MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC65: I Will Honor My Word
Chapter 65: I Will Honor My Word
West struggled, trying to get up, but the roots tightened.
The tails came again and two struck him simultaneously.
The world spun as West was flung across the site, slamming hard into the ground. His vision dimmed as stars burst behind his eyes.
'This thing... It's stronger than the ruin guardian,' West realized...
The guardian had raw power but this beast had everything else... control over it's multiple abilities.
As the Verdant Pyre Behemoth approached, Gor'thala watched carefully
West was bleeding and had slowed due to the damage he had taken. She was ready to stop the fight if it got any worse since she didn't want him to wind up dead but that would also result in his loss.
The beast lowered its head as the fiery paw marks all over the ground burnt brighter.
It suddenly froze in the process of approaching.
Its burning eyes locked onto something new.
Despite coughing out blood, West had forced himself upright. If his substats hadn't increased he probably wouldn't be able to move right now but thanks to stamina and strength, he didn't break down so easily.
However, at this moment, no one cared about his stamina or durability... What made the creature pause was the item in West's hands...
It was a massive black sword that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
Dark mist poured from its surface like living smoke, swallowing the green light around it.
The air instantly grew oppressive...
Gor'thala's pupils shrank. "That weapon—"
Even she felt it but yhe Verdant Pyre Behemoth had been too frozen by the pressure radiating from the weapon, that it reacted a second too late.
Blood dripped from West's chin, as he lifted the sword.
It was monstrously heavy but he swung anyway.
Swwhiii~
The blade cut through the air, sending a dark crescent of pure annihilation forward.
The beast didn't even have time to roar.
The dark crescent struck cleanly and the Verdant Pyre Behemoth was severed in two.
Green flames faded into harmless sparks, roots crumbled into ash, and the oppressive heat slowly bled away.
Its massive body collapsed, dissolving into embers and ash as the surroundings descended into a deep silence.
The sword slipped from West's grasp, vanishing back into his inventory as he dropped to one knee, gasping for breath.
He remained kneeling for several seconds with his chest heaving as blood dripped down his chin and splattered onto the cracked concrete beneath him.
Then he heard the sound of a staff striking the ground.
Bam!
Gor'thala stepped forward, illuminated by the dying glow of the summoning circle. Her expression was no longer stern or evaluative... now it was resolute.
"You win," her deep voice echoed through the abandoned industrial hall. "By the laws of my people, and by the ancient rites of summoners... I will honor my word."
West exhaled slowly, lifting his head.
"So... that's it?" he asked hoarsely. "You'll sign?"
She nodded once.
"Yes."
A glowing sigil bloomed between them, hovering in the air like a living brand.
It was complex with interlocking runes of summoning, dominion, growth, and reciprocity. West felt the system react instantly.
---
[Summoning Contract Initiated]
Summoner: West Einstein
Summoned Entity: Gor'thala of the Verdant Circle
Contract Type: High-Rank Mutual Dominion Contract
[ Warning: This contract will permanently bind both parties. ]
<[ Will You Like To Proceed? ]>
[ YES ] × [ NO ]
---
West didn't hesitate.
"Proceed."
The sigil expanded, then split into two identical symbols. One floated before West and the other before Gor'thala.
"Blood," Gor'thala said calmly.
West bit his thumb and pressed it against the glowing rune. Crimson light flared as the symbol drank it in. Across from him, Gor'thala drew a sharp claw across her palm without flinching causing emerald blood to drip onto her sigil.
The moment both were marked—
The world lurched.
West felt something snap into place deep within him, like a lock finally clicking shut.
Power coursed though like something that had always been missing had finally been filled.
---
[Contract Established Successfully]
New Summon Acquired: Gor'thala
Rank: High-Tier Warrior Mage
Summon Status: Permanent
Contract Effects:
• Instant Summoning Enabled
• Summon Domain Unlocked
• Ability Inheritance (Partial)
• Growth Synchronization
• Absolute Command Authority
---
West sucked in a sharp breath as a wave of knowledge flooded his mind.
He could feel her anchored to him in a way that felt spiritual.
Another notification soon popped up.
---
[Ability Acquired]
Inherited Ability: Verdant Bloom (Active)
Effect: A binding spell. Capable of trapping enemy/enemies in place briefly.
