My Cuckhold System-Chapter 97: Summoners Aren’t Built For Speed
Seraphyra’s tone remained maddeningly calm.
"I speak only of destiny."
The back-and-forth continued with Aria’s voice rising while Seraphyra’s remained smooth and calm. It was like watching fire clash with venom.
Eventually, Aria grabbed her clothes and began dressing quickly.
She paused at the door and her eyes met West’s.
She rushed back towards him and planted a quick kiss on his lips.
"I’ll see you later," she said quietly.
Then she turned toward Seraphyra.
"And I don’t like you."
Seconds later, the door shut behind her.
West slowly turned toward Seraphyra.
"Why did you have to give her a hard time?"
Seraphyra’s lips curved again.
"But Master gave her a harder time," she teased softly. "I heard every of her moans—"
"Keep your voice down," West snapped.
Seraphyra laughed quietly.
A bright light surrounded her form as she slowly changed forms.
Her massive serpentine body shrank and reshaped into a breathtaking humanoid figure with long black and silver hair cascading down her back.
Her green eyes glowed faintly and her mesmerising curves were accentuated by a dark fabric that seemed woven from shadows themselves.
She walked toward him seductively and sat lightly on his lap.
"When will it be my turn, Master?" she asked gently.
West’s breath hitched for a second...
She was unfairly beautiful and no doubt hotter than any human he had laid eyes on but he exhaled slowly and pushed her off.
"I’ve got things to do."
Seraphyra pouted faintly but didn’t resist.
At that moment, a ripple of greenish light flickered in the corner.
Gor’thala appeared with a calmer and cooler presence.
She gave Seraphyra a flat look.
"Give Master space."
Seraphyra clicked her tongue but allowed herself to be dragged back toward the summoner domain’s portal.
"Very well," she said softly. "But do not neglect me too long, Master."
The portal sealed and West exhaled heavily.
Finally... peace.
He sat at his desk and pulled up the system interface.
[ Cuck Points: 2200 ]
He let out a low whistle.
"Not bad..."
Without hesitation, he opened the Shop and scrolled through before purchasing three additional skill slots.
– 500 CP –
Then he proceeded to purchase the two other skills he was interested in last time.
Kinetic Absorption – 420 CP
Volt Manipulation – 120 CP
His remaining CP dropped sharply to around a thousand.
He proceeded to check his locked skills since he currently had three newly available slots.
There were four skills stored there, waiting to be used but unfortunately, he only had three extra slots so he selected carefully.
• Kinetic Absorption
• Volt Manipulation
• Emotional Manipulation
Combat Instinct remained locked for now since there simply wasn’t room.
Now he had six skills that could be activated on command.
West leaned back in his chair.
"Alright..."
He proceeded to check his sub stats next.
[ SUB STATS ]
Strength: 44
Speed: 43
Agility: 33
Seduction: 57
Confidence: 49
Charm: 31
Aura: 31
Mental Resilience: 31
Stamina: 32
He tapped the enhancement option.
~ Cost per +10 per stat: 50 CP. ~
He hesitated for half a second and then went on with his decision.
+10 Strength
+10 Speed
+10 Agility
+10 Seduction
+10 Confidence
+10 Charm
+10 Aura
+10 Mental Resilience
+10 Stamina
– 450 CP –
A wave of energy surged through his body as his muscles turned denser and tightened.
His mind sharpened.
The moment he clenched his fist, he felt the difference instantly.
[ SUB STATS ]
Strength: 54
Speed: 53
Agility: 43
Seduction: 67
Confidence: 59
Charm: 41
Aura: 41
Mental Resilience: 41
Stamina: 42
West stood and walked toward the window and stared out over the city lights. Day by day he was taking the necessary steps to climb the ladder...
Everything was accelerating.
Soon he’d successfully form a gang... he just needed one more person...
West smirked faintly.
...
...
Friday arrived with noise.
The entire school buzzed with energy the moment students stepped through the gates. The banners had already been hung between buildings with bright fabric in house colors fluttering in the breeze. The sports field had been marked freshly with chalked lanes and cones, and the equipment for rope climbing, javelin, hurdles, and long jump had been set up in neat, intimidating rows.
Today was the inter-class competition.
Class 3A versus 3B, 3C, and 3D.
Graduation was only a month away, so this was the last major sporting event before everyone scattered into different futures.
West had originally intended to sit this one out. He was never one for engaging in sporting events since he used to be very introverted.
He stood off to the side of the field with hands in his pockets, watching the commotion unfold.
Mira Han jogged over, already hyped.
"You competing?"
"No."
"Good," Mira stated. "I don’t want to watch you accidentally throw someone into orbit."
Before West could reply, a group from Class 3A rushed toward him.
"West!"
He blinked.
The class rep looked panicked.
"Daniel called in sick. He had food poisoning."
"Unfortunate," West replied calmly.
"You’re the only one left who can fill his events."
West frowned slightly.
"I’m not even registered."
"It doesn’t matter. We can sub you in."
A few classmates crowded around him.
"Please, West!"
"Come on, man, you’re awakened! You’ve got this!"
"It’s our last competition before graduation!"
West hesitated because he genuinely felt like it would be cheating.
After all, his substats alone now put him leagues above normal awakened...
It wasn’t exactly fair.
But... after considering it for a bit... he decided that maybe he could have a little fun.
One last reckless day before adulthood and gangs.
He exhaled.
"Fine."
The group erupted.
"Yes!"
"Class 3A for the win!"
Mira jogged up beside him.
"West... please don’t embarrass them too hard."
West gave her a sidelong glance.
"No promises."
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The track buzzed with tension as competitors lined up for the 400-Meter Race.
West stepped into Lane 3 and students from other classes eyed him curiously.
One guy from 3C leaned over.
"Didn’t know summoners were into cardio."
West shrugged.
"I’m not."
Laughter rippled down the line.
From the stands, whispers floated.
"West’s participating?"
"He’s a summoner though..."
"Summoners aren’t built for speed."
