The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Chapter 434: Leave Tomorrow’s Problem for Tomorrow

{The majority of the abilities are useless and already owned by Master, except a few;

Abilities Gained: [Warrior Form]; this allows the user to enter a form where their power is triple for a period of time, and they can use the powers of historical warriors if they meet the requirements.

[Seal of Pride]; this allows the user to coerce and dominate lesser beings with tools like Temptation, Subtle Compulsion, and Hypnosis.

Concept Assimilation has taken Seal of Pride, and Beast demi-god, Warrior Form.

With Concept Assimilation, Master can now know when people bonded to him gain a new ability, and master has the power to steal it and rip it off them.}

[No, thank you. I won’t do something so cruel to the girls...]

But yikes; I normally get a lesser imitation of the bonded abilities, so Marina must be an absolute monster with these abilities.

The fact that I received even a fraction of her power tells me she is operating on a completely different level from most people I have encountered in this world.

And she apparently has some more abilities, just that they are useless to me.

Definitely, a demi-god material. Maybe on my level or slightly below—close enough that a fight between us would not be a foregone conclusion, which is both impressive and slightly terrifying.

As I was saying, I did not feel anything after the sex I had with Marina.

There is no warmth lingering in my chest, no sense of connection or accomplishment.

Just a cold void that makes me question what I even experienced.

And I know exactly why: because it doesn’t feel like she had sex with me, and more like she used me as a damn fuck machine!

She was there physically, her body was present, warm, and responsive, her skin was soft against mine, her breath was hot on my neck.

But her mind was somewhere else entirely.

She was looking through me, past me, at someone who was not there.

It is a bit infuriating, and now I kind of want to make her pay in a way that makes her acknowledge my existence, my identity, my personhood.

Calling me Rhine, calling me Elara... How convenient I must be.

I was just the closest available approximation, the one who happened to be there at the right time.

Hm, but that Rhine person sounds familiar.

Perhaps I have met them before? The name lingers in the back of my mind like a distant dream.

It could be someone I encountered in passing, or someone mentioned by another person in casual conversation, or simply a name that sounds similar to something else I have heard already.

Whatever the case, I have bigger problems to deal with.

I had left the treehouse area and was down walking on the ground to go visit the queens and Nyx.

The morning air was warm and pleasant, filtering through the canopy above, with the scent of fresh leaves and blooming flowers.

The sun was shining through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows across my path, and I could hear the sounds of the village coming to life around me:

The chatter of women going about their daily routines, the clang of metal from a distant forge, the laughter of children playing somewhere nearby.

It was a good day to be outside.

Though, I doubt Marina will want to see my face for the rest of today. Otherwise, I would like to go there and show her who is boss.

The temptation is there, burning in the back of my mind like a persistent itch that I cannot scratch.

I want to march back up to her door, knock it down if necessary, and demand answers.

But I know it would be a terrible idea.

She pushed me out with a look that promised violence if I did not leave immediately. I have no interest in testing her patience any further today.

Sigh...

Well... She does seem like a troubled person, and I do not think I have really done anything worthy of being hated.

But still, she looks at me as if I am the source of all her problems, as if my very existence is an offense to her.

She must be projecting something at me: some old wound, unresolved pain, some resentment that has nothing to do with me.

She might see someone else when she looks at me, maybe someone from her past who hurt her deeply, and I am paying for their sins.

Tomorrow, faithfully, I will go there first thing in the morning and ask for a detailed explanation.

I will demand to know why she hates me.

I deserve that much.

If I am ever going to sleep with her again, it must be as Benjamin Mark!

Not this Rhine fella or even my beloved Elara...!

Wait...! So Marina is bisexual?!

The thought hits me suddenly, rearranging everything I thought I knew about her.

She called out Elara’s name in the middle of our session.

That means she can be attracted to women.

But she also had sex with me, a man, which means she is attracted to men as well?

Or she is lesbian, but had to put up with me today because circumstances forced her hand.

Now that sounds like I am suddenly the bad guy — the man she had to endure because she had no other choice.

Maybe I will not be so harsh on her tomorrow. Maybe I will approach her with more understanding, more patience, more compassion for whatever she is going through.

But she would have to tell me in what way I made her hate me so much that I do not even exist when we have sex. That is not something I can just let slide without understanding why.

Tsk.

And the sex seemed to be epic too: passionate and intense in all the right ways.

The physical sensations were incredible, the connection was electric, and I found myself lost in the moment more than once.

It is a shame it felt like I was fucking a ghost.

The warmth was there, the physical pleasure was there, but the emotional connection was completely absent.

It was hollow and unsatisfying, and I cannot help but feel a little cheated, a little used, and disrespected.

I still have the burning desire to go back right, but the face she gave me...

Coupled with the fact that she just lost a virginity she had held onto for thousands of years... coupled with the fact she just slept with a man when she is a lesbian, coupled with the fact that that man turns out to be the one she currently hates so much she claims to get dizzy from the bitterness...

Yeah, she will kill me if I go back today.

Like a wise man once said: "Leave tomorrow’s problem for tomorrow!"

(Author’s note: for context, no wise man ever said that.)