Online Game: I Turn Monsters Into Food 10,000x Buffs

The sticky air hung thick with pussy juice and sweat, Liam’s knuckles slicked, as he hammered two fingers into her tight hole. "Fuck, Liam! I’m, I can’t—!" she choked, her back arching off, tits bouncing wildly.

Elizabeth’s hips were thrusting against his hand. Beside her, Midnight’s cat girl body convulsed, her soaked cunt swallowing Liam’s other fingers whole. "M-Masterrrr! Ahhnn! Midnight’s—gonna—!" she wailed, her tail lashing against his wrist, her ass grinding against the Liams hard cock.

Liam didn’t slow down. He curled his fingers deep, finger fucking both, scraping their G-spots with brutal precision. Elizabeth’s cunt clenched like a vice. "THERE! RIGHT Haaah-" she screamed, her eyes rolling back, body shaking like a seizure.

Midnight’s squeals pitched higher, a broken, purring whimper as her tight pussy spasmed around his fingers, "Cumming Cumming for Master! Aaahhhhnnn!" Her whole frame trembled,

Elizabeth’s thighs quivered violently, her pussy still pulsing, "T-Too much... s’too good..." she slurred, drooling, leaning against Liam’s arm, snuggled into him.

Midnight whimpered, her fingers clawing at his hand, her pussy fluttering weakly around his slowing fingers. "M-Master... filled..."

Then Liam lost it. With a guttural low growl, he came again, but up, midnight’s back. His cock erupted, hot ropes of cum splattering thick and white across her trembling shoulder blades, dripping down the curve of her spine.

Midnight mewled, oversensitive and shaking, as his cum drenched her back.

Both girls lay limp against his body.

Liam chuckled, took his fingers out of midnight, cleaned up the remaining cum off her back, scooped one girl up out of the bath at a time, wrapped them in towels each and then carried them to bed, one on each side, snuggled into his side.

He slept like a dead man.

No dreams. Just the warm, solid weight of two women pressed into either side of him, soft breathing against his skin, and the quiet dark of the room settling over everything like a blanket.

Liam’s eyes opened slowly.

The ceiling. Wood grain, a faint crack running diagonally from the left beam. Morning light bleeds in around the edge of the shuttered window, pale and unhurried.

He didn’t move for a long moment.

Elizabeth’s pink hair was splayed across his chest, her cheek pressed flat against him, one hand loosely fisted in the fabric near his ribs. On his other side, Midnight had curled herself into the tightest possible shape, knees tucked up, tail wrapped around his leg, her small face soft and slack with sleep. One of her ears twitched.

Liam looked at the ceiling again.

Yeah, he thought. This is it. I could die happy right now.

He meant it sincerely. No irony, it settled certainty sitting in the middle of his chest like a well-placed stone. If the world ended in the next four seconds, he had genuinely no complaints.

The world, naturally, had other plans.

"LIAM."

The shout came from outside, a male voice, full volume, zero shame.

Rogue.

"OI, LIAM, GET UP, LET’S GO, COME ON, WE’RE OUTSIDE, WAKE UPPPPP."

Jace’s laughter cut underneath it, high and bright, the kind that meant he already found something funny and was just waiting to find something funnier.

Midnight stirred. Elizabeth didn’t.

Liam carefully extracted himself from both of them, moving slowly and deliberately, shifting Elizabeth’s hand off his chest and unwinding Midnight’s tail from his leg. Elizabeth made a small, disgruntled sound and reached for the pillow. Midnight mewled once, barely conscious, and curled tighter.

He stood, then rolled his neck. The joints cracked.

He was still naked.

The window was directly behind the bed, low and wide, shutters latched from the inside. Rogue was still going. Liam reached over both sleeping women, unlatched the shutters, and pushed them open.

The morning air hit him first. Cool, fresh, smelling of grass and something that might have been wood smoke.

The four of them were standing in the narrow yard below, Rogue mid-shout with one hand cupped around his mouth, Jace beside him with his arms folded and that expression on his face, Mirra slightly behind them both, and Fridge at the edge of the group like a shadow wearing a hood.

There was a beat of complete silence.

Rogue’s mouth stayed open.

Jace’s expression didn’t change immediately. Then it changed a lot.

Mirra looked up, assessed the situation in approximately half a second, and gave a firm thumbs up.

The fridge turned slightly to the side and said something. The syllables were angular and wrong, the kind of sounds that didn’t belong in a human throat, rattling and hollow. Liam didn’t speak Lich. He was fairly confident he’d just heard someone swear in it for the first time.

