I Only Summon Villainesses

“What? There was one—”

Well, the only one it was… I couldn’t say.

Sex with my summons had to stay a secret at all costs. Even I knew that much. Aside from the sheer strangeness of the premise, I didn’t know how anyone was supposed to look at me once they realized I was fucking my own summon. That wasn’t a line you crossed lightly, not in any society that pretended to be sane.

Especially when they didn’t know about her 8.5 fortitude.

Of course, not even history had ever recorded an 8.5 attribute. That alone made it dangerous. So I had to be careful — painfully careful — about the information I shared. Once people started asking the wrong questions, there would be no putting that genie back in the bottle.

I frowned deeper a moment later and snapped at her.

“Yo? What’s this even about? You fucked me one moment, and you’re hating on me the next?”

She curled her face and glanced back over her shoulder. I wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but after a brief pause she turned back to the sky and let out a slow breath.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m just in a foul mood. I can be like this sometimes.”

She pulled out a familiar gourd, popped the cork, and tipped it back. The liquid poured into her mouth as she gulped it down without pause, drinking for several seconds straight.

Only then did she lower it, exhaling deeply.

“Aaaaissshhhh…”

Her shoulders loosened. The tension in her posture melted away, and her eyes regained a lively spark.

“Six-gods! This medication is tested and trusted,” she declared. “Remind me to never abstain from alcohol!”

I looked at her. Then at the gourd in her hand. For a brief moment, curiosity crept in — what it actually did, how the alcohol actually worked, what kind of concoction could shift someone’s state so completely.

She noticed immediately.

With a scowl, she shifted the gourd away from me. “The first time was a mistake. I’m not sharing.”

I frowned.

“What? No.” I shook my head. “I don’t want your alcohol.”

I sighed and looked away from her. The sea caught my attention for a moment, its endless movement almost pulling me in — so I tilted my face up instead, staring at the sky.

That, at least, was calm and peaceful.

“Ah… right…” Nisha suddenly muttered.

She exhaled again, opening and closing her hand as if flexing her grip strength.

For a moment, I felt a spike of unease. I wondered what she intended to grip. Her history didn’t exactly inspire confidence.

“Wh… what?” I hesitated.

Her gaze stayed fixed on her hand, her expression oddly, almost cutely confused. “It’s strange to put into words… but I feel stronger. It’s quite little — very dismissible — but I’ve been a summoner for twenty years now. I’ve stayed D-rank that entire time. I know my limits. I know them well.”

She paused, brow furrowing.

“So this slight increase… it’s very strange—”

’Ah. Right.’

I had completely forgotten.

’There’s that part.’

Lira had been actively searching for it, but the knowledge was incredibly rare in this world. Anyone who managed to have sex with me — anyone who wasn’t one of my villainesses — would experience an increase in their spirit essence limits after having sex with me.

It wasn’t an immediate temporary boost, or a buff, it was a permanent increase.

This meant, fuck me and you would continue to grow stronger over time. As long as you kept fucking me of course.

It benefited them in the long run. As for me, I suspected there was a ceiling — a point where I’d stop seeing meaningful essence rewards. With Lira, I was already seeing as little as ten spirit essence at times. During our longer marathons, it dropped even further.

But with my villainesses?

It was peak. Always peak.

’It’s almost like this system wants me to only fuck the villainesses alone.’

If only they weren’t so damn difficult to get laid.

“Hm?” Nisha tilted her head, peering at me as I zoned out.

She sighed a second later. “What am I even doing, complaining to you? Not like you understand these things.”

I scoffed.

“Maybe because I gave you sex that drove you mad for a moment.”

She froze.

Her body trembled, caught completely off guard. Her eyes darted away from me.

“You don’t remember how feral you were?” I continued lightly. “Even when death was practically at our doorstep.”

She trembled again, then let out a small, embarrassed chuckle as she turned away.

“Ha — aha… six gods, did I forget what the Boss told me to do?!” she blurted out. “Oh, my memories — oops. I gotta go. See you?”

She didn’t wait for a response.

She bolted.

I watched her go, her movements hurried and uncoordinated, and couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at my lips. It was… interesting, seeing her like that.

Afterward, I shifted slightly as my stomach growled again, loud enough to remind me of something important.

Food.

Right. I’d completely forgotten about that too.

I walked up to one of the crew members who’d just stepped out of the cabin and asked about Po’s whereabouts.

Since I’d sacrificed my food for small talk with Nisha—in a pointless effort to get laid again—I had no choice but to turn to Po. My guyest guy. Reliable. Efficient. Preferably already eating something.

Still, at the very least, I’d confirmed it.

Something really was off about Nisha.

I exhaled slowly.

’Whatever. I’ll just focus on other people…’

’Ah. Octavia…’

The last time I’d seen her was when she was tending to wounds. And no — I was definitely not thinking about fucking her. Octavia… with the way she looked, I wasn’t even sure she was a major—if that even counted in a fantasy world like this.

My stomach growled again, louder this time.

’Damnit, Cade. Priorities.’

As the man pointed me towards where Po’s room was located, I thanked him with a slight bow and was already en route to meet my benefactor.