“Nhnn …”

The sun shone with a curious harshness, coercing my still sunken eyes to open as I felt chilliness throughout my body. The curtain windows lined with sunlight were drowning this seemingly lonely room with their harsh light.

It’s been a while since I had such a good and comfortable sleep, I also don’t need to use sleeping pills. I stared up at the ceiling for a few moments. With a long yawn, I forced my cracking joints to straighten up but for some reason, my body felt heavy yet comfortable…

“Un…”

I heard a seductive voice. When I looked over, the person there was a naked silver-haired beauty. Evelyn, a transcendent beauty from another world, was using my left arm as a pillow and sleeping soundly.

Even Evelyn’s sleeping face also looked like a goddess, so beautiful…

She’s so beautiful, I’m so lucky I can sleep with her. I gently caress her soft face, trying not to wake her up. A small smile curves on her lips and it literally made my heart jump. My eyes wander down, examining her body. Her porcelain white skin was very bright under sunlight. Her skin looks very smooth and it was very bad for my junior, slender waist, soft round butt, long legs, and her huge boobs.

Yup, there is no doubt, her body is absolutely perfect.

Well, while watching sleeping beauty-like Evelyn was fun, this wasn’t the time for that… I was hungry… A lot of things had happened last night. Like, I went to another world, had a fateful meeting with a beauty, then I was chased by a monster. I was saved by that beauty, and then I had sex with her to save her life…

I was so freaking hungry when I remembered all of that…

I should make breakfast… Evelyn must be hungry too when she wakes.

I gently pulled my arm from Evelyn’s hands, but I can’t free myself as she was holding my arms too tightly.

I took a look at the sleeping beauty… She was still sleeping, right? I sighed as I pulled my trapped hand again, freeing it this time. I cover her with the blanket and went to the bathroom attached to my room while scratching my head.

I washed my face. Then, I took a look at the mirror. I was still a boring man with an unshaved messy beard and messy black hair. But strangely enough, maybe it’s just me, but did I actually look a little younger and healthier?  Well, never mind…

I wanted to take a shower, but I’ll prepare breakfast first.

After I’m done checking myself in the bathroom, I went downstairs to the kitchen to open the refrigerator.

“Good, I have enough ingredients,” I muttered to myself.

Examining the inside of the refrigerator, there were enough ingredients for more than two people.

I started to cook, wondering if Evelyn liked omelets. As I took my time, I heard footsteps. That’s when I saw Evelyn enter the kitchen wearing only a t-shirt.

“— Good morning, Evelyn,” I greeted her as I placed the food on the table.

“Morning…” Evelyn entered the kitchen shyly, her head lowered.

She sat down at the table without another word, looking down at the plate of food in front of her. Meanwhile, I prepared a second plate for myself while eyeing her out of the corner of my eye. The shirt she was wearing was my own, it was over-sized T-shirt that came halfway down her thighs and she looked damn sexy in it. Her big breast bulged under that shirt and her long white legs completely visible. She looked better in it than I did. Although, I’m pretty sure it didn’t matter what she wore, she’d always look hot and perfect

“Eggs mixed with cheese… … What is this called…?” Evelyn was poking the meal with her fork.

“Ah, it’s called an Omelet. I was worried it’d be something that didn’t agree with your stomach.”

Evelyn responded with a silent nod, scooping up some of the egg with her fork and putting it in her mouth. Even tasting the meal I prepared looked attractive. Thoughts of the previous night invaded my vision.

“Mm!” Evelyn’s eyes widened, “It’s good!”

“Ah… thank you… I… ah shit…” I was so caught up watching Evelyn, which made my own eggs started to burn.

I quickly pulled the slightly browner than I’d like eggs onto my plate and moved across from her, sitting down at the table opposite of this beautiful woman. I still found it hard to believe the previous night. It was almost like a dream. If she wasn’t sitting there in anything but a t-shirt.

Evelyn picks up a glass sitting on the table and drinks the brown liquid inside.

“Blah! Bitter…”

This time she puts on a gross face. I couldn’t help but laugh since even that was cute.

“I take it you don’t have coffee in your world.”

Evelyn shook her head. “No, we have coffee… I’ve just never drunk it before. Isn’t it supposed to have milk and sugar in it? ”

“Haha, ah, well, it’s a bit of an acquired taste. I stopped putting sugar in it because the doctors were all saying that was bad.” I explained, “I know the coffee shop down the street does all kinds of things to their coffee. It had whipped cream and is very sweet. I should take you there… sometimes.”

Evelyn nods thoughtfully, “I’d like to try that.”

A small part of me was overjoyed by that comment. I was afraid that she might desperately want to return home. I’d have thought it was. Part of me also considered that I could have woken up alone. She might have run off as she might have some way to return to her world I’m not aware of. But the fact she was still here had overjoyed me, but I didn’t know how long I could keep her here.

