The spray of the shower was a cascade of liquid crystal, beading on a physique that belonged on a Renaissance fresco. I stood under the torrent, water sluicing over the godly architecture of MY body.

Every muscle group was defined with impossible perfection—the eight-pack abdomen that looked like carved marble, the powerful V-taper leading to thighs that could crack stone.

There was no fat, only sheer, functional power honed to an aesthetic ideal.

My current gym session hadn't been about building. What was there left to build? Instead, I'd focused for a solid ninety minutes on the holy grail of peak physicality: mobility and flexibility.

Deep, held stretches that made my tendons sing, complex yoga-like poses that tested the very limits of my kinematic chain. With each movement, I'd felt not a strain, but a subtle unlocking, as if my body was simply remembering a greater range of motion it had always possessed.

Weights could come later, a maintenance task, not a construction project.

I wasn't here to build anymore—I was here for mobility, flexibility, the shit that kept a god's body functioning like the machine it was. Weight training could wait. Right now, I just needed to keep this temple in perfect condition.

I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and headed to the gym closet to find something to wear.

He toweled off in the gym's lavish closet, the soft Egyptian cotton moving over skin that felt more like silk-covered steel. As he reached for a fresh set of clothes, he decided it was time to collect.

"System," he said aloud, his voice echoing slightly in the tiled room. "The rewards, please."

A chime, crisp and clear, resonated in his mind.

[Ding! Hidden mission accomplished!]

[Mission: Have an orgy of Ten or more.

Description: In his wake to be the Sex God, High Pope of the Liberation Church, he's bound to hold orgies of hundreds, but how can he satisfy hundreds at once when he can't satisfy ten!

Status: Completed.

Rewards: 200,000SP...]

"WHAT?!"

The exclamation was torn from him, not in anger but in sheer disbelief. Two hundred thousand SP? That was double the reward for saving Charlotte's life and company. A cold, cynical thought surfaced.

Did that mean an orgy was more significant than a rescue mission? Than pulling a woman back from the edge of despair and giving her a future?

What kind of asshole system values group sex over—

[No, Master,]Taboo's voice interjected smoothly. [The orgy itself isn't more significant than Charlotte's life. Remember the mystery box attached to her mission? The true value of that reward is still unknown. The SP here is simply a quantitative measure of the… scale of your accomplishment.]

I paused, towel around my waist. "Right. Shit. Okay, fair point."

The Charlotte mission had layers I hadn't even unwrapped yet. Made sense the rewards would be staggered. Still, 200k for one night of work? I wasn't complaining.

"System, show me the other rewards."

The interface shimmered in his vision. [One with Abilities!

Description: Master finds it almost useless to manually activate some abilities, often neglecting them. This upgrade integrates your abilities with your subconscious. A mere subconscious need will trigger the appropriate ability automatically.

Example: In a taboo setting (e.g., with your mother or mother-in-law), if your subconscious desires it, i.e. 'Touch of Taboo' may activate without a conscious command. Your touch becomes a pure reflection of your intent.]

[Note: You maintain ultimate control. You can define settings where abilities are inactive, or choose to refuse the upgrade entirely, in which case the system will destroy it.]

I stood there, half-dressed, considering.

I considered this, a thrill running through me. This morning, hugging Linda… if this had been active, a simple subconscious flicker of desire could have ignited the Touch of Taboo. What would have happened next? The potential was terrifying and intoxicating. But I recoiled at the idea of my abilities forcing a connection. Women like Sarah and Linda needed the slow burn, the natural progression. Prematurely shortcutting that with a subconscious whisper felt like a violation.

Like I said; this morning when I'd hugged Mom, if I'd had this ability active, my subconscious might've triggered Touch of Taboo. And what would've happened next? We might've ended up making out in the kitchen.

That was the problem, wasn't it?

I didn't want my abilities pushing women into things prematurely. Most of the women I'd encountered wanted to fuck me on day one anyway—Madison, Isabella, the Miami crew. I didn't need supernatural assistance for that. The abilities I did use during sex—like Touch of Ecstasy which could call Touch or Magical Touch—enhanced pleasure they were already feeling. That was different.

But Sarah? If I'd used Whisper of Sin, Touch of Taboo, and Gaze of Unspoken on her, she would've been in my bed that first night. And I would've stripped away her choice to explore these forbidden feelings at her own pace.

Same with Mom. To me, Linda needed to fall for me naturally, to love me as a man the same way I loved her as a woman. Forcing that with abilities would cheapen everything.

Charlotte, too. She needed time. Space. The chance to choose me without supernatural coercion.

So One with Abilities wouldn't be something I kept active all the time. But like the System said, I could toggle it. Turn it off, like when I am with Linda, Sarah, Charlotte—anyone who deserved a natural progression. The same way I'd stopped using Forbidden Whisper around Mom.

Destroying it forever? Out of the question.

[Master, the true depth of 'One with Abilities' is that it can also tone down your passive abilities,] Taboo added, sensing my hesitation. [It grants you a finer filter. When you want a purely natural progression with a specific woman, the system can minimize its influence, allowing genuine feelings to develop without amplification.]

That changed everything.

I didn't need to ask how passive abilities could be deactivated; the answer was inherent in the upgrade's nature—it was about control, not negation. This was precisely the tool I never knew I needed: the ability to dial my own divinity up or down at will.

"Accept," I said.

[Pheromones: Infinite Control]

Now this was interesting.

I'd first gotten Pheromone manipulation with the wellness center trio—Victoria, Anya, and Ortega. Back then it was basic: release pheromones, women respond. Simple. Effective. Kinda crude.

It had upgraded after the Miami orgy, allowing his pheromones to create phantom touches that felt 50% real to the women. Now… Infinite Control. The name alone promised a level of influence that bordered on absolute.

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