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

He glanced at the wardrobe, his grin widening. "Guess I won't be having any more issues with heavy lifting. Maybe I should start looking for a new challenge. Or perhaps a new wardrobe?"

After a quick bath to wash away the morning's exertions, Zafron joined Mara and Matilda for breakfast. His excitement was palpable as he showered them both with affectionate kisses.

"Today's the big day!" he exclaimed, helping himself to a hearty portion of eggs. "Your very own Zafron, off to guard the elite of Drakoria. Try not to miss me too much."

Mara giggled, her eyes shining with pride. "We'll try to soldier on without you somehow," she teased. "Just don't forget about us little people when you're rubbing elbows with the rich and famous."

Matilda's smile was warm, but Zafron couldn't help noticing a flicker of something in her eyes. Concern? Worry? Before he could dwell on it, she spoke up. "Be careful out there, Zafron. And remember, no matter what happens, you always have a home here with us."

'Well, that's not ominous at all,' Zafron thought, but he pushed the worry aside. This was his big day, after all.

With a final round of hugs and kisses, Zafron set off for his first day of work, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. The day passed in a blur of new experiences. Cassandra had him escort her to various appointments and meetings, introducing him as her new personal guard. Zafron did his best to look intimidating, which mostly resulted in him tripping over his own feet.

Despite his occasional clumsiness, Cassandra seemed pleased with his performance. As the sun began to set, she pressed two thousand Thalens into his hand with a smile. "For a job well done," she said. "I look forward to working with you more."

Zafron stared at the money in his hand, hardly believing it was real. 'Two thousand Thalens,' he thought, dazed. 'That's more than I've ever held in my life. I could buy a small house with this. Or a really, really nice pair of shoes.'

As he made his way home, his mind was spinning with the events of the day. He barely noticed the looks he was getting from passersby, too lost in his own thoughts. 'Personal guard to Cassandra Beaumont,' he mused. 'It still doesn't feel quite real. I keep expecting to wake up and find out this was all a dream. A very lucrative, slightly confusing dream.'

Back at home, Zafron regaled Mara and Matilda with tales of his day, embellishing only slightly (okay, maybe more than slightly) about his heroic deeds. As night fell, he retired to his room, exhausted but content.

The routine had settled into a predictable rhythm: wake up, complete the daily quest, head to the Beaumont estate for work, and return home in the evening. While the predictability of the schedule might have seemed monotonous to some, Zafron found a strange comfort in it.

Work at the Beaumont estate was demanding but rewarding. Cassandra, in particular, had started to grow on him. Despite her initial impression as a wealthy employer, she had proven to be more than just that. Her charm was undeniable, and she treated him with a warmth that went beyond professional courtesy.

It was as if she genuinely valued his presence, and her friendly demeanor made the long days more bearable.

Cassandra's kindness was further exemplified when she casually mentioned they would be going somewhere special the next day. "Tomorrow will be different," she had said with a playful glint in her eye. "I have a little surprise planned for us."

Zafron's curiosity was piqued. The thought of a special outing made the routine of house, work, and home feel a bit more exciting. He couldn't help but look forward to whatever Cassandra had planned. In the meantime, he appreciated the small but significant change in his daily life and the growing bond he was forming with her.

He moved to the wardrobe that had been a challenge just a few days ago. Tonight, he was curious to see how much stronger he had become. With a confident grin, he grabbed the handle and lifted it with ease. The wardrobe, once very heavy, now felt light and manageable.

"Wow, look at that," Zafron murmured, admiring the effortless lift.

He walked over to the full-length mirror, flexing his muscles with a satisfied smile. The physical changes were clear: his body had become leaner and stronger. He could see the definition in his arms and the increased firmness of his chest.

With a deep breath, he pulled up his profile on his system, eager to see the latest updates:

-Name:- Zafron

-Potency Level:- 3

-Vitality XP:- 40/350

-Physical Attributes:-

- -Strength:- 36

- -Endurance:- 33

- -Agility:- 29

- -Vitality:- 8

-Eros Attributes:-

- -Virility:- 8

- -Pheromone Production:- 8

- -Reproductive Health:- 9

-Social Attributes:-

- -Charm:- 9

- -Confidence:- 8

- -Attraction:- 7

-Eros Skills:-

- -Stamina:- 8

- -Technique:- 6

- -Intimacy:- 8

-Status:-

- -Overall Health:- 98/100

- -Potency:- 60/100

- -XY Virus Resistance:- 35%

He gazed at the improved stats, feeling a surge of satisfaction. 'Not only am I making money now, but I'm also growing stronger each day. It's been a hell of a journey, and I'm actually starting to enjoy it.'

Yet, as he prepared for bed, he reminded himself of his ultimate goal. He hadn't forgotten that part of his mission was to get close to Cassandra to acquire her magic ability.

'Getting her in bed is still part of the plan,' he thought. 'But the system advises patience. Things are a lot more complicated now that she's my boss. I have to be careful and let things happen naturally.'

He vowed to himself that he would ultimately achieve his goal. For now, he decided it was better to let the situation evolve on its own rather than forcing anything.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, a soft knock on his door jolted him back to awareness. 'Now who could that be?' he wondered, pushing himself up. 'Please don't let it be some sort of emergency. I'm not sure I'm ready to guard against anything this night,'

With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, Zafron called out, "Come in?" His voice rose at the end, turning the statement into a question.

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