Tales of an Enchantress – Chapter 44

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I stumbled out of the room and down the stairway the next morning. My memory was a bit of a jumbled mess. The common room had been cleaned up from what I remembered the night before. The people who didn’t have a place to sleep were kicked out on the street, and the maids had done their job cleaning and sweeping. As I stumbled to a table and ordered breakfast, I received a grin or two a few other guests awake this early in the morning.

As to Bryson, he was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t the only one. Perhaps Fanreek had been kicked out in the middle of the night as well. At the very least, I didn’t see his ugly face lying under the table anymore. I sighed as I ate my breakfast in silence. It was at that point that I noticed a young man was looking at me. I lifted my eyes to him and raised an eyebrow.

“What is it?” I asked as politely as I could manage.

“You really are beautiful.” The man spoke with a strange accent which flickered at my memory.

“Oh… thank you…” I added the blush to my cheeks.

It was normal for a girl to feel flattered when she was complimented, right? My beauty was something I had grown so used to, that it was rare I noticed the stares and looks I received unless I went out of my way to observe them. I knew my charm was game-breaking and even without it, or perhaps it was in part because of it, I was also a very beautiful woman with a nearly perfect body. My skin had never been clearer, I hadn’t noticed a single pimple in months! At least, that was something about this world that I could be happy about. Either way, this sort of flattery was also something I came to ignore.

The only reason I noticed his expression was because it was somewhat intense. He was looking at me not quite in the same way is most men. I wasn’t exactly sure what the difference was until he spoke a second later.

“You’re a slave, I’d like to buy you.” The man spoke so casually I had to blink.

Instantly, my hand raised part way to the collar around my neck. My expression darkened slightly as I realized what the look on his face was. It was an appraisal. He was looking at me like you might look at something you were looking to buy. I wasn’t just a pretty girl he was admiring, I was good he was contemplating buying. Despite my enslavement, I had never seen myself as an object in this world. Suddenly, the way this man treated me irritated me.

Now that I got a better a look at him, he looked slightly posh. He certainly didn’t have the sophisticated appearance of many of the noblemen I had met, but he had to have a position a bit better than your typical adventurer. He was a medium sized man with fairly basic features. He might have been handsome, but I didn’t notice such things as much as I used to. What was most important was that he was a man who looked like he had money. More than that, he looked like a man who wasn’t used to being told ‘no’. As far as his race, without using Examine him, I couldn’t tell. Many demons hid their animal parts cleverly and you could never be certain. I made it a habit of not using Examine very often. Most people could tell when they were being Examined, and it was often considered disrespectful. The social situations where Examine was acceptable were few and narrow.

I put on a sweet smile to hide the dark look in my eyes. “Trust me, you couldn’t afford me.”

I immediately stood up and walked away. The man stood there staring at me with his mouth open. Meanwhile, the bartender and a few others near enough to hear chuckled at the scene. They had all seen me the night before, and while I couldn’t say they would look out for me, they felt positive about me and enjoyed seeing the other guy knocked down a peg.

“Your master said he’s going back to camp. He told me to tell you that you’ve earned a day off, and to return to camp by tomorrow night so you can serve at the talks.”

I stopped and turned back. “Is that all?”

The bartender smirked. “He said sometin’ about staying out of trouble, but I’ve got a feeling it wouldn’t matter what I say.”

I gave him an appreciative smile. “What is that supposed to mean? I’m always a low-profile girl.”

Bartender chuckled with a grin, otherwise not reacting to my comment. What’s with that vote of no confidence? I straightened my back and pushed out the door. It was clear that Typhon was up to something. Letting a slave have a free day was something I found difficult to believe. Perhaps, he was just looking to see what I would do. If I fled, then I would no longer be trustworthy. Even if the collar couldn’t control me, it probably had some kind of locator. I’m sure if I fled, I would have to keep running. Thus, I felt like this must be some kind of test. What would the slave Aria make of her freedom?

“H-hey, wait!” The man who had offered to buy me stood up and followed me outside.

My exchange had given the posh man enough time to recover. I had barely made it halfway down the street by the time he caught me and grabbed my arm. I schooled the annoyance I felt. I was beyond slipping up and showing my expressions. Then again, perhaps I’d be better of showing my annoyance. Then again, as a slave, I truly had no rights. Any great amount of disrespect and I could potentially be hurt. As a slave, it made more sense to be respectful. All of those thoughts went through my head in the instant I turned to. In the end, I chose to give him a polite smile.

“Yes, sir?”

The man seemed slightly agitated despite the degree of respect I had already shown him. He straightened his back and nodded.

“That’s better. I’m a representative of the merchant’s guild. I have a great deal of money. Your beauty would serve me well-“

“You’d have to ask my master about that. He’s General Typhon. I warn you though, he has a temper and doesn’t like to see his things played with.” I gave the lie, using General Typhon’s name to free me from this predicament.

“General… a demon?” the man made a disgusted look, showing he was likely a human. “Those demons dare keep human slaves? I think I better just take you with me. No worry, I’ll send this General a recompense for you. You’re lucky I found you-“

Finally becoming irritated as the man pulled on me, my hand reached out a grabbed his balls. He immediately stopped, his eyes widening as my hand grasped softly on his crotch.

“Rock a Bye,” I said in a light whisper.

His eyes rolled up in his head, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground. Few people were truly paying attention this early in the morning, so I quickly walked away. I raised up and looked at my palm in amazement. Was it really that easy? I little fondling and I could activate the skill? Of course, there was only a 70% chance it would work. That meant there was also a 30% chance I would have been left there staring at him with my hand on his balls.

“When I level, perhaps I’ll try to put it in Rock A Bye.”

I still had the theory that I could evolve special skills using points. It’s something I had always left as a random chance, but I was pretty certain it was something I could do. I just needed to gain a level to test it. I had not leveled up is quite a long time. My lifestyle in the army camp had decreased my sexual encounters to practically nothing. Leveling wasn’t really important for me anymore, but could I use my day off to gain a level?

That didn’t necessarily mean I needed to go have a bunch of sex. I could always level the way normal people level. I had the ability to use a sword now. I could go on a quest and hunt some monsters. Isn’t that the way it is supposed to be? My smile grew as I considered it. Before, the adventuring guild had rejected my credentials because I wasn’t a 2^nd classer. Now, I was a second class!

I immediately started asking around for the adventuring guild. Nearly a year in this world, and I’d get to go on my first adventure! The town wasn’t particularly large, so it only took about ten minutes before I stepped inside the adventurer’s guild. I breathed in the atmosphere, the people, and the environment. It was a pleasant place, where men and women of talent offered to put their lives on the line to fulfill the requests of towns and nobles. It smelled of alcohol, sweat, and men. Basically, I felt completely at home.

Browsing through the mission board, I finally found a quest that looked like one I could do. I still had a guild card which I had registered with Min an eternity ago. It wasn’t that I couldn’t become a member of the guild, it was just that I couldn’t take on any quests. I would have had to join a group, and I would have essentially become their bag girl and worked as an apprentice under them. I might have done it, but there was already a negative stigma against female adventurers, and having a girl apprentice under several men was something the guild wouldn’t allow. The chances of a woman being taken advantage of were too high, and regardless of my insistence that I didn’t mind even if they did, eventually, my only option was to fight for my second class.

“Aria?” A voice spoke up, causing me to glance up in surprise.

Speaking of the rarity of female adventurer’s, a group suddenly emerged in front of me. It consisted of one man and three women. All of them were familiar.

“Je-jerard?” I nearly forgot the name, but this was the boy who had boughten a bunch of potions from me back in Magroove nearly three months ago.

“You’re alive?” a busty woman I believe was named Rosetta said, her face twisting in disgust. “Knifefall said you lot were killed in transit.”

Jerard’s eyes flashed and hit his hand. “I knew those bastards were lying!”

“Ah, it’s no big deal!” I held up my hands. “I managed to complete my mission… well… my companion… she…”

I looked away, my face tightening. Despite that dream last night, I couldn’t fight the reality. My Min must have perished. Voyeur should work had Min still been alive.

“That’s the…” Jerard shook his head with a blush. “I apologize. If I had just taken you like I wanted to, you never would have…”

“I-it’s not your fault, Jerard…” The small one named Mia spoke up.

“Don’t beat yourself up, my lord.” Daria nodded.

I raised an eyebrow. “My lord?”

Jerard let out a noise. “Ah! She… she just calls me that. Don’t let Daria confuse you. I’m not a lord. It’s just some things happened since we last met…”

“Yeah… things…” I nodded in agreement, then looked up. “I’m a second classer now! I was looking at taking on a quest!”

“Re-really! Awesome!” Jerard smiled, instantly recovering from the damp mood. “We were just going to take a quest too! This town is way more expensive than we were expecting, especially with the peace talks going on. Where is your group?”

“Eh? No… just me…” I shrugged.

Jerard shook his head. “No… don’t you see at the bottom, you can’t take a quest here without a group of three or more. It’s a requirement in Whitewinter!”

“Seriously!” I gave a cry.

“This is the borderlands of the demon and human realm! The border disputes prevent monsters from being hunted efficiently. Monsters get stronger in this no man’s area. The peace talks are a rare opportunity where adventurers can hunt these beasts without worrying about slavers and such!”

I grimaced, the idea that this area would have more monsters did make a sort of sense. Then again, with the massive armies camped nearby, wouldn’t they clean up all the monster threats? No… not really. This world wasn’t like a video game despite the status. Monsters didn’t aimlessly rush out a fight people. In fact, a massive army like that would terrify any sensible monster, even a high level one. They would likely be hiding in their caves.

“W-would you like to join us?” Jerard suddenly asked.

“Jerard!” Rosetta snarled.

“Ah!” Mia reached out and grabbed the back of his shirt.

“Are you sure?” I asked, eyeing the glares from the other three women.

“The potions you sold us really saved us out of a few jams. In reality, they were actually quite excellent. Once we headed north a bit, I was able to sell one potion for the cost I paid for all of the others together. I always felt a little guilty how much we made out from that transaction. The alchemist even said that you must have been a master given the quality…”

“They tasted funny…” Daria frowned.

“Really, I liked the taste…” Rosetta shrugged, then glared again. “But just because she can make good potions doesn’t mean she can fight!”

“Ah? But can’t we give her a chance?” the way he glanced at the three women, he seemed to instantly influence them with a single look.

Maybe his charm was as dangerous as mine? I still couldn’t see what made these women simper and heel around him. He was a rather ordinary guy and didn’t impress me much at all. He was a pretty boy, but I had met many pretty boys.