---
West blinked.
"...I got one of your abilities?" he muttered.
"Yes," Gor'thala replied simply. "That is the nature of a dominion contract. You grow. I grow. Our power becomes intertwined."
She paused, then added calmly, "You should also know—summoning is my weakest discipline."
West froze.
"...Say that again."
Gor'thala tilted her head slightly. "Summoning. It is my least developed magic. I can only summon ten Verdant Pyre Behemoth."
West stared at her in disbelief.
"You're telling me," he said slowly, "that you can summon up to ten of that thing—" he gestured vaguely to the scorched remains of the battlefield, "—and that's you being bad at it?"
"Yes."
"...I almost died fighting one."
She shrugged, entirely unapologetic.
West dragged a hand down his face.
"I'm contracting a monster," he muttered.
She ignored the comment and continued, "My other disciplines include elemental warfare, battlefield control, arcane reinforcement, and melee combat."
"Melee?" West echoed.
In response, Gor'thala's staff glowed and then transformed into a massive, elegantly brutal sword etched with ancient runes.
West's eyebrows shot up.
"...You're kidding."
"I am not."
She dispelled the weapon and leaned slightly on her staff again.
Only then did something strange happen.
Gor'thala suddenly inhaled sharply as her eyes widened.
Raw and unrestrained mana surged around her body like a visible tide. The air vibrated as the summoning circle beneath her feet flared brighter than ever before.
West instinctively took a step back.
"What's happening?"
Her voice was unsteady when she answered.
"...The contract is feeding back."
---
[Summon Boon Activated]
Gor'thala has received a Contract Enhancement.
Effects:
• Mana Capacity +50%
• Magical Efficiency Increased
• + New Ability Adrenal Control
• Physical Form Refinement
---
The change was immediate and impossible to miss...
Gor'thala's imposing form softened subtly...
Her broad shoulders became more proportionate as her waist drew in, forming an elegant curvature. Her thighs remained thick and powerful, but now carried a distinct femininity that hadn't been there before.
Her chest... also changed... becoming broader and perkier. They had gone from looking like oranges to the size of coconuts in nearly an instant.
West's eyes widened before he could stop himself.
"...Wow."
Her facial features sharpened, becoming smoother, more expressive and surprisingly feminine. She now bore a face that could only be described as otherworldly and the set of tusks protruding from the side of her lips only added to the charm.
She touched her face in disbelief, tracing along her cheekbones with her fingers.
"...So this is the effect of anchoring to a human summoner," she murmured.
Then, without warning, she lowered herself to one knee.
"By contract and by will," Gor'thala said solemnly, "I acknowledge you as my master."
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC66: Is She Green?
Chapter 66: Is She Green?
West nearly choked.
"H-Hey—no, no, don't do that," he said quickly. "This isn't that kind of thing."
She looked up, confused. "Is it not customary?"
"Not for me," he said, scratching his head. "Just... relax."
She nodded and rose slowly. "What are your orders master?"
"You don't have to do anything right now," West immediately dismissed her question.
"...Very well," Gor'thala responded with her head lowered.
West exhaled in relief but he felt as though she was somewhat eager to prove herself so he decided to suggest something.
"Honestly, I think you should just... explore," he said. "Get to know the city. I'll take you out, show you around."
Her eyes lit up faintly. "This world interests me."
They began heading out of the abandoned site together but the moment they stepped onto a public street, West felt dozens of eyes snap toward them.
A ten-foot-tall, strikingly beautiful orc woman carrying a staff tended to do that.
"...Yeah, this won't work," West muttered. "Can you put the staff away?"
"I could," Gor'thala said thoughtfully. "Or—"
She paused, then smiled slightly.
"I can go into the Summon Domain."
"The what?"
Before he could ask more, the world transformed.
West felt his consciousness pulled inward as the street vanished.
They reappeared in a vast, boundless space—endless darkness at first, then stretching infinitely in all directions.
West blinked.
"...Wouldn't this get lonely?" he asked.
Gor'thala smiled.
"It does not have to be."
She raised a hand and grass immediately bloomed beneath their feet. Stone pillars rose. A sky formed overhead, bathed in soft emerald light. A small structure shaped itself into existence forming a simple elegant dwelling.
