The Omnistore System



Maira's body trembled once more, though this time for a different reason. She clung tightly to Kevin, tears streaming down her face as she wrapped herself up completely. Sobbing, she held him close and choked out, "I'm so sorry... What have I done to my own son?"

"How could a mother do this to her own child?" She cried, the question haunting her thoughts.

Kevin struggled to maintain a composed expression as he mused to himself, 'And now she's crying... Wasn't she the one who was moaning like a bitch just a second ago while thinking about her son?' 

Kevin couldn't grasp the motives behind his mother's recent behavior. Yet, as he witnessed her tears and the weight of remorse she carried, he found himself at a loss about how to proceed come morning. In the interim, he provided a comforting embrace, allowing her to release her emotions against his chest as she expressed deep regret for her actions.

Remaining perfectly still, he feigned slumber, careful not to reveal his awareness of her actions. However, a pang of guilt washed over him, acknowledging his own complicity in the situation. While she shouldered the blame, he couldn't help but recognize his own part in it. 'Let's set aside these thoughts for now,' he told himself, consciously redirecting his mind towards alternative subjects.

He then pondered the path forward for the store and other matters, such as his cultivation. He needed women with abundant yin energy to support his cultivation, 'or maybe even female cultivators,' he mused to himself, deep in thought. 'However, they aren't easy to get acquainted with, and the more powerful they are, the harder it is to seduce, from what I've known.' Despite the challenges, he knew there were avenues, like prostitution, but the scarcity of powerful courtesans capable of supplying him with a substantial amount of yin qi posed a hurdle.

Currently, the yin qi from Venice and Sia would suffice for his needs for a while. However, he knew he'd have to soon seek out a fellow cultivator for more targeted assistance. He pondered where he could come across female cultivators; the most evident place would be the hunting grounds. Yet, the challenge lay in trusting the cultivators he'd encounter there. Another option was the cultivation association, particularly its mission board.

'Ah, the mission board it is...' he thought with a pleased grin, convinced that there would be missions posted where extra party members were needed. Joining such a mission could potentially introduce him to compatible female cultivators if he was fortunate.

While lost in his thoughts about his plans, the sound of his mother's weeping became a touch louder, and he noticed her body rising and falling with increased rapidity compared to before.

'What's she doing now?' Kevin mused, observing her erratic movements and escalating cries. He trailed her flailing arms, which were in a frenzy, tracing their path to understand her intentions. As his gaze settled on the destination of her hand, surprise washed over his features, soon replaced by a smirk of mockery as said in his mind. 'She really wants me to become a mother-fucker.' 

Kevin was left speechless as he watched her mother, who had been sobbing just moments ago out of guilt about masturbating about him, now once again is engaging in self-pleasure while still clinging to him.

'fucking psycho.' Kevin smirked and enveloped his fingertips in yang qi once again and pressed them on his mother's naked skin as she started enjoy the feel of them on her body, once again.

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"fuck... I'm so damn horny," Kevin grumbled wearily, dragging himself toward his store early in the morning. The previous night, Maria kept crying and masturbating, and only ceased when Riya woke up. The memory of her scent lingered in his mind, her body tightly entwined around him, using him as her pleasure source.

He couldn't prevent the unwelcome arousal, despite his efforts not to think about his friend that way. But what could he do? Maria was undeniably attractive, and her sensuous figure seemed to amplify when she clung to him, as if yearning to merge into his very being.

He made a concerted effort to conceal his erection from her, and to some extent, he succeeded. When he greeted her in the morning, she behaved casually, but seemed a bit distant. Determined not to dwell on these taboo thoughts, he opted to open the store a bit earlier.

However, now his mind was consumed with a single desire: Plunge his dick into a wet pussy. 

With these thoughts in mind, he considered Venice, but decided against calling her, as he had just spoken to her yesterday. Instead, he activated the holographic screen on his watch and contacted the person saved under the name "Booty Call 1."

"Hey Sia, it's me. Are you awake?" Kevin inquired, receiving a drowsy response, "Now I am."

"Great, then. Swing by my store in the late morning. I've sent you the address. Make sure you're dressed in something enticing," he instructed, abruptly ending the call without waiting for her reply. His tired expression transformed into one filled with newfound energy.

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Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, the recipient of his rather curt instruction was simmering with frustration.

"Stupid, selfish bastard," Sia muttered, her irritation evident as she glared at her device.

She had no desire to comply with his directive, yet the weight of necessity pressed upon her. She understood all too well that he was unlikely to grant her wishes, but a glimmer of hope persisted. It might be a small solace, but it was better than nothing. Besides, she couldn't ignore the undeniable truth that she felt physically stronger and healthier since they have been fucking.

"Even if it's just that, he might help me eke out an extra two or three years," she mused with a sigh, rising from the bed and preparing herself to meet him.

"Moreover, he's my sole chance to acquire any cultivation technique at this point," she muttered, her expression clouded with sadness. Entering the washroom, memories of the technique she had longed to acquire came flooding back; someone else had already beaten her to it. The prospect of other cultivation techniques was equally disheartening; they were far too expensive for her to even contemplate. She knew she'd have to toil away in the mines for at least another 20 years before even considering the possibility of purchasing them. Unless some other cheap cultivation technique like that appears in market once again.