In the end, we really needed to discuss what happened the previous night. As we ate in a somewhat awkward silence, I began to feel a greater and greater need to ask.

“Ah… the bathroom is right over there.” I pointed down the hall to an open door.

“Thank you.” Evelyn blushed, giving a nod before standing and racing away.

As my eyes followed her, I frowned. That was weird. Suddenly, I just had the absolute certainty that Evelyn had to pee. In fact, I could count down to the exact second she started relieving herself.

My eyes widened as I felt her relief from going. What the hell is going on?

Evelyn came out of the bathroom shyly, blushing even more when she saw me eying her. “Don’t look at me that way after I came from the bathroom… p-pervert.”

Evelyn spoke awkwardly, not aggressively. It was clear she had something on her mind that she wasn’t telling me.

“Evelyn… about last night.”

“I’m sorry.” Evelyn suddenly bowed down, bending herself nearly in half with a bow. “What happened is, it’s my entire fault!”

“Eh?” I was very confused.

To see such a cute, beautiful girl like Evelyn suddenly apologize to me so aggressively made me confused… aren’t I the one at fault? I jeopardize everything because of my actions. I even put her life in danger and almost kill her. Yes, I’m the reason she got hurt too. On top of that, I took her virginity. Even I saved her, I still took her precious virginity. Saving a girl by taking her virginity only used in Xianxia novel’s BS.

Everything I did to her last night was bad, very bad… if anyone should be apologizing, it’s me! it’s my fault!

I immediately rose from my seat, trying to prevent Evelyn from bowing. “You have nothing to apologize for! It was really my fault. So, please don’t…”

Evelyn was shaking her head. “No! No… you don’t understand, the ceremony, the thing you did to save my life… it’s permanent. I was afraid. I didn’t want to die so young. So, I tricked you into making an Eternal Pact with me. If I had told you everything, I thought you might say no.”

“Huh, an Eternal Pact? Are you talking about my ability to tell you can pee?”

Evelyn’s face went red. “Can you not mention that out loud! But yes… that’s one of those things. Last night, we performed a ceremony of sorts. A binding event. Does your world understand chemistry?”

“Chemistry? Ah… our world does… but I, not so much…”

“Well, do you know pr understand about nuclear fusion?”

“Ah? Like… the sun?”

“Yes!” Evelyn nodded excitedly. “Like the sun… when two hydrogen atoms are brought close enough together… with enough energy present, they fuse… producing helium.”

“I guess I follow you so far, but what does that have to do with last night?”

“Last night, we brought our souls together. I used magic as a catalyst, and when our souls touched…” Evelyn took both her hands and then merged them together, wrapping her fingers and intertwining them under her hands were inseparable.

“Hah? You mean our souls have become… one?”

Evelyn nodded very rapidly and then turned away shyly. “I can feel you… and you can feel me. It’s more than that though. Our lifelines are combined. We shared a life-link, I won’t die unless you die, you won’t die unless I die. Or perhaps more accurately, if one of us dies, we both die.”

“Wow…” I was floored by the answer.

However, I didn’t have any doubt what she said was the truth. In a nutshell, I felt Evelyn. I felt every part of her. I knew she had a slight itch on the back of her hand. I knew her hips were still a little sore from last night. I also knew that right now she was feeling incredibly anxious and worried. Evelyn feared a rejection from me. This beautiful woman who had given her virginity last night was afraid I’d reject her? It was something I could not wrap my head around.

“A-are… you mad?” Evelyn asked nervously.

I shook my head. “No… last night, I would have given my life to save you. Now that I realize I have, I don’t regret it for a second.”

I truly didn’t. Even if she turned away and returned to her world and we never spoke again. Last night was something I absolutely would never regret!

“R-really?” Evelyn’s face was blushing, but I could feel that her heart was beating faster too.

“Evelyn, I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life with you. It’d be wonderful to grow old together.”

“Eh? Old? Ah…” Evelyn put on a wry smile. “About that…”

“Huh? You don’t want to stay together?” I responded, trying to keep the bitterness from my voice.

I mean, it’s not surprising. True, we bonded our souls together, but it’s not like we knew each other. This was likely more just an unfortunate problem for her. However, feeling each other didn’t necessarily mean we’d stay the rest of our lives together. I suddenly felt stupid for jumping the gun here.

“I don’t know how to say this…” Evelyn’s eyes looked sad, as she genuinely looked lost.

I sighed. Here it comes.

“Just say it clearly.” I encouraged her, my voice growing even more depressed.

“I’m not human.”

“Eh?”

