Marvel: Impregnation System

Chapter 40: Liar Liar Pant's On Fire

[Mission Received: Ruth Steffield]

Difficulty: Medium

Character Sheet: B+

Description: Ruth Steffield, born with a diamond spoons that makes all diamond spoons pale in comparison. From a young age she's got whatever she's desired and all she's ever wanted.

Objective: Give her what she wants and something she never expected to get.

Reward: 50,000 IP

Main Mission:

Impregnante Ruth Once(Complete)

Choose: 100 Gacha or Ruth's Skills

Impregnate Ruth Twice:

Rewards: ?????????

Impregnate Ruth Thrice:

Rewards: ?????????

Additional Missions:

Have Ruth throw away her pride that she always hangs over others(Complete)

Reward: Legendary/Epic Coupon

Get Ruth to beg for your cum(Complete)

Reward: Epic Item Coupon

Cum Inside all three of Ruth's holes(Complete)

Reward: Rare Coupon

Bonus Missions:

F*ck Ruth in the club room(Complete)

Reward: +3 Stamina

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Have Ruth clean up your dirty cock(Complete)

Reward: Epic Skill Coupon

Impregnante Ruth in school

Reward: Epic Weapon Coupon

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'What a freak.' Ricky thought, watching her plop down onto the table once she had her fill of his cum which sort of surprised him.

"Ricky?" Ruth hazily asked out, laying flat on the table but hazily looking up as his cum dripped from her pussy, ass, and wiped the last bit of it from the ends of her mouth then swirled it around her tongue.

*Cough*

"Soooooooooo, my pops needs to take care of some things so I have-" Ricky lightly coughed, pointing behind him since he honestly wanted to just leav

"Oh Ricky~" Ruth smiled, her senses returning to normal while shaking her head with a knowing smile.

"Your mine now-"

"Actually, have fun." Ruth stopped her condescending words and waved at Ricky, laying back down while relishing the swirling aftershock of their mind f*cking entanglement.

Ruth started humming to herself with a sharp look while trailing her hands all over her body while Ricky looked at her before rolling his eyes.

'Have your fun now, since soon you'll be on my leash.' A flash shone in her eyes as she started chuckling.

'But first let's take care of that pest Maria.' Ruth then tried to sit up only to have a slight shock ripple through her being.

'On second thought, let's wait a bit.'

Ricky walked out of the back of the school to see Henry waiting next to a new dark blue car, throwing the keys at him as Ricky easily caught them.

"Here." Henry handed Ricky a document that proved his ownership of it while handing it a pen.

"We went down to the local dealer and I cleared it out so you could pick a car." Henry started giving the cover story as Ricky skimmed the document to know what he was signing.

"I was adminant about the white one however you were taken with the dark blue and insisted." Henry tapped the car before Ricky finally signed the paper and handed it back to him.

"I already have my people at the dealer signing a contract stating they saw you there and already three people in school willing to 'confess' to sleeping with Ruth." Henry had finished the tedious tasks making Ricky let out a refreshing sigh.

"Now that I took care of my end of the agreement, be careful Ricky, this is the part that will get rocky since the Steffield's and the Rockefellers will do anything to paint you as a liar." Henry gave another warning but Ricky simply flashed a smile.

"Seriously Ricky, they'll always get what they want-" Henry tried to warn Ricky, but the later was adamant while raising a thumbs up.

"Don't worry, I got a Chester." Ricky then entered the car and stepped on the gas as Henry stood there for a moment with a confused expression..

"What the hell is a 'Chester'?"

Ricky drove not to his house, but all the way to Maria as he stopped the car in front of the mansion.

"Princess, Ricky's here!" Profaci hollered as he let Ricky in, immediately noticing the ashen pallor on Ricky's face.

"Is there something wrong Slic-"

"RICKY!" Maria barged out of her room with a bright smile and bolted down the stairs, jumping into his arms, however, he didn't twirl her around like he usually did.

"Ricky?" Maria's smile slowly faltered, immediately a concerned look brushed across her face when seeing his unsettled expression.

"Maria, I need to tell you something." Ricky seriously spoke, grabbing ahold of her cheek and turning it slightly upwards to his eyes.

