NTR: My Apartment Complex

I pull my penis out of Wyni’s vulva. Extremely slimy.

She lies on the bed with a sore body, breathing heavily, her hands still gripping the bed sheets.

I stand up, looking at Wyni with a cold gaze.

"You should get rid of that arrogant attitude. Wyni, otherwise even without me, you would already be dead."

I get dressed, walk over to the door, and open it. The night with the moon is already hanging overhead.

I see three girls sitting in the distance waiting; they are bound by slave marks so they cannot escape.

"Hey? Come here," I call out in a commanding tone.

The three girls step forward, their heads bowed low. They are feeling anxious and unsure whether Wyni is still alive or not.

"Hurry inside and take Wyni to clean up. Tell the maids that from now on, you will be my maids."

The three girls nod and step through the large double doors, terrified and unsure of Wyni’s condition.

They see only Wyni naked, her expression a bit weary but extremely annoyed, surely still angry with me. Every step she takes is trembling. Her vulva is dripping with my semen, which falls to the ground.

The three girls’ eyes open wide in absolute shock, turning to look at me. But I remain silent, making them not dare to look.

Remembering what they need to do, they rush over to support Wyni as she walks away.

The next morning.

The princess seems quite busy, so she cannot come for training. Therefore, I have quite a bit of free time.

"System? Why do I feel like the people in this world are so weak?"

The system appears and laughs.

*Haha, that’s because you haven’t met anyone truly strong yet.*

While strolling around, suddenly a maid comes to inform me.

"Lord Hugo, His Majesty is calling for you. Please follow me."

I follow the maid, but I also wonder if there is a problem.

Could it be that my fucking Elizabeth has been discovered? If so, this might be a trap. However, I have two lives, so I’m not afraid.

The large doors open. The king sits on high, surrounded by other high-ranking nobles.

"I am Hugo, paying my respects to His Majesty," I kneel on one knee.

"Rise."

I stand up, bow my head low, placing my hand across my chest respectfully.

"My daughter, Elizabeth, wants to go to the battlefield. Therefore, I need someone to protect her. What do you think?"

Damn it, war will mess everything up, and I don’t like this at all. This old king wants to probe me.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I propose myself to be the princess’s protector."

The king laughs and strokes his beard.

"Very well."

I am assigned to Princess Elizabeth, who stands at the head of a row. She waves me over.

I approach and stand beside her.

A woman standing next to the king rises. She freezes me in place for a moment with her allure.

My eyes instantly identify who she is.

Elizan is 28 years old and she is a queen.

Simply put, she married the king and will rule the kingdom together with him as his wife. Standing behind the queen is also a major faction.

She has long blonde hair, a golden crown atop her head, and golden eyes with strange patterns.

Her attire is a white dress with a daring, high-cut design. Her entire shoulders are exposed, the chest area cut daringly low down the front, leaving only a tiny piece of fabric covering her massive, fair breasts. Her waistline has missing fabric, revealing her white abdomen and navel.

The dress is split high up to her waist, revealing both of her thick, fair thighs. At the front, there is only a long strip of fabric covering her vulva, exposing both of her deep inguinal creases.

I don’t understand why she dresses so revealingly. It seems the fantasy world doesn’t care much about appearances, or maybe they just pay little attention.

My penis hardens immediately afterward.

"Everyone? We must win the black iron lake in this war. Otherwise, we will be the first kingdom to be destroyed."

The nobles immediately shout out with determination. They seem quite united, because if they lose, they will lose everything.

"Victory!"

I don’t understand what is going on; I’ll just ask Elizabeth after the meeting ends.

After the meeting concludes.

I leave with the princess.

"Explain this clearly to me, Princess."

Princess Elizabeth sighs.

"Simply put, five kingdoms surround a lake where black iron is found. It is extremely sturdy."

"You can think of it as making a needle out of black iron. But it can pierce dragon scales."

Hearing that, I find it hard to believe—a needle that pierces dragon scales. What the hell is going on?

"Is it that strong?"

Elizabeth nods.

"We are closest to the black iron lake. Therefore, if we don’t win, we will be destroyed first."

War is going to be troublesome, because there are definitely people as strong as me.

However, I have my ultimate trump card with gravity power. If I want to, I can destroy everything.