"Nice," Jace said, recovering fastest. He was already grinning. "Good morning and solid work. Any chance I can get in on the next one?"

Liam looked at him.

"No," he said. "Don’t touch. I’ll decide if your meat’s worth it."

Jace opened his mouth, closed it, seemed to genuinely consider this, then shrugged with the easy acceptance of a man who had been rejected in worse ways. "Fair enough. Worth the ask." He clapped his hands together. "Get dressed and get down here. We’ve got egirls to kill, and there has to be coffee somewhere in this godforsaken land."

Behind Liam, there was movement.

He glanced back.

Midnight had pushed herself up onto her knees in the middle of the bed, sheet falling off entirely, blinking at the window with large, sleepy eyes. She registered the group outside. She waved. Cheerful and unhurried, very midnight, completely unbothered.

Rogue made a sound that wasn’t a word.

Elizabeth surfaced from under the blanket approximately one second later, saw the open window, saw the people, and went back under the blanket so fast it looked involuntary. A pink cat ear stayed visible above the edge. Then that too disappeared.

"Was that....?" Mirra started.

"Yes," Jace said.

"Both of them?"

"Yes."

Mirra looked up, then down again, then looked at the guys, "We should do that, but you two and me."

Rogue was too shocked to speak.

Jace just nodded approvingly and said, "Would."

Liam pulled the shutters most of the way closed, leaving just enough light in the room to see by, and turned back to find his clothes.

His clothes were where he’d left them. Black shirt, black pants, folded over the chair by the wall because that was where he put things when he didn’t want to think about where they were later. He dressed in under a minute, ran a hand through his white hair once, and decided that was enough grooming for now.

Elizabeth had resurfaced from the blanket by the time he was lacing his boots, sitting up with her pink hair doing something genuinely architectural on one side and her eyes at half-mast, sheet pulled up to her collarbone. She was looking at the window as if it had personally wronged her.

"They saw," she said.

"Yes."

She was quiet for a moment. "All of them?"

"Mirra gave a thumbs up."

Elizabeth’s expression cycled through several things rapidly and landed somewhere between mortified and furious. She made a sound low in her throat and pulled the sheet back over her head.

Midnight was already moving. She’d slid off the bed and was padding toward her clothes in that unhurried, boneless way she had, tail drifting behind her, entirely unbothered by the morning or the audience or anything else that had just happened. She picked up a small black top and examined it.

"Master," she said, without looking up, "Midnight wonders are we going out today?"

"After breakfast."

She made a pleased sound and kept dressing.

Liam left them to it and went downstairs.

He went to the kitchen and prepped some food

He crouched in front of the hearth.

Level three. He had cooked on a level one hearth. He’d cooked on open fires and cracked stone and once, memorably, a flat rock he’d heated in a river. This was different. This was right.

He opened his system panel, pulled up his inventory, and started pulling ingredients.

Ham, thick-cut, already smoked and broken down. Hard cheese, sharp enough to make your eyes water. Flour, butter, milk—full cream, the real thing, heavy in the jug.

While the dough rested, he cracked the eggs.

Monster eggs were twice the size of anything he’d known before this world, with shells thick enough to need actual force, and yolks the colour of a deep sunset, orange-red and vivid. He cracked six of them into a bowl, added a long pour of the full cream milk, and grated a solid handful of the sharp cheese directly in.

The trick was the milk. Most people didn’t do this. Most people cracked eggs into a hot pan and called it done, and then wondered why their eggs were flat and rubbery. You added cold full cream milk, you whisked it until the mixture was pale and slightly foamy, and then you cooked it low and slow and didn’t stop moving them. That was it. That was the whole secret. The milk created steam as it cooked, and the steam made the eggs lift, and if you pulled them off just before they looked done, they’d finish themselves in the residual heat and come out soft and thick and almost unbearably good.

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Status: Stream: Disconnected

The Window-Sill Disregard Event: Liam, unlatching his shutters while completely naked, to address Rogue’s early morning screaming, has inflicted massive [Stun Attributes] upon the entire yard. Midnight, standing up completely uncovered to cheerfully wave at the group, has permanently broken Rogue’s cognitive system, while forcing Elizabeth into a high-speed, involuntary [Blanket Burrow Matrix] to hide her architectural bedhead.

The Mirra Counter-Proposal: Mirra evaluating Liam’s dual-harem alignment in under half a second before immediately turning to the boys and proposing an identical arrangement for themselves has caused Jace to unlock the [Instant "Would" Affirmation Passive]. The system notes Rogue remains too emotionally shell-shocked to execute a basic linguistic response.