"This domain," she said, "is shaped by will."
Then a translucent screen appeared before her showing the outside world through West's eyes.
"I can see what you see," she said. "I can observe. Learn. Wait."
West stared around the space, stunned.
"...That's actually really cool."
She inclined her head.
"And I am content."
Awakening as a summoner was finally starting to make sense.
...
...
The moment West got home and shut the door behind him, he peeled off his uniform like it had personally offended him.
"Brand new," he muttered, staring at the torn sleeves and blood stains. "Didn't even last a day. Fantastic."
His body reminded him of its condition immediately after... he felt sharp aches, deep bruising, a dull throb in his ribs, and the lingering headache from being slammed into industrial machinery like a chew toy. He rolled his shoulders experimentally and hissed.
"Yeah... okay. That was stupid... I should have just used the sword from the start."
He reached into his inventory and pulled out the Chalice of Vitality.
The moment it appeared in his hand, it radiated that same unsettling, ancient aura. He walked into the kitchen, filled it with water from the tap, and watched as the familiar red mist seeped out, curling around the rim like sentient smoke.
Somewhere deep inside the summon domain, Gor'thala was watching.
West lifted the chalice.
"To not dying," he said solemnly.
He drank and immediately, warmth flooded his body, like molten sunlight racing through his veins. The pain vanished in seconds. Bruises faded. Cuts sealed. The soreness evaporated as if it had never existed.
West exhaled deeply.
"...Every time," he said in awe. "This thing is busted."
<[ Durability Boosted ]>
Inside the summon domain, Gor'thala stood frozen.
Her eyes were wide.
"That artifact..." she said slowly in disbelief. "It restored you completely. Instantly."
West wiped his mouth. "Yeah. Handy little cup."
"...Handy," she repeated weakly.
She stared at him for a long moment, then finally nodded to herself.
"It appears," she said gravely, "that I did not make an incorrect decision in choosing you as my master."
West snorted. "High praise coming from someone who can summon flaming mammoths."
He changed into fresh clothes—simple jeans, a hoodie, sneakers—and stretched once more just to be sure.
"Alright," he voiced while clapping his hands. "Tour time."
---
West stepped out into the evening streets of Misty High City and neon lights flickered on as night rolled in.
It was around 7 P.M so the city was more alive now than ever.
He spoke quietly. "Okay, hang tight for a sec. I'm gonna get you clothes."
Inside the summon domain, Gor'thala tilted her head. "Clothes?"
"Yes. Human clothes."
"...For battle?"
"For not causing riots."
She accepted that explanation.
West ducked into a nearby clothing stall, eyeing racks of women's outfits. Dresses, jackets, skirts, hoodies—he grabbed a few at random, trying to eyeball the sizes.
"Okay, so," he muttered, holding up a long dress. "This one might—no, that's optimistic."
He slipped into the changing room and summoned Gor'thala inside.
The small enclosed space suddenly felt very, very small.
"...This room is hostile," Gor'thala said flatly, crouching slightly.
West winced. "Yeah, sorry about that."
She tried the dress but it didn't even make it past her hips.
She stared down at it, then at West.
"...Is this a child's armor?"
West covered his face. "No, it's just... humans are built like twigs."
They tried another outfit.
And another.
And another.
None fit.
At one point, Gor'thala held up a crop top between two fingers and frowned.
"Is this a battle bandage?"
"That's a shirt," West said.
"...Why is it incomplete?"
"Fashion."
She nodded slowly. "Humans are quite the oddballs."
"Hey," West said defensively, "don't let the fashion baddies hear you. They live for this."
Eventually, Gor'thala sighed and raised a hand.
"Stand back."
Green runes flickered around her fingers as fabric from one of the failed dresses shifted, stretching, weaving, reforging itself through magic. The cloth elongated, thickened, and reshaped into a long, elegant dress that fit her towering frame perfectly.
West blinked.
"...You could've done that the whole time?"
"Yes."
"...I just wasted twenty minutes."
"You insisted on understanding human customs."
"That was a mistake."
They stepped out to the counter.
And immediately, chaos ensued.
The two women at the register froze mid-conversation.
One blinked.
Then blinked again.
"...Is she... green?" one whispered.
The other nodded slowly. "I think... yes?"
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