Chapter 19

With all her business with Skills done, Beatrice was ready to go and started looking for her clothing (which was still mostly just bra and panties). Beatrice’s search did not take long as there were very few items in the room, to begin with. Mostly just the two girls’ clothes and some leftover food from yesterday. Beatrice found her panties. They laid on the wooden floor and the white fabric (with a slight tint of blue) stood out on the old wooden panels. Beatrice dusted off her panties before putting them on and looked at Tabitha who had fallen into a gentle slumber.

That’s when the succubus thought of an idea. If the system tracks so many of my statistics, skills, and levels. Wouldn’t it also track my... “encounters”?

With that logic in mind, Beatrice tried calling different variations in her head of what such a hypothetical “stat page” could be named while imagining this tab and trying to call it into her mind’s eye.

Sex stats! Lewd stats! Sexual statistics! Intercourse Information! Intercourse accounting! Lewd stats! Succubus’s journal! Taboo statistics! Encouraged statistics! Horny stats! Horny log! Horny dog stats! Horny dog log! Happy fun time stats! Snu snu stats! Sexual accounts! Sexual activity stats! Trophy case! Trophy tally!

One of those names, or more precisely a certain combination of those names, worked and indeed a statistic of Beatrice’s recent sexual activities appeared. Beatrice went through them, point by point.

Sexual Tally

Number of Sexual Partners 7

Number of Climaxes 23

Seven already in a single day, huh? Beatrice counted. So that’s ... Tabitha, Ember, Olivia ... And the rest were priestesses? No, didn’t I only have sex with three of them? Then the other ... The princess! Even though I didn’t get so much as play with her tits a little! I’ll have to pay her a visit and return the sexual favor that she gave me.

And 23 climaxes ... At this point I’m not even sure if that’s too many times or too few, considering how much I’ve been fucking yesterday. Thank the Goddess for my quick recovery time or my dick would have fallen off by now!

Beatrice went further down the list.

EXP gained through sex 1 097

Well ... This tells me fuck all since my level progress is measured in percentages. Luluna clearly cut some corners in a few places.

At least this confirms that I do in fact gain experience and levels through sex as if that wasn’t obvious. But is it flat exp? Is the growth exponential? Is the length of the intercourse a factor? Do I get bonuses for new girls or new positions? Bonuses for originality? It’s not impossible, considering how many levels I’ve milked just out of Tabitha...

Number of Threesomes 2

Number of Foursomes 0

Number of Fivesomes+ 0

... Clearly, I need to step up my game. Even if this is still infinite times more threesomes than I had in my past life.

Total amount of Cum Unleashed, ml 1 145

... Too bad they’re going out of their way to limit reproduction in this city, otherwise, I most definitely could have opened and sustained an artificial insemination clinic all on my own.

Maybe if I continue leveling my [Futanari Succubus’s Semen] Skill, it’ll develop some healing properties and I could open a potion shop?

Beatrice wasted no time in switching to her Skill Enhancement options to find what kind of upgrade was currently possible.

Skill Enhancement: Futanari Succubus’s Semen (+1)

Rank: D

Type: Eros Craft / Toggle

Cost: -

Cooldown: 60s

Description: The Sperm of a Futanari Succubus cannot impregnate unless the Succubus chooses to do so. Self-impregnation not possible no matter how much a sex-crazed Futanari Succubus may wish to do so.

Upon ejaculation can release up to 150ml of semen at high velocity. The amounts of semen decrease rapidly with each consecutive climax.

Makes the Succubus’s cum taste differently for every person that takes it in their mouth - as their favorite food.

Minimum Requirements:

Character level: 4

Skill Points in Eros Craft: 5

Disappointing, Succubus sighed and closed the Enhancement description, upset that she couldn’t go through with her Operation Healing Potion Shop right now. I guess I shouldn’t have expected too much out of a D-rank Skill.

Wait! Beatrice realized her error nearly instantly. Wouldn’t making it taste like each person’s favorite food be good enough!? In a world where they’re eating half-rotten garbage!? Screw the potions! I can open my very own Cum Restaraunt!!