“While my appearance similar to human, I’m not a human… My race is called Leflena-Fae.”

“Fae? A Fairy?

“No, we are a different race, although our lines came from the same world as Fae. As well as the Sidhe, the Fairies the Elves, the Kvar, and the Fey.”

“I don’t understand what you are trying to tell me.”

“Those who descended from the realm of Fae don’t age. We don’t grow old.”

“You’re… immortal?”

“No, no, no… we can die… I almost died last night, remember?” Evelyn explained.

“Ah… I see, you can be killed but, you won’t die from old age…”

Evelyn nods, watching me carefully to see how I responded. “I’ll remain this way for the remainder of my life, which if I’m lucky, may even be a million years. At least, that’s how old the eldest Faerie are.”

“M-million…” I suddenly felt dizzy, sitting back on my sit with a thump, and then an idea popped in my head. “But our lives are combined now! That means when I grow old and die… you’ll… Oh, no… you’re only going to live about fifty years or so! I’m so sorry!”

This time, I was bowing down, but Evelyn smirked while shaking her head. “No, not at all. I already said, our souls merged. It is the Fae soul that continues to revitalize my vessel, that is, my body. As our souls are one, our soul with also revitalizes your body. It already seems to be starting. Likely, you’ll grow younger and healthier in the next few days, and that’s how you’ll stay.”

“I’ll stay young… forever?”

Evelyn gave a complicated expression. “Is… that bad?”

This time, I shook my head. “No, not at all! Being young forever, that’s what every person everywhere wants. I should consider myself quite lucky!”

Evelyn let out a breath. “Oh, glad to hear that.”

I could feel the relief in her through our bond. It really was something that had worried her greatly. I suppose changing someone’s destiny like that could seriously hurt people. Finding out you’d live forever could be a torment if you hated your life. For me, however, with Evelyn by my side… wait… that part was known yet.

“Evelyn… about us…” I started, not quite sure what to say.

This time, Evelyn couldn’t meet my eyes. “I had already decided last night. The Leflena-Fae’s can only have one soulmate. That bond is eternal. I won’t pretend what happened last night didn’t happen. As far as I’m concerned, I will spend the rest of eternity with you.”

Suddenly, Evelyn gave me a shy look, “That is… if you’ll have me.”

This girl was beautiful and had already shown that she was willing to give her life for me. Not just that, but she had given me so much already. I’d be an idiot to deny this beautiful teenage girl. Wait… teenager? She’s immortal, so this age might be deceptive. Well, she said she was young, but what’s young to someone who lives forever? This girl could very well be like one of those 200 years old young girls. My beautiful teenage love interest might really be a Baba (granny) in teenager body!! I suddenly felt anxious knowing she could very well be many years older than I am!

“Ahem, H-how old are you?” I demanded my eyes fervent.

“Y-you dare ask a girl’s age!” Evelyn looked surprised and glared me as I asked that.

She must be even older! She must be older than my grandma who still kicking in the countryside. Wait! Calm down. Even if she’s 200 or whatever, what’s that when you’re talking about spending eternity with her! It’s really what’s on the inside that counts. Although the outside is pretty hot too! Watching her stand there in my shirt, squirming and looking nervous is too adorable, regardless of her age. Remembering the previous night, spending forever with this woman no longer seemed even remotely disagreeable. Her age didn’t matter. I want this woman to stay by my side and I wanted to spend the rest of existence getting to know every nook and cranny.

Wait… What is this Pact used for anyway? It’s used to binding the soul? What its true purpose? I have a hunch about it… but let’s just wait till Evelyn told me. I don’t know when but I’m sure will eventually.

“So… what’s your answer?” Evelyn demanded after seeing my silence.

“Since our souls are one, can’t you tell?” I responded teasingly. “What’s on my mind right now?”

Evelyn thought for a second, then her eyes lowered and she turned away. “You pervert…”

However, I took a step forward and embraced her anyway. Her body shuttered in my grasp, but I knew the relief she was feeling on the inside. As I held her, I kissed her on the top of the head.

“Forever,” I said.

“Y-you mean it?” She asked, her voice muffled cutely against my chest.

“I’ll show you exactly how much I mean it!” I said, taking her lips as soon as she looked up at me.

“Mmm! Mnnnn… Mnnnss…” Evelyn made surprised noises as my lips attacked hers.

However, she could feel the desire rising inside me. And I could feel the need rising inside her. Her resistance soon crumbled. The pair of melted into each other, and fell to the floor a moment later.

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NOTE :
Yeah, it short chapter….

2393 words…

Introducing Ceres the fox-girl… searching through the japanese harem-tropes I think she falls squarely into the Dandere category… just google it if you are curious.

