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Greedy Cataloger 1
Chapter 1

-VB-

I read over my purchases, took a deep breath in of this degenerate and deadly port city's disgusting air, and let it out slowly.

"Maxed out elemental Shroud of Power and Aetheral Transhumanism to Evolutionary Engine Array."

Getting these purchases - and some other minor quality of life purchases - cost me eight hundred fifty points out of the nine hundred ninety-five I was allotted for choosing to enter this particular world.

Seated at the center of a multiverse (because how else would you describe a seemingly endless network of alternate timelines), Earth Bet was not a pretty place.

It was the stage of a web novel called Worm, though it was my reality now. This world and its sisters were dark enough places to be placed in the same category of "grimdark" as Warhammer 40k, which had literal hell gods trying to conquer the galaxy on top of humanity existence under an unforgiving theocratic imperium where a billion death a day in one minor theater of war was considered "good."

Such was why I invested as much as I could into my own personal power instead of burning it all over girls I might not even get to keep in the end; for death was ever-present, and not even immortals could truly flee its entropic embrace.

Power existed to stave it off for as long as possible, not forever.

Dressed in black sweatpants, a decade-old but well-kept t-shirt, and a single mediocre smartphone, I looked decidedly out of place on a sidewalk of an ill-maintained asphalt road running through rows of equally dilapidated multistory buildings mixed with businesses and apartments.

At least, I had shoes.

These were all I had - and would ever have - of my home.

Looking down at my phone with a frown, I turned it on, clicked the Gallery app and opened up a picture.

Mom, dad, sis, and me.

This and nine others like it would be the only ever pictures I would have of my family that I will never be able to see anymore.

I'm just happy I got to say "I love you" before I died on that hospital bed.

Shifting out of the Gallery and to Notes, I saw what I wanted: information. Specifically, information about myself. One of the perks I got was Paper Trail, which gave me existence in this world. Note app on my phone had it because that's how I asked it to be: my phone from the past life as the contact point for the Company and myself.

Once I memorized my new social security number, I turned the screen off, removing the only close source of light this evening.

Now, what did I-?

"Hey, give me your phone or I'll shoot you."

I paused and looked to my elft where the voice had come from.

Was I being robbed?

Standing there was… a skinhead.

I sighed. This was what I got for coming to Worm: an encounter with a violent racist.

"The hell are you sighing about? It's your fault you're-"

Thankfully, my powers came instinctually as if I have been living with them for years.

The first to come was my Fire Shroud.

An ethereal cape unfurled to life behind me, glowing like embers and ashes. With a simple flicker of a mental command, I snapped my fingers and made a two-handed mallet made out just chilled lava-turned-rock and a mask of shifting magma over my face.

Neither burned with their temperature and fire nor dragged me down with their weight.

"Perfect, I needed to get some money," I said with a rumble.

The skinhead froze and paled.

"Take me to your nearest safe house, and I won't bash your head in, you shitstain on humanity."

He nodded hastily.

"Lead on."

He turned around, glancing over his shoulder nervously, as he walked forward. I toned down the Fire Shroud to a business suit and a head wrap mask, though ashes still fell with embers on occasion.

He led me down the street and to an apartment.

Nervously, he knocked on the door.

I didn't wait. I kicked it in.

With strength infused by my Shroud of Power, my kick did more than snap the door open. The kick ripped the door out of its frame and sent it hurling in.

The wooden door crashed down the hallway.

I turned to the skinhead. "I could have done that to you. Go be a good boy, now. Next time I catch you, you will end up a shitstain."

He ran for it.

I, on the other hand, focused on the house where shouts were coming from.

The magma mallet came out again, and then I changed its shape to a cane.

Moving into the corridor, I met the residences with violence.

The first person to come out into the corridor with a gun drawn got his shoulder smashed in. Another skinhead like the last, he had a gun in his hands, but my preemptive strike prevented him from shooting.

I smashed the round head of the cane into his jaw, snapping his head to the side and sending him into the la la land.

Bang bang!

Guns were loud.

