Chapter 2 Easy Peasy

Harry looked at the system, confused, excited, and intrigued.

[current potential of the body:

Strength: 1

Defense: 1

Agility: 1

Stamina: 1

Soul Limit: 1

Abilities |Gift|: Lustful absorption

Pleasure points: 0

(1 Point on potential is equal to the maximum capability any mortal human adult can reach through training, it's the limit of mortal strength.) ]

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'So the system was not a Gift? Then what is this system...' Looking at the gift attribute, he pondered.

'But it still made me stronger,' he clenched his hands, he could feel the power, he was stronger than even his other life as Ace, where he had worked on his body for years to achieve about a fraction of this strength...

He felt incredibly explosive at the moment, like an ox trapped in a human body.

Amazed at the level of opportunities at his hand, he could only wonder, 'How do the people with true strength feel then? How does it feel to have hands that could stop the might of Nature itself? Against a vast ocean?'

He licked his lips, that must be quite the exhilaration.

And... if this is not my gift, what is?'

Looking at his Potential for a bit more time to understand it, keeping the gift as the last meal, he refrained from meaningless thoughts and clicked on Soul Limit, this attribute, along with defense, was confusing.

[Soul Limit: the maximum limit of abilities your soul can hold; can be increased with pleasure points.]

He raised a brow, unimpressed, "Isn't that completely useless? Who has more than one Gift? And for the ones who might, why would they even need this?"

Shaking his head, he clicked on Defense.

[Defense: the resistance of your skin and bones against weapons and brute force. Any force weaker than half your defense points will have no effect on your body, while equal or stronger force can damage you as easily as a blade cutting through mortal skin.]

'Does that mean things like even sharpness could be written in numbers?' intrigued, he mulled inside.

Now even more interested, he clicked on agility, [Flexibility, speed in general; speed of eyesight, speed of instincts, speed of reactions, Speed of food digestion, and similar body working. Doesn't affect longevity.]

Scratching his head at the wish to curse the whole thing, he pondered, it was indeed quite hard for him to figure out the power of points against reality with just these details, quantizing things like strength felt stupid to him.

He shook his head, 'Maybe... I just have to get used to this...'

Anyways, Gifts were what mattered in the end.

He looked at the black screen, at Lustful Absorption, and recalled from Harry's memories what Innate Gifts were - supernatural abilities that humans unlock at the age of 15.

Each person had a unique ability, and Harry had one too, rarely did nulls appear, and he was not one of them, but everyone believed him to be one.

Why mention others? Even Harry himself had thought he had no powers since he didn't ever receive any signals from the Gift Globe of Awakening – A device used to gauge and ascertain your gift.

It had told him he had no abilities, he was not gifted.

He nervously clicked on his gift,

[Lustful Absorption, (S0): The host body's innate gift. This ability allows you to gently copy and store other people's innate gifts into your soul through sexual intercourse. It only works on targets that are your closely connected blood relatives like Mothers, sisters, daughters, etc.]

Harry looked at the screen, his eyes widening more by the second; his heart pounding, his mind reeling.

'This...This...'

In this World, everyone had a gift and while someone had it, no other oerson will ever havet unless the previous gifted died.

But he... He can have them all?

He gulped, his heart quaking once more.

'So if I want to absorb gifts, I have to have sex with my family members?' he questioned with a blink, then chuckled awkwardly, 'So the gift stayed hidden till now because I never fucked my sister or mother?'

And...

"Isn't this like a completely perfect combo?" he thought, excited: 'I can improve my Potential with the points I earn by doing it with someone, increase my soul limit to absorb more abilities, and then I can also get the gift of the person if I did it with someone like mom or sister, and not to mention that...'

"I can just enjoy the process and in no time, I will be the big guy!"

And he didn't even have to worry about the numbers, he had 60 aunts and about that many step sisters inside the royal family...

His heart beating with excitement, he got down from the bed and looked towards the mirror again, excited even more, then squinted his black eyes and grinned, Fuck, I am a pretty boy now.

ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm But Meh, he didn't truly like this look.