Chapter 48

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A week has gone by and the second tournament completed without a hitch. Similarly, all five of your gladiators won their matches with ease, and they are now past the first phase. Next week will be the semi-finals, followed by the finals. As to the situation with the impostor girl, she came up to you the next day pouty that you didn’t stop by her room. In truth, she is  more upset that no one at all had stopped by her room. This confuses her greatly.

“Not interested!” You declare, turning your head away from her.

“EH?” the fake seems genuinely shocked, as if being turned down is something that never happened to her before.

You give the woman a cold shoulder and leave her. This further enrages her. Shortly after, there is a spree of fake Ariel attempting to sleep with other men. It isn’t just Ariel, but rumors about your gladiators trying to sleep around with men spread through the mansion too. Their reputations are damaged, which irritates you, but the women themselves don’t seem to mind all that much and take it in stride. One advantage of all the women on this team being strong, independent types is they don’t succumb to pressure.

Well, all of them except Tiana. Tiana isn’t necessarily strong, and the hateful rumors that she is unfaithful make her quite sad. However, Tiana has experience with being ridiculed and mocked by nobles, so she has built an incredible resistance. She only cries at night, which started to irritate you, so you decide to sleep with her every night. However, after spending a week in each other’s arms, Tiana starts looking at you strangely with hearts in her eyes and this also irritates you, so there is no winning with this woman.

As to the identity of the woman impostor, you are certain that all of these clones are one person. As to that person’s true identity, you already could guess who they are. This doesn’t come from any sort of magic spell, if anything, their ability to copy others could be considered perfect. Even the memories of the person are emulated to a certain extent. Ariel’s memories are emulated up until just before you met her, and then continue on as if you’d never come. You can only see her past up to that extent, but fortunately she’s still a maiden from this body’s point of view. You hadn’t run into her while she was copying other women, but you suspect magic would be similarly useless if you tried with any of them.

As to using some kind of spell, and delving into her past, you also get nothing. It is as if this body only exists as Ariel from the point of the divergence. This body does not exist, seemingly, before the memories start diverging. You also try spy magic on her, to see her changing into her other forms. It seems like when she turns into her other form, the spy magic just stops. It is as if the body that is Ariel disappears, and a new body forms. It makes magic completely ineffective.

So… are we clear? Magic doesn’t work? Anyone else want to come up with some random way YOU would have used the magic so I can shoot that shit down? Anymore contrived plot holes you’ve decided exist because you understand this word’s magic better than the freaking author? I mean, I thought by saying magic didn’t work, you’d accept magic didn’t work, but apparently I have to individually explain every way magic doesn’t work now. So are you happy? Can we move on with this sex story?

Anyway, if you still haven’t figured out who the person is… let’s blue’s clues this bullshit.

• Grimhilde is familiar with them.
• Their name starts with ‘C’.
• They’re somewhat vengeful and cruel, one might even call them wrathful.
• They’re trying to screw with humans.
• Their physical appearance in intangible.

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Yeah… I’m sure you figured it out. Anyway, you’re now enjoying lunch with the rest of the nobles shortly before the third tournament starts. You’ve calmed down a bit since you wiped out the city. And while you’ve turned down numerous offers from married sluts wanting the ‘D’, you’re not angry anymore either.

“Actually, my wife and I have an announcement!” Reginald suddenly declares. “We just came back from a cleric and confirmed it. We’re pregnant!”

A lot of the nobles clap, but you frown as Selena is giving you a subtle look out of the corner of her eye as the men congratulate her husband.

“Well, since you announced it, I suppose I should speak up too. I also found out today that my wife Britney is pregnant!”

“Oh! Congratulations!” Reginald responds.

“I’m pregnant too!” Keri suddenly announces loudly with a blush.

“Ah, wife, you are? Well, this is wonderful! Clearly my seed is strong!” Her husband looks estatic and cheers.

“Hahaha! Love must truly be in the air of our mansion!” Reginald gives a toast.

As the three new fathers all celebrate by cracking open a bottle of wine, you can’t help but notice the three women keep shooting your looks with subtle smiles. Did Britney just wink at you?

“I wonder if I’m pregnant…” Hilary mutters, touching her stomach. “I am a little late…”

What? Why are your harem girls shooting you cold looks? This is purely a coincidence. It’s a coincidence, you say!

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The rest of the story was something I could already put together myself. Mom was too drunk to remember that night. She had no clue what had happened to her. Dad must have lied to her to cover up the truth. Maybe he found the tape later and kept it for god knows what reason. Mom thought she had stayed true to dad that night, and perhaps guilty about what happened, dad continued to stay with mom.

Dad wasn’t as monogamous of a man as mom thought. I believed that part of the rapist’s story. Perhaps when going monogamous, he pissed up some of his old flames whom he had promised a pregnancy and didn’t deliver. This might have even led to his death. The implications of this video were vast, and mom knew nothing about it.

