Chapter 39: Always Hard
Growing up as a young lad, Ben’s father, Softwood Ben Dover, ingrained in all twenty-six of his children the importance of being entrepreneurial.
Ben dabbled in many businesses growing up, and even earlier when he started being a doctor and wasn’t that famous yet, he would sell the hospital supplies from the hospitals he worked at for some extra cash...
He was really entrepreneurial by nature.
Bringing his panty business into the market of this new world needed some calculated finesse.....
And Ben needed to go in prepared for anything.
He was sick and tired of being handled like a fragile, weak puppy who was basically defenseless.
Even though he couldn’t presently increase the size of his dick, he could surely increase his realm and strength through the system.
With a thought... Ben again selected the section that had to do with his realm on the system, as the options presented themselves.
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[Mortal —-- Apprentice Knight: 1,000sp]
[Apprentice Knight —-- Warrior Knight: 10,000sp]
[Warrior Knight —-- Master Knight: 100,000sp]
[Master Knight —-- Noble Knight: 1,000,000sp]
[Noble Knight —-- Black Knight: 10,000,000sp]
[Black Knight —-- Grey Knight: 100,000,000sp]
[Grey Knight —-- White Knight: 1,000,000,000sp]
[White Knight —-- Domain Master: 10,000,000,000sp]
[Domain Master —-- Domain Lord: 100,000,000,000sp]
[Domain Lord —-- Domain Sovereign: 1,000,000,000,000sp]
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"Phew!.....at least the prices for these haven’t changed," Ben muttered in relief.
Even though the cost of sex points to become really strong grew more ridiculous the further down he went on the list....it was still better that they remained as they were...
Unlike the rising cost of increasing the size of his hog.
Truthfully, being strong and macho are not really things that interested Ben much.....his only interests were pursuing his goal of bedding countless women from every possible world pout there.
But to have the strength to survive in this world where someone can simply slap him out of existence or break his cock on a whim....
Ben needed strength.
And he would need a lot of it in the future when the women he would have to conquer would progressively become that much stronger.
And most importantly....there was the god-like figure who ruled this place.
He needed the strength to survive until he reached her, and also hold onto his life from every other unforeseen force until then.
Ben could still recall how excruciating the pain was when Luna had broken his cock, and looking down at his hog, it was still bent unnaturally in a V-shape, reminding him never to be so weak as to remain helpless in such a scenario again.
With his current available sex points, Ben could potentially increase his strength to the master knight realm, making him even stronger than the young lady.
However, Ben reasoned it would be an incredibly bad idea.
First because such a jump would not go unnoticed and might invite unnecessary scrutiny....he wasn’t even certain of all the dangers that could exist in the estate....and what about outside it.
Second.... He knew too little about how strength progression was supposed to flow in this world, and what was expected.....
Especially when he was supposed to be some type of healing mahji..... which he certainly was not.
But for this, there was a solution just a few feet away from him; piled up on his wooden desk were all the scrolls Nymira had delivered, and these would set things straight regarding how he should pace things.
Finally, there was also the fact that he would soon hopefully be using the system shop for a lot of things....how expensive that would become was still unknown, so having enough sex points available was also important.
Which also brought to light the importance of Ben needing to, as soon as possible, begin bedding every beauty in this estate... to generate the required points.
But, for that....his still hurting and disfigured cock, had to heal properly.
However, Ben Dover was facing a slight problem with that.....
He was finding it quite hard to reduce his erection......
Which was not only causing him more pain....it was also standing in the way of the elixir applied to his cock taking effect.
"Down boy...common....go down," Ben spoke softly to his hard bent cock.
Hardwood Ben Dover, just like his papa, softwood Ben Dover, and his grand pop pop, Longwood Ben Dover...
Was so named, because on the night of a full moon when Ben was delivered into his world, Ben’s tiny penis was as hard as a wood.
Since then ....half of Ben’s entire life....he has always been hard.
But he was so small that most people never notice.
That too played a little part in his obsession with drilling everything under a skirt.
It took several repetitive practices in meditation to calm the mind to finally create effective ways to subdue his hardness.
Imagining unsavory and unsexy things was one of those methods, which he was currently doing, but though it’s working, it’s still very slow.....
Probably because of the sexually charged experiences he’s had in the past several hours.
"Okay, now lets see what’s in these scrolls."
Saying this, Ben rose from the hard mattress, his back bent over and his legs spread apart to give room for his arching dick and balls as he walked.
Slowly, painfully... he moved towards the wooden seat behind his desk, upon which the scrolls were piled.
Ben unfolded one scroll after the other, taking his time to go through what was written repeatedly.
Like that, almost two hours passed by as he remained seated there and reading with full focus since the information he was getting was very crucial.
Just like the language of this world was almost the same as his own, with only the difference being the formality with which everyone spoke...especially when addressing others of higher status. Save for how they address and regard slaves, that is.
Likewise, the written language was just as easy to understand for Ben, though the tone and lexical structure were overly complicated; in general, it was still quite direct and to the point in delivering its meaning.
The scrolls were made from old, worn-out sand paper-like material, and the text appeared to be inscribed on with carbon black charcoal or something similar. Their manner of record keeping was grossly outdated.
But it wasn’t the material that had Ben’s attention at the moment; it was what was written on them, and right now, after ravaging through all provided scrolls, Ben had a troubled look on his face as he muttered....
"Well, fuck me."
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