New (Late) Low, New (Late) Lover

The evening sun glittered high above, just as it did at noon, or at midnight. The warmth it delivered was not enough to discomfort, and yet its light or some other property of the reflecting pools kept the waters warm and soothing. John pondered it idly as he floated flat upon one of the pools, his half-lidded eyes locked onto a sun that didn’t burn the retina or even make one wince to look upon it. It was a video game sun, he decided, here in his video game world.

Here, where time in the world in which he sinned was slowed to a crawl. Here, waiting to hear or feel the verdict from the Order. Here, left alone as he demanded of his more accommodating summons, in the core of his mind.

A few summons kept only a token distance, but remained silent: Fairy did her best to seem more interested in bathing in an adjacent pool, though she would toss her Master worried glances from time to time. She was sure he’d be furious with her, and unjustly so: she had seldom even met a greater demon fairy, and never witnessed one feeding their essence to humans. How was she to know? Tension was all John had left her with; he had only given her a tired stare before walking to the pool, wearing nothing but the boxers he had kept on once he arrived at his house.

Woofroot watched his owner float in naught but water-soaked boxers, and muttered and whined while obeying John's orders to stay away. His eye-stalks sunk into his body, and worried eyebrows of leaves formed over each glowing orb. By the leafy creature was the newer, diminutive, green-colored fellow: the blood-grumbler goblin who had only just joined the temple. “Is he always like this?” he muttered, his voice shrill and wholly unpleasant.

“Never,” Tita replied, leaning on the marble balusters that surrounded, and made four entrances into, the sunken stage at the center of the temple. She was a mere five feet from her Master’s head, and she did her best to entice with her bared chest; his eyes did not so much as wander.

The goblin was of a different mind, however, and leered at the elven beefers all the while. “Pssh. He wanted me to teach him alchemy, yet he wastes his time acting like a dead log in a river! What a shoddy state for the great Kazex...!”

Tita didn’t respond to defend John; she, too, was concerned of his state. Thinking on his orders, she was not allowed to approach to try and convince or comfort him; so, then, she was not ordered to keep from pleasing herself.

Fairy and the others raised eyebrows as Tita, swollen and heavy as she was, swayed towards and entered the pool, casting small waves to tickle the corner of John’s awareness. “Tita, I told you to..." He didn't bother finishing his complaint.

“... to not comfort you, and I will not,” she said confidently, smiling with those half-lidded, sparkling blue eyes. “But you’ve been neglecting me, dear husband.” Low as the pool was, she could only barely hide half of her belly underneath the water while on her knees; in that position, she approached, bringing her leaking breast closer to John’s face. “Look at how your presence makes me yearn...”

“I neglected to turn that aura back off... just like I neglected to read the goddamn-“

“You neglected me. Here," she declared with a gentle smile, lifting her massive left tit in her hands.

“Tita... even your feelings for me are a lie, perpetuuuuf.” She guided her dripping nipple right into his mouth as he spoke, and with a frustrated sigh he drank the sweet warmth from her, taking care to lean his head forward as it poured down his gullet.

She sighed in satisfaction, and stroked his hair as he nursed. “Alysha tells me you skipped dinner! Such a forgetful Master... and...” Her right hand slowly glided over his body, towards the erect cock that was barely sheathed in tented boxers. With a dainty hand, she flicked the trembling, strained cloth and let his cock stand free. “... oh! It looks like you really are ready to pay me a bit more attention-“

A John-shaped dent in the water briefly existed after he blinked away, pulling his soaked boxers away with a curse before tossing it towards the cleric spirit that waited to clean up the splashes. Silently, it lifted the boxers telepathically and began to clean and spin dry them in the air.

“You don’t understand! I wonder if any of you could?” He looked around the room, bare as he was, and took stock of the growing army of beasts, humanoids, and beast humanoids in his employ. "You guys are part of this world! Hell, almost all of you attacked me to some degree... but my classmates are just normal. They have no way to fight back... or any reason to fight." The cleric spirit cautiously approached with the quick-cleaned boxers. He marched past it, finding no reason for decency among his servants. "Hell, maybe even that's not being fair to you guys."