"What is it?" Maria curiously asked, her heart squeezing thinking she had done something wrong as Ricky faked his absence of words before rubbing his forehead.

"Ruth-........Ruth kissed me." Ricky confessed to Maria, Profaci about to walk out of the room to give them space, immediately froze in place.

"W-What?" Maria's voice cracked, her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach as her smile faded completely before asking again for clarification.

This was the pivotal moment of the plan as Ruth had woven herself so deeply into Maria's life that it was now crucial for Ricky to take charge of the unfolding narrative

"Ruth pulled me aside and said she heard about how you 'turned down my advances,' claiming I deserve better and should be with her. But before I could leave, she threw herself at me." Ricky spoke in the practiced manner he had rehearsed the entire ride here, while Maria's eyes began to water.

"W-What." Maria squeaked out, her heart shattering into thousands of pieces as her first true friend, someone she thought she could share the world with, betrayed her by coveting the one thing Maria cherished most in this world.

"She couldn't have-"

"I know you're confused Maria and I know you don't want to believe me, but I had to come here before she started saying that I slept with her." Ricky then moved onto the last portion of his lie while Maria visibly crumbled.

"Why?" Maria asked, tears trailing down her cheeks while Ricky held her to her feet.

"She said that if I didn't accept her advances that she would tell you and everyone that I slept with her." Ricky said with a broken heart as Maria tried to rub away the tears, yet they continued to fall.

"I know it's hard to believe but I love you-" Ricky was about to confess his love for her until Maria took him into a kiss.

Letting go, Maria stroked his face with a smile and though her heart was shattered, she felt relieved that Ricky was still here to pick up the pieces.

"I trust you Ricky and I love you as well, but." Maria almost gave into his whim but grabbed his shirt while backing away.

It was just too sudden for the already fragile Maria, this gravity defying situation was something she had never experienced and honestly it was hard for her to wrap her head around.

"I-I need to be alone right now." Maria then without any more clarification, ran as fast up the stairs as she did down them as she started to break down completely.

"Maria-"

"Slick." Profaci stopped him just before Ricky tried to chase after her with a disheartened expression.

"She loves ya, but she needs to face this demon on her own." Profaci tapped his shoulder while wiping off a piece of lint.

"Honestly, I'm very conflicted about what to do as even I am confused." Profaci tapped both his shoulders while gazing at Ricky with uncertain eyes.

"Ya did good coming here and telling me about that b*tch trying to ruin my princess, I'll take care of it from this end." Profaci then gestured to the door as Ricky understood but was still a little hesitant.

Feelings aside, his relationship with Maria was also a strategic move for the Luciano family to grow closer to Profaci.

In fact, the Luciano family's counterfeiting ring had grown exponentially due to Profaci's generosity, fostered by the bond between Ricky and Maria.

'Calm down Ricky, you did your part.' Ricky thought, walking out of the mansions and towards the car while proning.

The thing about accusations is that the first implication is the most important, people tend to believe the first one to accuse and this was the angle Ricky was relying on in hopes of controlling the narrative first.

Twice in his previous life, he had dealt with the chaos of being entangled with unstable women, and after going through two grueling procedures in freeing himself from the shackles of false accusations, he had become somewhat of an expert on the topic.

Before driving home, Ricky let out a deep sigh and rested his head against the steering wheel.

Ricky knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didn't regret any of it when it came to Ruth.

The one thing he hated most was being tied down or having things held over his head and knew he was a hypocrite in this regard, but he genuinely didn't care.

To Ricky, Ruth was simply a means to an end as he believed that using people to climb higher was the path to success.

Ricky didn't know how this interaction would impact their futures, but he was indifferent at that moment as he simply looked ahead, unconcerned with the consequences.

Ricky also felt a pang of guilt for what he was putting Maria through since although he had initially only wanted to sleep with her, he now found himself genuinely falling for her.

Despite the chaos he was causing, his feelings for Maria were becoming real and that also made him feel uncomfortable.

Ricky had a habit of distancing himself from people he genuinely grew close to.

It was something he wanted to change in his life, but the instinct to run away rather than fight for it still gnawed at him.

During these times, the fear of messing up always clouded his mind, overshadowing the potential ways to make things right.

