CHAPTER 34: CHAPTER 34 - THE APHRODISIAC ELIXIR

While Adam was having his fun, a girl was standing guard outside the door. The pink-haired girl was none other than Nerissa Rishbell, one of the girls in Yukie’s circle.

Rewind to a little while earlier. After Yukie had her fill of tormenting Adam, he immediately scrambled to make his escape.

Nerissa, who had her own agenda and wanted to play with him too, gave chase. She never expected this pursuit would land her in such a bizarre situation.

Nerissa was hailed as a genius because her revolutionary potions could be consumed by ordinary people, not just Hunters. This achievement made her famous, especially with the backing of her wealthy family who funded her research.

As most knew, regular folks couldn’t withstand the side effects of most potions, which were designed exclusively for Hunters.

While Adam was skipping school, Nerissa struggled to find suitable test subjects for her creations. Most ordinary people couldn’t handle them, showing signs of madness within days. But Adam was different; he could endure the side effects. That’s why she needed him—besides, it was fun watching him suffer.

"Aahhhh~"

That moan sounded again.

Nerissa froze—it was the voice of Arianna Blazinger, the arrogant and cruel Fire Queen. She crept closer, her face flushing deeper as the increasingly intense gasps and moans from behind the door became clearer. Her heart pounded, her body felt hot, and an unbearable curiosity clouded her mind.

Two students approached, intending to enter the restroom.

"Hey, you hear that?" one said, pointing at the door.

"Sounds like..." his friend trailed off suggestively.

Nerissa immediately blocked their path.

"Get lost! The restroom is... under maintenance," she said, trying to sound convincing.

"Nerissa, what? This is the men’s toilet," the first student argued.

"Hear that? Sounds like someone’s... you know..." the second added with a sly grin.

Nerissa sighed. This was the third time she’d had to shoo someone away. She didn’t have to obey Arianna’s command, but her own burning curiosity kept her planted there as the door’s guardian.

"Listen, are you looking for trouble with me?!" Nerissa snapped, annoyed.

Hearing the threat, the two students immediately changed their tune and scurried off, muttering in frustration.

Once they were gone, Nerissa could no longer contain her curiosity. Carefully, she pushed the door open just a crack, enough to peer through the narrow gap.

The sight that met her eyes nearly made her choke. Arianna—the always arrogant and haughty Fire Queen—was barking like a dog, while being mounted from behind by Adam, the loser who was always everyone’s punching bag!

"WOOF! WOOF! AAAHHH WOOF! WOOF! MASTER... MASTER’S COCK... WOOF WOOF... IS SO BIG! WOOF! I... WOOF WOOF... AM MASTER’S BITCH! WOOF! AAAKKHH WOOF!" Arianna cried out in a voice that was no longer her own.

Nerissa felt her blood sizzle; her underwear grew damp from her body’s unexpected reaction. Without a second thought, she pulled out her phone and started recording the lewd scene, making sure to capture Arianna’s unhinged face and Adam’s body vigorously thrusting from behind clearly.

She only recorded for a few seconds, not wanting to get caught.

After that, she slowly closed the door, careful not to make a sound. Her mind was already racing, figuring out how she could blackmail these two later.

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The relentless moans and howls from Arianna should have drawn the attention of any student passing through the hallway. I could hardly believe that not a single one had opened the door and caught us in the act. My mind drifted to the student who had almost entered earlier. It seemed like they were kindly guarding the door.

I sighed inwardly. Even if we were discovered, the worst consequences would be expulsion from the academy or imprisonment. And I didn’t care about any of that. Revenge was the only thing on my mind right now. With the skills I possessed now, I was confident I could escape any situation.

Suddenly, a long-awaited system notification materialized before my eyes.

[Quest: Revenge - Successfully Completed.]

[You have received 1000 EXP.]

[Item Received: Aphrodisiac Elixir]

[You have successfully leveled up to Level 24.]

[You have received 5 Stat Points.]

[You have successfully leveled up to Level 25.]

