While the universe was vast, it was only a matter of time before demon scouts entered this planet.

As a demigod, there were rules she had to abide by and a limit to how much protection she could offer Damian from anything below the demigod level. These smaller threats were things Damian needed to be strong enough to handle himself. The true purpose of her, Racheal, and Ruby gathering was to protect him from demigod and god-level threats.

The squabbles of mortals must remain among mortals.

"Demonic force is the raw power of hell, the source of all our strength. By refining your body with it, we can slowly dispel your impurities and greatly improve your capabilities. There is a lot to gain from this. Please endure."

Hazel never stopped stroking while whispering into Damian’s ear. She could tell he was nearing climax by how fierce his struggles became, but it was not yet time. She stopped stroking and held him by the tip as she watched the amber energy flow from his balls all the way to his cock. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Damian’s body jerked upward, but Hazel only tightened her grip. He yelled at the top of his muffled voice, overwhelmed by an addictive mixture of pain and pleasure, until a loud bang echoed within his body, sending shockwaves through him.

SPLASH!

Hazel let him go and he fell to the ground, his black semen spraying across the room as he lay there breathing heavily. His body twitched involuntarily, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the ceiling, trying to recollect his thoughts. Whatever this was, it was brutal. However...

[Level up!]

[Level: 20→30]

[Attributes: +1.0]

[+3 Talent Points]

[Demonic Force: Unleash Skill Unlocked]

[1/12 Meridians Unlocked]

[+30 Demonic Force]

[Name: Damian]

[Race: Human\Demon] [Hybrid]

[Rank: Imp]

[Sin: Lust]

[Talent Points: 9]

[Talent Tree: Locked]

[Level: 30] [15%]

[Strength: 3.5] [Agility: 3.5] [Constitution: 4.0] [Charisma: 3.5] [Demonic Force: 65/65]

[Skill]

[Name: Charm]

[Type: Passive]

[Description: A skill that makes people feel drawn to the user. People become more open, trusting, and easier to influence. Strong will or higher rank reduces the effect.]

[Name: Predatory Instinct]

[Type: Passive]

[Description: A skill that grants the host access to a sixth sense, allowing him to taste emotions, smell intentions, and read subtle meanings most would overlook.]

[Name: Demonic Force: Unleash]

[Type: Active]

[Description: A skill that allows the user to unleash stored demonic force.]

The results were as clear as night and day. One method required an entire night of grinding to gain ten levels. Yet just a few minutes of the most deadly hand job in history gave him ten levels. While this method was extremely painful at first, the pain slowly began to numb, allowing him to experience pleasure as well. The mixture was strange, unforgettable, even though he knew it was dangerous.

His main problem was not the pain. It was her forcing him to start without informing him first. Even if it was for his own good, he should at least know what she planned to do.

"I’m sorry..." Hazel’s low voice came from the corner, timid unlike a few minutes ago.

At this point, Damian was convinced she was bipolar. One moment she was a devil trying to suck his soul out, the next she was a loving wife.

"Babe..."

"Yeah?"

"No dick for you for two days..."