I Shall Cuck Everyone

The next morning, Jake woke up and noticed Zamira was already out of bed, probably off doing something.

'Fuck, my whole body aches,' he muttered, groaning as he tried to stretch. But then his eyes lit up, something felt different.

He had really gotten Jill's gravity ability.

'I even got Stella's too,' he thought, blinking around the room, suddenly buzzing with energy.

'Damn, I forgot how cool it was to get women's abilities for 24 hours. And I can stack as many as I want—as long as I sleep with them. Mimi, is there any chance this ability could evolve?'

{Master, I believe I already explained this to you. You probably forgot. This was originally my ability, but you've inherited a… modified version of it. Mine works by consuming beasts with abilities. Later, I discovered it also worked on intelligent beings if I consumed them. Yours is… well, perverted. You copy the abilities for 24 hours through sex. However, if you use it more frequently, it might evolve. The duration could increase.}

'So basically, I just need to use it more,' Jake muttered, slipping out of bed, throwing on his clothes, and heading out to deal with the day's tasks.

Days passed.

During that time, Jake struck deals with several top merchants, pushing them to invest heavily in Edgar Frost's technology. To his surprise, instead of the scrutiny he expected, merchants were practically lining up to work with him.

Being Jake, he didn't waste the opportunity. He hired two top officials as aides to handle negotiations with the smaller merchants. Even though he wasn't exactly loved by the people at first, his recent moves started to shift public opinion. It gave Jake his first real glimpse into the dark underbelly of politics—the subtle, terrifying way it works.

Things were going well… maybe too well. Eventually, the routine began to wear on him. Every day was the same; relieve old man Duke from his duties, take a break, then spend the rest of the day sleeping with his wives.

It even got to the point where Jake barely had time for sex anymore. That frustrated him. Until—

"Darling! It happened! It finally happened!!"

Zamira's anxious voice practically gave Jake a heart attack. He turned just in time to see her running full speed toward him. Before he could react, she leapt at him. Jake had to grab the balcony rail with one hand and catch Zamira with the other.

"What happened?" he asked, steadying her as she clung to him with her legs wrapped around his waist and her face inches from his.

"Look," she said, holding up a white pregnancy strip—two red lines. Jake stared, his eyes widening.

"Y-You're actually pregnant?" he asked, stunned.

Zamira nodded, beaming with a smile.

"Yes! Yes! I did it?" Jake dropped her gently to the floor and pumped his fists. "I did it!"

"You? Or do you mean *we* did it?" Zamira rolled her eyes. But before she could add more, Jake snatched the strip from her and launched himself into the air—headed straight for the main palace.

"WAIT!"

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Landing on the lawn of Old Man Duke's chamber, Jake grinned and stormed inside without knocking. The moment he entered, he was greeted by the sight of the old man sitting on the bare ground, sipping liquor and surrounded by a couple of vampire chicks who were giving him massages and special services.

When old Duke saw Jake, surprise flashed across his face. He quickly waved the women away. "Out, all of you."

The chicks scurried out, giggling, leaving old man and Jake alone.

"Jake, I didn't expect to see you… And by the way, thanks for relieving me of my duties. These past few days have been nothing but bliss. Pure bliss. I've had the best time of my life—" He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he got a good look at Jake.

"I was so caught up, I forgot to offer you a seat. Come, sit." Duke gestured to a chair.

Jake sat down, still grinning from ear to ear.

"Alright, what's with that grin? You look suspicious."

Without a word, Jake handed him the pregnancy strip.

Old man Duke turned it over in his hands, frowning. "This… what the hell is this? Some kind of alcohol detector?" He looked around, suddenly paranoid. 'Did someone snitch on me about my drinking?' He squinted. 'Zamira probably bribed one of those girls. That brat…'

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Jake chuckled. "Ah, my bad—I forgot how outdated you are. That strip—two lines mean Zamira's pregnant."

He pumped his fist in the air, grinning like a madman. "She's pregnant, old man!"

For a moment, neither of them spoke. They just stared at each other—two completely different reactions playing out in silence.

"Are you serious? Is this some kind of joke?" old man Duke finally asked, cautiously.

"I'm dead serious!"

"YES! YES!!!" old man Duke jumped up, roaring with joy. "I'll be permanently relieved of my duties in a few years!!!" Tears welled up in his eyes.

'Such a pathetic old man. All he wants is retirement,' Jake thought, amused. 'But whatever…

"Congratulati—"

"My wish…"

"—lations. At least let me finish congratulating you firs—"

"I grinded all week. I need my wish now," Jake cut in, making old Duke grind his teeth in frustration.

"Fine, fine! Say it already! Damn, you could've let me speak first," old man Duke snapped.

Jake let out a long, dramatic sigh. "You remember the promise, right? That you'd grant me one wish—any wish, as long as it's within your capability. You said it yourself."

"I did. As long as it doesn't involve killing me, I'll grant it. Spit it out."

Jake nodded, then squared his shoulders. "It's about Grandma, Zunda."

Duke's brows lifted slightly.

"I know you two aren't together anymore, but… she's kinda hotter than even her daughters. And she's a scientist. A damn good one. I just think—why let a woman like that go to waste? Letting some outsider bag her would be a huge loss. It'd be better for everyone if she stayed as a core member of the family, right?"

Jake stopped when he realized Duke was staring straight into his soul.

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