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[Mark Lane's POV]

Born in a well-off family, I can get everything I want easily. I have merely needed say what I want, and my parents will give me what I want.

Of course, they never give it for nothing. I still have to be a "good boy," but it is not hard to fulfill their expectation, so my life has always been easy.

I have never struggled once—academically and socially. I can always make friends easily—I am eloquent enough to make good friends, but most of my friends have always ended up being cocksuckers for some reason.

I have never minded that fact since all of them have always been under my control. They are sucking up to me—I know—but I can always make them stay loyal to me.

With that being said, life was boring to me, at least, until I met a bastard named Layland. That little bitch really provoked something in me—the desire to make him suffer.

As a man, I pride myself in my looks—I am hot enough to attract chicks twice my age—someone's wife that everyone will love to fuck. On the contrary, that bitch Layland has a girly look that attracts the sympathy of the girls.

I don't like that, obviously. I mean, as a man, for him to look like that is disgusting ... I know I am just jealous of him. I can't tell women to not like girly dudes though, so I hate the little bitch instead.

Oh, actually that isn't why I started hating him.

It was the first day of school. The year had just started, and pretty much no one knew about the others. Me, being an outgoing dude, was going here and there to make friends. That was the first time I met him.

"Oh, hey, you are cute I am not going to lie."

"..."

"Oh, I am Mark by the way—nice to meet you."

"Kleinhaus."

"Is that your name?"

"No, that's my family name."

"Well, what about knowing each other better? You know, maybe we can be something special in the future."

The moment the "girl" I saw in front of me look at me emptily, I knew something was definitely wrong. I ignored it though, because other than "her" clothes, "she" looked cute as hell.

I am going to screw her—this was what I thought back then. My face immediately turned sour, however, when the "girl" replied me.

"Layland Kleinhaus—that's my name. I am a dude, so if you are into dudes, I am sorry, I am not gay."

"W-What... Are you serious?"

That was the most awkward moment I have ever had in my life—more than that time when my mother walked in on me fucking my cousin Sandra. I still cringe whenever I recall that, and that is why I bullied Layland.

I had expected him to tell everyone about me flirting with him on the first day of school, but he didn't. That made me think that he might be a girl, so my stupid desire to fuck him returned.

I wasn't stupid enough to just drug him and see it for myself though; I asked someone to check it for me—Brianna. The innocent girl turned hoe was really eager to fuck with me back then, so I gave her the challenge to be his boyfriend.

While she was trying to form a relationship with him, I started bullying him. Throughout the time I became more sure that Layland was a dude, so there was a time when I was going to stop Brianna from accomplishing the challenge.

I was too late—by that time the hoe already fucked with him. I wasn't mad—I was just disappointed that I couldn't pop her cherry ... Now that I think about it, I am not even sure if she was a virgin before fucking with Layland.

"You are always deep in thoughts. What are you exactly thinking about?"

"..."

I slightly widen my eyes in surprise when I hear the voice. It takes me three seconds to register that I am currently pounding on the Queen of the Kingdom, the King's wife.

The story about why this begins is quite long, so I don't want to bother myself by going into details about it. It was basically, we drank, she talked about her being sexually frustrated, then we became horny—you know the rest.

"I was thinking about my progress."

"Even at this moment? Ah~ that was good."

"I am good at multitasking—I have told you, haven't I?"

"Yes, but—hmm~ I need you to focus on me."

I quirk my eyebrow at the demanding slut of a Queen and shrug. I have been sensing her trying to form a special relationship with me recently, and I absolutely hate it.

I only want to keep everything simple and fun. I don't need meaningful relationships, because to me, women are now just a source of amusement.

What do I get from women? Sexual satisfaction? No, it is distraction. I don't like sex as much as I liked it back then. To me now, sex is just something I will do whenever I don't have anything to do.

There is nothing I can entertain myself with in this world, so whenever I am stressed out, having sex (women) is the only source of amusement I can get. I have stopped doing it to enjoy it ever since coming to this world.

Being in a meaningful relationship is something that I can't definitely do and I won't do. I may be a stud, but I am not irresponsible; I won't marry just to leave my wife and children.

"Ahh~ I am coming!"

"Sheesh, keep it down girl—you are always so loud about it," I remark.

"It's because... You are too good at it," the Queen says through each of her gasps.

"Yeah, I know—that won't inflate my ego."

The Queen laughs, and I take out my member without even unloading myself. I don't mind it—I don't even feel the need to.

It has always been the case for the past month—that was the time when I stopped enjoying sex as much as I did. The reason why I still have sex until now is already mentioned—distraction and someone's body warmth.

In retrospect, screwing hot girls around the world was my life goal—that was what excited me the most. Now though, I will prefer power, or rather, System Points.

The sense of achievement I get whenever I get stronger is addicting. The excitement I get whenever I get stronger completely beats the excitement I get after reaching climax—it is simply incomparable.

Whenever I kill a Wild Beast or a Monster, all I think in my mind is System Points. Each Quest I accomplish and each condition I manage to meet is System Points—they are power.

Thw moment when I trade System Points with Stats or Skills is exhilarating. The feeling I get when the foreign yet comfortable warmth (power) enters my body is something I don't want to stop getting.

Of course, to always gain power requires me to risk my life on the line, but it is completely worth it. It can be pressuring some time when I can't accomplish a Quest—there are times when I want to stop—and here is when I take a rest.

I spend that time to fool around, before grinding again. The others might fuck each other because they feel pressured by our dangerous lifestyle, but I am different—I only fuck whenever I need to refresh my mind.

"Where are you going? You are still rock hard—we can go for another round."

"Nope. We've been going at it six times in a row." I stretch before wearing my pants. "I need to grind for some System Points so I can get stronger. I can't let our land fall into the Demon King's hands, can't I?"

"You really are a wonderful young man, aren't you?"

"Thanks, and you are the most gorgeous mother I have met and slept with."

I give the Queen my fake smile as I put all of my clothes on. Lying in the bed, her sweat covered body glistens upon reflecting the light shining down on her—it makes her look even more irresistible.

Is it enough to invite me back to join her in the bed? No. I am more excited about trying new things with my power. I am going to meet my master, my one and only true friend that I have made in my entire life, Alivert Storm, to ask for his opinion.

He has always helped me organize my Skills and all—I have come this far thanks to him.

Saying my goodbye to the Queen, whose name I don't even bother to remember, I turn my back on her and exit the room. There is no one standing in front of the door, but I know there is someone in the hall.

Turning my gaze to the left, I am greeted by the Princess' disdainful eyes. I merely smirk at her, and ignore her as I walk away to the field.

The Princess is probably the most decent woman I have met in two different worlds. She looks like a really easy woman, but she really upholds her principle as a Holy Maiden.

She always refusea me vehemently whenever I woo her, and that makes me even more eager to screw her ... Oh, I guess I still want to screw hot girls—hot and good girls.