Marvel: Impregnation System

"EEEEEP!" Irene let out a timid, embarrassed, yelp upon seeing Ricky at the doorway.

Covering herself instinctively, Irene's shocked face turned into that familiar shade of red upon realizing it was Ricky.

"R-Ricky?!" Irene asked, her tone surprised at Ricky's intrusive visit as he waved his hand at her.

"One and only." Ricky chuckled, making a joke while his cock dangled freely since he had no clothes on.

Ricky had done plenty of shameless things in both this life and his past one, but expecting cake from a woman he had abandoned for years was weirdly not surprising.

"W-What are you doing-"

"Saving on water, it costs less to shower together." Ricky shamelessly continued, walking towards the shower as Irene, the very same who had to constantly worry about bills, suddenly started seriously thinking about his words.

"T-That does seem logical." Irene held her cheek, realizing that his words had some merit to them.

"Irene, I'm just f*cking with you. I just wanted to see you naked," Ricky said with a chuckle, grinning as her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as he strolled into the shower, clearly pleased with himself.

"Me?" Irene, who hadn't lost all of the baby weight, unconsciously gazed down at her stomach that still had some handles on it.

It was then that her body shivered, remembering that familiar touch as his hands slowly snaked to that exact spot.

"Yes, you." Ricky whispered into her ear, walking under the hot water that was currently drenching Irene.

Honestly, Ricky had his fair share of charm, but when it came to a woman's body, it was all about variety. 

It was the appreciation of those natural curves that often went unnoticed. 

So when the self-conscious Irene glanced at her own figure with uncertainty, Ricky couldn't help but latch on like some parasite.

"Don't touch that~" Irene whined, her eyes gazing down in embarrassment at Ricky grabbing hold of her handles.

Kissing her shoulder, Irene tried to suppress the subconscious bundle of self-consciousness and embarrassment she carried, but it was a losing battle.

Everything she'd been through had taken a toll, leaving her self-image at an all-time low. Despite her beauty, she struggled with intense body dysphoria.

It was nearly impossible for her to see anything but flaws, her mind relentlessly criticizing her at every turn until the weight of it all brought her to tears.

Sniff

Irene couldn't help it, tears watering her eyes while becoming ashamed of her only handles as Ricky slowly paused.

"Hey, hey~" Ricky stopped his sleazy hands, slowly turning Irene around as he pulled her into his embrace.

The water trickled down, filling the air with steam, yet it didn't cloud the delicate connection between them. 

Their touch remained serene and gentle, untouched by the heat swirling around them as Irene's sobs slowly came to a stop.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-" Ricky, even in his shamelessness, wouldn't force himself onto an unwilling Irene since even he had boundaries.

"No, I'm just-" Irene stopped herself, resting her forehead on Ricky's chest as he stroked her wet hair.

"It was hard, giving birth to Sarah, for my body." Irene closed her eyes, loving her fur ball more than anything in the world but it was hard.

She endured 36 hours of excruciating labor, but even after giving birth, her frail body was forced to summon the strength to run to a police officer, leaving her utterly drained.

"I'm sorry." Ricky felt as if he had to apologize, comforting her since although he hadn't seen this woman in three years, the connection between them still lingered.

Even though their encounter was just a one-night stand, Irene's body never forgot the memory of his touch.

"You didn't do anything, you didn't know." Irene smiled, turning her gaze back at Ricky who forced a smile back.

Although he could be honest with her and admit it was intentional, he chose to keep the existence of his system a secret forever. 

No amount of forgiveness could be granted to a degenerate who purposefully impregnated women for the sake of gaining power.

"Thank you." Irene showed a toothy smile, the water dazzling her in that moment as Ricky sort of froze at this sight.

In the next second, Ricky leaned down to the unsuspecting lips of Irene before gently laying his lips upon hers.

No matter how many he would end up bedding, those who gave birth to his beautiful children would always have room in his heart, Irene included.

So when he saw her thanking him, Ricky sort of wanted to assure and comfort her in his own ways since he really wasn't good with his words.