“Alright…” I smiled lightly, keeping my thoughts to myself. “Show me an adventure.”

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Kama-sutra Chapter 4

November 11, 2018 YesorNoLeave a comment

Sex had apparently really tired Lin out. After she finished answering my questions on the esoterics of cultivation, she just curled up and nodded off, leaving me to figure out the mess I was in all on my lonesome.

Picking her discarded clothes off the ground, I threw the diaphanous garment over her. I had no idea whether cultivators caught colds… but, better safe than sorry. Although, I had little confidence in the heat-retention capabilities of that flimsy shift. Not that I had any clothes on my back to practice my chauvinism with.

Shrugging, I sat down cross-legged beside the sleeping beauty and closed my eyes. It was time to crack the cultivation code. My first step on the path to world domination. Whoo! Let’s do this, baby!

I reached for calm…

…

…serenity, zen, inner peace… anything?

…

My eyes flew open. Damn! This ain’t working. My fucking dick’s cold. The way I was sitting meant that my thing hung down and touched the cold stone of the bed. Quite distracting if you were trying to meditate. The demerits of being a well-hung gentleman, I suppose. Worthily was this body one that belonged to someone with exceptional yang essence.

Scooting closer to Lin, I appropriated her makeshift blanket and turned it into an impromptu yoga mat. She furrowed her brow in her sleep at the sudden loss of warmth. Well, it was at least partly her fault that I was in this mess… She was a big girl, she could deal with some chill.

Clearing my mind of all extraneous thought as I had often done in my previous life as a yogic guru, I sank into the familiar void of a meditative trance. Within the darkness, I searched for something, anything out of place. Anything that hadn’t been there before. It didn’t take me very long to find it.

Close your eyes in a well-lighted room and you’ll notice that your vision doesn’t go totally dark. There’s a tinge of blue to the darkness; the light filtering in through your eyelids. Ever covered a glowing flashlight with your palm in a totally dark room? Your hand shines red, doesn’t it? That’s how it was for me. At first, I was in this blue-black world; then suddenly, it was all red and somehow, I knew that I was looking into myself. And that I was doing it better than any of those sophisticated x-ray machines ever could.

Every muscle, every organ and each bone was as clear as day under my new field of view. But as interesting (and gross) as all this was, the things that captured my attention were two softly glowing spheres of light. One floated just below my heart while the other, smaller sphere floated within my brain.

From what Lin had said, those glowing orbs were my Spirits, though she had mentioned that everyone had just one; below their hearts. In my case, it wasn’t very difficult to guess the source of the orb in my brain. The longer I spent in this world, the harder it was getting to convince myself that I was just having an extremely lucid dream. Let me tell you, waking up tied to a scaffold, scheduled for death by snu-snu wasn’t as lucrative as popular culture would have you believe.

I had very little time then for disbelief and incredulity at my situation, busy as I was with just taking the optimum actions for survival. Transmigration? Sure. Cultivation? Oh, why not? But, now that the dust had settled a bit and death wasn’t just an ejaculation away, I had time for a nervous breakdown. One triggered by the realization that I had fucking metaphysical lightbulbs within my body – one of which I was sure was my soul from back on Earth and the other that of a deceased farm boy.

Hugging myself, I took deep, steady breaths until the urge to hyperventilate passed.

I threw the doubts and worries to the back of my mind. Right now, they would do me little good. Rather than obsess over questions with no answers, I’d benefit more from getting this cultivation business down pat.

I chanted the syllable ‘om’, letting the sound rise up from my navel, drawing it out. The vibrations of my own voice soothed the turbulence in my mind, letting me sink back into my meditative trance where I saw my Spirits again.

The one in my brain seemed active, the brilliance fluctuating with my thoughts while the one below my heart seemed stagnant, glowing with a uniform brightness. Yet, I could clearly feel a connection between them. I had a feeling that I could control the lower one with the one in my head. I decided to call it my Soul while the ball of light below my heart would be my Spirit.

A wisp of golden light flashed within the scope of my inner vision and I turned my attention to it. It exuded the exact same feeling as the warm current of energy that had revitalized me every time I’d made Lin climax. From her explanation, I knew it to be the mystical energy known as Qi.

To be more precise, Yang Qi.

Essence, Qi and Spirit. These were the bases of Cultivation. A Cultivator absorbed the Essence of Nature, converted it into Qi and used the Qi to expand their Spirit. If the Essence came from inanimate objects, then the Cultivator was said to follow the Righteous Path. If the Essence came from living beings, such as animals and humans, then the Path of the Cultivator was Demonic.

Yin and Yang Essences were the cores of the femininity and masculinity present within a woman or a man. The Path of Dual Cultivation involved stripping the Yang Essence of a man and using it to generate Yin Qi within the body of the Cultivator. As for me? When I had intercourse with Lin, I’d inadvertently absorbed some of her Yin Qi and upon entering my body, it had turned into Yang Qi. That was the specialty of Dual Cultivation, the duality and interconvertibility of Yin and Yang.

As a Cultivator, she hadn’t lost her Yin Essence, otherwise, she’d have died. Her Cultivation base had been used to compensate instead. But, if I’d continued exploiting her, there would be a point when her Cultivation would have been drained completely and it’d be her Essence and life that flowed into me.

Demonic Cultivation was extremely dangerous. Since the Essence they absorbed came from other humans, they couldn’t help but be affected by the influx of Qi. In the case of the members of the Yin Demon Sect, it meant that once they began intercourse, they would completely drown in their lust until their partner, or they themselves died. That was why, they had to be careful to choose partners, rather victims, with a Cultivation base much lower than theirs.

Under the influence of their abundant Yin, the men would grow aroused despite the threat to their life, ending up discharging their Essence within the Demonesses. Although I had been affected by her Yin Aura to an extent – the reason why I had come up with the ridiculous plan of fucking my way to freedom – my soul had protected me from the worst of it.

I believed that it was also the only reason that I hadn’t been sucked dry of my Essence by Lin and had managed to turn the tables on her instead.

Now, I was faced with several difficulties.

When Lin woke up and shrugged off the lust-fuelled haze she was in, would she be as amenable after learning that part of her Cultivation base was missing?

What was I supposed to do about the Sect full of super-powered rapists waiting outside the door of this cosy little dungeon?

And last, but not the least, what was I supposed to do with this errant strand of Yang Qi flowing within me? According to Lin, the first strand of Qi absorbed decided the attribute of one’s Spirit. The change was permanent and irreversible – as far as she knew, anyway. So, if I were to absorb this Yang Qi, I’d develop a Yang Spirit – turning into a male Demon Cultivator in the process. If I were to pull out an appropriate analogy from Earth supernaturalism for my situation, I’d say that I would be the only Incubus in a coven of Succubi.

And honestly, I had no clue whether that bumped up my survivability ratings, or sent them dipping into the negatives.

I shrugged, I had nothing to lose, anyway… worst case, I died again. Maybe this time, I’d draw a better hand.

Focusing upon my Soul, I tried to use it to relay a command to my Spirit to absorb the golden strand of Qi. It was surprisingly easy. My soul fluctuated, my Spirit brightened, then the Qi that had been roaming my body sped back to my heart like a hunting dog that had heard the whistle of its master and invested itself into the glowing orb.

My Spirit took on a slight golden tinge and expanded.

It began radiating soft golden rays that seemed to warm every corner of my body, dyeing my inner vision a reddish-gold. I felt my body becoming fundamentally different in some inexplicable way.

I felt stronger, my senses had sharpened, and most importantly, I felt… virile… like every one of my sperms had been supercharged. I felt that if I ever lay with a woman, she’d end up pregnant – that is, if she survived my attentions.

I opened my eyes to find my body glowing a with a mild golden brilliance and Lin prowling up to me on all fours with her nostrils flaring and eyes hazed with lust. Just before she pounced upon me, a thought ran through my mind:

That plan to conquer the Sect with sex just became a lot more feasible.

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Chapter 85

The Power of Creation – Chapter 272

November 7, 2018 WhizzerLeave a comment

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“Wh-what are you going to do?” Wendy demands.

Your smile continues to grow until you suddenly disappear. A moment later, a light rumbling starts to occur. Rather than being from the bombs and magical explosions occurring between the last free dark elves and the slavers, this rumbling appears to be coming from under the ground. The rumbling grows louder and louder, and soon no one can ignore it as the ground shakes.

“I have a bad feeling about this!” The boss of the human slavers shouts, “Turn the ships around, let’s get out of here!”

No sooner does he scream out the command as the rumbling stops. The men all walk around at each other in confusion. The dark elf women are tied up before them in various roles. At the moment, they have about 200 women in chains on their knees. The dark elves are all dark-skinned attractive women with pointy ears. The hair ranges from white to black. Their eyes are anywhere from black to red. Their boobs can be any size, as well as their height.

A relieved laughter shoots over the men as nothing happens. The rumbling must have just been a tremor from some distance thing unrelated to them.

“Come on, let’s get them on board the airships.” The boss gives the orders again.

The rest of the men nod, moving to pick up the women. A few give hateful glares, but more simply hold despair and confusion on their face. They seem unable to wrap their minds around simple men being able to overpower them. Weren’t women the greater sex? This seems completely contrary to what the Great Matriarch has been telling them. Women were just as strong as men, and didn’t lack in anything. So… how were these women so easily overpowered? If their weak pathetic husbands could fight off the slavers again and again, shouldn’t this be a piece of cake for them?

“Huh? What’s that?” A man asks, focusing on the ground.

Poking up from the ground is a little pink mound. He looked even closer. It seemed to be flesh colored. No, it looked like it was made of actual flesh. This was simply too weird.

“D-doesn’t that look like a peni-“

Boom!

The mound suddenly explodes, a massive pink fleshy trunk emerging from the ground. It isn’t the only one. Dozens of similar mounds sprout up everywhere. Immediately, the men retreat, abandoning the dark elves. They form up at the bosses order, pulling out their swords as more and more meat sticks shout out of the ground.

Rather than being completely hard, these trunks show to be a perfect mixture of fluidity and rigidity. They are quite hard on the tip, but as soon as they emerge from the ground, the turn, facing down at the flummoxed men like a snake. Dozens upon dozens of fleshy pink ground snakes have filled the entire area around the captured dark elves. Most of them are too confused to react, still in chains and unable to move even if they want to.

“Men! When they attack, chop these fuckers down!” The boss orders.

The so-called fuckers started to look around. The head of their cock and the urethra hole serving like an eye as the ground tentacles penises look around. The men can’t help but shutter as each penis gazes over them.

