"Why not let this day pass too?" Quinn asked, looking at her with begging eyes.

"I’m still not satisfied! Let’s just keep going until the three days are up. Isn’t that a better plan?"

Lyra let out a laugh as she stood up from the tub.

"Heh..better? Do you want to die already? The Nekoball will eat you whole if it finds out I’m neglecting my duties to play with a slave. I didn’t even finish my report yesterday because of the mess you made in your cell..."

Quinn pouted, though he couldn’t deny the logic.

"Is that so? Well, at least let’s eat something together before you head out.."

"Hmmn...let’s do that." Lyra said, a mischievous, teasing smile playing on her lips.

"But can you even cook, Quinn? Or are you only good at one kind of work?"

"Well... let’s find out."

The two of them exited the bathroom.. As Lyra walked ahead of him, Quinn couldn’t help himself...

SMACK!!

"Ehkkk!!"

"Hehe... sorry about that...I can’t help it." Quinn said while fondling her busty tits

"Ahnn... you really are a pervert," Lyra moped, her face flushing.

Internally, her mind was a mess. She is still not satisfied but responsibility comes first..

In the end, Lyra was the one who ended up preparing the meal. Quinn’s attempt

to cook something been a devastating failure.. the dish he wanted to cook was wasted after it turned into a black charcoal thing...

Quinn and Lyra sat down together like a couple, the atmosphere surprisingly romantic despite the ruined wall in the other room.

Lyra had prepared a dish of savory meat sautéed with some vegetables.

"Oh!! This is so delicious!" Quinn exclaimed, devouring the dish...

"I don’t even know what kind of meat and vegetables is this, but it’s really incredible."

"Fufu... I told you, I’m quite good at cooking," Lyra said, her eyes shining with confidence as she watched him eat...being complimented is sure one of Lyra’s weakness...

"Fufu that’s a trade secret..."

"Then... just become my wife already..." Quinn blurted out after chewing down a meat...

Lyra stopped chewing, her face turning a soft shade of pink. She looked away shyly, her heart pounding so fast...

"We’ll see..." she mumbled.

Lyra knew she couldn’t escape the inevitable and she already given her forbidden fruit to Quinn...Her body and soul were already beginning to revolve around him...

"Oh, can I ask you something?" Quinn’s tone turned serious.

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Will I be thrown into a deeper cell after our three days are up?"

Lyra sighed, putting her chin between her hands.

"There is a high chance that you’ll be assigned to a deeper block.. However, don’t worry too much. We can still see each other...hehe."

Quinn’s mouth hung open. His plan to asked her if they can still see each other was answered before he even asked...

’Is it because of her skill? Or just a women’s intuition?’ Quinn wondered, curious to know how she did that...

"Fufu... I know exactly what you’re thinking, Quinn," she said, slowly licking her spoon in a way that was meant to seduce him.

Quinn gulped after seeing her do that erotic and seductive move...

"Why don’t you... just get to work?" Quinn regained her bearings t .

’HOLY! This woman is just to perfect... This MILF is definitely top-tier...’

Bonk!

"Silly Quinn," Lyra said, bonking his head gently with her spoon before standing up.

"I’m going now...hehe.."

She walked to the door, pausing for a moment to look back then she gave him a seductive wink.

"Fufu...prepare for another round the moment I get back hehe."

She closed the door behind her, leaving Quinn stunned in the silence... mouth hung opened after seeing her do that..

"That... was so hot..."

After cleaning up the kitchen...Quinn wandered over to the bookshelves, he wanted to learn more about this place.

"Lyra won’t get angry if I look... but I’ll ask her later just in case."

He spent a few minutes looking at books names before heading toward the training area at the back of her room.

Quinn noticed something interesting...when he punched and created a gaping hole to his cell, the only thing he saw are solid blocks made out of black obsidian like materials..

"How does this place even work? It’s too big to be just an underground prison..." he muttered.

Though he let that thought go wild,focusing on the task at hand. He needed to see how much stronger he’d become...

"Status."

Name: Quinn Cole

Age: 19 years old

Race: Human

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

Strength: 65

Agility:73

Endurance: 61

Mana: 57

Non distributed Points: 63

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]

--- 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Oh... I’ve gained 53 stat points...that’s good. But why does it feels like that it’s low?.." Quinn asked himself... curious to know why the stats he gained is quite low compared to the previous points..

Quinn remembered that’s Lyra moan and more than whats given to the stats...they did it for more than 1 day adferall!

Quinn couldn’t understand how Lyra managed to move... though she felt more energetic...more or like a plant who got showered by miracle waters...in a desert.

"Hmm..so there’s really an upper limit..." While thinking deeply...that’s the only reasonable explanation..

Quinn tried recalling her stats... and remembered that her total stat is approximately within 250+ total points after the boost of the cores...

"Hmm...maybe the system helps me get the stats of the Milf I satisfied, making them squirt and moan...that’s crazy how easy he can get stats...a whooping 250 stats just fucking a MILF! That’s definitely a cheat!

Quinn decided in his mind to Fuck more Milfs!...But!!! he need to ask Lyra first... better let her know to avoid hurting her feelings.