In his office, Zephyr stood rigidly behind his desk, its surface buried in documents. A white cloth obscured his eyes, but the direction of his gaze and the intensity of his aura left no doubt—he was scrutinizing the woman before him, dissecting her every move.

The mysterious woman, in contrast, stood completely at ease, one hip cocked as if this were a lounge and she was waiting for a drink. A cynical smile played on her lips, as if she were enjoying his suspicion.

Zephyr broke the silence, his voice cold. "I want to know one thing. How—no, from whom did you obtain that Ticket?"

"It was given to me by someone," the woman replied airily.

"Who?" Zephyr pressed.

She pretended to think. "Hm… that's a secret."

Zephyr tapped the desk once, a sharp sound in the quiet room. His voice remained cold but carried a clear threat. "That Ticket is only given to Hunters with extraordinary achievements. Given how suspicious you are… if you refuse to cooperate, I will detain you for a more forceful interrogation."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Goodness, you really are rigid. I come here with good intentions, and you treat me like a criminal."

"You look like one," Zephyr retorted flatly.

"Eh, that's true," she conceded with a shrug. "But still. A little courtesy wouldn't kill you."

Zephyr leaned forward slightly. "You said you came with good intentions. Explain."

"Good intentions like… offering my cooperation. I have a… how should I put it… complicated relationship with the Abyss Syndicate."

Zephyr immediately understood. "You want to betray them."

"Please," she said, patting her chest dramatically. "That word sounds so harsh. I prefer to call it… moral flexibility."

"You already betrayed us," Zephyr countered. "And now you're betraying them. You're a double agent."

She held up two fingers. "I prefer the term multi-purpose."

Zephyr did not look amused. "And why should I cooperate with trash that can't even maintain its own loyalty?"

The woman let out an annoyed sigh. "Because I know you're not that stupid, Saint Archer. I can provide you with a wealth of valuable information about the Abyss Syndicate."

Zephyr remained silent.

The woman continued, her voice dropping to a lower, more sly tone. "Besides… as you already suspect, there's no way I could have gotten that Time Tower Ticket without help from someone very, very important."

Zephyr was quiet, but the atmosphere in the room grew colder.

"Back to the original question. From whom did you get it?"

She gave a lopsided smile. "I thought we were past that part."

"We are not." Zephyr's tone sharpened. "If you harmed its original owner, if you forced them or killed them for it… this conversation is over. Right now."

This time, the woman dropped the playful act. Her cynical smile remained, but it was thinner, more strained. "I got it from the Light Knight. Yes, the Light Knight. She gave it to me."

Zephyr frowned behind his blindfold. "Why would she give it to you?"

"Because I asked very persuasively… Fine," she finally admitted. "I stole it, okay? Are you satisfied now?"

Zephyr didn't move, but the pressure from his aura felt like a storm on the verge of eruption.

The woman straightened up, her cynical smile firmly back in place. "So, Saint Archer, do we have a deal? I become your double agent, feed you information from the Abyss Syndicate, and in return, you grant me access to the Tower of Time. After all… you are the Keeper of the Time Tower Key. Without you, no one gets in."

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Since my own room was still a disaster zone after a day of debauchery, I decided to stay in Gwenneth's room for the night. It wasn't heavily decorated—just a comfortable king-size bed, a minimalist wardrobe, and a neat dressing table.

On the spacious mattress, I sat propped against the headboard, gazing at the three naked women sleeping soundly around me.

Delilah was to my left, her mature body still exuding an aura of grace even in helpless exhaustion. Gwenneth was on my right, her usually arrogant face softened in sleep. Meanwhile, Angeline, the youngest, was hugging a pillow tightly in a childlike pose.

"I never once imagined, even in my wildest dreams, that I'd be able to do all this to them," I murmured softly. Even in my most depraved fantasies, back when I was the weak, humiliated boy, I never dreamed fate would turn so dramatically.

Those who were once so high and out of reach were now completely in my grasp.

My gaze fell to my dick, still erect and throbbing, demanding more even though my body was utterly spent. I genuinely wanted to wake them up and fuck them again, but while my libido was limitless, my physical vitality was not. Remembering I'd spent the entire day relentlessly fucking all three of them, an overwhelming fatigue and drowsiness finally took hold.

I opened my System Interface.

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NAME: Adam Socheron

CLASS: Depraved Time Lord

LEVEL: 52

EXP: 30/2500

<Strength: 75>

<Agility: 40>

<Vitality: 30>

<Charisma: 9>

<Libido: 100>

Available Stat Points: 25

SKILLS:

[Time Stop]

[Eye of Desire]

[Lustful Touch]

[Fertility Control]

[Mind Control]

[Five-Minute Rewind]

[Dreamweaver]

[Elixir of Bliss]

ITEMS:

[Faceless Mask]

[Hymen Pill]

[Aphrodisiac Elixir ×2]

[Mindrender]

[Dragonroot Rope]

[Aegis Pendant]

[The Edge of Bliss]

[The Fleshcraver's Loop]

[Key of the Tower of Space]

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Twenty-five stat points awaited allocation. I considered it seriously—while Charisma wasn't a high priority, should I just max out Strength? Or perhaps Agility for movement speed, or Vitality for stamina.

I finally decided.

[Agility: 40 → 45]

[Vitality: 30 → 50]

Instantly, the fatigue that had nearly crippled me moments ago was halved. My body felt lighter, fresher, though a heavy drowsiness still weighed on my eyelids.

Now, it was time to check the new skills and items.

[Elixir of Bliss]

-> The user's semen transforms into an absolute elixir of pleasure. Its taste is utterly intoxicating, directly triggering intense euphoria in any woman who consumes it. The effect heals wounds and creates a profound dependency, making her constantly crave being 'given a drink' again.]

"Heh, a skill that suits me perfectly," I muttered. I could make them addicted to my cum while simultaneously healing their wounds—though I wondered how effective it would be.

[The Fleshcraver's Loop]

-> A ring forged from a siren's spine, it pulses slowly with a faint rhythm. When activated, anyone within a five-meter radius is overwhelmed by primal desire, often losing all logic and morality in their urge to satisfy their cravings for the wearer.]

A quite intriguing item, though I doubted I'd use it often. Maybe only in specific situations.

My gaze shifted to the clock on Gwenneth's wall. The hands showed eight in the evening. I was waiting for Charlotte's arrival—after that suspicious phone call earlier, she was bound to come check on Delilah. As a close friend and frequent visitor, her concern was natural.

If she came, I was ready to take her on the spot. But time passed, and by midnight, Charlotte still hadn't shown up. It seemed she really was as busy as she'd claimed.

My drowsiness finally became unbearable. Before surrendering to sleep, I activated [Dreamweaver] and dove into Delilah's dreams. There was still much information I needed to extract from her memories.

In her dream, I found an interesting memory fragment—Delilah, standing with my father and seven of his companions before a colossal white tower that pierced the sky. From their conversation, their ambition to conquer that tower was clear.

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