“Prepare yourselves!” the boss shouts.

Just then, the cocks start flexing, as if they’re vipers reeling back to strike. Then men immediately lift their swords, ready to sever these dick tentacles at the root. The cocks attack.

“Aiiiiiiii!”

“Nyaaaaaa!”

“Mmmmmm!’

Rather than the humans, the tentacles shoot down, each one selecting a woman and striking her.

“It’s so warm!” A dark elf cries as the penis slides down her exposed cleavage and enters her clothing.

“D-don’t go there!” Another girl cries as the penis pushes its way down the crack of her butt, sliding into her pants.

Everywhere throughout the forest, darkelf women are being snatched and grabbed by tentacle penis. Even Wendy and her pack are no exception. Five penis strike down on the women. Even without their chains, the wicked speedy attacks quickly cause them to be wrapped in manmeat. Even those darkelves that had successfully escaped are dragged back and then put in front of the confused and lost human slavers.

The writhing mass of fleshy penis wrapping around dark-skinned beauties is too much for the humans to take. They are too frightened of that mass of tentacles to even attempt to attack. The only thing they can do is look on helplessly while everyone becomes completely bound in penis.

Bound would be the correct word as well. The dicks wrap around their wrists, ankles, and bodices. Some squeeze tightly around the darkelf boobs when the women have boobs big enough to do so, eliciting strangely erotic noises from the girls. One of the women tries to bite at her penis. It slaps the woman across the cheek, as if the penis is disciplining her. Her eyes widen, not able to figure out what to do next.

“Damn it!” Wendy cries, being pulled up into the sky by three penis tentacles. “You filthy man! This isn’t what I had in mind.”

Soon, she’s up on display in front of the entirety of the dark elf tribe.

“Dark elf women…” A voice suddenly breaks across the tribe. “Behold your Matriarch! She is working hard to save all of you! If you wish to survive, you should act as she does! Follow the Matriarchy like the sheep you are!”

“Bastar-bluuuugh…” Wendy’s eyes pop open as a tentacle cock head shoves into her mouth.

“Wendy, this daddy here orders you to put on a good show for your girls!” You declare.

“!?” Wendy, facing an absolute command, suddenly gains a lewd look on her face.

In an instant, she begins sucking the tentacle cock like a pro. The two other tentacles attack her remaining holes. Soon, the Matriarch is making sexy noises while being held in the air by three tentacles. She’s enthusiastically sucking on one tentacle while another two violate her pussy and ass. Already, she’s gotten really into it, the pleasure of having all three holes violated destroying her sensibilities in an instant.

The dark elf women all stare up at their Matriarch in confusion. Wrapped in cock, she’s being pleasured by three giant tentacles. How does this fit into their feminist views? In the end, the answer is that it didn’t matter. This is what the Matriarch told them to do, and naturally, every feminists knows they need to follow the pack. Power in numbers! Even the slightest deviation in belief or free thought could get a girl ostracized. You either believe everything the feminists tell you without question, or you are an anti-feminist man lover!

As the resistance in the two hundred dark elves leaves, the penises suddenly flex. Wrapped under the women’s outfits as they are, there is a loud boom as clothing rips off the women. In the span of a few seconds, there are several hundred naked elves wrapped in penis. Many of the girls are blushing, but watching their Matriarch enjoy the penis so much, they can’t help but submit. The Matriarchy is never wrong. Some are scared, some are excited, and some are confused, but two hundred naked dark elves start to spread their legs.

“Time for phase two.” You grin.

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Bonded Goddess – Chapter 9

November 7, 2018 RukiLeave a comment

In my childhood, I used to be lazy… Hell, I could even put Nobita-kun to shame.

Instead of collecting beetles or visiting to sea with my friends during the summer holiday… I preferred to stay home, doing nothing and watching anime.

My laziness gave my parents a headache… especially my late father. Well, my mother didn’t really mind it as I’m sure she preferred me to stay home with her.

This continued until I entered middle high. It wasn’t a cat-robot from the future that fixed my laziness; rather, my old man lost his patience and finally took charge. He kindly advised me to get off my ass through the use of various “slaps of love”. This got him a slap of love from my mother… wonderful family, right?

While rubbing his cheeks, he told me to get a job! He wouldn’t tolerate lazy bums in his house, then he forced me to work at my uncle’s ramen restaurant as a part-timer. The young me was opposed to the idea, because “Someone who has to work has already lost! Only losers work! I am the great Kyo-sama who won’t work!”. You could thank my chuuni side for that…

This made my parents speechless; I still remembered their face that time. The 13-year-old me knew I was fucked up as this made me earn another slap of love from him and even mom joined him this time. Then he told me to work hard if I wanted an allowance. If I didn’t, I definitely would work for free… Thus, I started learning how to hard work… to gain my allowance.

So, what is the definition of working hard? I don’t know… maybe Mr. Google can help you?

Anyway, as I started learning how hard it was to earn money, I finally understood that life didn’t work like how I thought.

One day, my father told me a certain quotes to motivate the lazy me.

Success is no accident. It takes hard work, perseverance, learning, studying, sacrifice and most of all, the greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.

I didn’t really know where that came from but it really resonated with me, like something imprinting inside me and changing me… I guess talking no jutsu can work in real life too. I believed those quotes so much even though I was sure he ripped those quotes off from somewhere.

Since then, I started getting serious about working hard. I had the integrity and ability to work. I kept telling myself that I could achieve anything if I worked hard enough! Without hard work, I gained nothing. So, I always worked like I didn’t need money. Well, money was important though. I had money. There was quite a large savings. That savings was enough to make it so I didn’t need to work for a decade as long as I wasn’t being wasteful. However, the money wasn’t infinite and wouldn’t last forever.

So, I needed more. I had to work to earn my keep. To work meant I had to find a job.
Yes, finding a job was very important. Especially now that I had someone who was willing to spend eternity with me.

I could take my time to find one, but I desperately searched like a madman… I guess I am a workaholic, huh?

It’s your fault for making me this way, old-man!

——-

Two weeks passed since I sent a ton of resumes to several local companies and I finally got a response two days ago.

The interview day came quickly.

Seriously, finding a decent job was hard, especially with a criminal record. I’d been out every day, beating the bushes, checking every Internet job search site I could locate and I even went to the classified ads in the newspaper. It was near the end of the day and I was tired and frustrated. The last guy I’d called had left it with “… don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

But I never really got a proper response until yesterday. I wondered why? Was it really just my criminal record? Tsk!

Anyway, since today was my job interview, I had to prepared myself and even cut my hair to make my looks proper and clean. When I saw myself on the mirror, I saw a confident handsome man in my late twenties! Yup, this looked like me during my golden age! I was back to what I used to be! That was good sign! I even had to get my suit dry and cleaned. It smelled a bit. Well, that was because the other day Evelyn saw me in it and well… She asked me for “exercise”, so… Let’s just say thanks to a little “exercise”, it smelled like sex, cough… I mean it smelled funny. The dry cleaners gave a disapproving stare as they returned the suit. That was mortifying, but I made sure to keep it clean for this day. And keep Evelyn from asking for more “exercise”.

Evelyn cooked me a delicious breakfast and before I left, she gave me a kiss of encouragement. I was in heaven. Of course, I went to the company for my first interview with a burning spirit.
Also, while it was unexpected, Evelyn kept my house clean. She cooked for me and did my laundry. One could call her a goddess in all respects. I definitely wouldn’t let her down. She basically acted like my housewife, so it was imperative that I provide for her.

This company paid a little less than what I had been making in my first job, but it was far more than that construction job. That wasn’t unexpected. It had a lot of travel requirements, even more than I had from my first job. Right now, that was actually a benefit as far as I was concerned. I could take Evelyn during travel as I wanted to show her my world. So, it was not really a problem.

I entered the building with great confidence; I wasn’t the kind of guy who got nervous easily. The location was very clean and the receptionist was friendly. I also didn’t see any other applicants sitting in the lobby, so I was getting more excited that this would go well.

!!!

This was when I felt something tingling at the back of my neck. It came from my experience back in the army. It was akin to feeling killing intent. It was like someone was looking at me while filled with malice and hatred. This instinctually caused me to look back behind me. That was when I saw him. It was a man in a suit. He immediately turned away and ducked into a side room. I had only seen him for a second, but I had a sense of familiarity or rather he looked very familiar… Where had I met that man before? Hmmmmm…..

“Mr. Ogawa, we’re ready to take you right now,” a woman spoke up.

I didn’t have time to think about the strange scene, so I turned away and stood up, putting my best face on as I nodded to the woman.

I followed her as she lead me to a small conference room. There was a tidy guy sitting there, he had dark eyes and short black hair. He was much younger than I was; however, given how my own appearance had changed recently, the difference between our ages wasn’t as obvious as it might have once been. I saw his name and his position on the name tag. Tanaka Akifumi, Manager.

“Mr. Ogawa, please sit down,” Tanaka suggested without standing to meet me.

Already nervous, I didn’t mind it as I sat down and tried to exude as much confidence as I could.

“So, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” He offered, un-smilingly.

“Yes, well, I used to work for the FK Group.”

“You haven’t been working there for the last 2 years, yes? Instead, I see you’ve been working in construction.” The man eyed some papers on his desk.

“Yes, I’ve been working on construction since… well, my relationship with my wife ended, and I needed a few years to find myself. However, I’m ready to return and-”

“Find yourself? That’s very interesting, Mr. Ogawa,” Tanaka cut me off. “But didn’t you end up going to jail for that?”

I frowned, a little unhappy especially how he put it. I had expected I’d need to answer for that eventually. I had just hoped I could push forward my own strengths a bit before he brought it up.

“Yes… well, I caught my wife in bed with another man. It was a messy situation. However, I’m confident now that I-”

“How did it feel?”

“Uh… what? I’m sorry?”

“How did it feel when you caught your wife on top of some strange man?” Tanaka’s question was spoken so matter of factly that my mouth simply fell open in surprise.

“Naturally, I was angry. However, I served my time.” I calmly spoke while I suppressed my irritation toward this rude man.

“Do you really think if you couldn’t control your anger then, that we can expect you to control your anger in our workplace?”

“I’m sorry, but that was in the past, and an extremely emotional event. I’m sure you understand, had you caught your own wife-”

Tanaka let out a laugh. “Of course, I’d never be stupid enough to not know my wife was cheating on me for years before hand.”

“I-” I shook my head, anger rising inside me.