"Certainly not, John Newman." Alysha stepped out from behind the statue of John, no doubt walking to ensure she was ever out of his field of vision on approach. A hunting habit; a predator's habit, John decided. "You called me to the grave of my fiance, **** me into slavery, and **** your blasphemous seed to take root." She continued walking towards him; he felt sure she would somehow strike him, despite his orders. "I hate you more with every moment of this Hell..."

She was upon him; he could smell a familiar, feminine odor, and his eyes widened as he realized that she was the source. "Alysha-"

She wrapped all ten of her lithe fingers about his ramrod, and her eyes trembled and glistened as she tried to maintain her stoicism. "... and to my shame, I've been able to think of little else but laying with you again. So please, leave the wretched moon elf to rot in that pool-"

Tita rose from said pool, inhaling to spill out her outrage.

"- and sleep with your first wife... first." John winced as she gave him a vicious tug and twist, but his damage resistance only made it feel vexingly good. She neared him further, and the head of his meat poked the small baby bump between them. "You've hexed me, **** me to this breaking point... and so, please, the least you could do..."

"How submissive," Tita muttered with a malicious smile.

Alysha's lips twitched, but she contained the cocktail of emotions swirling within her. John looked between them, unsure of what to do. His harem was starting to turn-

Harem... "Wait... where's..." John looked about again. "Where's the gi... ehm, the summon I... captured... today?" There really was no good way to say it.

Tita scoffed at being so quickly overlooked. Alysha remained steady, doing her best not to cave to her burgeoning lust, but it demanded she remain tight-lipped and silent.

"She was cowering among the waypoints, last I saw her," Fairy suddenly offered, continuing her bath. A cleric spirit floated by her and, on seeing stray sparkles dot the water, began cleansing it of the demon's taint. "It was clear she could understand us... I just don't think she was ready to deal with us." Her words were oddly sterile; she had not jabbed at John or offered any of her usual smartass lines since he had arrived. She looked at him ever with downcast or preoccupied eyes, never meeting his gaze. She couldn't have felt guilt for her part; besides being a demon, he got her to confess that she really hadn't known the effects of her secretions. A new type of being coy, he wagered, then. "... Of course, that was three days ago."

John flinched at that. Whatever time had passed in the real world, Wentworth's days in her barrier had really been felt as days for those in his temple... which meant that poor, confused woman had been trapped in a den of monsters and strange, pregnant, or pregnant and strange women, all without explanation, for almost half a week. "Damn it... I should talk to her."

"You should expel her before she becomes a problem," Alysha warned. A grumbling of what sounded like affirmatives came from the rabbit men, still at the mouth of the hall, still cautious about approaching John or any of the temple occupants.

"She's a hot little problem," Kazex opined, though a withering gaze from John silenced the alchemist.

Finally finding an excuse to put on his boxers, John contemplated going back for more clothes before meeting the girl. What's the point? Not like she won't eventually see all of me through the psychosphere... With a sigh, he marched towards the Waypoint Chamber, through the entrance hall and then through the arch of that ill-used room-

"GAAAAAAH!" The monstrous half-moan, half-screech had taken John by surprise; the creature was too fast, already upon him-

... and stopped, just short of biting him with its pearly white, drooling teeth. The creature reared back and lunged again, still flashing those perfectly human teeth in their efforts to bite John in the shoulder. Drool dripped down from them, but otherwise they never tasted his flesh. Realizing he was safe, John took the moment of confusion to properly assess the beast that nearly had him: its skin was a thorough blue, as if all the body had become bruised into the same shade of near-cerulean, and blended well with the familiar, green cheongsam of antiquated design. Her hair, once nicely tied up in an ornate headpiece, was now loose, snow white, and hanging in wild, straight locks where it didn't tangle, the longest parts of it nearly brushing the floor even as she stood erect. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, revealing the blue-tinted whites of them until they rolled back into view as if to confirm exactly why this creature was not yet enjoying a succulent bite of Newman. Her hands came to try and **** the life from John, but the ice-cold fingers could only manage a gentle caress of his throat. They continued to wander blindly on his skin, as if expecting to find some weak point.

Horrified, John pulled up the creature's character sheet, not quite willing to believe the transformation before him.

