My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives

”Or just keep them there. I will deal with this myself.”

Damian’s voice echoed through the spacious bedroom.

The room remained warm from hours of cultivation and demonic energy circulating through the air. Thin mist lingered throughout the chamber, partially obscuring the furniture and giving the entire room an almost dreamlike appearance. Behind him, Rachel and Hazel rested against the massive bed, both visibly exhausted from months of relentless cultivation sessions.

Five months had changed all of them. Most of all, Damian.

His long black hair now reached his shoulders, streaked with vivid purple strands that seemed to glow faintly whenever demonic force moved through his body. His eyes had changed as well. The violet within them no longer resembled any natural color found among humans.

He looked less like a man and more like something slowly shedding its humanity.

”I didn’t make it to demigod level.”

Damian stared at his palms while repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fingers.

Something felt different, the sensation was difficult to explain. The space around him no longer felt empty.

He could feel it.

It felt like almost as if invisible layers existed around everything. It felt close enough to touch. Yet every attempt left him feeling as though his fingers slipped through something intangible.

Rising from the edge of the bed, Damian walked toward the enormous glass wall overlooking the ocean.

Beyond the mansion, his yacht floated peacefully against the moonlit waters. The horizon stretched endlessly into darkness.

Damian’s reflection stared back at him through the glass. For several moments, he simply studied himself.

”I have changed quite a bit again.”

The observation was simple, yet true. Before obtaining demonic power, he was barely six feet tall and had been considered impressive.

But now, he stood close to seven feet tall. His frame had broadened and his muscles carried unnatural density. Even standing still gave off a pressure that distorted the air around him.

Rachel watched him quietly. Despite spending months together, she still occasionally found herself staring.

The transformation remained shocking.

”Are we really stopping now?” Her voice carried obvious disappointment.

Five months of constant cultivation had elevated all of them tremendously. The thought of stopping now felt wasteful.

Hazel nodded in agreement.

”Just create another clone and let it handle everything. There is no reason for you to go personally.”

Damian listened, then calmly shook his head.

”I’m close enough now.” His gaze remained fixed on the distant ocean.

”There is no need to hide anymore. It’s time to spread my influence and take control of this planet. The sooner that happens, the sooner we can leave for the Underworld.” His words carried neither excitement nor arrogance.

Only certainty.

A familiar translucent screen appeared before him.

[Name: Damian]

[Race: Human/Demon] [Hybrid]

[Rank: Arch Demon] [Demon]

[Sins: Lust/Abyss]

[Devotee: 0.000000010%]

[Talent Points: 1450]

[Talent Tree:] [Lust/Abyss/Asura]

[Level: 600] [98%]

[Strength: 213.5] [Agility: 213.5] [Constitution: 214.0] [Charisma: 213.5] [Demonic Force: 8950/8950]

Damian stared at the screen silently. For a long moment, nobody spoke. Then Rin’s irritated voice rang out inside his head.

[Dummy, your level is not determined by your stats. It’s the talent tree that separates mortals from immortals. With what you have now, you’ve already reached the threshold.]

Damian’s eyes narrowed slightly and Rin continued immediately.

[All you need is to push your Lust Talent Tree beyond seventy percent completion. With the points you’ve accumulated, that’s completely possible.]

The fox sounded almost offended that Damian had failed to realize something so obvious.

[Your body is already capable of wielding the power of a demigod. You simply haven’t unlocked it properly. That’s why you can feel space around you. It’s already within reach.]

Damian lowered his gaze toward his hands again.

The explanation made sense. More sense than he wanted to admit.

”I see.”

For the first time in weeks, genuine contemplation appeared on his face.

”Then the ritual mating is useless now?”

The question barely left his mouth before he froze. A second later his expression turned cold.

The distraction had almost made him forget the intruders. His senses expanded outward instinctively.

Across the city he felt two demonic presences had already arrived at his Chicago residence.

His eyes darkened.

The atmosphere inside the room shifted instantly. Rachel and Hazel immediately felt it.