“M-madison…” Those were the words that came from Hannah’s lips.

It was then that I realized another implication of this tape. Mom had told me that her first time got her pregnant, and that pregnancy would have been Madison. That meant that there was a good chance Madison wasn’t my true full sister. Perhaps dad had still slept with mom that night, but given his mood at the end of that video I didn’t believe it. Plus, Madison didn’t really look like me or Hannah. We said that she took after dad, but the two friends looked familiar, and it was a toss up who looked more like Madison.

“Madison will always be our sister.” I spoke the words to try to kill some of the awkward silence.

“D-do you mean it?” Hannah asked me nervously.

I nodded. “Of course.”

“G-good.”

For some reason I didn’t understand, Hannah let out a breath of relief, as if she was more worried about my approval than her own. This confused me a bit.

“Wh-why would you think I’d treat Madison differently?”

In truth, if Madison wasn’t my full sister, that only gave me the motivation to pursue her more. Although I enjoyed playing with my mom and sisters, I’m not someone prone to incest by default.

“Ah… well, half sisters are very common.” Hannah responded quietly, but when I raised an eyebrow she took a breath and continued. “Since there is only one man per thousand women, most children have the same father and a different mother. In a local school, it’s not uncommon for half of a school to consist of all half-siblings. Full siblings such as you and I are exceptionally rare. In fact, I don’t know any other siblings besides you, me and Mad-“

She stopped, realizing that Madison was no longer considered a full sibling. I also began to better understand why incest was less of a big deal in this world. Where everyone was a half-sister, you’d have to go out of your way to avoid it. In a world where men didn’t stick around with the child, all children were named after their mother. Half siblings were rarely raised together, and always considered them in terms of their mom’s family. Thus, in this world, a half-sibling is something almost completely ignored.

Madison didn’t simply become a half sibling, it was almost like becoming a complete stranger, no longer affiliated with me at all. Well, our situation was different. We shared the same mother, but two different fathers. That wasn’t as damning, but when it came to society, a half-sibling just carried less meaning than a full sibling. However, that wasn’t something that mattered to me. She was my sister. We had been raised together and undeniably shared the same mother.

“Di-did dad cheat on mom?” Hannah’s voice cracked, showing her own immaturity and youthfulness as she looked desperately towards me to make sense of what she had just seen.

“It… was before they started dating…” I explained slowly.

“Yeah… but still…”

“Even though dad had promised mom that if she remained loyal, he’d be with her, that didn’t mean he himself needed to be loyal. He still had the same responsibilities of before, impregnating five women a month. So naturally, he wouldn’t shirk on those duties until after he knew mom’s intentions.” I explained while grabbing Hannah’s shoulder and wiping a tear coming down her cheek. “There will be a day when I’ll need to do the same…”

“Eh?” Hannah immediately gave me a surprised and scared look, so I immediately patted her on the head.

“Just because I need to fulfill my duties, doesn’t mean I’ll think any less of Hannah. You’re still my sister. I love you. That will never change.”

The words caused Hannah to settle down, her eyes closing as she enjoyed me patting her head. She truly was simple in many ways. Meanwhile, my heart was more turbulent. The words I had just spouted were selfishness on my part, using dad’s indiscretions to further my own desires. I was preparing my sister for a future in the harem I wanted to build. That’s why I said those words. In truth, finding out dad cheated on mom while testing her shook my image of father greatly. Even though I knew in my heart I’d never have the willpower to remain loyal to a single woman in this world, knowing my father didn’t either destroyed a bit of my confidence.

However, I told myself in my heart that I would never become like that other guy, completely uncaring about women or the consequences of fucking them. I didn’t want to leave behind a long line of babies I never met. I didn’t want to bang women until they got pregnant and then moved on to the next. I wanted relationships that would last. Perhaps that is why I was so caught up on my family. Mom’s warnings had gotten to me more than I wanted to admit, and this video confirmed my fears. The world out there was truly harsh.

“That video… we should…” I was going to say destroy it, but I felt a bit of hesitation.

If we destroyed the video, it would assure that Madison and Mom never saw the video. This was a good thing. However, the man on the video, the man who knew my father. I didn’t trust my memory so much that I believed I’d be able to track him down five years from now. I needed this video as proof. Perhaps there was a day when I should tell Madison the truth. Perhaps it could strengthen our relationship? Perhaps she’d want to meet her true father. Even though he was a rapist, this world saw pregnancy differently, and by extension, rape that ended in pregnancy almost cancelled each other out on the spectrum of morality. That’s the kind of world this was. To many of this world, this man did nothing wrong.