What was this guy’s aim? Is he trying to piss me off? Is this a test to see if I could keep my anger? If this was, it was a cruel one. I knew I had anger issues that made me blame anyone who made me angry but it already started to mellow thanks to my previous Evelyn’s presence. So, I swallowed my anger the best I could. This was my chance at a job, i couldn’t just give up. Wait… I just thought of something wrong with what he said.

That skank cheating on me for years? Yeah, I knew that. That was old news, but…

“How do you know my wife cheated on me for years?” I asked darkly.

Is that information on my resumes? Hell no! It’ll be bad for my job prospects!

“Hah… isn’t that always how it goes?” The man looks away, but I saw a flash of something in his eyes that told me he was lying. “Either way, I ask the questions in this interview. Are you still in love with your ex-wife? Are you here because you found some other woman to abuse? So, now you feel like you deserve to make mo- ahhhh!”

I immediately stood up and grabbed the man, pulling him towards me and slamming him down on the table. Ahhh, I fucked up… but I felt better as I vented my anger.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I viciously asked him.

“You-! Se-seee! You’re just some angry criminal. What company would ever hire you? The fact you even had the gall to apply to this position when you ex is married to the CEO of a major company?”

“I’m asking what the fuck my ex-bitch and her husband have to do with any of this?” I shouted.

“Fuck yo-” I slugged his face, giving him a bloody lip as he gawked at me in surprise.

“I’ve already been to prison. You said so yourself. I am an angry criminal! Do you want to die?” I threatened him as I spoke in a low voice.

“You— s-securi-” I slugged him in the face again.

“TALK!”

“Ah! Okay… okay… you… bastard… you don’t even know this company is a subsidiary of Furukawa Kenji?”

“Furukawa?” the name came crashing home. “That man…”

The man sneered at me, his teeth bloody. Furukawa Kenji… that was a name I never wanted to hear again. It was a name I only became familiar with because it was the name of the man I assaulted, the new CEO of FK Group two years ago. It was the name of the man who put me in jail. It was this bastard who had fucked my ex-wife, took everything from me and ruined my life. I had only seen him once or twice before. And at that time, I had messed his face quite badly, so I didn’t recognize him by sight, but now I realized it was the same man who had hidden when I glanced at him outside.

“You get it? You never fucking had a chance at this job!” Tanaka, the man who interviewed me was likely one of Furukawa’s yesmen, and he had been put up to insulting me in this interview, because at his heart, Furukawa was a coward who didn’t fight for himself.

“Fuck you!” I cursed. “I don’t need your fucking job. I’ll just get another-”

“You don’t fucking get it!” He spat. “You beat up the wrong fucking guy. Furukawa Kenji may be a fresh upstart CEO, but he has influences everywhere! You’ve been blacklisted. There isn’t a single company in Japan that’d dare hire you!”

WHAT THE FUCK!? That man actually had that big of an influence?

“Fuck!” I cursed, tossing the man off the table.

That’s why I was having so much trouble? It wasn’t just that I had a criminal record, but Furukawa had fucked me over throughout the entire business industry. I ignored the laughing man behind me and shoved my way out the door. I was actually planning on tracking down that asshole and beating the shit out of him again, but a part of me stopped it…as much I want to beat him to pulp, I had Evelyn waiting for me at home.

As soon as the door opened, I found it surrounded by six security guards.

“Mr. Ogawa, we’re here to escort you out of the building.” The head security guard declared, holding something in his hand that looked like a taser. “Mr. Tanaka, are you alright?”

“He fell and hurt his face.” I declared, shooting back a glare.

The glare was directed only at Tanaka who was hidden behind me. He was standing there with a bloody face. It looked like he was about to start some trouble, perhaps trying to get me arrested for assault. However, I watched him with killing intent, like a predator eyeing his prey. For a man who used to be in the army, I could exude a killing intent that most normal people couldn’t tolerate. His entire body shivered as he suddenly felt the sensation of a knife pressed to the edge of his throat. He rubbed his neck nervously. Even sucking up to his boss wasn’t worth his life.

“Uh… yes, I fell. Just escort him out of this building.” Tanaka, looked away unable to meet anyone’s eyes.

The security looked confused. Clearly, they had all been planning to set me up and send me away in cuffs. However, Tanaka couldn’t describe the feeling of certain death that shot through him from my look. Since he didn’t admit I hit him, there was nothing illegal I had technically done. The security guards were helpless as they brought me to the lobby and let me go. As I walked out of the lobby unharmed, I felt those same hateful eyes. Furukawa himself was likely looking at me, hidden behind a corner, like the scared little coward he was.

I didn’t look back, walking out of the enemy base with my back held high and my knuckles covered in blood. The whole interview had been a long set up by that wimp Furukawa. Even though Furukawa had caught me in his trap, I walked out of it feeling like a winner.

However, there was one thing I knew for certain. I wasn’t going to be able to get a job in my old field of engineering. For someone with a master’s degree, the degree had essentially become useless. Twenty years ago, I worked my ass to get that degree back in college to find a dream job. I wanted to work for a large company that had a big government contract to develop devices that would help wounded soldiers become completely mobile despite spinal cord and other serious injuries. Then I finally hired by one of the big company. But that bitch and her husband ruined it for me… Fuck them!

Guess my degree can’t be used anymore?

However, I really needed a job, a decent job with good payment. Should I return to that old fat bastard? The answer was no. That old fart was a demanding, arrogant bastard. He wouldn’t hire me back anyway after how I quit. Also, I was looking for a long-term job, not a laborer on a construction site.

Now, what should I do? I’d always thought that I had pretty good luck. But that’s not the case, I guess. I stopped believing in luck since that day.

I still don’t have a job, I really felt ashamed… Especially, I didn’t know how to face Evelyn. Evelyn maybe would just shrug it off and smile saying “Tough luck” then start comforting me by putting my head in her soft huge boobs. She had been doing that when I felt down or depressed. While it was very comfortable, I couldn’t let myself dwell on it. It would make me spoiled.

I sat in the car, about ready to head home while thinking about my next plan to find a job while knowing every opportunity to find one was very hard or I should say impossible.
While thinking that, I browsed my phone contact before starting the engine. Maybe some old-friends could help me but most of them drop me after the divorce. At least, I still have few true friends that still remained loyal to me.

I kept browsing until I stopped at on certain number.

“………” I just keep looking at that specific number with a hard look.

[Grace: xxx-xxx-xxxx]

I know her number is still working.

Shall I call her? She’s the only person I can ask on this matter. Who the hell was Grace? She was my colleague back in military and my so called ex-girlfriend for two years. Grace was a Korean-Japanese woman. You could say she was very beautiful if we didn’t compare her with Evelyn. While she was very strict and disciplined, she was very gentle and kind.

Why contact her? Ahhh, I did mention I had military experience, right? I could get a job easily through her. She had contacts and connection with foreign armies. You could say, she did dirty jobs. She trusted me enough to tell me about this as we had a history together. Of course, I would take her secrets until I died… Well, it was not like I could die now… I would keep her secrets for eternity.

She could give me a job with a big payment and to be honest, I didn’t really care about if the job was dirty. Especially now, after what just happened.

During my high-school years, I’d go out looking for trouble and I did a lot of things that broke the law during those days which resulted in a lot of bad memories. I was a stupid teenager back then which caused my late father headache. After I graduated from high school, my father used his influence to enlist me in the military to make me a better person.

At first, I hated it as why would I need to do this but as I spent my time in the military, I grew to like it and start reflecting on my stupidity. Of course, I worked hard since I would die in battlefield if I slacked off. How do you think I could survive a war if I sucked? Luck saved my ass? Well, take that luck and shove it in you hairy ass and thanks me for my hard work. Later I enlisted to a certain special squad and there I met Grace. We spent time together until we had a relationship. Of course, that included sexual relations before we start dating.

We fought together in a few campaigns in Africa, Eastern Asia and Central Europe.

Did I kill people? The answer is yes and no… Yes, I kill, a lot of soldiers, but no, I never killed civilians. Even if I did, I won’t regret it… I think we’re getting kind of off topic… don’t look at me like that.

Okay, I was in this dilemma, should I call her? But what I can say? I never talked to her since my wedding. After retired from army and went to college, we remained in a relationship during that time, but finally decided to break up because we didn’t have the time to meet up anymore, especially since she traveled to other countries for missions.

The break-up was painful but we separated on good term but we know lost something important.
Over the next several months, we tried to avoid running into each other even the chance are very low then I meet that Yuriko, the Bitch. I started dating her as my relationship with Grace grew more distant. When I married, I did invited Grace to my wedding, but she’s didn’t come. Guess she did not really want to see me. But I kept her number. It never changed anyway. She once told me those digits were lucky. So I added her phone number to my phone, even I never really planned to call her. I also put it in my address books in case, I lost my phone.

It has been 21 years since I talked to her… Guess, I decided to make a phone call after all.
After few rings… she picked up.

“Hello.”

“Hello. It’s been awhile, Grace, it’s me.”

“……..”

Silence, but I knew she’d speak soon.

“After 21 years, here you called me… What do you want from me, Kyou?”

“Nothing… I just want to speak to an old friend.”

“Old friend?”

“Yes, it’s been quite a long time since we talked, I just want to speak to you.“

“Cut the crap, Kyou. You must be need “something” to have called me.” She spoke with a snarl.
Her voice didn’t really change but her words sounded very cold and sharp. I couldn’t help it, dammit! I didn’t know what to say… it had been 21 years since we talked.

“No… I..” I stuttered.

“I said cut the crap….”

“Erm… it’s kinda hard… to tell you… but…”.

“But what?”

“I need a job.”

“……..”

Silence again. I didn’t know what reaction she wore right now, but she seemed quite surprised. After a while, she spoke again.

“Job? If you called me… you know what kind of job you will get, right? ”

“Yes, I know but I already don’t care if it’s dirty… ”

“What happened to your job? If I remember correctly, after you graduated from college, you were hired by the FK Group, and started working on their Engineering Division…”

“Yes, but I was fired two years ago…”

“….what?”

“I caught Yuriko cheating on me, and her lover happened to be the new CEO, Furukawa Kenji…”

“………”

Again with silence, geez… then she screamed loudly, almost breaking my eardrum.

“YOU BASTARD! Didn’t I tell you to stay away from that woman! I told you, she was a parasite! This wouldn’t have happened to you if you did not retire from the army!” Grace furiously scolded me.

Yes, Grace had met Yuriko once. She immediately told me to break up with Yuriko after a single glance, telling me Yuriko was a parasite. Back then, I didn’t know why she hated Yuriko so much to the point calling her “parasite” but I could understand now…

“I’m sorry for disappointing you, Grace.”

