Counting the Gains

A lean, charming young man soon reached the southern entrance of the city.

Four bombshell women accompanied him; a young pretty maid with blue eyes and the right curves, a young but voluptuous brunette, a classic blond beauty with moderate assets, and another classic oriental beauty with a plump bottom.

The middle-aged guard on duty, surprised to see the ladies surrounding the man, asked, "Purpose?"

"To get my talent tested."

The guard's eyes narrowed. Such honesty was rare, but he liked these people. They made his job easier.

After giving some brief details about himself and the ladies, as well as the entrance fee, the young man with his beauties finally entered the city. A young kid's eyes lit up seeing him appear.

He took out a paper from his pocket and compared the image with the young man and nodded. He dashed to the stranger and handed him a small note while saying, "It's for you!"

The young man looked at the note and the boy who ran away. Finally, he opened it and his lips curled up. "Ah! I knew it! He really understands me the best!"

The charming man smiled at the note, while his women looked at him with glazed eyes, as if he were a savior, the one who brought infinite pleasure to their mortal lives.

He soon reached a building and walked below the sign that read—Wicked Inn.

…

It was evening. Ardor sat on the main sofa in his hall and leaned back with Jeanne in his arms. He looked at the charming man with 4 beauties sitting peacefully opposite to him.

"Hah," he exhaled while smiling in satisfaction. 'It's only… the 10th day after getting my blessing and my forces have already grown so much!'

He summoned his system.

[Magical Harem System]

[Status] [Power] [Harem] [Lust Points] [Mission] [Shop]

Then opened his status.

[Name: Ardor Flame

Mage Talent: Low (Fire & Dark)

Strength: 0.7

Agility: 1.2

Spirit: 0.75

Remarks: Young man, you're… you're just minimum potential. Even I can't find a point praiseworthy about you except that twin talent.]

Then he saw his power.

[Rank: None

Skills: Pleasure Fingers, Multiple Wills (2), Endless Stamina, Self Control

Clones: Lance (Lust)

Remarks: A weakling with diverse skills.]

Next came his harem.

[Harem

Temporary Members: 0

Permanent Members: 1]

Ardor saw perhaps his most important resource.

[Lust Points:645

Logs:

Balance LPs: 195

Daily Missions with Jeanne x5: +500

50% from Lance: +500

Purchased Skills x2 (Self Control, Endless Stamina): -150

Purchased item (Soul Flower) x4: -400]

Ardor looked at the LPs sent by Lance and thought, 'I was right to first create you!' He looked at Lance's status.

[Name: Lance

Mage Talent: Low (Flesh)

Strength: 0.7

Agility: 1.2

Spirit: 0.75

Remarks: He's now awoken with a rare attribute as the only chad the Mystic World needs.]

Ardor also saw the details of the new skills.

[Skill: Endless Stamina

Type: Passive

Description: Your stamina is used efficiently, meaning you can be more efficient in bed and on the battlefield.

Remarks: Time to conquer those that question your endurance!

Cost: 50 LP]

[Skill: Self Control

Type: Passive (on/off)

Description: As a man with the goal of conquering women, how can you not control if they can bear your child? This lets you do that.

Remarks: Only let the worthy sire your descendants!

Cost: 100 LP]

Ardor had tried meditating to raise his spirit, but without a proper method to do it, the results hadn't been very promising.

Ardor asked Lance. "Tell me about your gains."

Lance charmingly smiled, one that Ardor was still not used to, and hugged the four beauties closer to him as they closed their eyes in delight.

"Here are my gains. Thanks to their men being away discussing some war and not disturbing their judgment, these wonderful creations of nature are willing to join my quest to seek eternal pleasure!" he smiled but Ardor didn't feel something right about that smile.

'He doesn't have any affection in that gaze!' he quickly confirmed, then looked closer at the women.

<What do you honestly think about them?> he asked through Telepathy.

Lance's face twitched at receiving the message, but he quickly responded.

<Boss, do you really want to know? It might upset you, you know,> he replied.

<I do.> Ardor insisted. He wanted to know more about this clone that had bested his earnings of LPs since day two.

