Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 66: Preparing for the Debauched Party of Four

Lena wasn’t the only one with gains. Joji also had additional options in his system.

{The Honorable Sir}

{Status Window}

{The Risqué Sir}

{View Mode Only: Saintess of Immovable Loyalty and Risqué Trysts}

First, Joji clicked into the view mode for Empress of Immovable Loyalty and Risqué Trysts.

At once, he could see what Lena was seeing.

Lena, curious now, tried to look into Joji’s side in turn. Nothing appeared.

No prompt. No panel. No hidden page waiting to be opened.

Her brows drew together, and the unfairness of it stung at once.

"Why can’t I see yours? Where is the fairness between men and women?" she protested.

Then she remembered another difference. Her system still handled tasks and rewards in a way unlike the one she had started with.

The original had been little more than a greyed out thing at first, something she could only scroll through in pieces, with limits set on what it would reveal.

She squinted at Joji, suspicion creeping in. She did not like being kept in the dark.

"Joji, can you at least tell me what your system can do?" she demanded.

"Lena, it isn’t that I don’t want to tell you. I can’t. My system wants its information kept secret. The only thing I can say is that it can make me strong."

Since arriving in Primeria, Joji had learned that lesson well.

His system did not like being spoken of too freely.

Worse, it had even less patience for nonsense. He had tested that more than once, only to find its answers turning muddled, as though it resented wasting words on foolish questions.

He would have to ask again, sometimes twice, just to get a clear response.

Once he stopped trying to toy with it, the system settled.

It answered cleanly. It became easier to deal with, in its own cold way.

Lena did not know that Joji’s system leaned toward combat, so she pressed on anyway.

"How strong, exactly? Like, what show would you compare it to?" she asked.

"I can only say that it lets me grow without limit," Joji said.

Lena was an avid reader, the sort who had spent long nights buried in novels and stranger worlds.

She only wanted to understand. Maybe even help him. But with answers that vague, there was little she could do except nod.

Even so, a thought had already begun to take root. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Her own system had changed to match her personality, bent itself around her in ways she barely understood.

Because of that, she had started to suspect Joji’s system was something far greater than hers.

On that, though she did not know it yet, she had struck dead center.

After a while, they returned to Joji’s room. The Lady of the Swamp was sprawled in her seat.

Lena went to the food trolley and found the entire pitcher of martinis Lena had mixed earlier already gone.

Daisy, on the other hand, sat on the side of the bed.

Seeing Joji again, she felt she had really let this man down.

She wanted to repay him, but she had no money and no idea how to do it.

Lena saw this and sat beside Daisy.

"What is wrong? You seem somewhat downcast," she asked.

Daisy shook her head. She didn’t really know what to ask or what to say.

Lena saw that look of guilt when Daisy looked at Joji.

She knew Daisy was blaming herself again and wanted to make up for it.

"Daisy, look, you want to make it up to Joji, don’t you? You already let him have your chastity. Isn’t that the best thing a man could have?"

Daisy pursed her lips and said no more.

Lena decided that would not do.

She meant to see this mission through properly and claim the reward that came with it.

She pulled off Daisy’s pajamas and stripped her naked.

Lena noted the undeniable changes in Daisy’s silhouette.

Joji had shaped her into something more substantial.

Her hips had widened and her breasts hung with a new, heavy weight that remained firm to the touch.

Lena lifted one of Daisy’s legs and gasped at the sight. The girl was left gaping from the intensity of their sessions.

It was a visible testament to the size and power Joji had used to claim her.

Daisy did not pull away or show any shame.

She simply watched the other women, her expression filled with a quiet pride that only a woman who had been thoroughly conquered could possess.

Lena stripped away her garments and led Daisy toward the large mirror.

She placed a hand over the girl’s lower abdomen, her fingers spreading across the small bulge that remained from Joji’s final release.

"You have already given yourself to him," Lena said.

Her voice was steady as she traced the subtle distention of Daisy’s womb.

"I can feel how he shaped you. No noblewoman with a sound mind would let a man carve her in such a way."

She watched their reflection, seeing how Daisy’s body had been forced to adapt to the massive scale of the man.

She leaned in close to Daisy’s ear, her voice a low and wicked thing.

Lena’s fingers traced the paths Joji’s grit had worn into Daisy’s thighs.

"He stayed in you until the dawn," she murmured. "He could have stopped, but his desire for you was too great."

"He wanted to mark you so deeply that you would never forget his shape."

Daisy felt her breath hitch as the heat in her cheeks intensified.

She looked at the man who had ruined her for any other life and felt a surge of desperate devotion.

His actions were a silent oath of ownership, but she needed to hear the sound of his voice confirming it.

She wanted to be told that she was his prize, his secret treasure, and that his greed for her would never be satisfied.

Joji’s eyes met theirs for a heartbeat before he jerked his gaze away.

The sight of Lena molding Daisy’s thoughts made him uneasy.

He didn’t see himself as a man who marked territory, yet he knew he had carved himself into Daisy’s life.

She moved with a new grace, her body finally in sync with his own.