Grace gave a sigh, ”So, you must be very desperate to call me.”

“Not really… Ah, I mean, yes, I’m really desperate here… I need a job.”

Yes, I really needed a job especially after that shitty farce…

Silence again but this time, I was sure she was thinking about my offer.

“……Please?” I said in most pleaful voice.

“Hah, a week from now. Meet me in Luben Club. You know where it is, right?”

The Luben Club? That recent nightclub that was just opened a few days ago? Well, It didn’t matter. I’d find it.

“Ah, yes, I know but next week? Can’t we meet right now?”

“We can’t. Currently, I’m spending my vacation in France with my daughter.”

For some reason, I felt hurt when she mentioned she had a daughter. Of course, she’d have a daughter. It has been 21 years. It was not weird for her to marry someone… then I remembered Evelyn’s smiling face which snapped me back to reality.

“Oh, ok… I’m sorry for bothering you and your daughter…”

“….It’s okay… I’m also sorry for yelling.”

“Nah, It’s my fault for being unreasonable and asking favors out of nowhere. Sorry.”

“Kyou…” she whispered.

“Yes, what is it, Grace?”

“I’m so sorry. And it’s been awhile,” she murmured. “I should have made an effort to be in your life.”

“Yeah, I’m just as responsible, I’m sorry for everything. And yes, it’s been while,” I replied.

“”……”” Both of us fell silent as there was nothing else to say.

“Well, okay…I guess that’s all for now, let’s meet up next week,” I told her.

“Yes, I’ll call you back when I return to japan,” she added.

“Goodbye,” I whispered.

“Yes, goodbye,” she responded in a soft voice as she disconnected the call.

Hah… Grace had a daughter, huh… I wondered what kind of beauty she was. She must be beautiful like her mother. But who was the lucky guy? Well, I could ask her when we met.

A few minutes after Grace hung up; I pulled out of the parking lot, and began driving my way back home. On the way home, I still didn’t know how to explain this to Evelyn. Let’s explain this later after dinner.

And with that thought… I reached my home.

As I entered the house, Evelyn was there wearing an apron and welcoming me with her lovely smile. This instantly made my stress go away.

“Welcome back, how was it?” she asked.

“Long and tiring. And…I failed…” I wryly said that.

“Ohhh…,” She put apologetic face when she heard that.

She pulled me onto her arm, wrapping them around me and embracing me. I returned the favor.

“It’s okay,” she said. “You have been doing this for two weeks now. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

“You deserve it. You’re a very special person.” I kissed her cheek before moving to kiss her lips. She kissed me back, with our mouths pressed tightly together and our tongues being used in the same way.She abruptly broke the passionate kiss and said, “I was preparing dinner”

“What’s for dinner?” I asked as I saddled up behind her and reached both arms around her waist.

I kissed her on her neck and snuggled up to her affectionately.

“Mnn…Fried chicken, burger and Salad. I just have to finish cutting up these vegetables.” She said as she held her naughty voice.

I released her, “All right, I’m gonna change. You can keep going.”

“Okay.” She return to the kitchen while I went to my room, changing out of my suit.

I took off my underwear as well. Then I put on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I could feel more comfortable this way.I headed to the kitchen as I couldn’t wait to eat her cooking anymore with the smell of her delicious meal permeating the house.

“Ah, there you are. Here.”

Evelyn looked up at me as she put a plate on the table. She cooked quite a lot but I could eat it all. She sat in front of me. I stared down at fried chicken, burger and salad and then started eating it slowly.

Evelyn took a bite of the burger and swallowed, then looked at me slow movements with her ruby eyes.

“…. Not good?”

“Yes, sorry.”

“I meant the food…” She pouted.

“Ah, It’s great… very delicious, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Evelyn assured me as she chewed another bite.

I rolled my eyes, “I still failed you though…”

“Kyou, you don’t need to beat yourself over failing once.”

“I know… still, I’m sorry,” I sighed. “It feels like a worthless apology… I’m showing you my pathetic side…”

She put down her burger and sighed as she looked me in the eye. “You’re not pathetic, Kyou… I know we just met and have barely spent three weeks together and I still could barely be considered as an acquaintance, but I know you are great man and I love you.”

I felt embarrassed when she told me that.

“Beside, you have more than enough money, right? I think you should stop looking for a job.”

“No,” I immediately rejected that.

“Why?” She ask while glaring me, wait…Is she mad? Why would she be angry?

“So, I can show you my worth! Not by using the money I have.”

Sure, I have money. My savings is more than enough to keep both of us alive for 10 years at most if were careful. But it didn’t mean I didn’t need work. Like I said, the money eventually would be used up and gone. So, I needed to work. I know it’s just me, but I’m so desperate looking for job I even went as far as asking Grace to give me a job, thanks to the shitty couple.

Evelyn’s look softens as she feels my emotion and desperation through our bonds.

“You really are a troublesome workaholic man…normally when someone has money, they tend to spend their money.”

“Well, we do have money, but I won’t spend it all…”
Well, I said that… but in the truth, I was spending more than enough, like buying Evelyn lots of clothes, make-up and etc. Evelyn looked more troubled than happy.

Evelyn silence looked like she was thinking about something for a second.

“I see… money is quite a problem in this world, huh… then let me help…”

She slightly lifted her hand and pulled out something from her Dimensional Storage. What appeared on her hand were two pieces of jewelry. It was a beautiful expensive looking necklace and ring.

Evelyn handed them to me and I took them.

“Why are you giving me this?” I looked at Evelyn before examining the jewelry; they looked so damn expensive. If that bitch saw them, she definitely would try to steal them.

“Insurance,” Evelyn responded.
“Insurance?”

“Yes, if you can’t find a job. You should sell them, I’m sure you can get quite a lot of money from them. Enough to make it so you don’t need to work for quite a long time and more than enough to cover our life expense.”

Was it just me or did she actually not want me to find a job?

“….Sell these? But…they looks important?”

Yeah, this set of jewelry looked too important. Just looking at the designs and the gems decorating them, they were very beautiful. Was this a gift or a family heirloom?

“Not really…” She shrugged.

“Is this not really important to you?”

“No, they are not. I don’t care if you sell them now.”

“Why?”

“Well, I don’t want become your burden.”

Burden? Really? She actually thought I would treat her as a burden?

“You’re not a burden, Evelyn,” I reprimanded her.

“I know… I just don’t want to see those again…” Evelyn looks at the jewelry with contempt.

“You hate these?” I asked as I look at the jewelry again.

“Not really…”

She seems very uncomfortable with this conversation. I changed the subject.

“What are those? I never seen such beautiful gem”

“Those are called Adamline, one of the most expensive gems in my world”

Most expensive gem!!!? She was actually giving me this!?

“….You sure were giving me this?”

“Yes”

“Are those gem hard to get?”

“No, you can find those gems easily in the Lieben forest.”

“Lieben forest??”

“The forest where we met.”

Ahhh, it had been three weeks since we met, but how nostalgic… So, the forest where I had that fateful meeting with Evelyn was called Lieben Forest. A forest where a Tree of Life was located. But seriously, the most expensive gem was easy to find… What kind of setting was this?
Evelyn seemed to notice my questioning look.

“I said easy to find, not easy to get….”

Ohh… This gem was the “easy to find but hard to get” type…

“You can find them in a specific location, see them but to get them, it is very hard?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Where is this mine located?”

“Close to the Tree of Life, we kind of passed it when we ran from the Cyclopes.”

“Really?!”

Ahh, I wanted to see this Gem’s mine now… Then it suddenly struck me. Wait a minute, I had been wondering about this for awhile… what was she doing in that forest, the Lieben Forest, that late at night, anyway?

“Evelyn, can I asked you about something?”

“Hmmm, yes?”

“What were you doing in that forest?”

She fell silent as I asked that. I supposed this was another uncomfortable conversation for her but I pushed forward anyway.

“I mean, you took a bath in the river late at night, wasn’t that very dangerous? Especially with the Cyclopes coming out of nowhere.”

“….For a ritual…” she murmured.

“Ritual? What ritual?”

“Cleansing soul ritual… My kind believes if we take a bath under the full moon, our soul and body will be pure. It’s very important for my kind… Especially for a 22 years old lady like me.”

“I see…. Wait… 22?”

Did I mishear what she just said?

“I’m sorry, what did you just say? 22?”

“What? Are you having a problem with that?” Evelyn looked irritated.

22? She was 22 years old!! She was actually 20 years younger than me! Geez, I thought she was a Baba in an 18 years old body! To think she was that young!

“No, I just thought you were an over 200 years old baba with an 18 years old appearance,” I bluntly responded.

SLAM*

“YOU WHAT?!” She yelled as she stood, slamming her hand on the table.“YOU BASTARD! YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WAS OVER 200 YEARS OLD?!!?”

Her face went red as she made an outburst. If this was a cartoon, her face would be the sort that let steam out the ears and looked ready to explode any time. While this situation was kind of funny, I decided to calm her before she actually attacked me.

“Sorry, I just under impression that you are older than me.”

“SINCE WHEN WERE YOU UNDER THAT STUPID ASSUMPTION!?”

“When you explain about our Eternal Pact…”

“WHAT?!!! THAT’S 3 WEEKS AGO! SO, ALL THIS TIME, YOU BELIEVED I WAS OLDER THAN YOU!! HOW DARE YOU!” she grabbed my collar and then started shaking me…

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! But won’t you be just as beautiful at 200 hundred as you are now? Doesn’t that mean I love you no matter what?”

“Ah!” Those words seemed to catch Evelyn off guard, breaking her anger. “That is… never mind that, what exactly happen with your interview?”
She quickly changed the conversation and finally used my moment of weakness to ask about this.

“Well, I-”

“Actually, stop right there… let’s finish our dinner first.” Evelyn interrupted me as I was about to open my mouth.

“Alright…”

We ate our dinner silently.

…….

Right after finishing dinner, the silver haired woman was sitting across from me while wearing a serious face.

“Now, tell me what happen,” Evelyn demand while glaring at me.

Could you please not glaring me like that? You’re making me nervous. I know you’re still mad about me mistaking your age. Geez, women are really sensitive to their age.

“This is really hard to explain.”

“Well, I am a little confused, which is why I want you to explain it to me.”

Her eyes focused on me, expecting me to start.

I looked down and thought quickly. Did I want to make something up, tell her the whole truth or just tell her part of the truth? But could I even do that? Our bond connection was basically a lie detector… Also why would I need to do that? So, I avoided lying to Evelyn as much as humanly possible. I’ve always felt that trust between lovers must be rooted in honesty regarding all things, no matter how uncomfortable they may be. Some things, however, are best left unsaid. Like considering taking a dirty job or Grace… Evelyn will definately be mad at me if I took on a dirty job.
I took a deep breath and decided to face this.