I turned around where another man, not a skinhead but he had an '88' tattoo on his naked chest, stood with his pistol drawn.

The bullets, squashed and a little molten, landed on the floor by my feet with a light thud.

"Oh… Shit."

I snorted.

I then smashed the cane into his chest. His chest cracked and he screamed in pain before a quick snappish kick to his downed fave knocked him out.

After straightening the shroud suit, I began rummaging through the safe house. In the basement, I found five safes. With but a little application of heat, I burnt holes through the safes and tore the doors to reveal their contents of cash, gold, drugs, and more drugs.

After pulling out the cash and gold, I burnt the drugs and the safes they were within. I may end up as a slaver at one point but drug dealing was too much and too far.

Opening a portal to my pocket dimension, I tossed everything in and then left by opening a portal to an alley close to the safe house. I left the goods inside, taking only five twenties before I closed the portal and headed to the nearest 7/11.

They had 7/11 on Earth Bet, right?

-VB-

I did not buy junk food… okay, I bought some junk food. I bought mostly water and nutrient bars.

After finding another secluded location, I portaled back to my pocket dimension to plan.

First off, wow. My pocket dimension was big. It had a kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom, and … that was it. I didn't have anything else right now because I didn't need anything else. So yes, I possessed nine thousand square yards of space in this pocket space, but with a mental command, I walled off most of it.

Second, I needed plans. Surviving Worm up to and after Golden Morning would be very hard simply due to the number of actors on the stage, never mind the spectrum of power strengths and variety at hand.

The question of the day was whether or not I was going to use my Shroud of Power to capture capes and other extras for points. Any men or women I caught and forced into submission with my Shroud of Power would become loyal to me, though not necessarily in love with me.

I would also out myself as a mind controller, or Master as the local lingo went.

I needed to test out how the shroud would work, though.

Flipping open the phone I stole from one of the skinheads, I read the date.

April 11, 2011.

Of course, it would be the start of the canon.

I shrugged as I melted the phone.

Again, I needed to test the Shroud's mind control feature as well as its other features.

Which meant that I needed to buy a "waifu."

Drumming my fingers on the table, I wondered if I should.

Technically speaking, these girls would not be alive until I buy them. What I got were copies of the original.

Did I have qualms about it? A little. I was not a man who wanted girls just because they were pretty and fuckable. If I wanted fuckable pretty girls, then all I needed to do was visit the local college.

… actually, I did need stress relief. Awful as it was, I currently lacked the equipment nor the desire to recreate my usual stress relief options. Sex, on the other hand, was only a few clicks away.

It wasn't like I was abusive or neglectful. On the other hand, I might even be too involved and attached, which was actually the reason why my first girlfriend broke up with me.

I wasn't fucking needy, alright? Maybe a little jealous, possessive, and envious, but I never let my pettier emotions get in the way of anything.

… why not purchase a waifu who can fulfill multiple roles? As of right now, I ate shitty nutrient bars and drank water. Why not a cook? Why not someone who can plan with me? Or fight side by side with me?

But did I want to risk someone breaking away from me?

… no. I wanted to be safe about it. I wanted to test this Shroud out.

Someone cheap with personality that did skew towards possible rebellion when tested. Someone who I was familiar with needed to be chosen…

Someone like Milly Ashford.

I took a few deep breaths in and out.

Then I purchased Milly Ashford with but a few clicks.

There was a pop, and the woman appeared before me in her Ashford Academy uniform.

Shoulder length blonde haired, blue eyed, fair skinned, and curvy figured, she was everything like I remembered her from the anime Code Geass and yet more.

She wasn't a 2D woman.

Narrow but not thin neck, defined jaw, pink supple lips, eyes wide with surprise, and hands unsuited to labor stood out to me.

"Hello."

The word just came out from my lips.

"Hi…?" she greeted confusedly. She looked around. "Where am I?" she looked at me. "You… are … my master?"

So she was indeed bought with Binding, a method of control. Since my method of Binding was the Shroud of Power, she should have it, too.