Irene was a little surprised, to say the least, but as his lips brushed against hers and their tongues danced in a gentle, rhythmic exchange, she found herself becoming utterly lost in the moment.

Ricky's hands slowly traced down her back, savoring the feel of every curve, before reaching not her perky, but meaty, rounder cheeks, so substantial they stretched beyond the reach of his hands.

However instead of using his skills on Irene, prompting her body into the mood and just taking her here and now before filling her to the brim with his cum, he wanted to do something first.

Breaking the kiss, Irene's dazed expression opened to his sleazy smile, her cheeks a pink hue, the color of a lust that was wrongfully interrupted.

"Ricky?" Irene longingly asked, wondering if it was something she did to warrant this sudden stop as he reached to the side.

'Does he not want me?' Irene couldn't help but think, her gaze shifting to the side only to hear a lid corked off.

The sudden sound made her glance back, curiosity piquing as she turned to see Ricky squeezing the bottle of body wash onto his outstretched palm.

It was his fault that Irene struggled with confidence, having given him a precious baby girl and the least he could do now was try to restore some of the self-assurance she'd lost, reminding her just how gorgeous her body truly was.

Rubbing his hands together, he gently pulled the curious Irene back into his embrace, then turned her so that she faced forward, the warmth of his touch grounding her as she leaned into him.

His cock wedged between those meaty cheeks, she felt its towering figure pock at her back but before she could even show her embarrassment, she felt his hands.

Slathered in soap, his hands slowly traced from those luscious handles, all the way up to her slightly drooping breasts.

"Mmmmh~" Irene bit her lip, his hands barely gracing her with a pleasure only to be amplified by Ricky's skill.

"W-Wait-"

"You're so beautiful Irene~" Ricky whispered those sweet words into the self-conscious Irene, watching her shrink at the compliment.

"I just want to take you right here and feel your body again and again, like I did all those years ago." Ricky murmured, his dirty words dripping with desire, only cleaned by the slick slide of his soapy hands.

The very same hands that carefully rubbed, traced, and explored every part of the front of her body, the soap lathered slowly, turning into rich foam that cascaded down her pale, smooth skin, each drop tracing a delicate path of sensuality.

"But I'll wait." Ricky whispered, one of his hands gently caressing her stomach while the other made his way to her right breast.

"H-Ha~" Irene breathlessly moaned, feeling him squeeze her tit as it brought her a sharp hit of that pleasure she hadn't had in so long.

"I'll wait, until you understand why you're so goddamn beautiful, cherish this gorgeous body of yours until you understand how sexy you really are~" Ricky was almost resolute in his words, determined to show how much he loved this body of hers before f*cking her into oblivion.

"Ricky I'm-a-ah~" Irene tried to dissuade him, only for her nipple to be slightly teased, then squeezed.

Shivering, Irene was reminded all over again of what his touch did to her, each caress reawakening the marks he had left on her body.

The soap made her body glisten, while his hands expertly showcased every curve, caressing, molding, and fully appreciating every inch of what her body had to offer.

It was then, as Irene's hand dropped lower, that Ricky caught it gently and placed it over her stomach.

His other, which had been stimulating her nipple, graced down her soapy naked skin until it arrived at her folds.

"Ah~" Irene's head arched back, hitting against his chest as she felt his finger slowly press into her clit.

Tightly locking her own hand on her stomach, Ricky slowly started to finger her pussy but instead of just sticking his hands into her folds, he first arrived at her clit.

Starting with a slow circular motion, Ricky paid attention to the responses, to the slight fidgets of her body and the supple moans trailing out of her mouth.

"A-Ah~" Irene let out a staggered, almost louder moan upon feeling Ricky switch up his caressing.

Smiling, his lips traced a path down to her neck, his fingers slowly rubbing up and down, a shift from the usual clockwise motions, which was Irene's sweet spot.

Although he could use a skill to wetten her in the snap of a finger, it wasn't solely about f*cking her senseless but making her realize that her body was beautiful.

Ricky didn't need to use more than his fingers; they were enough. 