“Well,” I began “The whole thing was just one big setup.”

She glanced up at me with her red eyes as she listened.

“What do you mean?”

“The interview was just a farce set by my ex-wife’s husband to humiliate me. Hell, I’m pretty sure that woman also involved with this. Will those two give it a rest already!!” I said vehemently.

“Kyou, calm down. I know you are angry… but can you tell me the whole story?” Evelyn spoke while handing me a glass of water.

I drank the water and took a deep breath and started explaining from beginning. Evelyn just sat and listened.

I talked about what happened, about the interview, how I let my anger get the better of me, beat my interviewer up and learned all of that was just a farce to trap me. As I continued to speak, I started insulting and blaming the bitch and her husband for my predicament.

“So… in short, all the resumes you sent were rejected because of the man called Furukawa Kenji’s influence? Then the man himself set the interview using his influence to trap and frame you?” she inquired.

I nodded at her question, causing Evelyn to sigh.

“I really think you should stop looking for a job,” Evelyn said as she took a sip of water.

“…You know, for the past two weeks since I started job hunting, I had a feeling you were against it.”

She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair all the while looking me in the eye. “I’m not. I know you’re doing this for us, but to be honest, I’d prefer if you stayed with me.”

“I see…”

So, Evelyn was a lonely type girl that loved being spoiled by her beloved. Damn… now I was in a dilemma…

“Well, what I am supposed to do now? Now, I know I can’t find a job… Should I go to your world and become a merchant or adventurer?” I jokily said, but it actually gave me an idea.

That brought her up short and gave her a moment of pause. “You want to go to my world?”

“Yes, is there problem?”

“No… there…is no problem… But why?”

“I just got the idea…Well, just few second ago, how about selling some of the magical items for profit so I can open my own business. People in this world will pay millions on useless magnets. Imagine selling them a bracelet that ACTUALLY increased their vitality. Well, I wouldn’t want anything that miraculous, it might get me in trouble, but I’m sure there are things in your world that my world doesn’t have.”

Yup, for example, this Adamline… I’m sure I could earn more than a million dollars if I sold this for few grams of it. With that I could live comfortably with Evelyn.

Evelyn put on a complicated face, “Why can’t you just open up a business here?”

“I feel I can gain more there? I don’t have trading skills but maybe buying stuff over there and selling them here will give more profit. I’m not confident I can sell things on my own. In the past, a lot of profits came from transporting things from one part of our world to another, such as the spice trade. I have the ability to literally cross worlds, though I still don’t know how to use it. Isn’t this just taking advantage of my innate abilities?”

I have been thinking about why I can go to Evelyn’s world… I’m not summoned like novel clichés. I’m going there and I can return here on my own. I came to the conclusion that this was my power. No, it was definitely my power. But why did it activate after all these years? What was the trigger? Then again, how to activate it was still a mystery.

Of course, opening a business was still just talk. I didn’t even know how to use this power. Before going there, what I needed to do was learn about this ability of mine.

While I thinking that, I didn’t realize Evelyn had put on a difficult face.

“……”

“Evelyn?” Evelyn glanced at me while wearing a serious look.

“Kyou, I don’t know how to tell you this…” Evelyn spoke with uncertainty, “Returning to my home world is a bad idea. Under no circumstances are we to go back.”

“Why, what’s wrong with your world?” I asked, as Evelyn had suggested it was a bad idea.

“It’s just, my family… they wouldn’t understand.”

“Your family? Like your father?”

“My parents… and my sisters…” Evelyn sighed.

“You have a sisters?” I didn’t mean to sound so excited, it’s not like I was into that kind of thing, I swear!

“Mm…” Evelyn lowered her head sadly.

I could feel some fear and apprehension through the bond. This wasn’t something Evelyn wanted to talk about. I wasn’t really one to want to push her, however, this was her family.

I wasn’t surprised that the family might take some issue with me. Evelyn was way outside my own class. Putting aside species, just her beauty alone made me unworthy of her in any sense of the word. My own ex-wife’s family actually got along with me at first. However, as we drifted apart, they became more hostile. After I had caught her cheating, her mom and dad had decided I was the scum of the earth.

They made no attempt to hide their dislike when I saw them in court. Both they and her old friends always felt she was too good for me and wondered why she would marry beneath herself. I was a ‘good-looking trash’ according to her father. Seriously, where did the people I used to respect go? Why did everyone take her side? Is she actually using some kind of charm magic or hypnosis app like in ero doujinshi?

Those were latent thoughts from a different me. This time, I had a goddess, and our bond told me how she truly loved me. To be honest, I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t feel it myself. It doesn’t really make sense to me how she could look at me and feel affection. Perhaps years of abuse had made me begin to think I truly didn’t deserve it. In that respect, Evelyn was the perfect girl for me.

“Evelyn…” I spoke, moving down to one knee in front of Evelyn and putting on a serious look.

“Eh? Eh! Eh!” Evelyn began to grow flustered as I kneeled in front of her and grabbed her hand.

Wait, isn’t this kind of position suggestive of something? I mean, she’s sitting down, so it’s not quite the same thing, but suddenly this situation looks like I’m about to make a life decision here. Well, I feel this is a bit of a life decision, but perhaps it isn’t on that actual level. I really wanted to go to her world. I needed to find out more about the woman I would spend the rest of eternity with.

Staying here with her was wonderful, but there was something missing. What is that word? What is that missing thing I feel I need before I could our tail to rest? Ah, that’s right, closure! I need closure. I need to meet Evelyn’s family. I need her to be able to see her home and then choose to come back to this world with me. Last time we left, it wasn’t really her choice or rather I kidnap her from her world.

Going to her world wasn’t just about a job. I wanted to take Evelyn back to her world. In a way, I never finished saving her those weeks ago until I finally brought her back. That was the simple truth of it.

“Evelyn, I want you…” Before I could finish the words, there was a growing light.

My body started to tingle and I felt a floaty feeling. The world turned to white. This was a familiar feeling, one I’ve already done twice before. I had merely held her hand and wished for her world, and it activated. Was my desire and intent all that was needed? There had to be some kind of cooldown right? I don’t know, the only thing I know is that we’re teleporting again.

With that, I went to Evelyn’s world again…

Had I known what would happen after this… I definitely wouldn’t have returned to Evelyn’s world. Just like she said, it was a bad idea, a very bad idea… especially when I saw Evelyn’s tears…

Evelyn’s ARC START

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Hi, It’s been a week… yeah, a week… many shits happens.. again…
Well, I got bad news and good news…

Bad news, well, at least it was for me, me only… apparently I was drop out from colleges… it sucks, it really sucks… Why? I lost an important assignment and my professor won’t tolerate it. Well, then shit happens… Let’s just stop there.

Well, now I can focus on BG. By the way, I write planning to start another series. BG is the main priority.
I have two projects
-Rebuilding story (Combined from various of the abandoned story)
-Incest feast(not the title) (Very grimdark story, everyone who hate WoW ending would hate this too, hell, this one is darker than WoW)
What happens to Lute? Well, people kept asking about that, so… I will resume it on Mid of January or February. Also, treat Lute childhood arc as a side story. Since I will jump to main point.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 271

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Cleaning off the blood of the human bandits, you glance over at the shivering children.

“What are you children all terrified for? Haven’t you ever seen a man tear off another man’s head and then shove it up his ass?”

One kid starts crying.

“Ga Ga!” You look down at the baby in your arms, who is wearing a big excited smile at having seen you, making happy baby gaggles.

Of course, the baby is only a one day old, which given your magic means she’s already about two months old now. Even though a little Bandit blood splattered on her cheek, the baby is giggling and excited at seeing daddy. Well, since the baby was enhanced with your magic, she likely feels some kind of magical connection between the pair of you, causing her to resonate with the parent she’s only seen once.

“Well, at least my baby girl is happy. Aren’t you? Who likes seeing daddy smite his enemies to hell? You do! You do!” You find yourself automatically speaking to the baby sweetly while it giggles, no matter what your original feelings on the matter.

Had the harem been present, certainly they would have looked on to this seen with affection, their hearts beating quickly as they observe their man doting affection on his daughter… despite the fact that you’re covered in blood. One of the ten year old girls watching pees herself. Well… not every tiny can be Jasmine.

“You…” A voice broke you from your daughter’s treatment. “You… saved our children?”

“Eh?” You look around, realizing you had killed all the humans in the area, and while traumatized, the rest of the kids are safe by default. “Oh, I guess so.”

“Why?” The person who comes out the bushes turns out to be Wendy, who is leading a group of five women. “Why would you protect these children?”

Few of the women looked like warriors. Rather, they had whips and you are pretty certain one girl is holding a weaponized dildo. Clearly they pick up whatever dangerous tools they had nearby and fought with that. It turns out, all of the men are the soldiers of the group, and very few of the women in the tribe truly knew how to fight. A few acted as guards, but in the same way as a night patrol men in a factory. Being able to bully trespassers and being able to fight off an army were two very different things.

You shoot Wendy an annoyed look. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m the father. Of course, I would protect my child.”

“Y-your child…” Several of the dark elves eyes flash on the baby in your hands with complicated looks. “You… protected them.”

“Matriarch? Were the men perhaps protecting us all along?”

“Blasphemy!” Wendy spun, slapping the girl. “Don’t let yourself be misled so easily! Just because a man protected a woman only shows how dispensable and unimportant they are!”

“You know… you’re really good at interpreting things to your own convenience.” You sigh.

“Shut up! Filthy man!” Wendy shouts. “Girls, don’t forget this man sexual assaulted me!”

“She willingly had sex. Naturally, she did everything I asked her to do without complaint.”

“That doesn’t matter. It was… um… coercion! Don’t listen to him sisters. I told him I wasn’t interested and yet he still fucked me. That’s rape!”

“At best, that’s improper communication.” You shrug. “Look, no one can read your mind, and expecting people to do so is simply asking for too much. Sex, in general, requires a great deal of communication. When one side chooses to not communicate, or worst, give mixed signals, you need to treat situations on a case by case basis. You need to see both sides, and understand that intention is just as important as the outcome.”

“Lies! Only how women feel after it is done matters!”

“Living a life where only one side is ever held accountable is a breakdown in communication. Changes can’t be summed up by one sex against another sex. It’s all of society that needs to change to-“

“Enough with this childish philosophy bullshit!” Wendy cries.

