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『inKlined to Devour』

It was dusk, the next morning. There were no birds chirping, there was nothing warm about the day.

Jack's eyes opened, his head buzzing as if it were its own alarm clock. His eyes glared towards the ceiling of the familiar room. Cassandra's Tower.

In the nude and caked with sweat, he would wipe his face with the palm of his hand, tasting the salt on his skin. He licked his lips and slipped off the side of the bed. His eyes wandered over towards the small form tightly tangled in the sheets. A brow raised as he watched her let out a soft moan.

No, he hadn't done anything with her yet. He still needed to be able to walk the halls, to be told the time of day. He let out a soft huff, but still she was one rowdy teen.

After discovering the art of cuddling, she continued to want it more and more. The feeling of warmth was something he enjoyed as well, but she was just overkill.

Shaking his head at this, he made his way over to the window, the light from the sun shining deeply upon him. His eyes stared out to the open world. His plans would be set in motion soon.

The arrest and detainment of the Merchant Guild Master was only the first of many. He needed to liquidate the funds of the corrupt, make them his own, fix the city and turn the populace to his side.

He had all the tools he needed, all the tools he currently desired. Now he just needed to use them.

"Kline should be here soon... IF not already at the front gate..." He'd utter quietly to himself as he recalled the conversation he had yesterday with the slaver.

Today would be the first day he would use Devour or someone from this world. A world so unknown to him that he had to look at a map to know where he was. Even then, being able to visualize was a bit harder than the originally intended game system. He was just rather thankful that this avatar stilled worked as it did in the game and made the transition much easier.

So as he turned his head and looked over Cassandra once more, he pursed his lips, watching her as she subconsciously felt the warm spot he had left in the bed. The light groan of disappointment that there was no warm body there.

Jack shrugged and walked over to the bed, reaching over and running a hand down her bare back. She had undressed herself in her sleep. Her white nightgown beside the bed, and her frilly bloomers at her feet under the covers.

Taking a step back from the bed, Jack would reach into his inventory and pull out a simple black and brown hemp tunic, a set of legendary deep blue hooded robes framed in vibrant silver trim that cut off right over the knee. He pulled on a pair of slacks, and a pair of his signature hard leather armored boots.

Making his way to the door of the room, he pressed a hand against it and turned his head to look at the bed again. She was laying on her side, hugging the pillow.

Her head was turned towards him and her eyes were open, staring at him with this pout of a face on her.

"I'll be back, eventually, okay cuddle buddy?" His voice wasn't assuring and if anything, it sounded sarcastic and sadistically teasing. Yet that didn't seem to matter to her.

Immediately she had shot up, with that pillow hugged to her chest, standing onto her knees with her legs slightly spread excited, "Cuddle buddy!?"

Before he even got the full body shot, Jack was out the door, letting it slam shut behind him.

He didn't b other taking the normal way down. Rather than cutting through the rest of the castle, he just Jumped over the side of the narrow bridge leading back to the main complex.