As he worked her, his focus never wavered from the way her body reacted, watching closely as her responses unfolded beneath his touch.

Waiting for her curves to relax under his touch, he lingered until she was shivering in response, her body finally softening into the sensation and only then did he move his fingers down, tracing her with a deeper, more deliberate touch.

"Ah!" Irene let out a deeper moan, feeling his fingers slowly slip into her folds while his thumb remained pressed on her clit.

Subtly moving up and down, his fingers betrayed his thumb and started beckoning towards her insides.

Calling them to come closer, to lubricate these walls with her sweet nectar, slowly maneuvering his middle finger in and out.

Bashing your fingers in and out would only cause irritation and instead, it was a calm, deliberate rhythm, gentle and subtle, building warmth and tension as he eased her into the moment.

It was only as Irene's body loosened did the movements of those slow fingers start to progressively heighten.

"I-I'm-"

"Beautiful." Ricky finished her sentence, amplifying his fingers while feeling that shivering body heighten to another degree.

Guiding her toward her climax, he felt her body tremble beneath his touch, her response confirming that he was getting closer and only then did he quicken his movements, the pace building in intensity.

"AH~" Irene beckoned out a more aggrieved moan, feeling a budding sensation build within her body at Ricky's touch.

"Say it Irene, say you're beautiful~" Ricky cooed, his words forming goosebumps at her skin as her closed eyes twitched.

"I-I-AH~" Irene's words were interrupted, her moan taking precedence as the hot shower doused onto her being.

All those bubbling insecurities that haunted her skin, showed themselves as her soapy form was covered in them.

Years upon years of insecurities, filth tucked away into those curves that Ricky was slowly trying to wash away.

"Say it~" Ricky's words finally proned Irene's eyes to open, ever so slightly, the warmth of the water.

"I'm beautiful~" Irene murmured, the hot water cascading down her chest, washing away the remnants of her filth. 

As the soap melted away, droplets trickled slowly to the floor, adding to the sensation of cleansing both body and mind.

"Again." Ricky whispered, speeding up his fingers that traced the lining out her walls with a haste that beckoned her climax towards him.

"I'm beautiful~"

"Again."

"I'm beautiful~"

"I'm beautiful~"

"I'm beautiful~"

Slowly, with those reaffirming moans streaming out moan after moan of reassurance, those insecurities were washing away.

The very same filth that lingered on her body like a repugnant smell, a constant reminder that haunted her sense of self.

As the water flowed over her skin, she let herself drift in the warmth, her thoughts fading into the rhythm of the moment. 

Each hot breath she took seemed to cleanse her further, like she was shedding a second skin. 

The lingering weight of doubt and shame, once so suffocating, slipped away, replaced by the sensation of her own strength, her own beauty. 

Then that budding sensation, the very same one that had budding into the pits of her being, slowly took form.

"I'm beautiful!" Irene moaned, blossoming forth as the beautiful woman she always was as her folds twitched relentlessly in the threshold of Ricky's fingers.

Her body convulsed, the pleasure intoxicating as it stammered out of her dirty lips before splashing down onto the floor alongside the hotstream of water.

Irene's teeth clenched, her eyes twitching while releasing all that pent up stress with the slight motions of Ricky's touch.

"So beautiful~" Ricky reassured Irene, holding her weak form that twitched every so often before leaning her forward.

Like some sort of figurine, Irene let her body be bent into a certain position until she realized that her hands were both planted on the walls before her.

"Ricky?" Irene asked, her hazy eyes turning back to Ricky greedily looking down at her voluptuous and meaty ass with only desire filling them.

Ricky had held back for as long as he could, feeling as if he would go insane if his cock had to be sandwiched between these two slabs of meat for even a second more.

"Just relax~" Ricky assured Irene, lining up his cock at her wettened folds, slathered in remnants of nectar for her previous pleasure induced climax.

CLAP

"AH~" Irene's head and back arched to the tune of her moan, feeling his cock all but slam into her insides.

Her meaty ass praised his efforts, letting out a firm clap as his hips collided into them while submerging the entire length of his cock into her insides with one go.