I pulsed both elemental shrouds, briefly making embers flicker across my body and blood pulse within me… And her.

"I am. My name is Alan, Milly."

She smirked. "Oh, I didn't know my master would be smoking hot~," she crooned. "Did you do that to make yourself cooler?"

Oh yeah, this was Milly Ashford, the playful and almost bully-like student president of Ashford Academy. If it wasn't for the slight flush on her cheeks, then I might have thought that she was unaffected.

Since her personality was confirmed, I now needed to test the length at which the Binding held sway.

I stood up.

She followed me with her eyes and then uttered a "eh?" when I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bedroom, where only a single double-king sized bed sat in the middle of the room.

She stumbled a little when I let go, and looked at me a little apprehensively.

"Tell me, Milly," I said as I loomed over her. "If I said I want you in my bed, then what would you do?"

She blinked before she laughed. "Oh God! You scared me, Alan!" she giggled. "I thought you were about to do something … totally not that. I mean…" she stuck her tongue out a little as she cupped her own boobs. "Who wouldn't want these?"

This time, I blinked in surprise.

She blinked again, her sly look lost in surprise. "Wait, since I am not the original-"

"How did you come to that conclusion?"

"I was eating lunch at Ashford cafeteria only a minute ago, and this place looks and feels nothing like it, never mind whatever is… Connecting me to you."

"You are correct. I bought you."

"So I'm a clone then. Couldn't get a woman yourself?" she grinned cheekily. "Oh no~ I'm a young virgin and this brute bought me off the market! Whatever will I do?" she sarcastically called out for help while waving her hands just above and side to the shoulders.

This wasn't how I imagined this conversation going.

"You seem awfully blase about this."

"Ha!" she barked out a laugh. "I may or may not be feeling a little…stressed," she admitted as she dropped her cheeky grin for a frown. She dropped her hands. "I… I'm not … I just don't know." She sighed after saying that, and then she looked up. "I can feel that I can trust you," she said. "But that has to be some kind of magic or programming, right? I didn't know you before just now. How can I trust you?" she paused. "But I do."

She leaned against me.

Before I said anything, she interrupted me.

"I know, I know. You weren't joking about me and you in your bed. Just. Just… give me a moment."

I did. I stood there while she kept her head pushed against my chest.

"Why choose me?"

"Only the most beautiful girl in all of Ashford Academy," I replied honestly. "Also, not as expensive as not as pretty girls who have superpowers."

She laughed a little at that. "... So you really want me in your bed? I'm a virgin. Maybe insecure guys like you like that."

Kek. She already had me pegged.

I snorted.

I gently turned her around, and the back of her head rested against the top of my chest. I reached out, only trembling slightly. I grabbed a button on her uniform jacket, and unhooked it.

One by one, the dark lemon yellow jacket fell away, leaving her with her skirt and button up shirt.

Instead of immediately stripping her, I cupped her tits.

She gasped sharply. When I began massaging them, she began moaning.

I, on the other hand, marveled at the size of her knockers. I remembered some random trivia saying Milly had the biggest breasts out of all Code Geass season 1 characters, but I didn't really appreciate it until I held them in my hands.

My hands couldn't hold all of it, and these were natural. Oh, they held their shape firmly even as I shifted from merely cupping to groping. My five fingers on each hand spread out and closed in. God, I barely held half each of her tits.

She continued to moan as I kneaded her flesh.

Milly moaned quietly as she grabbed onto my hands. “D-Didn’t know y-you can make me feel t-this great,” she whispered quietly.

“We’re alone in this apartment,” I told her with a hum. “I can make you scream, Milly. Would you like that?”

She shivered as I let go of one tit and used that free hand to caress her side. Even through the cloth, my touch made her quiver with want. I liked that. I really liked how I could do that to someone.

And if that person liked it?

Doubly so.

I stopped. I just pulled back abruptly but gently.

Confused, Milly turned around to look at me. Her blush painted her alabaster face pink and red. Her chest rose and fell quickly. Her eyes looked at me directly in the eyes, demanding that I continue. Confusion on her face only made this better.