He had spent a lifetime on Earth, seventy-seven years of learning his own hungers, and he knew he couldn’t resist the way she flattened and bent under his weight.

He shook off the realization and focused on the portal.

He set himself to the repetitive work of hauling their packages from the city through the magical doorway, letting the labor drown out the devil’s hypnotic voice in the room.

Lena pointed toward his broad back.

"Look at him. He did not need to struggle. He could have taken me and fled. I would have given him more pleasure than you ever could. Why do you think he works until he is weary?"

"He could not get enough when he finally had a taste of you," Lena whispered.

Daisy breathing was ragged, the large mirror close to her face fogging up from Lena’s words.

For Daisy, every word Lena whispered was the absolute truth.

She remembered the nights they had spent sneaking out to witness the hidden world of adults.

She had seen a whore pleasing a man with practiced, hollow gestures.

She had watched a farmer have his way with his wife, a brief and clumsy struggle in the dark.

Intimacy was no mystery to Daisy. She knew that no other man in Primeria would ever match the relentless and consuming intensity Joji possessed.

"I am sorry for overthinking," Daisy said. Her voice sounded more certain now.

Lena watched her with a smile of approval. Then she turned her gaze toward Joji. He remained by the edge of the bed.

"Joji, how do we move this one?" Lena asked as she gestured toward the witch.

At that, the witch raised both hands and gave a lazy wave.

"I’m awake," she said, a faint smile curling on her lips though her eyes remained closed. "The drink you made was quite good. I was only enjoying the woozy feeling."

A mysterious force made her mind reading go awry without her noticing.

Still, fragments of Joji and Lena’s words lingered in the witch’s mind.

They were going to share in the pleasures of the flesh.

From what the Lady of the Swamp could tell, Lena’s anticipation was like that of a commoner discovering she was the long-lost daughter of a king.

That level of bliss was not ordinary at all.

"I see you are all about to get into something good. This old lady wants to join," she said.

Lena failed to mask her eagerness. Her mind was already racing through a dozen different scenes.

The Lady of the Swamp drew closer.

"That power you displayed was Dungeon Master, was it not? It is quite a rare technique."

The witch paused to study Joji.

"I even thought it was an inheritance of the Pinnacler Dungeon Master, but it is fragmented."

"I have a different complete set with me, though I can only bring you up to Rank-5."

"I have a proposal for you. I want to keep my eight massage sessions and I want to join this tryst. If you agree, the job book is yours."

Lena looked to Joji for an answer. They were both tied to their missions, though Lena was dependent on Joji for her success.

Joji held a secret of his own. His system had already tasked him with a foursome.

Lena was entirely unaware of this.

He stayed silent for a moment and calculated how to turn the witch’s desire into his own gain.

Joji had no need for the physical book. He could absorb the knowledge in one sitting and raise his proficiency at once.

His mind settled on a clever path.

"I do not need to keep your Rank-4 job book," Joji said.

"Lend it to me for a couple of days and give me the notes you have written on it. I also want you to find a healing class that suits Lilina, the goblin healer."

"Do this and we will welcome you into our bed with nothing held back."

Seeing Lena standing still like a deer in headlights, Joji nudged her.

"We will be fine. Go and bring all your toys along," Joji said.

The gloom on Lena’s face vanished. She dressed quickly and bolted out the door.

Joji looked at the witch and saw her inexperience.

"There is something you should know. It will be a world of pain if this is truly your first time," Joji warned her.

"Pain is nothing. I can strip the pain away until only pleasure remains. I spent centuries studying such things. I thought it might break my curse, but it failed me."

Joji nodded toward Daisy.

"I want Daisy to go first with me. Can you grant this no-pain magic to all of us?"

The witch agreed. She reached into the lotus flower on the chair and pulled out a shrunken head.

The creature was alive. Its tiny eyes rolled back in its head. It bit its own lip while snot and tears ran down its face.

Joji felt a surge of alarm before he forced himself to stay calm.

"What is that for?" he asked.

The witch did not answer with words. She simply smiled and hung the creature by the door.

It let out a low moan of strangled bliss. Pink smoke began to drift from its ears.

A scent like crushed roses filled the air.

"Give her something that carries pain and pleasure together," the witch whispered.

Joji pinched Daisy’s nipples. She buckled at once.

"Joji, your touch feels so good," Daisy moaned.

Joji swallowed hard. He felt a sudden pull that threatened to consume him.

Lena returned with a burlap sack that reached her waist.

She stopped when she saw the light pink fog clinging to the air inside the room.

Joji gave her the same pinch he had given Daisy.

Lena braced for pain but she found only intense pleasure.

She bit her lip without realizing it.

Joji told her about the shrunken head and its magic.

Lena turned and bolted out the door once more.

She returned with enough food and water to last a week.

She even brought a mountain of towels.

On her third trip she carried in nine chamber pots.

Lena’s nostrils flared as she looked around the room at the preparations.

The prospect of the coming hours had her breathless.

"Such a magical world," she exclaimed with a wide smile.

Joji looked toward the door.

"One more thing," he said to the witch. "I need a silencing item. I do not want the sound of what happens in here to carry outside."