"It's like I never left~" Ricky grunted, nestling his cock into her guts that had already been morphed to his liking in his first encounter.

Irene's body had already been ruined, even before the pregnancy as her pussy had been absolutely wrecked and deformed to his sheer size.

But at that same time, her insides had been molded to completely take him in his entirety, meaning Ricky didn't even have to pretend to go easy.

Winding up his hips, he viciously slammed his cock back into her welcoming folds that gave that reminiscent feeling of hospitality.

Engulfing him in a bed of warmth, that mushy and surreal feeling of Irene showcased itself while squeezing down.

CLAP

"A-AH!" Irene screamed, feeling his cock shoot through her being, splitting her insides forcefully apart before snuggling back into its rightful place.

The hot water cascaded down her back, but all other sensations faded, consumed by the pleasure that took root in her mind, holding it in a tight, unyielding grip.

Her head slowly dropped downwards, her knee's wobbling and her hands slipping down the tiles only for Ricky to mind up his hips.

CLAP

The applause resounded in the bathroom once more, fiercely narrating the sight of Irene's ass being railed.

Irene felt the air evacuate from her lungs with the force of the gut-punch that thrusted into her, forcing the pleasure to not only occupy her mind, but sink deep into her core.

"Atta girl~" Ricky encouraged, holding Irene up by her love handles while pressing her forward.

Her body pressed against the tiles, her fatty breasts pushing into them, expanding as her cheek rested softly against the cool surface.

CLAP

"AH~"

CLAP

"AH~"

CLAP

"AH~"

Irene, the same woman who thought she had buried the crippling pleasure she'd felt in the back of that Ford, was now being forcefully reminded of it at this very moment.

Her ass being punished by Ricky's hips, letting out wails along with Irene's sultry mouth ruthless treatment being induced upon her folds.

Ricky's cock ruthlessly pulled back from the warm, fleshy depths of her body before thrusting back in with a force that made Irene squeal.

Ramming vicious backshots into Irene's pussy, Ricky pounded into Irene with sloppy, unforgiving force, each thrust erratic and desperate, as he lost himself in the wild, reckless pleasure of it all.

Contrary to his previous efforts in making Irene comfortable, now he was entirely focused on satisfying himself while Irene took the brutal end of this shameless pursuit of pleasure.

"AH~" Irene moaned out like some sort of broken record, pinned against the wall so she couldn't fall.

Haggard, only for this, her moans were sultry, almost filthy, slipping from her lips with a desperation that matched the chaos of the moment.

Irene was remembering this crippling expression that made her body mere silly puddy under Ricky's influence.

How he played with her body, treating it like some outlet to vent out his own desires but instead of complaining, she was almost suffering under the pleasure.

But even now, it felt different since back then, it was about adjusting to his size, but now, it was about how her body accepted him with ease, taking him in almost effortlessly.

At an innocent time where his size had stretched her to her limits, now it felt like a perfect fit. 

His cock slammed deep, each thrust unrelenting but igniting new sensations, a sensation of fullness that didn't overwhelm her, but instead, left her craving more. 

It was as if her body had molded to him, yearning for him almost, instinctively understanding the rhythm, the pressure, and the raw, aching need he induced within her. 

The way he filled her now was different, familiar, but with a deeper, more consuming pull that left her reeling with nothing but the pleasureful exchange of his cock.

CLAP

"AHHHH~" Irene squealed out a moan, followed by a trembling splash of nectar after his cock hit that exact right spot.

Grappling with the weight of her own climax, Irene didn't even have time to relish in its pleasure as just when she was about to close her eyes, they snapped back open.

"HA-AH~" Irene stuttered out another moan, almost forced to prolong this pleasure that crippled her entire thinking.

Her insides pushed apart, gaping at the will of Ricky's cock which resumed its pace while completely disregarding the fact her pusy reached a fulfilling state.

The only end of this exchange was her insides being turned into a cream-filled treat under the syringe of his cock.

Gripping onto her baked goods, his fingers gripped tightly into her waist while relishing in the gripping sensation that accompanied his cock.