The overall stress of his life and the accompanying chaos had really hit him at that moment as even despite the tools at his disposal, the pressure to do even more gnawed at him from the inside.

'When it's all said and done Ricky, the only thing you can do is to keep going.' Words of a distant past suddenly protruded up in his mind as he visibly flinched.

"Nope, nope, nope, nope." Ricky wasn't even going to delve into those words and immediately took a b-line out of his pity party, putting his foot on the gas and driving off.

Driving all the way home to the Luciano manner, he saw an individual he wasn't expecting to be waiting for him, Alexander.

The gerbil was standing tall as he was mounted on Chester while activating his ability which granted him a mighty set of greek armor from his distant past.

It would be intriguing to discover Alexander's abilities, but Ricky knew he would need to reach a favorability of 25 to uncover such details.

(For those who forgot)

0 Favorability: The user gets nothing and cannot perceive the familiar's powers.

25 Favorability: The user can communicate telepathically with the familiar and see their abilities.

50 Favorability: The user's telepathic reach has no limits, allowing them to connect with the familiar regardless of distance.

75 Favorability: The user can understand the familiar's thoughts and intentions.

100 Favorability: The user can borrow and use the familiar's abilities.

"Ale-" Ricky was about to ask only to see the visible frown on the gerbil's face.

Alexander The Gerbil Favorability: 18 (-1)

*Ahem*

"I mean teach." Ricky noticed that his words had quickly shifted the favorability downward as he swiftly corrected himself as Alexander cast a steely gaze in his direction.

"Ricky, your lowly strength made you come to me with the intention of growing stronger, did you not?" Alexander proclaimed towards Ricky who walked in front of him as he hesitantly nodded.

"Yes?" Ricky said in a questioning tone since he didn't know where this was going.

Alexander The Gerbil Favorability: 18 (+1)

"DO YOU WISH TO MARK YOUR NAME IN THE ANNALS OF HISTORY!" Alexander's voice boomed as Ricky raised an eyebrow, looking at Chester though he was promptly ignored.

"I guess so-" Ricky shrugged, looking at Alexander who raised his little paw that held a little tiny spear.

"DOES THAT FEELING OF BEING POWERLESS MAKE YOUR HEART CLENCH!" Alexander proclaimed, pointing his tiny mini spear at Ricky who frowned at these words.

"Yeah, it does." Ricky seriously spoke as Alexander flashed a small smile.

"THEN WILL YOU FOLLOW IN MY FOOTSTEPS AND BECOME THE GREATEST WARRIOR THAT THIS GENERATION HAS EVER SEEN!" Alexander's words seeped into his heart as even Ricky's joking attitude couldn't escape the vigor of Alexander's mighty presence.

"F*ck yeah!" Ricky fist-pumped, proclaiming as Alexander had inspired his battle spirit.

"THEN I AM YOUR TEACHER!"

Alexander The Gerbil Favorability: 25 (+12)

1 day ago at the freak show,

"Chores." Barko tried to talk to the gentle giant who let out a small sigh at this constant badgering.

"Karl, how many times must I tell you that I am staying here." Chores looked down at Barko who sat down in front of him.

"But what if he-"

"Enough, his words were mostly likely shallow like all the others." Chores stopped Barko as the dog's ears drooped down.

"But is it really better to work for Carl-" Barko wanted to ask only to hear a cowbell ring in the distance.

"Alright freaks, line up for your wages!" Carl announced as everyone in their tents bolted out except for two.

Unlike the other people, the only real freaks or mutants were in fact Chores and Barko who were ironically the only ones who didn't get paid.

Barko's situation was easy to deduce as Carl's main excuse was that, since he had turned into a dog and couldn't revert back, money was of no use to him.

However Chores circumstances were vastly different, the main reason that tied him to the countless verbal and physical abuse suffered under Carl's hand was his mother.

Chores had a mother who was very ill, requiring extensive medications and frequent hospital visits.

Chores needed money but no one wanted to hire a freak like him which is why he had no choice but to join the circus.

At one point, Chores had almost turned to crime, but his mother, a devout Christian woman who believed that God had a plan for everyone, opposed his idea.