<Minnie's fine. The others, they're tools. Useful, but still tools,> he responded, still with that charming smile.

Ardor asked, <Why do you think that way?>

Lance smiled even more brilliantly. <Because they are not worthy! One of them tried to kill you while the other made your childhood a living hell. Another one is the mother of a foe you wish to defeat. How can they be worthy of my love?>

Ardor smiled, pleased with the answer. But he still wanted to be sure of something.

"Bella, did you tell Edgar to kill me?" he asked.

The beauty with a bubble butt looked at Lance. He simply said, "He is my boss. While he won't drive you mad with pleasure, if you displease him, you cannot receive any love from me."

She nodded in understanding and quickly turned to Ardor.

"No, sir. We ordered none of that." She looked at Isabella, who had snuck a hand in Lance's clothes and added, "In fact, he told us about Isabella only after taking her from you!"

"So, you're innocent." Ardor murmured. 'I initially thought his parents were involved, but if it's just him, then…'

He stared at her. "Then you don't need to suffer anymore. Since old Dickie isn't involved as well, you can go back to him, and be the happy couple you guys are."

"What?!" Bella's face didn't look happy as he expected. Tears began streaming down her eyes as she jumped at him, hugging his legs as Jeanne looked at the intruding female, displeased.

"Please sir! Don't send me back there!" Her eyes held the horror of losing something that aroused his interest.

"Why?" he asked, and the others leaned closer.

"Sir, we're not the happy couple you think! He has no interest in pleasing his wife! He's always chasing for power, more and more power! In fact, after I gave birth to Edgar, we barely do it once a year!"

Ardor's ego felt satisfied, having a beauty beg him this way.

Bella looked at Lance, while still hugging Ardor's legs. "He is the one who reminded me of what I could feel. If I stay with him, I won't have to cheat on Dickie. I won't have to suppress my desires, please!" She implored.

Ardor hesitated. "First, leave my legs. You're making Jeanne uncomfortable." As Jeanne nodded in approval, he added, "But what about Dickie? He hasn't wronged me, so wouldn't I be giving an innocent man a green hat?"

Bella finally smiled as she stood up. She looked at Lance with passion. "My love has already thought of that. I am no longer Dickie's wife! I even made it official by leaving him a divorce letter!"

Ardor looked at Lance's grin and understood the man's thoughts. 'And here I thought lust would completely control you. So, you think with more than just your lower body, I see.' He didn't feel the need to stop them anymore.

"Okay, do as you wish." As Bella returned to Lance in joy, he added, "But if you," he looked at the other women, "or anyone else betrays us, know that your ending will be horrible, beyond your imagination."

His cold words startled the women, and even Jeanne looked up at the new side of Ardor. She returned to his embrace, not at all worried, as she was his for life.

"Take these three soul flowers. So, here's what we're going to do…"

…

A few hours went by as Ardor ordered lunch for everyone. Once they were done eating, a maid knocked on their door.

"Sir, we just received news that his Majesty has informed those in power that they may send their young masters, and others chosen to test their talent to the Royal Palace as the Lord Mage is now willing to test everyone."

Ardor thanked her, and sent her away before looking at everyone who stood behind him, and had overheard the conversation.

"Let's go!"

…

A magnificent palace soon entered their sights, as Ardor's company left their carriage that dropped them in the center of the Capital City and walked through the opulent grand gates lined by imposing soldiers, covered in full white and golden armor.

Ardor enjoyed the decoration as he entered the side palace, maintained for this purpose.

"To think they do it every 20 years right here…." He murmured.

Bella, the one with the highest noble rank present, spoke, "The Lord Mage that we know of comes every 20 years to gather talents for the organization behind her. She also accepts performing miracles for those of great wealth."

"Miracles?" Ardor smirked, knowing the truth. 'More like simply fooling them with her superior magic.'

"Tell me about the royal family," he asked.

Bella nodded and replied, "The Royal Family of Zoran has very few descendants every generation. Usually a single male, and a few females. Their martial arts attribute is lightning. The one most talented this year is Princess Euphemia Fulgur, who has already become a Peak Apprentice Warrior. That's all I know."