Quinn stood up, his body feeling remarkably fresh thanks to his stats. He lifted her limp body in his arms and carried her straight to the shower. He washed her with lukewarm water, freshening her skin and rinsing away the evidence of their long session!!

It was a godly view...the way the water beaded off her perfect curves and over her melon like tits. Seeing her pink nipples stand out against the cold water made his cock feel like it might actually burst through his cock...but he refrained from doing anything...

Her ass and her pink pussy were the real stars of the show, though. A killer body, through and through!

After the shower, he dried her off and carried her to the bed. He didn’t want to disturb her rest, she had worked a full hours and then spent five hours in a battle she was never going to win.

He tucked her gently and carried her body into a princess like position...

Then, Quinn went back and cleaned up their mess. He didn’t mind the manual labor.

Cleaning up was a small price to pay for the comfortable life he was starting to build.

The feeling of being happy...he had survived another day...while having a good time with a busty Milf..

He looked at his hands, still feeling the warmth of her skin, and smiled.

"Maybe it’s not really bad right?..." He mumbled, while smiling...

***

"Hoh... that was really a mess" Quinn muttered, wiping his forehead with a tired sigh.

Things had certainly gotten tricky, the sheer volume of cum, combined with the love juices she’d sprayed at every possible angle, had turned the room into a literal love juices damp...

Without waiting for an invitation, he headed straight for the shower. It didn’t matter if Lyra might scold him for not asking her permission... though the chances are slim..

’Well, she surely won’t scold me for taking a bath... But it’s much better to tell her after she woke up..’

After few minutes of bathing...Quinn exited the bathroom...

"Humm... humm... hummm..." Quinn hummed as the warm water hit his skin.

"If only my life could be like this every day, and not in that shitty, smelly room."

He scrubbed his entire body with meticulous care. This was a slice of his daily life back on Earth, and he wasn’t about to miss the chance to feel human again.

"Ah... that was refreshing." Quinn exited the shower, still humming a tune.

"Status" he whispered.

In an instant, the glowing blue interface emerged before his eyes:

Host: Quinn Cole

Age: 19 years old

Species: Human

Rank: Tier 1 - Novice (Low-tier human)

Strength: 25

Agility: 23

Endurance: 16

Mana: 12

Non-distributed Points: 37

Skills:

Severing Cut (Rank C-)

Exclusive Skills:

Squirting Touch (Rank S)

Infinite Endurance (Rank SS)

Monstrous Cock! (Rank ???)

Godly Fingering (Rank B-)

Inventory: Locked

Shop: Locked

"This is definitely a lot! This system is absolutely broken!" Quinn was genuinely surprised. His grinding

had turned out to be a massive blessing.

’But... how am I supposed to reach Tier 2?’ he wondered.

’Do I need to reach a stat limit, or is there some kind of breakthrough?’He didn’t have the answers yet.

"I really need to distribute my stats evenly now. If I hadn’t matched with that sandworm, things might have been easier, but I can’t take anymore chances."

He walked over to the bed where Lyra was still sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

’Wait, is that weird? It’s definitely weird, right?!’ Quinn felt a brief flash of an existential crisis after the kiss.

’Ah, who cares! She’s just too beautiful to resist.’

"I will definitely make you mine," he whispered to the sleeping Milf...

"Need to go. I can’t stay here forever now that my match is over. They’ll surely cage me back in that shitty place soon." He complained, but he knew the rules. It wouldn’t be called a prison if the the slaves could move as they pleased... right?

’But just you wait... I am getting stronger. I will surely escape this so called Crucible Prison.’ Quinn was dedicated.

He hadn’t been transmigrated just to die in a cage. His goal was clear... survive, escape, and find more MILFs!

***

"Ahh, shit... I’m back." Quinn cursed as he stood in the center of his usual, dismal cell. The transition from Lyra’s heaven back to this hell was enough to make anyone bitter.

" Let’s get back to work."

He reached into his tunic and pulled out a book. He had borrowed it from Lyra’s garbage...essentially stealing, though he figured it wasn’t a big deal since she’d thrown it away. It was actually a brochure related to high end skincare.

’Skincare even in this prison? How did they even managed to get this?’

His intention wasn’t to learn about moisturizers, but to see if he could actually read the language of this world!

He hoped the system would bridge the gap or simply give her some kind of helping hand...

As he flipped through the pages, looking at the images of various brands, the symbols began to shift in his mind.

"Wow... that’s amazing." Even if he couldn’t explain what’s happening, he could suddenly understand the text perfectly.

"So the system also translates languages! This is going to make my life so much easier."

He spent some time reading the brochure, hoping for a clue about his location or the world outside, but found nothing.

It made sense even someone like Lyra lived in a bubble within the prison.

He stood up, his space limited but sufficient and closed his eyes and imagined holding a sword.

Then, he began his shadow training. He didn’t want to rely solely on his broken skills, he needed to master the basics so he wouldn’t be caught off guard in his next battle.

Fwoosh! Fwoosh! Jab! Hook!

He practiced everything he remembered...boxing from his youth and Taekwondo, throwing kicks with fluid motion from every possible angle.

Pa! Pa! Bamm! Bamm!

The sound of his strikes echoed off the stone walls as he pushed his newly heightened stats to the limit, preparing his body for the carnage to come.