This changed when Carl came into the picture and offered Chores a place in the circus, providing living arrangements and sending all of Chores' wages to his mother.

Chores was hesitant, and his mother didn't want her baby to be touted as a freak, but the money was too good to pass up.

So, for the twenty years of life he spent on this earth, seven of those have been spent in the circus, supporting his dear old mom.

"This is so unfair." Barko ducked his head and Chores could only shake his head.

"It's better than the pound." Chores joked and even the sad Barko let out a little chuckle.

"Aye Chores my boy, your mother has sent a letter-JESUS!" Carl couldn't even get into the tent as Chores had bolted out of it.

Chores showed no formalities, snatching the letter out of Carl's hand then opened it, his worry clear on his face until a relieved sigh let out of his brooding figure.

*Ahem*

"Ah, I greatly apologize for my manner Carl-"

"Whatever, I shouldn't have expected much for a brute like you." Carl scoffed, grunting every now and then as he hobbled away.

"What does it say Chores?" Barko walked out of the tent soon afterwards as a huge smile protruded onto his face.

"She said that with the money I sent her from last week's wages, she's going to undergo a procedure that might improve her condition." Chores had a kind smile, pressing the letter to his heart as these letters were the only thing keeping him going.

"That's great Chores, I'm really happy for you." Barko wagged his tail in affirmation since he was happy for him.

"Thanks Karl." Chores then walked back to the tent though Barko suddenly looked towards Carl.

'C'mon Karl, grow some balls and go take what you want!' Barko roared in his mind as he dashed after Carl.

'This is the day, the day you're treated like a human once more and are finally paid a fair wage!' Barko continued to invigorate himself as he ran towards the main tent to speak with Carl.

"Carl I-" Barko went to speak his mind, growing a set of balls and entering the ringmaster tent.

"AND HE ACTUALLY BOUGHT IT!" A loud roar of mockery hit Barko's enhanced hearing as the latter halted his steps.

"Well it wasn't that hard since that old broad writes like a fourth grader!" Another roar of mockery sounded which was Carl's assistant, Raymond.

"Still though, Chores gots a good head on his shoulders. Won't he figure out eventually that his mother already kicked the bucket?" Raymond asked right as Barko peaked his head into the tent to see the interaction between the two.

"That brute's got a blind spot for anything related to his dear old mom, we'll be able to milk those forgeries for at least another couple years before we break the news to him." Carl scoffed until the continuation of his own words caused him to start to snicker.

"Break the news?" Raymond asked with confusion since he thought they were going to simply continue to forge letters.

"You were right about Chores being smart, he'd figure it out if he was given too much time so maybe after three or four years, we'll say she died at that time and make up some excuse about him not working hard enough!" Carl let out a roar of laughter as Raymond joined in, but Barko only became horrified at what he just heard.

"Then what do we do about the last letter you didn't burn yet?" Raymond held up the letter as Carl raised an eyebrow.

"Can you replicate her handwriting without it?" Carl asked, and Raymond nodded in response and Carl then pointed to a candle.

"Then just burn and do away with it, we don't want to risk giving him any more hope that didn't come from us." Carl coldly shrugged and Raymond nodded while walking towards the candle.

Barko's eyes clashed with an immense amount of grief for his only friend, ever since coming to this hell hole, only Chores had ever treated him with kindness.

Ridiculed for his scientific failures as well as mixed with the activation of his X-gene, his new body made him a living target of mockery.

Even Chores could've taken out his own insecurities onto someone of his kind but the gentle giant did the opposite.

When no one lended an ear, Chores did.

When everyone made fun of Barko, Chores stood up for him.

When the ringmaster wanted to keep him in a cage, Chores let him stay in his already cramped tent.

Chores had done so much for Barko, which was why his hind legs sprang forward with renewed energy.

"What the!" Raymond let out as Barko snatched the letter with his mouth right before the paper could touch the candle.

"Y-YOU!" Carlo pointed as Barko made a desperate attempt to flee towards Chores.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Carl saw the aspect of his main attraction fading away with the retreating figure of Barko which he couldn't let happen.

Running to the right, he rushed to the speaker system that usually notified the freaks of various information and places to be and this time, however, he used it for something personal.