“At least you admit even a child could understand this much…” You shrug.

“You…”

“On that note, I can save your entire race, if you want. This is what Pocahontas has said since the beginning.” You explain casually, even with the sound of fighting and the smell of blood nearby. “Riun is a city that welcomes all people, and the dark elves would offer something advantageous in the upcoming war against the demon realm.”

“We-we’ll never join you!”

“Suit yourselves…” You shrug.

Several groups of men far outnumbering Wendy find their way into the clearing. They immediately overwhelm the dark elf women and put them down to their knees. They also round up the children while wearing vicious predatory looks. The only person they seem to ignore is you, holding the baby. Wendy shoots you a glare.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. They can’t see or hear me.”

“Th-then why are you still here?” she demands, warranting some strange looks from her captors.

“Pocahontas is my woman, and she means as much to me as all of my other women. I figure I at least owe her by witnessing the end of the entire dark elf race as a result of a single obstinate woman.”

“I-“ Wendy stopped as one of the men started fondling one of her dark elf women, her angry look turning complicated with guilt.

“Hey, don’t fondle the merchandise!” One man chastizes.

“Oh, come on boss, we caught so many dark elf bitches. They’re all such pure virgins, can’t we pop a couple?”

“That’s right, we were tasked with delivering virgins! Everyone knows dark elf men aren’t big enough to pop their cherries. Thus, the majority of these women are sweet virgins!”

“I think I saw a pregnant dark elf while I was spying!” One man suggests.

“Bullshit. Probably just a fatty. Well, fat virgins sell well too. According to the demands of boss, if they lose their virginity, they lose 9/10 their value. A pregnant dark elf would be basically useless.”

“Boss, about that… this one right here is worthless!” A man was lifting up some kind of recording stone in front of Wendy. “She’s pregnant! No virginity in this one at all!”

“Eh?” Wendy’s face turns red in shock while the other dark elves shoot her surprised looks.

“Ugh! Seriously?” The other man made a face. “Then, let’s just kill her. Not worth bringing along some pregnant slut!”

The first man raised a sword, but before he could swing it, blood sprouted from his neck and his head collapsed to the ground, followed by his body. The other men drew their swords, looking around confused.

“Who’s there?” They demand.

“So… I did knock her up after all…” You mutter while adjusting the baby in your arms with one hand and holding a bloody sword in the other. “Well, since she’s pregnant with my baby, naturally, I wouldn’t let you guys touch her.”

“Where did you come from?”

“Who cares? You tried to touch my woman… so die.” You make four more swings, and despite you being a distance away, the men all fall apart into pieces anyway.

“Y-y-your woman?” Wendy looks dizzy, still recovering from finding out she’s pregnant. “You saved me?”

“Hmph…” You put your sword away. “I am a man, after all. I stuck my dick in you even though I knew you were crazy, now that you’re pregnant, I have to take responsibility.”

“B-but… what about the rest of the darkelves?” She asks nervously.

“What about them? They aren’t pregnant with my babies.”

Wendy looks over at the four other girls. They nod at her in acceptance. She sighs and looks back at you.

“V-very well… I as the Matriarch give you permission on behalf of my tribe!”

“Huh?” You look down at her still on her knees before you. “What are you saying?”

“S-save my tribe.”

“I just said, I won’t save your tribe unless they happened to be all pregnant-“

Wendy’s eyes flash. “I know… if these humans favor virgin women, we must shed our virginity! Please impregnate the dark elves and make them yours!”

As Wendy says this, all five women lower their head. The proud dark elves that were just trying to sentence you death are now bowing and asking you to make them pregnant. Life is funny that way.

“Of course, you won’t be able to impregnate them until after, so for now just rescue as many girls as possible…” Wendy continues, lowering her head with a pout. “P-p-please…”

“You think I can’t do both at once?” You break into a laugh, an evil grin forming on your lips. “Hahahaha… its showtime!”

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“The court is postponed until this is resolved!” Wendy calls out, causing the dark elf women to flood out of the room.

In the event of this attack, everyone immediately became busy. It seems that in their distraction, they have forgotten about you and your girls. Thus, the lot of you are left to your own devices. You stand up, ripping off the chains that had kept you to the floor before stretching with a yawn.

“Hero… shall we man the pussy canons?” Ariel asks excitedly.

The other girls present noticeably shudder at the suggestions. However, when you shake your head, they let out a breath of relief.

“No, I don’t think we’ll be able to pussy canon our way out of this one.” You pat Ariel on the head. “Besides, I don’t plan to help those dark elf women unless they beg me on their knees.”

“They won’t, Benefactor…” Pocahontas sighs. “Regrettably, my mentor Matriarch Wendy is stubborn. She will not yield, even if she knows she’s wrong. I don’t think you’ll find any of them seeing the error of their ways. If anything, this event will only reinforce their hatred for men. Even though these men that rape and enslave them differ greatly from men who love and respect them, they have long since stopped noticing the difference. They will only use this as an example to further their segregation of men.”

“Hero-san, I suggest we leave. If they manage to repel the attack, they’ll only come after you. If they fail… then we don’t want to be bothered by the slavers.” Aurora suggests.

“My daughter, I won’t leave without my daughter.” You shrug.

Pocahontas smiles. “You truly are worth of being my baby’s father. The baby is located in the children’s ward.”

You nod. “I will send you all back to the airship. It’ll keep you safe until things are finished over here.”

“Are you really certain that you can just leave?” Grimhilde asks suspiciously towards Pocahontas.

“Grim!” Aurora tries to chastise her but Grimhilde shrugs.

“I’m just saying, your entire tribe is being destroyed, and you seem to be okay leaving.”

“My tribe…” Pocahontas looks down. “My tribe chose this path. It would be great if we could see eye to eye. However, after this trial, I realized how polluted dark elf culture has become. I no longer wish to be part of the tribe!”

“Pocohontas…” you give her a kiss on the forehead. “I will always take care of you.”

Pocahontas smiles. “Mm… and I will always take care of you.”

You wave your hand, and the spell sends all of the harem, including the ones who had been escorted out, back to your ship. Finally, you leave the room. The dark elf tribe appears to be built in a forest, various bungalows make up the majority of the village. Half of them are on fire right now, and there is the occasional boom of magic. You quickly make you way to the children’s hut, which is thankfully untouched by fire.

As soon as you near it, you can hear a bunch of human men standing nearby the entrance inside. They appear to be going around gathering up all the children inside. There are occasional shouts and crying as they are dragged out of their rooms.

“What do we have here?” One man asks.

“It’s the children.” another man chuckles harshly. “They’ll make great sex slaves. Get them while they’re young.”

“Why wait? I say we have some fun popping some tinys right now.”

“Girls from ages up to 10… it’s a tiny buffet!” Another adds.

“Do you think if I pop three six-year-olds it’ll add up to 18 and will be legal?”

“Who the hell cares, I want to rape them, strangle them to death, and then fuck their corpses.”

“Heil Hitler.”

“Fuck everybody, and their mothers.”

“I enjoy listening to Nickelback.”

“Hehehe… generic evil comment here.”

“Are we hated enough yet?” One guy asks.

“Who knows, oh, look a little dark elf baby. I’m going to stick my dick in it. We’ll be having meat stuffed baby kebab tonight!”

“Tag says the mother is… Pocahontas.” One of the guys says.

“Who cares, I’m about to rape her daught-“

“Okay… enough of this shit.” You step into the room.

The girl they are picking up disappears and is now in your arms.

‘Wh-who the fuck is this guy?”

“Bastard, are you on our side?”

“You know… I was cool with the rape, the child sex slavery, the pedophilia, the necrophilia, the implied cannibalism, your poor taste in music, and even the Nazism. However, you crossed the line by suggesting the one thing more deplorable than all of those put together!”

“Yeah, what’s that?” One of the men demands.

“NTR!” You growl. “The only one who will stick a dick in this daughter is daddy himself! Now it’s time to die!”

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Chapter 82

Kama-sutra Chapter 3

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“Girl, what’s your name?”

“Cheng Lin.”

“Such a beautiful name. Like the sound of windchimes on a summer afternoon.”

“A-actually, it means forest. B-but thanks? Umm. You weren’t lying, right? About there being no pain.”

“Of course not. My word is my creed.”

“Oh… ok. What should we do now?”

Hah. Such an easy girl to trick. Easier than taking candy from a baby – not that I would ever do that. Anyway, now that I was free of my restrictions, I could set about showing this girl heaven. But before that…

“Uh. Could you put me down on the bed for a bit?”

It was quite embarrassing but, I was currently totally being supported by the girl as my legs refused to take my weight. Apparently being hung up on a scaffold by your limbs could cut off blood supply to them. Who would have guessed?

Every step sent pins and needles through my numb feet as they came back to life. It wasn’t all bad, though. Being supported by the girl meant that her soft body was in intimate contact with mine and even through her clothes, the feeling was heavenly.

So, of course my loyal brother in arms was standing at attention, waiting for Operation: Infiltration to begin. His heroic bearing and proud stature brought the girl’s attention and I could see her shooting appraising glances at him.

Well, I was expecting a bit more shyness – considering her behaviour till now. Then I remembered who she was. A demoness from the Yin Demon Sect.

Sex and sexual organs weren’t things she would be unfamiliar with.

I decided to test something. As Lin brought me over to the stone bed in one corner of the room and made to put me down, I ‘tripped’ and had to lean on her more. As she hurriedly adjusted her grip to stop me from falling, I brought my nose to her neck and took a deep breath. She smelt good.

“W-what are you doing?” she stuttered as she pushed me off her roughly and I plopped down on the bed. Ouch. My butt was protesting the abuse. Couldn’t they make these things softer if they wanted to lie on them?

Then again, noticing the conspicuous straps for arms and legs, I didn’t think the designers cared much for the comfort of the one lying on it.

“You smell great.” I told her as solemnly as I could. “Don’t say weird stuff!” she exclaimed even as she turned beet red.

Hah! I knew it. Even if she was immune to the sights and sounds of sex, her archaic sensibilities would still crumble before the might of 20^th century sexual harassment.

We had several thousand more years to perfect our lines after all.

Now that I had her on the backfoot, it was time to capitalize. My legs and hands had almost recovered, with only the red chafe marks the ropes had left speaking of their previous situation.

Grabbing onto her wrist, I pulled the girl onto my lap crosswise. “Wha..” I declined my head and brought my lips to hers, silencing her. One hand went up, tracing the contours of her stomach before reaching her perky D-cup breasts over her diaphanous clothes. Cupping one in my hand I felt the soft warm flesh, firm but yielding. My other hand meanwhile travelled down and around to caress Lin’s buttocks.

