“Sara, think about it. You are a Futanari. Even in your culture, they are sexual creatures with a voracious appetite for sex. Next, you have the bloodline of a succubus. It's like taking the mix for your chocolate cake, then adding triple the chocolate. You are a being of sex, you ooze it, you enjoy it, and well, how often do you turn it down?”

  “Fine, but come on. How is this supposed to help me out? A fucking gun shaped like a dildo. Holy shit, no one will take me seriously. “

  “Yeah, till you fucking shoot them in the face.”

  OK. Shit, the little demon had a point. She continued.

  “Sara, though you are a bit more free with your sexuality than most humans, the rest of the multiverse is not as uptight sexually. Sure, there are some sects and races that are, but really, for the most part, anyone outside of your own race won't think twice about it as long as it kills good.” Ari paused, “Sara, if you get good enough, you might be able to market what you make.”

  Well, if that wasn't an idea. Taking a deep breath and organizing my thoughts as I went, trying to figure out my choices.

  I guess the first thing was to figure out what minor shape shift did. Well, both of the perks. The abilities and skills seemed pretty self-explanatory. I have an affinity towards Tech magic, and obviously imbue skills meant I could add mana to those two types of items. I would look at the details later, but didn't need to right now.

  Sexual Prowess

  This perk must be activated to use. Allows for a shorter refractory period, More staying power, and an increased amount of cum released.

  Minor Shape-shift

  This perk must be activated to use. Allows for minor changes to the face and body. It can only be maintained for up to one hour. The aspect of this perk is the ability to grow a penis up to ten inches long. This can be maintained for up to five hours.

  After looking at Minor's shape shift, I decided that Pheromones would be the better option. Though, of course, the thought came after I selected it, could I have combined them at some point for a better shape-shifting ability? Another question was added to the list.

  Looking at the next two, it was a bit of a tougher choice. I liked the second one, but yes, it was limited. Still, who knows when I would come across an Enchanter? Also, the System was pushing me in a direction of building my own shit. I went back and forth between each one, finally choosing the Rune Crafter.

  Then the last two. I was a little pissed. I wanted the Mad Scientist option. Like, really, really wanted it. The difference between the two was that one said this was a limited-time offer. Fucking FOMO.

  I couldn't deny that the Naughty Girl ability was tempting. It had a lot of potential, and I had a feeling there would be more to it. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I really thought things out on this one. Something told me choosing one or the other would set me on a specific path. Seeing my reflection in the mirror, all I could think was Fuck I look sexy.

  Then it hit me. I could make fucking Fem Bots. I could have my very own sexy Fem Bot that shoots people with its nipple guns. Well, there we go, decision made. Just call me a Naughty Girl. Once the last choice was made, I felt another smaller rush through my body, causing a slight shudder. Seeing as I had one more notification, I figured I might as well clear out the queue before cleaning myself up. Then I had to make some phone calls.

  New Quest

  Bond a bitch

  That's right, Sara, I may be proud of you, but we are only getting started. For you to grow in power, to save a few close to you from certain death, and well, we both know you are just frothing at the mouth to get your first bond.

  So what are you waiting for? You have one week from today to bond with your first victim, I mean, sex toy. Sorry, your first bonded mate.

  Rewards: Enough experience to reach the next level. Added rewards for completing early.

  Failure: My immense disappointment and loss of a level.

  Well, first things first. Texting Katie to see if she wanted to get together this weekend. With it being Tuesday, I knew she had finals today. If I remembered right, she also had one on Thursday and Friday.

  [Hey, I know you got exams all week. Party at the penthouse this weekend, you and me.]

  I knew she would say yes to it, but I think she was in an exam right now. Fuck I didn't even know what time it was. OK, well maybe not. Seven am, I never even woke up this early. Purposely set my first classes, so not one of them was earlier than eleven am. Scrolling down to the number I really didn't want to call. I could hear his gruff voice telling me I told you so or some other comment. Not that Tony was a bad person, but he was very direct. I think he was in his late fifties; he was the grandson of one of Grandpa's old army buddies from World War 2.

  Tony was our driver and bodyguard. I never understood why we needed a bodyguard. It wasn't like we were so wealthy we could afford a yacht or buy a small country. Grandfather had a talk with me. No, not birds and bees. I had saved him from that, quickly explaining to him that we had gone over it in school. It was about the fact that we had money, and if someone bad found out, then we were a potential target. I guess it made sense. I didn't like it. Even after moving out of the penthouse, I knew Tony still watched over me. It felt a bit creepy at times, but I never did let him go; he was still getting paid. Guess I couldn't let go of everything Grandpa did. Plus, there was a part of me that knew I would go back to that life.

  He picked up after one ring. Of course, he would.

  “Yes, Tony. I know you told me so. OK, now that you've got that out of your system. I am moving back into the penthouse.”