Ju Sakuda (The Empress Who Honors Her Father, Was Virtuous, Warm, and Kind, Was Ever Sincere But Obedient, Merciful to the People, Respectful and Cautious of Her Place, Worthy of Love and Honored by Her Emperor)
Level 16 Jiangshi
HP: 1,003/1,003
MP: 0/504
Relationship: 0
Princess-consort of Yizhu Aisin Gioro (Emperor Xiangfeng). A priest laid evil spirits upon her on her mother's orders as part of a plot against the future Emperor, but the spirits eventually killed Ju. Ju's body was sealed with talismans to prevent the evil spirits from animating her corpse, until she eventually came to be utilized by a witch from a foreign land.
Str 36, Agi 56, End 42, Int 11, Wis 10, Cha 18, Lib 41
Status Effects: jiangshi stability (0%)
Skills: consume yang lvl16, detect yang lvl16, touch of yin lvl16
Qualities: jiangshi, spirit body

As the creature continued to **** John in confusion, he took the time (wincing all the while) to review her unique details.

Jiangshi stability (0%): deteriorates at a rate of 1% per round spent fully activated. Deterioration can be slowed willfully to a rate of 1% per hour if minimal actions are taken. Jiangshi stability is restored by spending a percentage of mp equal to the percentage of jiangshi stability restored as a full-round action. The effects of jiangshi stability relate to the jiangshi quality.

Consume yang lvl16, 0mp
Consume yang: any attack that draws living essence from a target can transfer that essence to the jiangshi, restoring 1% of jiangshi stability per 4 damage dealt in one attack, to a maximum of [skill level]% per attack. Attacks that do not deal damage but draw yang out will instead deal 4 damage per skill level, restoring [skill level]% jiangshi stability.

Detect yang lvl16, 10mp
Detect yang: allows the jiangshi to detect living creatures or strong living energy sources within a one-mile radius, with direction being more honed as the jiangshi nears the prey. Detect yang lasts for one hour.

Touch of yin lvl16, 20mp
Touch of yin: produce negative energy from the evil spirits inside the jiangshi, tainting a living creature. Touch of yin can be dealt along with an attack or as a touch, and deals 30 damage to the target per skill level and corrupts their life ****, reducing their permanent hp by half of that amount. A target that dies with half or more of health negated by yin can return as a jiangshi. Permanent health lost to yin is restored at a rate of 1hp per day per level of the victim. Touch of yin can instead be used to heal undead, except for the jiangshi herself, for 30hp per skill level. Touch of yin does not activate consume yang.

Jiangshi: this undead creature does not rot or fall apart as the dead would do naturally, but their bodies cease living functions as their stability deteriorates, causing changes in appearances and temperature. Stability affects them in other ways as it is reduced: at <80%, the jiangshi can only move around by hopping. At <60%, the jiangshi begins to feel a gnawing hunger that cannot be satisfied by food or drink. At <40%, the jiangshi will consume its mp habitually just to feel better, and at <20% the jiangshi no longer regenerates mana. At <10%, the jiangshi is more undead beast than human. A jiangshi can be healed by yin energy, but cannot benefit from yang energy channeled magically. Only yang of the flesh can satisfy a jiangshi.

Spirit body: a jiangshi is not a living body or a corpse in the traditional sense: its body can be dismembered, only to reform again as long as the spirit is healed. A spirit body is incredibly difficult to destroy: at 0hp it will merely cease functioning, but will not be destroyed unless completely obliterated by a magical flame or by the burning heat of a star.

"What the Hell did I lift from Wentworth...?" He knew, rather explicitly, what he took; more, the burden now seemed absurd- "Hey!"

Ju had drifted down his body, looking for some weak point she could attack to try and draw out the life energy for which she thirsted... and had pulled his boxers down enough for the summoner's scepter to boop her on the face.

[Due credit to kire5613 for Kazex, as written in “Goblin Breeding ****”, also on CHYOA! There will be deviations, but this Kazex is absolutely a tribute of the same name to kire5613’s creation. Go check it out, if you’re into it. :) (Full Disclosure: I added to a branch on that story, too. I do not intend to actually connect them, however.)]