Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 81: The Love Meter

The Love Meter

Leon tossed and turned, remaining naked, the glow of their mutual desire dissipating on his body. The moonlit window cast silvery shadows across their bodies. His arm was wrapped around Cynthia’s waist, holding her in closer, and his fingers playfully raked through her soft black hair, each hair caressed as if it were sacred.

His gaze never wavered from her face—serene, flushed, lips parted slightly as she breathed. Her warm, soft breath danced against his bare chest with every exhale.

He froze when he sensed the gentle rhythm of her breathing, his hand suspended mid-stroke.

’...She’s already asleep?’ he whispered to himself, blinking in quiet surprise.

Then a gentle, low chuckle slipped from his lips—so he wouldn’t wake her. ”One spin, and she’s out cold,” he whispered, a smile playing at his lips. He bent and laid a soft kiss at the crown of her head.

”So precious,” he whispered.

But when he shifted a little, his gaze trailed lower—down to his own body. His dick was still hard, proud, unaffected by her sleeping tranquility.

Leon exhaled with a contorted smile. ”My unlimited energy... a blessing and a curse.”

His mind drifted back to the seconds leading up to Cynthia falling asleep—her weak moans, her shaking body, the manner in which she held on to him with faith and abandon. It was her first time, and his own passion had exhausted her, left her completely drained. And still, despite his passion still ablaze, he hadn’t proceeded further.

Because she wasn’t some kind of conquest.

She was his women—one of his jewels. Unlike the cruel men. Leon didn’t want to break, conquer, or be rough. with the people he loved. He would never hurt a woman—especially his wife.

Leon’s smirk as he glanced at his dick, the desire still present but overshadowed by a deeper affection, ”Looks like I’ll need to... retire for the night,” he murmured, his voice tinged with resignation.

Just then, a memory surfaced—that moment of climax, when he released cum inside her, a familiar chime had echoed in his mind. The system.

[Ding!]

His grin deepened. ”Right... let’s see what you’ve got for me, my sweet system.”

Still holding Cynthia close with one arm around her waist, his other hand idly tracing her hair, he mentally commanded,

”System—open mission status.”

A crisp ding! rang in his mind, and a translucent blue screen shimmered into existence before his eyes, floating in midair, only visible to him.

[Ding!]

[Mission Triggered: Fuck Cynthia]

[Objective: Make Cynthia completely yours]

[Reward: Love Meter Unlocked, +70 Black Points]

[Warning: Failure will disable ”Touch of Charm”]

[Time Limit: 18 Days]

[Status: Completed]

[Would you like to receive your rewards?]

[Y/N]

At once, another message scrolled across the screen:

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host.]

[Breakthrough to Grandmaster Realm.]

Leon’s eyes widened a fraction, his lips opening in a sharp breath. He could feel it— the thrumming energy coursing through every cell of his body, each one pounding with increased power. His muscles contracted—not in pain, but in anticipation.

Two birds with one stone,” he thought. Strength and love—both within reach.

A smile pulled at the corner of Leon’s mouth as he thought over how fast he had ascended to the Grandmaster Realm. It had only taken him a month—a month—to achieve what many spent their whole lifetime working towards. While others roamed the world, seeking treasures and honing their abilities, Leon used his special edge—his cheat – his system to climb to this echelon with breathtaking rapidity.

He recalled the cost he’d paid when he arrived this word. When he first arrived in this world, he had willingly abandoned his Grandmaster cultivation to mend his crippled body. It was a wrenching sacrifice, one that left a heavy, lingering hollowness in his chest. The loss had been like part of him fading away, a sorrowful, hollow ache.

But now? Now he was standing at the same level once again—stronger, but complete.

Then his eyes returned to the reward board, eyes glittering with expectancy. His heartbeat quickened, the excitement of power and fulfillment twisting in his chest.

He smiled faintly. ”Yes,” he responded inwardly, serene but enthused.

Within a moment another message flashed in:

[Ding!]

[Reward processing... Initiating transfer.]

Abruptly, fire lanced in Leon’s golden irises, succeeded by a bright, piercing stab. He stiffened, muscles clenching—daring not to stir too much, lest he break Cynthia’s peace in his embrace.

His vision blurred. Glowing, dim gold, unfamiliar, ancient runes coalesced in his irises, spelling themselves into position as if writing itself anew from the very fiber of his essence.

”Tch. not bad for the pain of the Eye of the Judge,” he grunted between clenched teeth, his breathing shallow.

still hurts like hell.”

He survived. As always. With power came a price.

The heat dissipated. A last chime resonated within his mind.

[Love Meter successfully integrated into Host’s eyes.]

[You may now see emotional metrics by looking at your target.]

[Ding!]

[New Passive Skill Unlocked: Love Meter]

Leon’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. ”This’ll come in handy... especially when I expand my harem,” he murmured, amusement glinting in his golden eyes.

As if responding to his thought, the air shimmered faintly—and with a soft chimed... a translucent screen unfolded before him.

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[Host Information]

[Name: Leon Moonwalker

Age: 30

Cultivation Realm: Grandmaster

Race: Human

Talent: High

Level: 35

HP: 100/100

STR: 44 / 100

AGL: 41 /100

VIT: 46 /100

STM: Infinity ∞

INT: 59 /100

DEF: 42/100

Blank Points: 184]

[Passive Skills: Touch of Charm, Eye of Judge, Scent of Arousal and Love Meter]

[Combat Skill: Body Reinforcement, Voidbreaker Art, Falling Petal Dance sword art,]

[Artifact: Divine Artifact of Balance: swirling chakra.]

