17 I Don't Stuff for Free! (***)

By midnight of that day, over 300 slaves and servants—a decent chunk of House Astalon's handymen, had turned into Mithras' followers—singing the Lord's praise alongside him. 

The nobles and attendants couldn't believe their eyes. As one of the four ducal houses of the kingdom, House Astalon hosted over 5,000 slaves, servants and attendants split between 36 courtyards and mansions. Yet not one of the nobles could so easily cause hundreds of servants and slaves to unite and sing with no care for law and etiquette. 

But under Mithras' lead, those servants and slaves forgot their fear of the high nobility's rules, embracing chants and dances that Mithras improvised on the spot—and only stopping after he had waved them goodbye. 

Since those were only ordinary members of the slave and servant classes, Mithras' influence over them wasn't cause for much concern. Still, many of the nobles started fearing that if they didn't stop Mithras' rise soon enough, that lowborn upstart would eventually turn their house into his private property. 

How could they imagine that, while they plotted his downfall, Mithras lay on Cassandra's bed, watching the matriarch massage his cock between her delicious thighs with his lips pursed in dissatisfaction? 

<Note that the Drum of Praise doesn't work on female templars and gurus. It also has no effect males females blessed by Weaver or bearing Mark Beast> 

This system prompt was the reason for Mithras' bad mood. As a Tyrant-class cheat code, Mithras expected a lot more from the Drum of Praise than being limited to ordinary folks and male templars. But as his thoughts reached this point, Mithras wondered if he'd not started turning into the type of scoundrel he despised the most: ungrateful bastards. 

'Naah, we already have it so good. Let's just be grateful for our opportunities and not be too greedy. The Lord has already done so much for me. I should take care of the rest like a real cultured bro!' Mithras regained his senses.

Let's not even mention the Human Aphrodisiac talent. Just this unique Adamantine Dragon Horse mutation he'd unlocked through the system would have been enough to set him up for legendary success. 

See, testosterone has a complex relationship with Sid, causing creatures with abnormal testosterone levels to not only produce superhero-tier muscles but also slowly increase their templar rank just by breathing. 

The higher the testosterone, the faster and more effective the process. Mithras had 100,000 times the average templar's testosterone—meaning that even if he didn't train one second in his life, within 10 years, his body would be comparable to an adult Viltrumite. So how could he criticize the entity that had put all those gifts at his feet, free of charge at that? His conscience wouldn't allow it!

"Mhmmm…Mithras...I want you," meanwhile, Lady Cassandra purred like a cat—releasing Mithras' cock from her thigh sandwich and spreading her legs wide open. Her cunt came into full view, sweet love juice dripping down her love hole as she stroked her clit with one hand and pumped her godson's cock with the other. 

The message was clear. One more, Cassandra wanted Mithras' meat inside her hole. And judging by its erect mass and thickness, Mithras' cock too wanted to plow its way through the matriarch's love tunnels. 

However…

'No! I can't let my monstercock take control of my head! I must stay loyal to my dream and subscribed to the struggle of becoming the number one man-whore in history!

And it all starts now! This is the moment I've been waiting for! The culmination of two lives of hard work!'

With a remarkable burst of determination, Mithras resisted Cassandra's lewd eyes and delicious hole, sitting cross-legged while his erect meat slab poked towards the Astalon matriarch. 

Here, Mithras closed his eyes, folding his arms and stroking his chin with a pensive look. 

"Ok...but how much are you willing to pay for me?" Mithras asked in a calm and serious tone—this one question causing Cassandra to blank out for a moment. 

"I'm...not sure I've heard that right."

"No problem. I said...how much are you willing to pay for me?"

"Wait, Mithras, I think there's something wrong with my ears. I keep hearing you asking me...to pay to sleep with you?" Cassandra couldn't believe her ears—frowning in confusion. 

"That's exactly what I've said. See, being a servant is a thankless job. I worked my ass off for you and your son for nine years straight. Did my best to make your lives lively, made you the most powerful woman in this kingdom. And what did I get for it? Free knife cuts and a missing sis. 

That just won't do. Moving on, I will make sure I get all the resources I need to protect myself from scoundrels.

And if there's one resource you can't go wrong with...it is money! So I want money! Lots of it!

And if you want my cock stuffing you to cloud nine, you gotta pay up—pay up for every load of jizz you've received so far, and for every load you will receive afterward!" Mithras said in a bold and serious tone, but kept his eyes closed because he wasn't sure he was shameless enough to look Cassandra in the eyes while speaking such audacious words. 

"M-Mithras...you can't be serious. You..." Never in Cassandra's life had she heard such outrageous words. A man...asking a woman...to pay for the right to sleep with him? 

Not the other way around?

Was this still the Spiritual World? Or had they entered an alternate universe during one of their mating sessions? But as Cassandra's mind reeled at Mithras' words, the Human Aphrodisiac waved his left hand, dismissing the matriarch's protest. 

"It is non-negotiable! Because yes, godmother, though I care deeply about you, I'm more concerned with my financial freedom. You gotta pay up. There's no way around it! And if you ask me, it is only fair and rational that the woman pays the man for his dick!

The man controls the pace and is responsible for two-thirds of the duo's pleasure. He gotta provide the right dick, the right physicality, stamina, skill and more—all so the gal can enjoy herself like there's no tomorrow!

You are getting S-tier service! Cumming bucket on my lips, hands and dick! But I'm the one that should feel grateful for the opportunity? Bullshit! 

I can give you a 20% discount for the fun we've had already. But you still gotta pay what you owe and put out those Ener Crystals for the right to enjoy my cock! Yes, I've said it! 

Once I am satisfied with your love, loyalty, and commitment to making my life a fairy tale, I can consider giving you the Free Access Card. But it won't be easy. And until then, sweet godmother, I won't stuff you for free!"

Here, Mithras' eyes opened wide, burning with unyielding determination.