"My goodness, I knew it! I was wondering why you were so obsessed with that whip."
"So it turns out you're the one who enjoys being whipped!"
"Alright then, I'll play with you for a while."
"Come on, lift your head."
PAH!
With another sharp crack of the whip, Luna Crescent gritted her teeth, her expression twisted with a strange mix of pain and intoxication.
"Serves you right for whipping me earlier," Leon muttered under his breath.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
In a short span of time, the whip landed several more times.
Even so, Leon kept his strength carefully under control.
If he used too much force, he might actually injure Luna.
If he used too little, it wouldn't have the desired effect.
He judged the right intensity by watching her reaction — her voice, her expression, the way her body trembled with each strike.
With every subsequent crack of the whip, Luna sank deeper into a trance-like state.
After dozens of lashes, Luna finally collapsed onto the floor.
Her body twitched slightly, and her eyes rolled back.
"Is getting beaten really that satisfying?"
Leon stared at Luna lying there, baffled.
He'd been whipped several times earlier, and he absolutely hated it. Every strike had been nothing but pain and discomfort.
Because he had personally experienced it, he couldn't figure out how the same whip, used on Luna, could draw that kind of reaction from her.
"Again… hurry…"
Leon had just lowered the whip when Luna's hoarse voice begged for more.
"Again, my ass."
"This is a you problem. You really need to fix this hobby of yours."
"Don't you dare walk away. Keep going!"
As Leon turned to leave, Luna suddenly pushed herself up from the floor and wrapped her arms tightly around him from behind.
She hadn't felt this kind of raw, primal release in over a year. Each lash from Leon had dragged her deeper into buried desires she couldn't control.
Now that things had finally become thrilling, he wanted to stop? How was she supposed to accept that?
"If you walk out now, I'll leave you a terrible review!"
"You're threatening me… with a bad review?"
Leon froze, anger instantly flaring.
With a swift motion, he turned, pushed Luna back down to the floor, and raised the whip again.
The next strike came down in a flash—
PAH!
The whip snapped across Luna's face.
"…Crap."
That strike was purely a mistake.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't entirely his fault — Leon was completely inexperienced with whips.
Before this, he'd just been swinging wildly, but mostly at her back and lower body, never her face.
This time, the whip had grazed across her cheek, leaving a bright red welt.
"Continue."
Instead of getting angry, Luna's lips curved upward.
She smiled faintly and urged him to go on.
"I… have never had a request like this in my whole life."
"You want me to continue?"
"Fine. I'll let you continue!"
PAH! PAH! PAH!
He didn't know how many times he struck in that short span.
Luna's body trembled all over again, and in the end, she even began to foam slightly at the mouth as she finally lost consciousness.
"What on earth is this…"
Leon glanced at Luna, sprawled on the ground, then flicked the whip in his hand.
Without another look back, he opened the door of the private room and walked out with a calm, almost indifferent air.
"Is it all done?"
As he reached the first floor, Leon ran into Red-Hawk Shane.
Shane narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Leon up and down carefully.
He didn't just look from the front — he circled around.
He checked him from head to toe, front and back.
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
Hearing that, Leon was almost certain Shane knew about Luna's… unique tastes.
If his second ability, Damage Absorption, hadn't awakened in time, he really might have been seriously injured after taking that many lashes.
Injuries on his body could at least be hidden under clothes. But marks on his face?
That would've been a nightmare.
"I'm destined to be the King of Hosts. How could a mere whip-user injure me?"
"I've already taken care of that guest. The matter of the Cowherd Fruit is settled."
Afraid Shane might change his mind at any second, Leon quickly threw that line out and made his exit.
Watching Leon's retreating back, Shane's lips curled into a strange, meaningful smile.
"The fruit you ate is the legendary, god-level Hitch-Hitch Fruit."
"I really wonder what heights that kid will reach in the future…"
In this world, Hitch-Hitch Fruits were divided into four major categories: Physical Type, Agile Type, Illusion Type, and Legendary Type.
Physical Type: Enhances the body — speed, strength, stamina, resilience.
Agile Type: Grants magical abilities to specific parts of the body.
Illusion Type: Also called the Control Type — can manipulate objects, people, or even elements.
Legendary Type: Also known as Phantom God Type — their exact form is unknown and exists only in rumor, with no fixed definition.
After stepping out of the TKV lounge, Leon stretched lazily.
Just thinking about how eating the Hitch-Hitch Fruit had already activated two abilities filled him with joy.
And both were extremely practical — especially Damage Absorption.
If that ability could be upgraded, he'd become an absolute tank.
On his way home, Leon couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following him.
As he passed through a narrow alley, he suddenly stopped and spun around—
But he saw nothing. No sound, no shadow, no trace.
"Am I just imagining things?"
The moment he turned back around, he almost wet himself from fright.
A completely black figure stood directly in front of him — less than two meters away.
That pitch-black being was a succubus, one of the strange entities of this world of male escorts.
To be more precise, they were a very peculiar race.
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