“W-Why did you stop?”

“Aw, did you like it that much?”

“O-Of course, I did!”

Never let it be said that Milly Ashford wasn’t honest.

“Then strip for me, slowly.”

To her credit, she only hesitated for a moment before her hands reached up and hooked her thumbs on her skirt. Slowly, she dragged it down, and there was a shifting slide as she cleared her ass in one go.

To my surprise, Milly pulled her panties down together with her skirt. I didn’t say anything as she continued to strip herself.

Her pale ass showed itself, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it for a moment. What I saw was perfection.

“You like it that much?” she crooned.

My eyes ran back up and saw her smiling at me coyly.

“I like it very much. I can’t wait to touch you again.”

Her face flushed even deeper, and she wiggled her ass as she pulled her skirt down her thigh and then let go, making her panty and skirt fall down the rest of the way. She stepped out of them, one tauntingly slow step at a time.

She puckered her lips and then cupped herself.

“What about these?”

“How does being milked sound to you?”

Milly shivered. “I-I think I like how it sounds~.”

Then she began unbuttoning.

I didn’t realize how agonizingly tantalizing stripping could be when I actually liked what I was seeing in front of me.

Taking one button off per minute was pushing my limits, though.

When her first two button cames off, I saw how strained the third one was.

She didn’t even have to do much. All she did was push the button in, and it flew off.

And I watched in pleasant surprise as her breasts bounced out of the confines of her shirt, which only made them look rounder and bigger than they were.

Her pink bra covered up what I wanted to see, but I also saw her nipples perking up to make tents in their confinement.

“My girls want you, too,” she whispered hotly as she undid the rest of the buttons quickly and then as her shirt fell away from her shoulders, she unhooked her bra. The bra and shirt fell away from her in one-go, leaving her completely nude.

Her huge tits bounced when she shook her shirt off.

She smiled nervously but happily as she raised both of her arms and hands up and forward.

“Take me to bed, Alan.”

I didn’t need any more instructions.

In one fell swipe, I had her in bridal carry, and walked away.

She wrapped her arms around my neck during the short walk and gave me a kiss.

I returned it fully.

Pushing the door open, I carried her across the small-ish room and onto the only bed in it, a double king bed at the center of this windowless room. Though it had no discernable source, the room remained brightly lit.

I set her down at the edge of it, and began stripping myself.

I gave her a show just as she did for me.

She watched as I pulled my clothes off, one article at a time, to reveal my sculpted body - made not by work but perk, unfortunately - to her and her alone in this room. My show only made her healthy blush grow down her face to her neck and to her chest as well.

Her chest began to heave up and down faster, as did her tits.

Once I only had my boxers, I pulled it off and down.

Milly’s eyes widened comically as she saw my size. “O-Oh. You’re quite big.”

I looked down. Actually, despite having Body Talent, I was not noticing any significant change. Was seven and half inches a good size?

I did remember that anything more than eight was painful for the receiver, but then again why would it matter with Sexual Calibration in place? It negated damages and pains that might come from otherwise rough or physically impossible sex.

I shrugged, and then moved towards her slowly.

She leaned back until she began laying down on the bed. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards the center of the bed, and laid her there.

As my dick came to push into the opening of her vagina, I pushed my thighs underneath hers and made myself stable as I grabbed her tits.

Milly closed her eyes and moaned as I began massaging them again. This time, I included gentle nipple pinching and flicking to the retinue of finger techniques. She kept her hands above her head, and she let herself enjoy this.

“Y-You know, if I didn’t know better, then I might’ve c-called you experienced…” she giggled, only to cut off with a throatier moan when I gave her clitus a grind with the full length of my dick. “G-God, you know how to make a girl like you …”

“You’re already mine, Milly,” I told her possessively. “I can do anything I want with you.”

Was it a test at this point or was I asserting my already established dominance over her?

“Yes, you can,” she smiled as she opened her eyes and met my stare. “But I don’t think you’re the type to only use my holes.”