[You have received 5 Stat Points.]

A satisfied smile spread across my face. Finally. Eagerly, I pulled my pants back on and opened my Status Interface.

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NAME: Adam Socheron

CLASS: Depraved Time Lord

LEVEL: 25

EXP: 90/350

Strength: 25

Agility:35

Vitality:25

Charisma:4

Libido:40

Available Stat Points: 15

SKILLS:

[Time Stop]

[Eye of Desire]

[Lustful Touch]

[Fertility Control]

[Mind Control]

ITEMS:

[Faceless Mask]

[Slave’s Collar]

[Hymen Pill]

[Aphrodisiac Elixir]

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I focused my mind on the newly acquired item.

[Aphrodisiac Elixir

- A single-use potion that, when consumed by a woman, induces an intense and unbearable state of sexual arousal for six hours. In this state, all her desires and behaviors will focus exclusively on seeking sexual satisfaction, disregarding social or moral constraints. This potion can be used up to six times; each dose must be one-sixth of the total volume.]

"Of course," I muttered.

It certainly lives up to its name.

My gaze shifted to the helpless Arianna. She lay unconscious, completely naked and face down on the floor. Her plump, large buttocks were red from my spanking, and between her open thighs, the mixture of my semen and her love juices had stopped flowing.

It was a truly beautiful and satisfying sight.

But that satisfaction was soon replaced by a resurgence of raging lust. My cock throbbed. I swung my hand and slapped her already reddened buttocks hard, simultaneously activating my [Lustful Touch] skill.

Smack!

Arianna jolted awake, her body trembling violently. A small notification appeared.

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 48 (+2)]

Though her face was pale and exhausted, her glazed eyes and ragged breath proved her body was still responsive, still craving.

I grabbed her disheveled hair and yanked it, forcing her to look at me.

"Listen carefully," I said, my voice low but firm. "Pull yourself together. Don’t you dare pass out again. Unless you want everyone who walks in to know exactly what just happened to you."

I paused, letting my words sink in. "And remember this. From this moment on, you are my pet."

Arianna, with the last shreds of her shattered consciousness and pride, nodded obediently. Her eyes, once blazing with arrogance, now reflected only submission and a blind need.

"Yes... Master..." she whispered hoarsely, her voice no more than a compliant gasp.

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In a normally quiet dorm room at Nine Stars Academy, a strange phenomenon was taking place. Hanging in the middle of the room, like a flaw in reality itself, was a dungeon gate about two meters in diameter, pitch black in color.

According to standard classification, dungeon gates should follow a clear pattern:

Rank E: Dull gray, 1-2 meter diameter

Rank D: Dusty dark brown, 3-4 meters

Rank C: Dark moss green, 5-7 meters

Rank B: Opaque sapphire blue, 10 meters

Rank A: Deep purple with electric sparks, 20 meters

Rank S: Pulsating blood red, 50 meters

Rank SS: Pitch black with golden cracks, 100+ meters

What made this phenomenon so baffling was the contradiction between its size and color.

At only two meters in diameter, it should be a Rank E gate, but the pitch-black color with glowing golden cracks was the hallmark of a Rank SS dungeon—something that should be colossal in size and capable of altering the surrounding climate.

This gate looked like a tear in the fabric of reality. Its pitch-black edges seemed to absorb all surrounding light, while the golden cracks on its surface flickered like burning embers. Despite its small size, the aura it emitted felt heavy and oppressive, making the air in the room feel thick and difficult to breathe.

This was an anomaly that should be impossible according to all dungeon gate theories ever taught at the academy. A Rank SS dungeon with the size of a Rank E gate, a confusing and worrying combination.

Sitting calmly in front of this anomalous gate was a woman. She wore a neat, long white blouse, paired with an elegant pencil skirt and a brown blazer. Her brown hair fell neatly over her shoulders, framing a serious face with sharp brown eyes fixed intently on the dungeon gate.

This woman was an instructor at Nine Stars Academy.