Yes, the improvements made using pleasure points had made his overall body look more streamlined and have perfect cuts, his eight-pack abs were completely taut below the blue pajamas and there were cuts made in perfect spots to achieve the perfect mortal human body.

But he still didn't like it.

In his opinion, the perfect body... looked too imperfect.

Maybe it was because the body hadn't sweated much, but for the current him to be satisfied... he has to have worked for it with bone-chewing hard work. There was no other way around, not at all.

All else felt undeserved and rather tasteless.

Ah, as Harry, I didn't have such bad thoughts... but now...

He had to break a bone and mend it back to feel the thrills, the exhilaration.

"I have to train, kill, and bed some woman," he concluded, rubbing his jaws.

But for now, Without wasting any time, Ace, now Harry, reached for a small bell beside his bed and rang it. Soon, there was a knock on his door, followed by its opening a second later.

A beautiful lady dressed as a maid entered the room.

She was Anna, the Null prince's private maid — someone he could trust with his life, since if she had wanted, he would have been dead a hundred times already.

Despite being a Null, being one of the 27 princes and the beloved son of the 7th concubine ensured he received excellent care. No one openly ridiculed or disdained him for fear of angering the 7th concubine or his genius little sister with her really Unique and supposedly strong ability, which was related to illusions and stuff.

Although some may hold disdain in their hearts, it rarely came out, and even when they did, it couldn't harm him.

Looking at her, Harry couldn't help but marvel at Anna's beauty, her black hair, black eyes, her curvy body...

She was like a pure maiden.

Silent with an aura of cleanliness.

As Anna entered with practiced grace, Harry followed her with his gaze and motioned for her to sit beside him on the bed.

With a slight frown on her face, she obliged, and sat gently beside him on the bed, "What happened prince?" she asked, curious about the unusual feeling she had of her young prince.

Gently wrapping his hands around her waist, Harry replied, "Nothing little Anna."

Surprised at his hands, Anna blushed slightly and looked at him skeptically; but she didn't resist his advances and just asked, "Why did you call me in then?"

Harry smiled, "Can't I call in my personal maid when I feel like seeing her?"

Anna blinked, this time really surprised, "Prin—" her words got trapped in her throat and her breath hitched, Harry's lips caught hers and his tongue gently slithered into her mouth.

His hug tightened around her waist and he brought her petite body into his embrace, both falling onto the bed, she could feel her world being shrouded with his aura, his kiss, his smell.

They kept at it for a second and then he gently broke the kiss, a strip of saliva connected their lips together, and Anna looked at him with stunned disbelief, "Pr..prince," she muttered, touching her wet, red lips.

Still keeping her below him, he asked, his hug loose enough to allow her the option of rejection, "What? You don't like your prince kissing you when he feels like it?"

Anna blushed, she would have steamed in the face were it possible.

"So you do like me kissing you?"

She just buried her head with her hands... her face burning hot.

"Oh, would you look at my lovely maid's shyness," he smiled and caressed her cheeks, his heart feeling lovely.

Moving his face towards her, he could feel her hot face, her red cheeks, he moved closer again, and she closed her eyes and waited, his lips touched hers, and he chewed on it for a second before his tongue slithered into her mouth.

It gently entered and found her tongue, Anna hesitantly made her tongue touch his, and he made his tongue play with hers from all sides.

In each other's heat, they kept at it for a while before breaking the kiss, out of breath.

Anna silently breathed in out, her slightly sweaty face as red as a ripe tomato.

She was a mere maid, a mere private maid, a part of a group who are treated like slaves...yet, this man — he had never done wrong by her.

If he wanted, she was always his.

"Are you nervous?" Harry asked.

He himself was a bit nervous, although he had engaged with numerous partners, they were merely superficial encounters or women he bought with money as Ace.

In love, he was a virgin.

In Harry, he was a virgin too.

"A bit," she replied weakly.

"No need to be nervous," gulping, "We saw this coming at us one day right?"

A maid was supposed to calm a prince's desires in the first place, and a private maid was especially so.

To a Maid, sleeping with a prince was not a bit degrading, it was a promotion.

And if it was a prince who cared for them, and someone whom they cared for too — it was a jackpot.