Her body was stiff at first, frozen like a deer in the headlights as I pried open her mouth and my tongue invaded past her perfectly shaped teeth. It didn’t take long before she was melting into my embrace, her palms pressing against my chest as she gave in to the kiss.

Even though her gauze dress provided very little hindrance, it was a little too much for me and soon I had peeled her out of it, the task made simpler by the fact that it had been designed with the ease of removal in mind.

Kissing Lin brought the pleasant scent of her perfume to my nose, which I enjoyed as her lips pressed inexpertly but eagerly to mine. One of her breasts pressed into the palm of my hand. She yelped into my mouth as I squeezed a little. I enjoyed the elasticity of her flesh and the smoothness of her skin, her nipples, hard nubs that rubbed against my palms as I explored her chest.

I felt her shuddering with each caress, her thighs pressing against each other as the sensations travelled down. I could feel her nearing climax. The girl had to be the most sensitive partner I’d ever had.

I suddenly stopped all movement, causing her to open her eyes in confusion, her pupils unfocused, clouded by lust.

Picking the moment her thighs loosened, I reached down with one of my hands to cup her crotch, my fingers tracing the outer folds of her pussy.

Her thighs tightened almost painfully crushing my hand. I let out quite an unmanly shriek, breaking the kiss and hastily withdrawing my hand.

The girl was damn strong… I shuddered to imagine if it were my waist instead of my wrist when she tightened her thighs. I’d probably be half the man I was before the incident.

As I nursed my throbbing wrist, I idly wondered what the statistics were like for ‘death by clamping’ in the sect.

Suddenly, a soft body crashed into me and pushed me down onto the ‘bed’. Wincing against the pain from the impact on my back, I looked up to see Lin’s face hovering inches above mine, her eyes glittering in the light from the torches on the walls of the room. Her hair curtained down around her face, enclosing the both of us in an isolated world as we locked gazes.

“What was that?” she asked breathily, her words causing her breath to tickle my face. “You were tasting my tongue… t-then, my mind went blank… my heart was throbbing.” She grabbed my hand (thankfully the uninjured one) and placed it between her breasts. “It still is.” I could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. “What did you do to me? My body feels hot, my lower lips are throbbing and my heart wants to beat out of my chest. You said it wouldn’t hurt. But it hurts now. Make it stop. Please.”

Her last few words were almost a whine.

Although surprised by the exaggerated effect of a kiss on her, I knew what she wanted and it was something I planned to give her anyway. Just… I’d have to be careful of that monstrous strength of hers.

Thankfully, this new body of mine was much more resilient than the one on earth and the pain in my wrist had attenuated to a dull throb.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, and she let me, arching her back. Sitting up on my other elbow brought my face right at the level of her breasts and I flicked one of her rock-hard nipples with my tongue before lightly kissing it, sucking it and then biting it softly.

Lin groaned, the sound reverberating in her chest. I trailed a line of kisses up her chest, along her collarbone, up her neck and chin, before locking lips with her again.

This time her response was pure fire, giving as good as she got in the battle of our tongues. I found that her monstrous strength extended to every part of her body, including her tongue. But if she had strength, I had my masterful technique to rely on as I slowly but surely gained ground in the battlefield of our mouths.

In the throes of her passion, Lin tried to wrap her arms around me, but I was having none of that. Getting crushed to death wasn’t my idea of fun.

Pulling her hair sideways and pushing up with my other arm, I managed to roll her off me, to the side, face up onto the bed, breaking our kiss in the process.

Getting up from the bed, I pulled her up by her hand and guided her to the wall. “Put your hands on the wall,” I commanded and she followed, laying her palms against the stone.

Embracing her from behind, I reached around from behind and caught her chin, twisting it around for her lips to meet mine. With my other hand, I cupped her breast and squeezed hard, causing her to yelp into my mouth. Loosening my grip, I gently knead the flesh, the elastic mound deforming under my attentions. Her breathing grew rougher as my fingers found her nipple. I pulled on her nubs, stretching her breasts before letting them drop and she squirmed against me, her ass pushing against my cock. After so much stimulation, I was painfully erect. My member lay cushioned between the two soft pads of her flesh, every movement of hers sending spikes of pleasure from my loins.

I broke our kiss and inserted two fingers into her mouth instead.

Her tongue rolled around my fingers, licking between them at their base, sending shivers up my spine. Sometimes, I would scissor her tongue between my fingers, muffling her moans. Taking my soaked fingers out of her mouth, I ran them down her body, stopping slightly to circle a nipple before I laid my palm flat on her stomach and moved down, leaving a glistening trail of her own saliva behind.

Reaching her lower lips, I found them wet from anticipation.

My fingers, wet with her saliva caressed the sides of her hairless pussy, slowly drawing inwards, like a predator toying with its prey before the final strike. This time, I was careful to keep my hand out of the way of her clamping thighs.

She shivered in my grasp, her palms still laid dutifully flat on the wall. I could see the hard rock fissuring from where her fingers were pressing against the wall as they clenched from the pleasure I was providing her breasts and pussy. Her head was lowered, her eyes clenched shut, her hair cascading around her face as her teeth dug into her lower lip as she desperately endured my teasing.

Let alone her, I was at my limit with how her ass had been squirming against my cock. I decided to put her out of her misery. I pushed my ass back a little to break contact and let the feeling of my climax die down a little before I finally attacked her slit with my fingers, sliding up the moist entrance and flicking her clit.

The effect was immediate. Her eyes flew open and her head jerked back as she arched her spine in a toe-curling orgasm.

“Ahhn.” Her unrestrained scream of pleasure drove my arousal several notches higher and without warning, I entered her pink depths from behind.

Her moan rose several octaves at the unexpected sensation of my member prying her open and filling her up. I felt no hindrance except for the unnaturally strong muscles of her walls clamping down on me as they convulsed around my dick.

The pleasure was out of the world. At least, out of my previous world, and my body, despite my experienced mind, was a rank amateur. It didn’t even take me ten seconds to lose control and pump my cum into her depths.

Tasting the reverberations of my climax, I felt regretful, I wanted to explore the wonderful body before me a lot more. Sadly, it seemed that wouldn’t be possible.

But, I was wrong. I was thinking with my mentality from back on earth where I needed several minutes to recover from a climax even on my best day. I had forgotten that this was a new world and a new body. And that my partner was a cultivator…

Something like a icy current of air flowed into my body from hers through my slowly deflating dick. When it reached my body, it turned warm and spread throughout me, seeping into my flesh. I felt rejuvenated and when the air currents reached my dick, I was at full mast and raring to go for round two.

So, that’s what I did, pulling back slightly and then driving myself back into her. In my first attempt, I had only gotten a third om my length into her, this time I had loftier, or should I say, deeper goals. With every thrust, I drove myself a little further into her, until with a slapping sound of my waist hitting her ass, I had bottomed out.

Every thrust elicited a moan from her, sending ripples up the luscious flesh of her ass. Letting go of her breasts, I let them swing freely as I grabbed her hair instead and pulled her head back, arching her back and leaning back, appreciating the artistry of the curves her body created.

She was a treat. Visually and sensually. Even as I feasted my eyes upon her jiggling butt and her swaying breasts, my little brother appreciated the warmth, wetness and tightness of her insides.

Very soon, I was drawing near climax yet again. Judging from the intensity of her moans, she was too.

Letting go of her hair, I leant forward and laid my chest on her back, circling both my arms around her and grabbing her chest. Using them as leverage, I jackhammered into her rapidly as I grunted with exertion. Drops of sweat trickled down my nose and dropped onto her back, joining the sweat from her own body.

With a primal shout, I shot my sperm into her, even as her insides convulsed around me from her second orgasm.

The icy current of air appeared again, washing away my exhaustion and rejuvenating my tired muscles. I even felt stronger than I had ever been, like I could easily lift a 100 kg or run a marathon. In stark contrast, the girl seemed visibly weaker. The palms that could fissure rock with just a clench only left shallow indentations now as she panted, her legs wobbly from her latest climax.

My eyes flashed. If I hadn’t figured it out the first time, then this time, it was clear as day. I was somehow siphoning off her cultivation.

Two voices warred within my head. One told me to suck her dry and gain her strength. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t come here with the intention of doing the same to me. No matter how innocent she might look or act, she was a demoness through and through.

The other voice reminded me of my beliefs. I followed the Kama-sutra. It was the book of love, I had been lauded as the Love Guru, the Amorous Sage. Whatever she might be, she was currently my woman. We had engaged in congress. My dick hadn’t dried from her lust yet. How could I kill her?

And even if I did. What was I supposed to do then? Would the meagre cultivation of an apprentice cultivator be enough to escape the clutches of the entire sect?

I sighed and gently withdrew from her insides, my dick leaving her with a wet ‘pop’ as her muscles clamped down, reluctant to part.

Bending down, I swept her up into my arms in a princess carry.

Startled, she threw her arms around my neck with a soft shriek. As I walked towards the bed, she looked up at me, studying my face with half-lidded eyes, as if she was trying to burn me into her memory.

Sitting on the stone slab, I tried to set her down but she refused to let go, burying her face into the crook of my neck and greedily inhaling my scent.

I quirked my eyebrow. This… was unexpected. I sidled back till I was leaning against the wall, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and set her down on my lap. The only problem with this position though, was that my still-erect dick was pressing up against her ass. Such temptation, such sin.

I leaned my head back against the wall as I caressed her thigh with one hand and gently ran the fingernails of my other on her spine. She purred into my neck and rubbed her body closer into mine as if she wanted to merge with me.

If I wanted to survive, I had to get to the bottom of what had happened to make her act this way… and get as much as I could out of her about this cultivation business.

“Hey, girl. Answer some of my questions, will you?” When she didn’t reply, I bent my head down and gently blew into her ear, making her squirm and hug me tighter. “If you tell me what I want to know… I’ll give you a reward.” I tried again, throwing out a tempting bait.

She went still, then slowly withdrew her head from the crook of my neck and looked up at me with shining eyes. “Good.”

Table of Contents

Machine Sliced Bread

「The only bakery that sells creampie」

Category: Original

Tales of an Enchantress – Chapter 44

Kama-sutra Chapter 4

STC Chapter 85

The Power of Creation – Chapter 272

Bonded Goddess – Chapter 9

The Power of Creation – Chapter 271

The Power of Creation – Chapter 270

STC Chapter 83

STC Chapter 82

Kama-sutra Chapter 3