  Damn, I didn't get to say hello, and he had done it. Bastard.

  “Look, can you just pick me up and bring me home. Give me like an hour. Also, I will need people to come and pack up my shit and bring it to the penthouse. Can leave the furniture, though. “

  After getting his confirmation, I hung up and took a shower, then went about trying to find something to fit me. I did not have a lot. A few pairs of sweat pants, there were my oversized shirts, ones I had stolen from a few men who slept over. I liked t-shirts. It would do. Maybe the building would have someone on staff I could send out to do some shopping for me. I'd have to check when we got there. Grabbing a gym bag, I stuffed it with the few clothes that would fit me, the important photos, and the sex toys I didn't have boxed up. OK, so it took two gym bags to pack up. I didn't need the Packers to have to deal with handling my toys. Gross.

  Right on time, I heard the knock on the door, and once I opened it, standing there was Tony. He looked pretty much the same as the last time I saw him. Black suit, with salt and pepper short hair, and a matching trimmed beard. Haunting brown eyes with a few more wrinkles around them since I last saw him. Broad shoulders and with just an energy that screamed Don't fuck with me. I don't know what he did in the Army. He never spoke about it.

  Tony didn't say anything, just smiled at me, picked up my bags, and I got my jacket and boots on. They were uncomfortably tight. After making sure I was bundled up, I was ready to go. Supposedly, there was another snowstorm coming in today. I could feel his eyes on me. Though it wasn’t creepy. He was assessing me. I am sure you noticed the difference in my height and features. I shouldn't have been surprised, but hey, I can just say I had a sudden growth spurt. Right. Those things happened?

  The ding on my phone brought me out of my thoughts as Tony shut the door to the backseat after I got settled in.

  [Ohhh, so moving on up again. I am glad. Yeah, this week is going to suck, so a full weekend with you and a little fun. Looking forward to it]

  Yay. I had plans for the weekend, and I got to see Katie. Grinning to myself while I plotted in my head everything I would do to her tight fucking body.

  “Tony, do you think you can line up a hand-to-hand and weapons instructor for me. Preferably a female if you don't mind too much.”

  I met his eyes as he looked in the review mirror. “ Why the sudden change of heart, Miss Garner? If you don't mind me asking?”

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  Another good question. One I didn't know the answer to. Well, one I could talk about. I had a feeling I wasn't allowed to speak of the System club. It was probably the first rule. I would check with Ari later.

  I shrugged, not sure how to answer it. “ Guess someone said something to me that hit home. “ Not a lie. Something always told me that man could sniff out a lie ten miles away. Sure, this was a partial truth, but not a lie. He merely nodded, accepting it, and the rest of the ride went in silence.

  With a sudden thought, I emailed my accountant and lawyer. Yup, they were not going to be happy. First, I needed them to take care of ending the lease early. The thing that would get their panties in a twist was informing them I wanted twenty-five percent of my assets in liquid form by the end of the week.

  It wasn't a bad thing, the silence. It helped, at least for me, to process some of what has happened. Sure, there were others who could handle it better or make better choices. Fuck them. I am doing the best I can. I hadn't looked at my status since I accepted all the rewards, but I didn't want to get some faraway look while Tony was around. He might think I was on some major drugs or something. Ha, that was last weekend. It's Tuesday, and I am sober.

  The ride to the high-rise and the penthouse was fairly quick, quicker than I remember, or was I just that lost in my thoughts? Probably the latter.

  “Tony, I gotta swing by the main desk. I'll be up in a few minutes.” I am sure if I hadn't made a hasty exit, he would have insisted on following me. Sure, I could have called the main desk or even just had Marie or Tony do it for me. I was just trying to postpone that walk into the penthouse and its memories. I am going to go with. I am a people person and should say hi to the main desk.

  I had forgotten how expansive the main entrance was as I entered through the garage. A bit lavish with couches and tables set in random places, with several fireplaces. Offering a small gathering area, if I remembered correctly, there was a bar off to the side somewhere. Heading to the main desk, I spoke with the receptionist. She was cute, and I could take in several different scents from her, which, I won't lie, confused me as I couldn't place one of them. Questions for later.

  First, I found out the building had a new manager. After I was asked, I told the girl I was fine with the manager contacting me later in the day to introduce herself. They did have a Personal shopper on call. I was excited. Her name was Spring. Cute. Spring was set to come over in an hour to talk to me and take my measurements. I headed to the elevator. Guess I had to be ready to face the past.

  Opening the door to my home. Yes, that is how I have to look at it, even as memories flooded in. Grandma, when she was feeling spry, was in the kitchen cooking. Grandpa is on the large L-shaped sofa watching sports or an old war movie. Somehow, Marie kept the penthouse smelling like them. Before I could even tear up at the memories, Marie was looking incredibly hot. A white t-shirt that showed off her smaller but more than ample cleavage with a toned stomach. Black wavy hair that spoke of her Latino roots, dark skin that only added to her beauty, she wrapped me up in a hug.

