I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Zafron pushed open the front door, his body heavy with exhaustion. The new scent of their lodge which was becoming familiar washed over him. Before he could take another step, a movement caught his eye.

Mara rushed towards him from the kitchen, her face beaming with excitement. She threw her arms around him in a warm embrace, hanging off his neck with all thirty of her teeth in smiles. "Welcome back!" she exclaimed. "How was your day? Any luck?"

Before Zafron could formulate a response, footsteps echoed from upstairs. Matilda herself appeared, drawn by the commotion. She came down the stairs, her eyes lit up at the sight of Zafron, and she also quickly joined the embrace.

"We've been waiting for you," Matilda said, her voice filled with warmth. "Tell us everything about your day!" She said as she pulled away from the hug. The two women now stood in front of him, all smiles on their faces as they awaited the gist. Something told him from the looks on their faces they had imagined a whole different day for him compared to what he himself experienced.

'Great, they all look excited for my return. Where should I begin?' he thought briefly looking at them both.

Zafron felt a pang of guilt as he looked at their eager faces. He couldn't bring himself to recount the day's chaotic events. "Perhaps tomorrow will be a fresh start," he said wearily. "Oh, and Matilda... I'm sorry, but your crystal orb broke."

Without waiting for their reaction, Zafron gently disentangled himself from their arms and headed upstairs. Matilda and Mara exchanged worried glances, unsure of what to make of his subdued demeanor.

Throughout the evening, an unusual silence settled over the house. Zafron spoke little, his responses monosyllabic when the women tried to engage him in conversation. They had never seen him like this before, and their concern grew with each passing hour.

After a long, hot bath that did little to ease the tension in his muscles, Zafron retreated to his bedroom. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind was filled with the encounter he had with the strange woman, Cassandra.

A soft knock on the door broke through his reverie. Reluctantly, he rose to answer it. Matilda stood in the hallway, wearing a flowing nightgown with nothing but her breasts hung inside. She has one arm on the door frame and another on her hips. Her face was etched with worry.

"Zafron," she said softly, "what really happened today? May I come in?"

He shook his head, avoiding her gaze. "I just need some time alone, some space to think. I'm sorry, Matilda," He couldn't deal with her coming inside now especially not with how enticing she looked.

He was trying to concentrate on their immediate future, sex could wait.

Disappointment flashed across her face, but she nodded in understanding. "Of course. If you need anything, we're here for you."

Zafron nodded seeing her walk away in her transparent night wear, her ass bubbling and jiggling as she made her way to her room. He could tell she had a mission but had ultimately failed.

As Matilda's footsteps faded, Zafron returned to his bed. But before he could settle, another knock came. With a groan of exasperation, he went to the door and opened it. This time, it was Mara, her eyes wide with concern.

"Zafron, are you sure you're alright?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. With her cute girly face, Zafron couldn't keep his tight frown anymore.

He managed a weak smile. "I'll be fine, Mara. I promise I'll tell you everything in the morning. I just need some space right now."

"Are you sure?" Mara asked drawing near him. Zafron could see the points of her nipples as she too was in a nightgown looking at him with so much desire in her eyes. He had to still himself. Afterall, he just told Matilda he needed space, it would be unfair to allow Mara in.

"Yes, mara. I'll be fine. I just need to sort somethings out. Now why don't you go to bed and rest up?" Zafron said placing his hand on her cheeks and stroking it slightly. Mara sighed and with a tiptoe, she drew closer to Zafron, placing a kiss on his forehead.

After that, Reluctantly, Mara retreated, leaving Zafron alone with his thoughts once more.

As silence descended on the house, Zafron's mind drifted to the events of the day. But instead of dwelling on the job search or the terrifying encounter in the alley, his thoughts kept circling back to one person: Cassandra.

Her face appeared in his mind's eye - those striking green eyes, the way she had moved with such grace and power. Questions swirled in his head: Who was she really? Why was she in that alley? And how had she come by such incredible abilities?

The memory of her slime magic fascinated him. He had never seen anything like it before, even for a guy who had seen a literal goddess and nearly died at one point.The way she had effortlessly neutralized those fire-wielding thugs was nothing short of amazing.

And then there was the matter of her apparent wealth and status. The private cart, the deferential driver - it all pointed to someone of considerable influence. Yet she had been wandering alone in one of the city's industrial districts. Why?

Zafron turned restlessly in his bed, unable to shake the feeling that his encounter with Cassandra was more than mere chance. Something about her had stirred something within him, awakened a curiosity he couldn't quite explain.

As Zafron lay in bed, his thoughts drifted back to the strange prompt he had seen when he touched Cassandra. The memory of it nagged at him, demanding attention. With a determined focus, he summoned Aurelia, one of his three system holographic assistants.

A soft blue light illuminated the darkened room as Aurelia's translucent form materialized before him.

"How may I assist you, Zafron?" Aurelia's voice was melodious.

Zafron sat up in bed, his fatigue momentarily forgotten. "Aurelia, I need to see the prompt I encountered this afternoon when I met a woman named Cassandra. Can you display it for me?"

Aurelia's form flickered briefly as she processed the request. "Certainly, Zafron. I'm accessing the relevant data now."

A holographic screen materialized in the air between them, displaying the information Zafron had seen earlier:

[Subject scan complete]

Name: Cassandra Beaumont

Age: 22

Marital status: single

Compatibility: 2%

....

[Special trait detected in subject]

[Subject possesses XX virus]

...

[Compatibility Calculations Complete]

[Host's Qi Resonance with subject is High]

[Host's potency and magical ability acquisition are optimal]

[Host is eligible to copy subject's magical ability]

[Would host like to proceed with acquisition?]

After reading through the prompts again, Zafron found a lot of confusing terms in it. What the hell did some of these even mean?