Returning to my room, the atmosphere inside is thick with fear. The four maid servants are prostrate on the floor, their heads bowed so low they almost touch the floorboards, their bodies trembling violently.

Wyni, still exhausted from my wild frenzy, doesn’t even dare to look up, her disheveled hair hiding her pale face.

I ignore the trembling, calmly walking toward the wardrobe, pulling out dozens of sharp, carefully prepared daggers. These will be my "bullets," launched by devastating gravity power.

I want to test whether I can surpass the limits of legendary protagonists—leveling an army with my bare hands.

I step out into the empty courtyard, taking a deep breath. My mind begins molding an invisible "gravity monster." As soon as that force takes shape, I command it to compress tightly beneath my feet like a high-pressure spring. *Whoosh!* A piercing, wind-tearing shriek sounds, and my body is shot violently up into the air at a dizzying speed, rushing like a blazing meteorite toward the distant enemy staging camp.

Covering my face with a black cloth, I observe the target from above. The closer I get, the more suffocating the aura surrounding me becomes. With a spin, I crash straight into the center of the military camp.

*BOOM!*

The ground shakes violently, a terrifying explosion echoing like dozens of bombs detonating simultaneously.

The impact crater splits wide open, dirt, rocks, and billowing dust flying up, blowing away all the surrounding tents. From within the murky dust, the tragic screams of soldiers ring out endlessly. I slowly stand up amidst the epicenter, silently observing. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers have tightly surrounded me, weapons in hand.

"Intruder! Kill him!"—a clear, authoritative shout rings out.

They charge forward like a fierce wave.

I don’t even bother to move, just faintly twitching the corner of my mouth. A powerful opposing gravity stream from above presses down, combining with an explosive upward pushing force from the ground. In just a moment, those standing closest are torn into two pieces, fresh blood splashing everywhere like petals in the wind.

"Fall back! Everyone fall back!"—a panicked voice screams loudly. A warrior with golden hair and shining white armor steps forward, followed by hundreds of elite fighters with murderous intent radiating.

"Who are you? Why did you come here to slaughter?"

I stand there, my chest heaving, ignoring the interrogation. Suddenly, a dark shadow streaks past. A girl with exquisite swordsmanship slashes fiercely at my neck. I slightly distort the gravity around her position, slowing her slashing speed as if she were moving through a swamp.

I spin around, delivering a thunderous kick to her stomach. She vomits a large mouthful of blood, her body flying backward like a torn rag doll.

The remaining hundreds crazily rush in to attack all at once.

But to me, they are no different from ants. The powerful attacks from various weapons are repelled by an invisible gravity barrier. Suddenly, a young man with blazing hair throws a massive fireball from above, scorching the air.

At the same time, the white-armored warrior takes advantage of my distraction, closing in with astonishing speed, the sword in his hand piercing through my defenses and driving straight into my neck. Fresh blood gushes out, hot and reeking of iron.

A sharp, stinging pain runs down my spine, but instead of collapsing, I feel an unusual excitement.

This near-death sensation is precisely what I crave. I laugh insanely, kicking the warrior away with my foot while waving my left hand to blow away the incoming fireball.

I stagger backward, bringing a hand to cradle my bleeding wound, my eyes burning with extreme excitement.

"Haha, well done... you guys really know how to make me happy!"

I place both hands across my abdomen, my fingers pressing tightly together, focusing all my power on a single point.

In the palm of my hand, a tiny "black hole" the size of a fist begins to form, radiating a suffocating pressure.

The surrounding space twists violently; dirt, trees, and even the unlucky soldiers are dragged toward me.

The black hole discharges, its terrifying suction force sweeping everything into the deadly vortex. I fly high into the sky, looking down at the chaotic scene below. Although many manage to escape in time, the price they pay is the extreme terror etched across their faces.

Numerous fireballs, water jets, ice swords... all of them paint the sky with various colors as they attack me with terrifying power.

Yet all of them are neutralized by my invisible barrier.

This makes them feel extremely frustrated with me. Their attacks have no effect, but my attacks deal overwhelmingly massive damage.

"System? Give me super regeneration ability."

Instantly, my neck begins to heal.

*System.*

*You will possess super regeneration ability.*