Irene's pussy was perfect, everything feeling just right and completely tailored to Ricky's whims.

It was why Ricky had become so lost in the exchange, arching his head up as the hot water doused him with the revelation that he was indeed inside heaven.

"I'm home~" Ricky thought out loud, his words catching in Irene's ears as it made her blush before her head arched upwards in the next second.

CLAP

"RICKY~" Irene made the grave mistake of moaning his name, the veins in his neck suddenly pulsing as he slowly turned his head downwards.

It wasn't a dramatic shift, just subtle, but his grip slowly tightened around her curves, sinking into her flesh before he wound up, ready to push her further.

CLAP

The sound was deafening, completely encompassing, resounding the fanatic clap of Irene's ass being pulverized to the extreme.

There was no mercy in that thrust, no hesitation, just pure need as it all stemmed from one mistake Irene would continue to make, over and over again.

"RICKYYYYYYYYYY~" Irene screeched, her tone and insides completely filled with his being which resounded out in pure and unbridled pleasure.

It felt as if a demon was possessing Ricky in this moment, pulling back without even admiring the gleam of his shaft, coated in the sweet nectar of her juices but instead, ferociously ramming it back in.

CLAP

"RI-"

CLAP

"KGDSP-"

CLAP

"GNGDS-"

CLAP

Irene's body was being completely turned into mush under the ruthless barrages of thrusts unloaded not only into her guts, churning out a pleasure that left her insides completely mangled, but also onto her psyche.

Pure gibberish, her words and thoughts had been pounded into nothing but incoherent words that sought to moan out her aggressors name. 

One mistake, and moaning out that one name had turned Irene into nothing more than a limp, flesh-bound doll. 

Ricky's gaze remained locked on the ass he was relentlessly pounding, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reveled in the sight.

Seeing it ripple, convulse, all from his sheer will while imparting nothing more than a punishment for daring to get him this riled up.

It was in that thought process that the veins on his neck strained, feeling himself getting close while putting his absolute everything into the next thrust.

Pulling back, his cock slathered in the slick, tearful juices of her whimpering insides, he felt his balls convulse before slamming his twitching cock all the way back into her molded insides.

GASP

Irene couldn't even moan out, feeling all but gut punched by the sudden and ruthless gesture of his cock that spurted out a towering wave of cum that left her breathless.

That erupting warmth once again consumed not only her mind, but her womb, filling it to the brim with the same batter that had baked her precious Sarah all those years ago.

Her mouth oozing out a breathless tirade of an approval in the form of a trembling climax, cumming at the sheer feeling of his cum nestling into her womb.

HUFF

HUFF

HUFF

Enchained to each other, steamy breaths rang out in the hot shower as Ricky had completely pressed his body into Irene, pinning her to the wall to get even an inch deeper while releasing his cum as far as he could.

Resting his head on his shoulder, he waited for her to calm down until her breaths were a relatively normal but haggard form.

Kissing the back of her neck, leaving even more marks on her body until she slowly gazed back at him, her eyes filled to the brim like her womb with warmth as she gently caressed his chin.

"Come here~" Ricky couldn't help himself, brining her lips towards his as even in her dazed state, she was way too innocent to not be ruined by him.

They sort of sat there, Ricky swirling his tongue around the obedience of Irene who wrapped her arms around his neck.

Eventually, they stumbled out of the shower, Irene having to sit on the toilet as her legs wobbled, already too weak to support her.

Minutes passed by as they dried off as Ricky sat on the bathroom floor, wearing a robe while the smiling Irene dried off his hair.

"Done!" Irene cheerfully announced, taking the towel off as Ricky parted his hand through it and slicking it back.

"Are you good to walk or?" Ricky asked, seeing Irene blush and shamelessly hold out her hands even though she could stand up on her own.

Ricky only smiled, picking her up into a princess carry with two silk robes adorning her being only to gently lay her down on the bed.

However, as Irene looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her gaze full of longing, the soft fabric of her silk robe parted to reveal her full breasts, their weight slightly pulling them down.