[Harem Members: Rias Moonwalker, Aria and Cynthia]

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Leon browsed through the stats with subdued pride.

”310 points from the Silver Forest hunts...” he grumbled. ”Less 200 for those two beginner-grade spells—ouch, but it was worth it.”

His gaze shifted to the bottom of the screen. 110 points left.

Plus 70 from the finished mission bonus...

And four extra from sex with Cynthia... not bad.

A second later, the figure blinked—now 184.

He did the calculation in his head, figuring up the ”blank points” he’d still to spend. A nod of satisfaction followed.

And then his eyes fell on his Talent—and he went still.

When he first came into this world, his talent had been... woefully third-grade. Almost useless.

But today? It was at a high level—far higher.

But then a frown crossed his face as an odd hypothesis began to take shape in his thoughts.

”Could it be... if I sleep with a woman and cultivate, somehow it also augments my talent?”

The system interjected, as if he were reading his mind:

Ding!

[Correct. Host’s hypothesis.]

[Experiencing intimacy with compatible people not only boosts Host’s cultivation but also builds up slowly. Host, innate talent.]

Leon’s lips twisted into a smirk, surprise and satisfaction spreading over him. ”As I thought.”

He immediately turned to another question, intrigue shining in his eyes.

”System, you once explained that if I assist a weaker partner—such as one of my wives—she would cultivate from me. Does that extend to talent as well?”

Another gentle chime.

Ding!

[Correct, Host. This is a dual-path approach, also referred to as dual cultivation.]

[While Host gains energy, cultivation, and talent from intimacy with stronger women, your partner—if of lower or similar cultivation—will also experience a boost in cultivation.]

[Additionally, if a partner has lower talent, intimate contact with Host will gradually elevate her potential, enhancing both her cultivation and abilities.]

Leon chuckled softly, a slow grin tugging at his lips as he nodded in thought.

”So not only do I grow stronger... I get to raise the power of my women too.”

He leaned back a little, golden eyes glinting with new understanding.

”Fair enough. Power divided is power increased.”

A flutter of excitement trembled in his tone as he spoke softly,

”This could be. very profitable indeed.”

As Leon leaned back contentedly, his eyes moved to Cynthia—the woman sleeping restfully against him, her breath quiet and deep.

His eyes softened. Then, in a blink, he recalled something.

”Right... I haven’t practiced my new skill yet.”

A curious smile spread across his face as he turned his gaze completely on her

”Well then, Cynthia... let’s see what your heart desires, my love.”

At his will, a soft shimmer flared before his eyes.

Moments later, a glowing translucent screen materialized, suspended above her sleeping form—dainty, pulsating softly, as if bound to the cadence of her breathing.

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[Target: Cynthia]

[Name: Cynthia

Age: 22

Cultivation: Grandmaster

Race: Human

Talent: High

HP: 100/100

STR: 43/100

AGL: 47 /100

VIT: 45/100

STM: 44/100

INT: 37/100

DEF: 46 /100]

[Love Meter: 100% – Absolute devotion detected.]

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Leon’s golden eyes remained glued to the status panel, the pulsating 100% under the Love Meter keeping him transfixed like an unspoken promise.

The voice of the system echoed in his mind, smooth and soothing.

[Ding!]

[”Host, the Love Meter reading is 100%. This means that the female has never betrayed you, and will remain loyal and devoted to you fully.”]

Leon blinked, taking it all in. A flawless, unyielding loyalty—a devotion so absolute that no external influence, no temptation, could ever shatter it.

A feeling of contentment enveloped him. But then, a thought entered his mind. What about Aria, Rias, Kyra, Syra? What were their Love Meter levels? Was their loyalty as unbreakable like hers?

His thoughts flashed to Lilyn, the adorable head maid. Her playful but gentle demeanor had always fascinated him. What was her level?

Excitement churned inside him as he considered the possibility of checking their readings. But he had not taken more than a step before the system reacted virtually instantaneously – as if it read his mind, its robotic voice interrupting his thoughts.

[Yes, Host, you can also look at the Love Meter of others. However, you need to be within a 20-meter range of the target or maintain direct eye contact.]

Leon nodded considerately, a small smile pulling at his lips.

”I see. So, I have to be near them in order to read it correctly.”

He looked down at Cynthia again, her gentle breathing filling the silence of the room. The soft rise and fall of her chest caused his heart to hurt with tenderness. She seemed so serene, so beautiful, lying in his arms—naked, her soft body pressed lightly against his.

Instinctively, his hand came out, tracing her raven hair as he reached for the bedsheet. Gently, he drew it up over both of them, covering them from the chill of the night air without waking her deep sleep.

As he settled the sheets, he drew her closer, holding her tightly against him. Her body moved naturally, her small movements a silent testament to the great trust she had put in him.

A gentle smile drew at Leon’s lips as he bent down, leaving a gentle kiss on her forehead. ”Goodnight, my priestess,” he murmured, his voice softy inaudible above a breath.

Cynthia stirred in sleep, her respirations slowing further as she pressed deeper into his arms, welcoming his presence with the utmost ease.

Leon’s chest filled with an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. He shut his eyes, still grinning, and let the weight of the evening—the promise they now held—to settle upon him.

As his own breathing eased, in harmony with Cynthia’s, they both fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep. The evening passed in perfect silence.

The room was still, except for the gentle cadence of their breathing. Moonlight caught on their bodies, and the aroma of closeness hung in the air. The world outside receded, became meaningless. In their mutual peace, the day was finished, and fantasy started.