A slow day

His first night was quite eventful, netting him two new harem girls; that even if they were both C-rank, he'd gained a couple skills from each of them and approximately a strength and dex boost to 177.1% and 146.4%, respectively, without counting any buffing skills.

Despite going a couple more rounds with them to pass time in bed, not much happened, and it took quite a few hours in the afternoon for the system to cough up a new site evil for them. During the time that took, Dokkaebi sneaked around Dexter's neighborhood setting weak traps to troll locals, and Oni focused herself on exercising with her club.

Other than completing less than a day's worth of bed rest to even begin to heal his spine, hips and legs, Dexter inspected his harem's daily behaviors and cashed some of the money from the bags Oni yoinked; immediately handing it off to his mother to compensate for how much protein and snacks got cleared out of the house's food supply.

While they lacked any standard of decency, Dexter still complied and had his girls clean themselves up; of course using up most of the house's hot water with showering.

Further nagged by his mother, Dexter told them to raid his sister's room; who was busy studying abroad, just so that his girls would have something to wear.

Oni threw on and destructively stretched out his sister's old school uniform, leaving practically nothing to the imagination, but complying with her master to cover up.

Whereas Dokkaebi wanted to cross the line a bit and somehow rigged a couple of dog harnesses into a supremely slutty outfit. She simply tried arguing out the definition of a full outfit to Dexter's mom , such as (2 harnesses equals 2 full outfits for dogs; therefore she's over dressed if anything), shutting her up in frustration, and at best, compromising by keeping the straps over her nipples half of the time.

The first site of evil was a simple gang of **** dealers; that apparently crossed the line between party animals, businessmen, or mind-exploring psychonauts, as they kidnapped and forcibly dosed people to create new customers.

Dokkaebi showed her worthlessness as before any of the gangsters could set off her traps, they were all bashed by Oni charging out and clearing them all within a handful of minutes. Luckily for the strung out victims, who were definitely having bad trips, Oni didn't see any of them as a sporting prey and Dokkaebi sensed that she wouldn't be able to get a reaction out of them to warrant trolling.

The progress bar barely filled to 1/3 of the way; perhaps from a combination of the volume of gangsters offset from their actions being relatively less evil than terrorists.

The rest of the afternoon went by just as dully; taking out figures that ruined lives with the intent to continue, but nothing significant happened. Things were taking long enough that it also wouldn't have been unfair to assume that the summoning meter had beefed up considerably from its last required volume.

At the end of the night, when the bar looked like it had a good chance at finishing; Dexter just waited outside an otherwise abandoned hospital filled with members of some crime syndicate that he didn't care to investigate.

Not wanting to go through the whole effort of entrancing another girl to follow him on his own, Dexter had Dokkaebi finally do something meaningful by planting various traps and subtly baiting guys to walk into them, before returning to give him a thigh-job; while waiting for any dumbass to get merk'd and let him summon a girl while surrounded by his other summons.

Eventually someone slipped up, and Dexter impatiently spammed 'Summon again'; feeling his wrath bubble again at the same old summoning event, making him wonder if every summon had the same entry to this plane with identical flaming pillars.

The flames dissipated: he looked high, and he looked low; at best noticing a faint shadow branching out and adding a vantablack hue to the surrounding darkness.

Dexter saw absolutely no one; and threw Dokkaebi off his lap in a rage feeling that he was scammed.

She joked, "Didn't like the fireworks?"

He rushed to check the device on his wrist; not caring to notice its now oval-like screen and dark frame, also planning to ass-fuck Dokkaebi into oblivion again if the system really scammed him.

It read, 'Successful 3rd summon. Summoned: (Mental-demon) Nightmare; ranking: (Pride) C-, traits: Analysis, mental-being, mind reading, weak possession, Shadow sense, Mental-space, weak illusions'

Dexter breathed a sigh of relief that was immediately amended because this was his lowest rank summon yet; that somehow represented pride despite that, and at worst it had completely vanished without a trace.

He internally cursed 'Mental-demon; great, another psycho-bitch'

His now raging strength could more than compensate for his injuries; leading him to go ass-fucking Dokkaebi as promised, while Oni fapped and guarded, watching in reserve.

During this time a presence invaded the surrounding shadows, watching everything and immediately forming a connection with the hospital's aesthetic. The presence could tell that the hospital was being used as a lab for bio-terrorism, and felt the compulsion to test and experiment with a lab packed with test subjects.

The lab wasn't sophisticated enough to create plagues, but it was more than effective at creating subtle ways of **** for those already at risk. All the kidnapped test subjects were essentially done for, and soon the criminal doctors' senses started giving way one by one; seeing things that weren't there and feeling their limbs occasionally jerk without cause.

A couple of researchers naturally wandered into traps, others felt called to them, but most strikingly were the ones that falsely believed themselves to be infected and seemingly viewed harmful agents as antibiotics. The remaining researchers at their most stressed, saw their colleagues experimenting on their loved ones as they would random people; triggering heavy infighting.

She nearly made it to head office, but was completely tossed out by an aura completely inverse to her own; pulsing so strongly that Dexter's crew sensed it as well.

Pausing his thrusts, Dexter checked the device; and was shocked by the persistently rising bar. He looked around in confusion and oddly focused on the concrete ground beginning to grow paler and suddenly tile like, as the surroundings felt claustrophobic; moving in like walls till they were just as sanitized as the new floor.

Suddenly his harem was nowhere to be seen, and it felt like he was in some closed-off hospital corridor.

The uneasy environment made the term Nightmare stick out to him as either the possessive sword demon from Soulcaliber, or some burn victim from Elm street.

This anxiety was sensed clearly and adapted to; with her skin shifting for slight burns, not completely to prevent him from being too freaked out, but just a bit to sew seeds of unease and study their growth.

Her heels clacked down the hall, opening the door to his section of 'the-hospital'; to appear in front of him as an entrancingly attractive nurse with intriguing scars and a deeply focused gaze.

"Hello my dear patient, Do you care to answer a few questions?" she asked calmly without a sense of human emotion.