“I’ll… keep it safe…” It was Hannah who pulled it from the VS and then held it close to her chest like a precious artifact.

I could only nod. In many ways, I didn’t really have privacy of my own. The maids and my mother had free reign of my room, which had no locks. It came with the cost of being a male. I had very little to no freedom. Therefore, Hannah, who was allowed some autonomy and knew more about this world was a better choice to hold on this dangerous item.

The pair of us didn’t stay sitting in the library alone for long. The pink moments that could lead to making out or even sex were long gone. Hannah had a worried crease on her forehead as she likely fretted about her sister. Personally, I didn’t know what to think. I felt mostly exhausted just thinking about the whole situation.

Hannah looked at me like she wanted to say something, but in the end she merely stood up, nodded to me, and left. I returned to my room and ate lunch. Later that night, a maid invited me to dinner and my birthday party. The dinner was a veal cutlet with dumplings, and afterwards mom gave me the cake she had been working on. As for Hannah, she didn’t show up to the birthday party at all. I understood a bit of it. It was difficult keeping a smiling face while watching mom try her best, especially after learning the truth.

Mom was a clueless victim in many ways. Her firstborn child belonged to another man. Her virginity was lost to a stranger. Her husband had lied to her for years about it. That’s not even to mention the fact that he had affairs with other women. These affairs might have even taken place up until his death. After all, a woman becoming jealous and murdering him seemed more likely if sex was involved, although this could be the old world me thinking about all those spousal murder shows on TV.

Had I not been an adult in my mind, I likely wouldn’t have been able to fake my expression. However, I had worked for bosses I hated and been forced to keep secrets I didn’t want to before. Suffice it to say, it was enough to keep my face schooled in front of my mother. The atmosphere still turned weird though, especially as mom brought out the cake.

My birthday celebration was an intimate affair between just mom and me. Not even the maids stood present, and there were no candles or songs. She just brought out the cake and smiled at me, looking for praise. As to mom herself, she was surprisingly decked out. She wore full makeup. Her hair had been done up since this morning. On top of that, she wore a cute dress. It was certainly attire that fit better for a valentine’s day date than a birthday celebration with your thirteen year old son.

I cut a piece of cake, and tried it. Mom was no baker, and the cake was a bit dry. However, it was a good attempt.

“It’s good.” I gave her a smile.

My attempt to fool mom must not have been as good as I expected. Mom’s eyes creased in worry at my apparent lack of excitement. Perhaps she worried I didn’t like the cake. In truth, I just didn’t have much of an appetite right now. After eating half of the piece of cake, I was done. If I was a real thirteen year old, I’d probably eat six slices, but for an adult me, the cake was a little sweet and felt like ashes in my stomach.

“H-honey?” Mom looked down at me nervously, her body fidgeting.

I was worrying mother, and the worst part is that I couldn’t do anything about it. “Yes, mom?”

“I was thinking… since you’re done… perhaps, you’d like to go out the garden with mommy?”

The me from the previous day would have been ecstatic by this offer. Walking through the garden with a beautiful woman, I could take advantage and even push her down on a bed of flowers. However, as soon as such thoughts came, there was the flash of a drunken sixteen year old mom on a bed, cum leaking down her pussy as she moaned incoherently. The thought put me down, but I couldn’t get the vision out of my head.

“I’m sorry… I’m feeling a little tired. I’m going to go to bed.” I couldn’t meet mom’s eyes as I said it.

“O-oh… okay… whatever you want, honey.” Mom’s expression dropped and she looked away awkwardly.

My heart tinged, but I really couldn’t face mom right now. What I had seen was too fresh in my mind. I just needed a night. Tomorrow, I would have my mind set, and then I’d make it up to mother. I’d do whatever mom wanted! I just needed some time.

I retreated back to my bedroom, my heart feeling pained but not entirely sure why. I wish Madison would come. Somehow, I felt like if Madison was there, I’d feel better. This thought surprised me, since my relationship with Madison wasn’t close. She came and sucked me off every night, but we never chatted. She never even smiled at me. Yet, suddenly, I desperately wanted to embrace her. When did those feelings start?

I was lying in bed as I thought this, but after two hours passed by, I realized that sleep wasn’t coming. I didn’t feel like masturbating either, which was always an alternative way to help me go to sleep. It wasn’t just the fact that Madison wasn’t coming tonight. It was everything. That movie had been my first outside glimpse of this world. What I saw worried me. This world in the mansion was a bubble, and for the first time, I was afraid that bubble would pop.

There was a knock on my door and I spoke up after a few moments. “Come in?”

I was briefly hopeful Madison had returned and planned to satisfy me, but I knew that hope was unlikely, as Madison never waited for me to answer before barging in. More than likely, I assumed it’d be a maid. So, I was surprised enough to sit up and gawk as my mother stepped into the room shyly, closing the door behind her.