  “It is good to finally have you back, Ms. Garner. “ I smiled, returning the hug perhaps a bit tighter, feeling every curve of her against me. Looking down her jeans framed her round rear perfectly, and I had to stop myself from getting a handful. Then the scent hit me. She smelled of her usual apple and cinnamon, but again, like with the receptionist downstairs, there was a new scent. I felt a hunger for it.

  Surprised, I pulled back, unsure what that sudden hunger was. “It is good to be back, Marie. I have missed you and your cooking.”

  Her smile was big, and that mid-west twang came through. “ Oh my well, I guess I'll have to dust off the old skills then, “ She gave me a wink. “ The Master bedroom has been cleaned, and fresh sheets are on the bed.”

  I shook my head.” I appreciate it, but I'll just stay in my old room.”

  Then Tony spoke up. “ Sorry, Ms. Garner, but your things have been packed and placed in the Master bedroom for you to do with as you wish. We packed up all of your grandparents' things and put them in your old room for you to go through at your discretion.” I glared at him. What did he do? He shrugged at me as if to say, Too fucking bad.

  I knew what they were doing. Pushing me like everyone else had to. Making me move forward. I know I needed it, but didn't mean I had to like it one fucking bit. “ Well, thank you both for having that taken care of.” I wasn't going to sound ungrateful or take the anger at myself out on them

  Giving them both a smile, I headed towards the bedroom. The penthouse was big. The main space was an open floor plan. The dining room was dominated by a large table and chairs. A kitchen, even a professional chef would be happy cooking in, with all stainless steel appliances, marble countertops. The works when it came to luxury. The living room had a large L-shaped couch. A few La-Z-Boy chairs and a large TV. All hardwood floors had rugs spread about for a bit of color. I did note that the artwork and decorations were taken down. Another hint, I suppose.

  Ha! I should decorate with Anime posters and shit. See how they liked that. Fuck they would just smile and tell me how good the place looked if I did that. Way to burst your own bubble, Sara.

  Heading down the hall on the left was the maintenance door where we kept the cleaning supplies, and the breaker boxes were located. Right after that was a full bathroom. To the right were two more bedrooms. The first one was Marie's, the second used to be mine. The last door, prominent, stood closed at the end of the hallway, facing me like a looming door of doom. This is part of the reason why I moved out. That wasn't my room.

  Opening the door, I entered, and with a soft click, it closed as I teared up. Everything got blurry as I tried to fight the tears. This room smelled sanitized; everything had been scrubbed clean right to the baseboards. This wasn't my space. I refused to acknowledge that. I sat on the bed, and even the mattress felt brand new, then it happened. Tears started coming out unbidden. How long had I been holding them back? I couldn't answer that fully.

  A soft knock on the door pulled me out from a flood of memories; my eyes felt swollen, my cheeks wet from the rivulets of tears that had fallen. How long had I been sitting here? Sniffling as I attempted to pull my emotions back into check. I stood and made my way to the Master bathroom to clean my face up a little. Another soft knock, this time with a feminine voice coming through.

  “Ms. Garner. I am Spring Mackinaw. I was told you needed someone to go clothes shopping for you.”

  Running the water, I scrubbed my face a bit, trying not to look like I've been bawling my eyes out for who knows how long. Take a slow, calming breath. OK, it took five of them to get things under control, and my voice came out a bit shaky. “ Come in Spring. I am in the bathroom. The door is open.”

  The door opened, revealing a sexy little number. She had to be about five feet on a good day. Long blond hair fell perfectly to her shoulders, and the makeup was spot on. Accenting her features, not looking like she lost a battle with all of her makeup brushes. Deep, almost violet colored eyes with a smile that lit up the room. She stood in the doorway to the bathroom as I looked her over. A nice white blouse, professional looking, with matching dress pants and black heels that probably gave her two inches. She was just curvy enough to make someone drool, with small, perky breasts.

  I met her gaze as she stopped dead in her tracks, and that scent was back, but strong. Like really fucking strong. Like I want to grab this slut by her hair, press her to the wall, and make her wail like a banshee as I toy with every inch of her body. That scent, I could finally put a word to it. Desire. Lust. Pure unadulterated fuck juice. “Hello, Spring. You are as Pretty as your name.”

  Wait, when did my voice turn so sultry? I was going to fuck her with my words and voice alone. I saw the effect it had on her. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples pushed right up against the fabric of the shirt, and she took a visible shuddering breath.

  I started walking towards her. She was my prey, and she knew it. Her eyes told me she wouldn't stop me.