The lingering evidence of his cum still glistening on her folds, and at the sight, his body responded, slowly stiffening once more.

Irene simply smiled at this revelation on his face, happy that he would even want her as she gently caressed his chin, signaling that it was alright.

Leaning down, Ricky lips gently kissed her luscious red lips, but instead of rough, this time it was a tender embrace.

His hands gently interlocked with hers, pinning them down against the bed as he slowly lowered his hips, pressing them against her waist.

"Ha~" Irene moaned, breaking the kiss first only for Ricky to duck his head into the crevasse of her neck, warning to pry more of those beautiful moans out of her sultry lips.

Once again, his cock submerged into her already lathered insides, and instead of continuing the wrecking and carnage that had utterly ruined Irene for anyone else, it was gentle this time.

Wanting to truly feel every little nudge, every bump, that her being had to offer as his tip graced and delicately traveled along her walls to take it all in.

The storm that had once wreaked havoc had now turned into a gentle day, serenading Irene's being with the soft touch of a breeze, a quiet pleasure.

"Ah~"

Each breath she took, each shiver that passed through her, only drove him deeper into a hunger he couldn't ignore. 

Her body seemed to speak to him, responding with a pleasure that matched his own desire. 

Ricky moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch, every second, as if time itself had slowed to the rhythm of their bodies. 

Her voice tugged at him, desperate now, urging him closer, urging him to take more, needing him to take more.

And he did, losing himself in the pull of her, the heat, the wanting, until nothing existed but the two of them, entwined in such a way that they felt as if they were one.

Opening her teary eyes, Irene gazed up at Ricky's smile, feeling its warmth and comfort, feeling as if she were a moth drawn to the flame of his desire, unable to resist the pull of him.

There was no fierce slamming of the bed frame, no brutal slapping of their flesh, only pure, unbridled passion, the culmination of their bodies entwined in a deep, intimate exchange.

Right now, it wasn't about lust, but about appreciating each other in ways that had been lost throughout the ages, yet were now being discovered for the first time between them.

There was no need for words, their silence overwhelmed by the gravitational pull of their lips colliding like atoms, only this time, never parting.

They moved in a slow, swirling rhythm, each shift of their bodies drawing them deeper into the moment. 

Irene felt every inch of him, his presence wholly encompassing every part of her being, while Ricky sensed the gentle coil around his cock, her warmth wrapping around him, reassuring him that everything would be alright.

It was why they both felt the impending climax of their shared passion, the growing pleasure not defined by reckless abandon, but by a deep, mutual connection, a sense of love that enveloped them.

As the moment drew closer, neither of them could hold back the overwhelming wave of pleasure and need that just seemed to pulse between them. 

Every touch, every little twitch was merely a reaffirmation of what they had, and in this pace, it was as if time itself had stopped, telling one another without even speaking that nothing mattered but the closeness they shared. 

Irene's breath hitched as she felt the intensity build, a quiet whisper of her name spelling on her tongue by Ricky, anchoring her, grounding her in this shared reality. 

They moved together like a shared heartbeat, their bodies pounding against one another in a gentle rhythm, deepening with every shared movement, every shared breath.

And then, with a final, slow crescendo, they came together, an eruption but that of connection, of fulfillment, one that transcended mere pleasure, leaving them breathless.

Their bodies trembled against one another as Irene felt the warmth of his release ripple through her, while Ricky sensed her insides gently contract in a silent expression of affection.

It was a perfect climax that was stimulated by the touch of one another, leaving them fully satisfied in what they both shared.

As they released their lips, no words were needed as Irene snuggled into his embrace upon Ricky falling to the side.

Relishing in his warmth, in his assurance that he would always be there for her, left Irene able to sleep without any worries for the first time in a long time.

However, Ricky still sat awake since there was something on his mind other than the window of Irene.

Ding

[Mission received: Irene Jenkins]

Difficulty: Easy

Character Sheet: D

Description: Born into a well-rounded Christian family, Irene had been sheltered her entire life, never even kissing a boy. However, her countless years of diligent studying paid off when she received a full scholarship to a prestigious school. Growing up in such a closed-off household left her with troubled thoughts, longing to experience what her friends in high school desired—mainly boys and alcohol.