"BARKO HAS JUST STOLEN SOMETHING PRECIOUS FROM ME, ANYONE WHO CAPTURES HIM AND RETRIEVES MY ITEM WILL BE GIVEN THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS!

The P.A announcement roared in the camp as the freaks all jumped to their feet along with Chores who widened his eyes.

"Karl what have you done!" Chores immediately burst out of his tent to see Barko maneuvering all around with the letter in his jaws.

"GET HIM!"

"BARKO STOP MOVING!"

"DAMMIT I NEED THAT MONEY!"

The irony of the situation unfolding in the camp was palpable as although Barko was the dog, everyone around him acted like greedy hounds, their drooling expressions fixated on the potential money within his own jaws.

Barko's eyes lit up when he saw Chores, but before he could reach him, Carl jumped in front of his friend.

"Carl what are you do-"

"GET BACK INSIDE CHORES, NOW!" Carl's eyes were bloodshot as the giant flinched, looking back at Barko but closed his eyes.

'I'm sorry.' Chores mouthed to Barko whose heart dropped after seeing his friend being lied to, but couldn't say anything or the letter might fall into their hands.

"CAPTURE HIM, KILL HIM, IT DOESN'T MATTER JUST GET ME THAT DOG!" Carl roared as the mob of freaks surged toward him, their expressions wild and frenzied.

Seeing the assault on all sides, the image of Ricky appeared in his head before he started running towards the tree line.

'If it's him he'll help Chores!' Barko knew that Ricky didn't have the most honorable intentions but this was better than Carl's at the moment.

"DAMMIT!" Carl threw his top hat on the ground after seeing Barko lunge into the tree line.

The out-of-shape thugs fell to their knees in exhaustion, heaving with every breath after their failed attempt to catch him.

Barko, a spry Labrador, dashed through the woods with a renewed vigor since there was no way that these acts, who sat around all day simply to be watched by others, would be able to catch him.

Upon finally reaching the treeline, Barko stopped to catch his breath and reassess his situation.

'He said to ask for Slick in Brooklyn.' Barko repeated this exact sentence in his head over and over again as if he would forget it through the duration of his run.

Present day,

Barko arrived in Brooklyn with the letter nudged between his collar, which was an achievement in itself, considering he didn't have any opposable thumbs and had run all the way here, a distance of around 20 miles.

Looking around, Barko knew he had to ask for help, but he was puzzled about who to ask.

As he walked along the streets, Barko spotted two men with slicked-back hair sitting at a small table in front of a coffee shop as he decided to ask these two for help.

"And then I said 'Honey I'm not that big.'" One of the men said as the other man in front of him started dying in laughter.

"You're killing me Johnny, killing me I tell ya!" The man laughed at Johnny as the man smirked and took a sip of his expresso.

"Excuse me gentlemen, may I have a second of your time?" Barko's tired voice sounded from the side as Johnny scrunched his eyebrows instinctively.

Looking to the side, however, he didn't see anyone at his level until he lowered his gaze to a random dog.

"What the-"

"Do you two gentlemen perhaps know of a man named Slick? I would greatly appreciate it if you would kindly point me in his direction." Barko politely asked as the men looked at him with slack jaws.

Then without skipping a beat, they both looked down at their espresso's before immediately pouring the cups over the railing.

"AYE VINCHENZO, WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU PUT IN THESE ESPRESSO'S!" Johnny yelled while stealing glances at Barko.

"I assure you that I am real-" Barko tried to clarify but these guy's weren't having it.

"What are you on about Johnny-DID YOU POUR MY ESPRESSOS ON THE GROUND!" Vinchenzo screeched in horror at his works of arts not ingested but splattered on the ground, making Johnny stand up and shake his head.

"THAT DOG WAS TALKING TO US, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT US TO DO!" Johnny made gestures with his hands towards the dog but Vinchezno started signing as well.

"IT'S JUST A REGULAR DOG-"

"I am real and I, in fact, can talk." Barko held up his paw as all three of them froze.

"Oh geez, what did I put in those espressos?" Vinchenzo went pale, holding his forehead in distress as Johnny's words made complete sense right now.

*Sigh*

"This is going to take a while."