The temptation to upgrade the Skill that Beatrice was ready to forget and ignore grew by the second. Maybe a little later, Beatrice finally decided. At the very least, I need to see how this day goes first. And if the amounts of ejaculations keep increasing at such a rate, I’ll eventually be able to fill a bathtub in an afternoon.

Now ... what else...

Times Got Pregnant 0

Well, obviously! I am after all protected by my [Futanari Succubus’s Semen] Skill. My [Dick Growing] Skill seems to operate under the same logic as it is a spell created by me ... Otherwise, I would’ve already been in trouble. But it says nothing about semen from other males, so I should be careful about that.

Now then, all that’s left here is----

“Huh?”

Pregnancies Caused 1

Number of Offsprings 0

...

“WHAT!!?”

“Huh?” Tabitha rose from the bed, drowsy and lethargic. She looked at the succubus that just shouted across the room in shock and disbelief.

“A-a-ah,” Beatrice stuttered looking at Tabitha. “I thought I saw a cockroach...”

“Huh?” Tabitha slowly looked on the floor from side to side, still half-awake.

“I guess it was just a spider ... Ahem, never mind!” Beatrice cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure, and got busy searching for her bra to hide her agitation. “Time to get moving anyway.”

“A-ah, of course!” Tabitha jumped up, casting her slumber away. She looked out the window. Despite the utterly blocked view by the stone wall, it was still obvious that the sun got even higher since she started working on Beatrice’s cock. “How long was I out?”

“No idea. Long enough,” Beatrice said as she covered her massive tits with the tiny piece of cloth that was her slutty bra and moved over to the only table on the other side of the room, where some leftover food still remained.

“Get dressed, eat something, and meet us downstairs,” Beatrice said as she took a bite out of a boiled potato and took some veggies with her. “We’ll be leaving this place as soon as possible.”

With that Beatrice opened the door to her room and hesitated for a moment before taking a step outside. She wouldn’t put a defensive trap that kills the target it’s supposed to protect, right? Beatrice reassured herself and took a single wary step on the other side of the doorframe.

Nothing happened, Beatrice did not get set on fire by Ember’s supposed spells, and Beatrice proceeded outside. The corridor was as dark during the day as it was last night. Not a single window. Not a single candle. Depressing and claustrophobic even for Beatrice who never had many issues in narrow places or fear of elevators. The succubus moved slowly, taking small steps, one at a time, while placing her hand against the wall to guide herself in the dark, despite the rising urge to get out of this bleak place as fast as possible.

And as Beatrice treaded through the darkness, she tried to make sense of what she just saw in her [Sexual Tally] tab.

Beatrice stopped when she reached the staircase to the first floor as the major realization finally caught up with her.

Oh wow, that’s right! I’m going to become a parent again, aren’t I?

Beatrice looked at her hands as the crushing responsibility of parenthood set in. What is this? Trembling already? Beatrice laughed at herself. It hasn’t even been a day since conception, so it’s literally nine months away, and I don’t even know the mother ... What the hell?

Beatrice’s mind flashed to her three daughters from her past life. How could she have failed so horribly? She had so many chances to make things right ... In the end, those arguments seemed so petty ... Beatrice wondered if they even bothered showing up to her funeral. Did anyone?

I have another chance! Beatrice clenched her fists. This time I will not fail my children! And all the more reason to fix this broken world! No cannibalism or starvation! They will be able to walk out of their home without fearing for their lives! I’ll make them proud!

... I just need to figure out who the other parent of my child is...

The reinvigorated succubus walked down the steps toward the light that came from the corner turn at the bottom of the stairs. It was getting hard to believe that Beatrice was supposed to be in some kind of livable home and not a dungeon.

And just as Beatrice got to the last few steps and was actually now able to see where she put her naked feet, the door opposite of the stairs opened, unleashing a cold gust of air as if it was a walk-in fridge. And—remembering what exactly was stored past that door, and how cold the walls felt on the second building attached to this house—Beatrice concluded that the door did in fact lead to a giant refrigeration unit.

The surprising part—that in hindsight should have been obvious—was when Beatrice saw the butcher’s little daughter walk through that door and close it behind her with hands that were paler than a corpse. No, not pale—they were covered in a thin layer of ice. From her elbows to the very fingertips, the girl’s hands looked like they belonged on a snow witch.