Objective: Knock up this busty redhead and make her realize why its good to learn sex ed.

Main Mission: 10,000 (Completed)

Impregnante Irene Once(Completed):

Rewards: 50 Gacha 

Impregnate Irene Twice:

Rewards: 5 Uncommon Gacha or Irene's Skills

Additional Missions:

Impregnante Irene with her first ever time(Completed)

Reward: Rare Equipment Coupon

Get Irene to beg you to come inside her(Completed)

Reward: Rare/Uncommon skill Coupon

Make Irene climax with your creampie(Completed)

Reward: +5 Appearance

Bonus Missions:

Get Irene to sloppy clean your dick(Completed):

Reward IP: 5,000

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Capture Irene's Heart(Completed): 

Reward: 25,000 IP

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Cum inside Irene two or more times(Completed):

Reward: +2 Stamina

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'Choose the gacha.' Ricky thought, knowing how important it was to find more items which, when he took the time to notice, were all uncommon.

Ding

[Received:

(Uncommon Item) Running Shoes: A pair of new running shoes designed to comfort the feet of those having to run a great distance. X 2

(Uncommon Item) Steel Whistle: A regular whistle made from nothing but pure steel. X 3

Ricky surveyed the rewards, really taking the time to understand them and making a note of the shoes before pulling out a single coupon.

More specifically the 'Legendary Rank-Up Familiar Coupon' and without even thinking, he used it.

Although he respected Chester, there was only one being in this world that Ricky respected on the same level as Lucky and that was Alexander.

Ricky had honestly brutalized the image of Alexander The Great by forcing him into not only his familiar, but the body of the gerbil.

He initially treated him like trash, completely disregarding his existence, only to later regret it. Alexander had always been there, literally always. 

Through every struggle, every low point in his life, Alexander stood by him. 

Though the gerbil had already considered him a comrade, Ricky regarded him as a dear friend.

'You deserve this buddy.' Ricky thought, watching the coupon melt away in his hand as he gazed at the system window. 

Meanwhile at the Luciano Manor, 

"Ah I see, I see." Chuck, the undead wraith mage of Ricky, rubbed his boney chin at the game he was currently playing.

In the basement of the Luciano manor stood the most powerful of his undead army. 

The ordinary cannon fodder were scattered around the grounds, constantly patrolling for intruders, while the primary servants were stationed within the manor's basement. 

To put it simply, they served to protect the main members of the Luciano family, led by Boney, Chuck, and the newly-formed Corpse Colossus.

Dewey, however, was deliberately left out, condemned to a more tortuous existence. 

Ricky had ruthlessly ordered him to guard France and protect her, along with his growing bastard she carried.

This cruel fate eternally tied him to the task of witnessing the birth of Ricky's bastards, while Dewey was forced to watch France develop a family with him, something he never had all while being trapped in his own vessel, unable to do anything but watch France's happiness unfold without her even knowing who her protector was.

But the others simply chilled in the basement, alongside Alexander and Chester, who also hung around them.

"Of course, our master is developing his mind through these sorts of games, constantly refining himself even in his most relaxed state, truly marvelous." Chuck expertly deduced the wrong reasoning, sticking his non-existent nose into the air as Boney nodded from the side.

"Oh, I get it now!" Boney gasped, thinking this was some sort of child's game but never realizing it had such deeper meaning.

"That is-"

"Chester, my friend, it is no use, trust this old soul." Alexander halted Chester's words, knowing better than anyone how weirdly obsessed these two summons were with Ricky.

"KiLL meeEEeee~" Corpse Colossus begged from the side, chained to the fleshy abomination they all saw before them but they all ignored its whines since that's all it said.

"Then if it is my turn, Alexander, give me your three, four, and jack." Chuck outstretched his skeletal hand, knowing the cards the gerbil had which made him flinch.

"Wha-HOW!?" Alexander roared, watching helplessly as Chuck took his cards without any care.