“Oh?”

“You like all of me,” she crooned. “Why else would you choose me?”

“Because you’re a beautiful virgin girl?”

“That’s just a part of it,” she said knowingly even as she shuddered to my massage. “I’m sure if you were able to choose me, then another beautiful and servile girl was also available.”

I grinned. “I like how smart you are.” And I really did. Fucking a dumbass was good until you had to live with them.

I let go of her tits and pulled her into a hug, and caught her lips in a kiss.

She kissed me back, wrapping her arms over my shoulders and around my neck.

Then she whimpered as I positioned myself and pushed in.

Her warm pussy split wetly as I made my push deeper into her. She whimpered not in pain but for the first time pleasure as she pulled me deeper into her kiss. As more of her claimed my dick in her warmth, I embraced her tighter as her back arched.

And then I was all the way in.

I broke the kiss.

“How do you feel?” I asked quietly. Despite what I had initially wanted to do, this felt special. This wasn’t taking a girl’s first time. This was her first time.

“G-good…” she moaned into my ear. “Give m-me a moment…”

I did and felt her pussy’s tight grip adjust around me.

“G-God, you’re thick. How are you e-even fitting inside me…?”

I kissed her cheek, held the back of her head, and began to pull out.

“A-Ahh…!!!” she gasped, her fingers now clawing my back and her legs tightened around my waist. When did they wrap around me?

Then when only the head of my dick was inside of her, I pushed back in agonizingly slowly for me.

“S-so good…!” she whimpered as her back arched and her tits smooshed into my chest.

“We’ll be doing this a lot, Milly,” I whispered into her ear as I began to pump her slowly in earnest. She moaned and whimpered with the thrusts, and I only grew harder at the sounds of her pleasure. “Maybe we’ll even have a marathon. I wonder how long you’ll last in bed…”

“Y-you mean how l-long y-you will?” she cheekily retorted, but its bite was lost between her blissful moans.

I imagined tonight would have been screams and sobs as I took an unwilling virgin woman unable to fight against the installed loyalty put on her. Instead, I was here making love to a girl I just met.

I tilted my body a little to the side to let one of her boobs free from between our bodies, and used a hand to grope her. I kneaded and squeezed, and she began mewling, gasping and moaning at the same time.

Milly began grinded her hips in rhythm with my thrusts, and soon, I was pounding into her.

I pulled away from our embrace, and grabbed her waist. She looked up to me, her arms twitching even as she covered her face with her forearms.

“Don’t cover yourself, Milly. You’re with your husband,” I gasped as I felt her pussy squeeze me tightly.

She pulled her arms away, and I saw her teary eyes. “I-I’m y-your wife then, h-huh?” she laughed with a wet smile.

“Definitely,” I grunted as I picked up pace. Soon, I was pounding into her recklessly.

“AAHHH!!!” she screamed, now her hands clawed at the bed. “OH GOD OH GOD!”

I came.

I slammed into her and jizzed, splashing her pussy with my hot cum. Milly threw her head back, and I felt her orgasm as well. Both of us shuddered, me as I felt Milly milk me with pulsating squeezes of her vagina, and her as she felt me give her more of the hot good stuff.

She collapsed after nearly a minute of fully arched back, exhausted and gasping.

I sat there as my carnal high plummeted after cumming. It still felt good to be inside her, and I wasn’t shrinking or turning flaccid.

Hell, could I even turn flaccid?

“I-I’m so tired…” Milly moaned as she moved, only to freeze. She looked up at me. “U-Uh, you’re still hard…”

“Yup,” I replied, not quite sure what to make of this either.

She gulped for a moment before she got this determined look on her. She grinned cheekily as she pushed herself up and then placed a hand on my chest and pushed me down.

“I think this cow girl wants to go on top this time,” she crooned, exhausted as she was, and began rotating and grinding herself on me.

And then she began bouncing.

I grinned and took one of her tits in my hand and then let her bounce away on top of me.

I found a good woman tonight, and I wasn’t letting her go, ever.