I had a small desk lamp on, so even though the room was dark, I could still make out my mother’s features. She still wore the makeup, and she still had her hair up, however, her clothing had changed. Instead of a dress, she wore lingerie. It was a black, frilly thing that accentuated her butt and boobs well. It was very sexy, the kind of thing that would have me pushing her down in an instant.

However, when the flash of that image appeared in my mind, I was ready to push her out of my room instead. That’s when I truly saw her face. Mom had a worried look, and her eyes were watery to the point where it looked like she was about to cry. Her entire body was shaking, and she looked somewhat nervous. I immediately grew concerned, since this was not the type of appearance mom ever showed. Mom was always so sure and confident. Even when I had made her do bad things, she approached them with her sleeves raised and a can-do attitude. So, when had she suddenly become so timid and meek?

It was then that the truth came crashing home. My behavior tonight has been cold and distant. Mom… no… I should say Morgan… was just a woman. I hadn’t realized it before, but mom and I had had a sexual relationship for nearly a month now. Naturally, this started to change the way mom saw me. I was becoming less a mere son, and more the man who held her heart. Mom was scared of losing me, perhaps not as a son, but as a lover. I could see the fear in her eyes. It was the fear of rejection. It was a look that tugged at my heartstrings, because it was one similar to my own upon divorcing my wife.

It might be strange for a mother to lose confidence and become worried that their son might spurn them, but our relationship had grown passed that point. Whether I wanted to or not, I had made myself mom’s emotional pillar. In her eyes, I was her everything.

Who the hell cared what dad did before I was even born? Who cared about this other guy? Who the hell cared about mom’s dark past, and such silly secrets? I had been so stupid, shunning this beautiful sexy woman simply because of a stupid hangup in my mind. I had dismissed the love we shared and pushed away this vulnerable, needy woman who just wanted to be held by the man she loved. That man was me now, I had made it that way. In my own childishness, I had failed to rise to that need. Fortunately, there was still time to fix it.

“You’re beautiful.” The words popped out of my mouth as I eyed this sexy woman up and down.

“Ah!” Mom made a cute noise, blushing, a moment later a sudden tear falling down her cheek.

“Mom?” I moved to the edge of my bed.

“Oh! I-it’s fine honey, just something in my eye, you don’t need to-“

I didn’t need to, but I wanted her more now than before. I had been treating mom up to now like a conquest. She was a game and a means to an end. In essence, I was treating her like a mom. I was the selfish child just taking what I wanted. My brain thought things like, whatever I gave her, she would take it without complaint. She was my mom, after all, she was obligated to love me and handle whatever I threw at her. However, the truth was I genuinely started to feel things for this woman. It was beyond motherly love.

“I love you…” I said, walking up to and embracing mom, causing her to grow even more flustered in my arms.

“Honey… I… I love you too.” Mom couldn’t come up with anything else to say, and instead melted in my arms.

I pulled her back to my bed, pushing mom down on it and climbing on top of her. Mom looked back up at me with a gentle expression, her face blushing, but with her experience she was much less shy than my sisters, who would turn away or struggle. Mom had already accepted me in her heart completely. She put up no resistance as my lips met with hers.

As I kissed her, my dick grew hard, and with the feel of it pressing against her, mom began to grow horny. She pushed my lips off of hers, gasping for breath.

“Please, honey, stick it inside me. I want your thing inside me.”

“You want your son’s cock? Do you want your son to fuck his mother?” I asked grinning.

Mom’s face flushed pink and she gave a pouty expression. “Where did you learn such lewd words…? …naughty boy…”

“You got to say it, mom, tell me what you want.” I continued to tease mom.

She had given me head this morning, and after the emotional rollercoaster from dinner and the feel of my cock pressing against her now, mom was exceptionally horny. Thus, even though I was teasing her so, mom was unable to resist any longer.

“You…” Mom tried to admonish me, but her own sexual excitement had already passed the point of propriety. “Please… son, stick your big cock inside mommy. Please, fuck mommy hard until she moans your name!”

“Pervert…” I responded with a grin.

After all, saying such things to a thirteen year old boy, what else could it be. Mom only turned her head shamefully.

“Y-yes… mommy is a big pervert. Please, teach this perverted mother a lesson. Please, give me your cock. Please…”

Mom’s eyes started to water, clearly starting to beg as I opened up the floodgates of her lust. Unable to watch mom debase herself any longer, I reached a hand down and pushed her panties aside, revealing her pinkish slit, moist with her lust. Pushing my cock against it, it popped inside her with ease. A second later I was inside mom, my hips thrusting inside her.