"Now-"

Whoosh

Suddenly, to the shock and interruption of everyone in the basement, Alexander's entire body started glowing in a golden light.

"Huh?" Alexander gazed down, not looking at the translator ring wrapped around his belly but the golden aura surrounding him.

However, just as Alexander emitted a faint glow, it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving everyone confused, except the gerbil, who suddenly heard the call of an old friend.

"Alexander, are you alright?" Chester asked, his voice tinged with worry, as he saw Alexander completely frozen, stiff as stone.

"Heed my call!" Alexander roared, his small paw glowing with golden light as the light shot out suddenly, swirling before them all, creating an eerie, yet majestic spectacle.

Before the eyes of all those privy to it, the golden light started to birth the arrival of the very stead that Alexander used in order to conquer any lands within his sight.

The steed that made his enemies tremble at its mere name, the very ground beneath its hooves quaking at its might, and the greatest battle stead ever breed in Mount Olympus.

"Bucephalus!" Alexander commanded, reminding the world of the name itself. With his roar, the mighty steed appeared before them all, its presence a force that seemed to command the very air around it.

Once the golden light faded, they all bore witness to its coat, a deep, gleaming black, rippled with muscle beneath the surface, every inch of it built for speed and strength. 

The horse's neck was thick and strong, like a tower of muscle, leading to a broad chest that seemed to swell with raw, untamed energy. 

Its legs, thick and sturdy, were covered in powerful sinew, each movement able to cause the ground to visibly shake in its wake and crush anything in its path. 

Its broad shoulders and muscular haunches suggested it could carry any burden, while its fiery eyes glinted with a fierce intelligence, ready for battle at a moment's notice. 

This was Bucephalus, the epitome of a warhorse, an unyielding force that inspired fear and awe in all who faced it.

"WHO'S A GOOD BOY, WHO'S A PRECIOUS WARHORSE!" Alexander suddenly said in a baby voice towards the warhorse, its mighty eyes gazing down and peering into the soul of this mere gerbil before its hollow eyes gained life.

BAM

BAM

BAM

The entire basement, along with the house itself, shook violently as Bucephalus rose to its full height, its muscles rippling with each movement. 

With a fierce joy, it slammed its hooves down, completely obliterating the concrete beneath it, sending a wave of destruction through the floor below.

"THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE A GOOD BOY, YOU'RE A PRECIOUS WARHORSE!" Alexander excitedly cooed his most trusted friend, leaping onto its mane and hugging it tightly.

"What's going on!" Raven yelled, knowing that they got rowdy at times but never to this extent until she saw the towering horse in the basement.

"Huh?" Raven couldn't help but ask, trying to remember when Ricky got a horse but no memory ever surfaced.

"Ah, where are my manners!" Alexander exclaimed boastfully, turning to face the shocked, wide-eyed expressions of those who had borne witness to his steed's greatness.

"This is my most cherished steed, the one I rode into every battle, and the very same that was gifted to me by Mount Olympus." Alexander gestured proudly towards the horse, which stood tall, its head held high in undeniable pride. 

It was clear the creature understood the weight of his words, this was no ordinary horse.

DING

(Epic→Legendary Familiar) Alexander the Gerbil (Favorability: 100)

Description: Alexander the Great has possessed your Gerbil.

Dual Link: 8→20 minutes

–Skills:

(Mythic Skill) Bucephalus, the Heroic Steed: Bucephalus is a Heroic Spirit that can now be summoned by Alexander. It embodies the strength and might that goes with the title as Alexander's greatest companion.

Powers & Abilities:

Lightning Rider: Bucephalus can ride atop lightning, charging with the speed of a divine storm, unleashing bolts of energy like the Divine Bulls of the Gordius Wheel.

Unyielding Might: With each charge, the ground trembles beneath Bucephalus, shattering enemies with raw force. Its body can withstand even the fiercest blows.

Divine Presence: Summoning Bucephalus enhances Alexander's strength and combat instincts, making him a near-unstoppable force on the battlefield.

"This is Bucephalus!"