”We’ll discuss this later.” Damian’s voice had become noticeably deeper. ” Let’s get rid of these first.”

Puff!

A cloud of violet smoke appeared beside him.Rin materialized on his shoulder immediately.

Unlike Damian, the fox looked excited. His eyes gleamed with anticipation and a wide grin stretched across his face.

Damian had been gone for so long, it missed him. While he’s clones were him, they were truly like the original.

It was strange to explain but Rin could just tell the fake from the real.

”Of course.” Rin’s tail swayed eagerly.

After five months of peace, something interesting had finally arrived. The moment Damian finished speaking, space around him seemed to distort slightly and he vanished.

There was no blur oro streak of motion. One moment he stood inside the bedroom overlooking the ocean and the was gone.

At his current level, speed had become an inadequate description for what he was doing. Normal eyes could no longer follow his movements because there was nothing left to follow. To ordinary people, it appeared as though reality simply removed him from one location and placed him somewhere else.

In less than an instant, Damian arrived at the basement of his home and opened the door, revealing the gray barrier at the doorpost.

Clank!

The basement door of the Chicago mansion opened and waiting there exactly as was Judge Hill in his night clothes.

The clone stood quietly beside the entrance. Five months of managing legal affairs, political operations, business negotiations, and countless hidden responsibilities had left the clone carrying an air remarkably quite different to Damian’s own.

For a moment, the two identical figures stared at one another and neither spoke.

”Welcome.” Judge Hill lowered himself in a deep bow before his naked original.

Damian grinned viciously at this gesture while his eyes glowed. In the past his clones talk back at him but now, even though these clones were him they recognized his superiority.

This was the definition of authority, something his clones will never have. Everything they can do is borrowed from him so they can never wield authority over him even if he gives them 90% of his power and keeps only ten.

”Judge Hill...” Damian’s voice echoed through the corridor.

The clone looked up calmly and Damian placed a hand upon his shoulder. Even standing before the 6’4 ft clone, he felt like a giant looking down at his smaller self.

Truly the authority, resides only within his body.

”Your services are no longer required.”

There was no resistance, the clone merely nodded once and his body collapsed. His form broke apart into countless particles of violet dust and the dust swirled upward immediately, drawn toward Damian like iron filings toward a magnet.

Streams of glowing particles entered his body through every pore and the corridor trembled.

A deep vibration spread throughout the mansion as Damian’s eyes narrowed. Veins instantly bulged beneath his skin and brilliant violet light pulsed through them.

Each heartbeat sent waves of power racing throughout his body.

Damian slowly exhaled and the breath left his mouth as faint violet mist. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes.

The sensation was intoxicating.

When they reopened, the violet within them seemed deeper than before. Only then did he notice someone standing farther down the corridor.

Loth.

She had been waiting there the entire time. The young woman stood frozen with a conflicted expression.

Shock.

Embarrassment.

Fear.

All three emotions fought for dominance across her face. Was it Damian’s arch demon presence or his four beating hearts or his butt naked frame with a 13 inch penis swinging back and forth freely, Loth was unsure what bamboozled her.

But that did not hide the desire in her eyes that never left his cock.

”You’ll get a chance to have a taste of it. Be patient.” Damian said coldly.

It was in the past that his wives feelings mattered. Now, they have had their full of him, he planned to have a test of other women of various races.

Especially since his desire for mortals was at an all time zero now.

Loth swallowed heavy and slowly nodded at his words while her breathing intensified. Flashing of rough sex scenes between her and Damian flashed before her eyes very, causing a small moan to escape her lips but she quickly covered her mouth with shock and embarrassment written all over her face.

”They are at the door. But they won’t enter because they have noticed the change.” Damian said calmly to Loth.

She blinked in confusion at first but slowly her eyes widened as she realized Damian was talking about the demons that just arrived.

They were in the process of running to their California hideout through this secret passage before he showed up naked abruptly.

”We are fighting?” She asked.

”Fight? Please. This will be a one-sided massacre.” Damian hissed viciously