“Ah… yes… baby… ah… I feel it inside me. Baby, I needed this.”

“I love you!” I said, panting while I thrust into her.

“I love you too, baby, please keep going. Keep giving mommy your cock. Only mommy can have you. This is mommy’s cock.” Mom moaned as I fucked her, continually reminding herself that she was fucking her son seeming to enhance her sexual pleasure, not take away from it.

To be honest, it did it for me too. Even though I started to see mom as a woman now, and a lover deserving of my time and affection, she was also my mom. There was a thrill about this extreme taboo that made me incredibly excited. I was so excited, in fact, that I picked up the pace, my hips thrusting quickly and wetly into mom’s incredible feeling snatch.

I’m not some sexual savant though, so with the feel of mom’s hefty chest pressed against mine, her tight pussy clamping around my cock, her constant lewd words of encouragement, and her hands running over my body while she occasionally kissed me… it quickly brought me to my limit.

“I’m cumming mommy.” I moaned.

“Yes! Cum in mommy! Cum in your perverted mother!” Mom moaned, arching her back as my cock hit her in just the right spot.

Her hands squeezed my shoulders as she came against my cock, which was spurting hot seed into her pussy. After a few squirts, I finally collapsed on top of mom. Mom was still panting under me, and my head found a place nestled within her hot, sweaty boobs. As my cock softened, I could feel her pussy still climaxing around it, each squeeze slowly pushing the soft thing out until if finally fell out of mom’s snatch. Like that, I remained on top of mom.

The pair of us remained naked the rest of the night. At one point, I regained stamina and we started anew. However, having already cum just prior, I wasn’t able to keep it up. I was able to make mom cum one more time, but my cock kept growing soft inside of mom, keeping me from any hard pounding action. She even used her hand and stroked my cock, but in the end, we had to give up.

What can I say, I’m not some ero novel protagonist. I don’t have a twelve inch dick that can go fifteen rounds. I get tired, and I sometimes struggle to remain erect, no matter how erotic the woman is. That’s simply the nature of life. I’m only thirteen and still growing, so naturally my body doesn’t always work the way I want it to.

“My little boy was incredible.” Mom purred. “You make mommy so happy…”

Kissing me on the forehead, mom stroked my soft penis with one hand and my hair with the other, while speaking comforting words. She wasn’t the least bit sad that I couldn’t go again. In fact, she was incredibly happy just to be holding me. That was the part about mom that beat any other woman. Mom would never judge me or expect more out of me than I could provide. Mom accepted me entirely. I didn’t need to be a super stud. Just being with me was enough to make mom happy and satisfied. There was no pressure to be more than this. Truly, banging my mom is the best!

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Chapter 47

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You start rewinding time. As to your conversation with Ariel, you decide to leave it, allowing her to remember it. Somehow, you feel like this particular piece of vulnerability your lovely Ariel witnesses isn’t something you should take away from her. Everything else though, everything else needs to go. The fiery crater that was once the city turns back into the capital. The soldiers come back to life and leave the room. The king walks away.

Ariel’e eyes open, the fearful woman who no longer looks the slightest like your own Ariel in your eyes rises back to life. How did you ever think the two were similar? They are nothing alike. It’d be like confusing Ariel with Kida. They are simply two different women, and this one happens to be a hateful bitch who needs to be punished. The sky returns to blue, and the shaking ceases.

The nobles came back to life, and you feel like you don’t even need to turn away as they fuck fake Ariel in reverse. This is just some skank getting wrecked by some small-dicked men. What is there to bother the likes of you? So, you watch the scene dissinterestedly, but still keep rewinding. The nobles have openly come a few minutes before you were invited to meet her. Clearly, this bitch wanted you to catch her this way. As to why, you still don’t have the answer, but it is only a matter of time.

You keep casting until the nobles are fully dressed. They walk out of the room backwards and head off in separate directions. Ariel is now in the room alone, having not been violated by two nobles yet. You walk out her door and close it, finally starting the timeline anew. You didn’t rewind to before she had sex to do something like protect her purity. You suspect that this skank has long ago lost any semblance of that. Instead, you merely rewind things to make it a little funner for yourself.

“Eh? You’re the Outland’s lord? What are you doing in front of Princess Ariel’s…” One of the nobles comes down the hallway and sees you.

“She invited me to have sex with her… you too?” you respond directly.

“Ah! She really did something like that?”

“You guys too?” Another noble walks up. “Oh man, to think the supposed innocent princess would really invite three men to her room at the same time.”

“Well… she is quite beautiful. If you men are willing, I don’t think I’d be able to get this chance again in some time. My wife died a few years ago, and she always made sure to hire ugly maids, so the thought of a beauty like the princess certainly excites me.”

The other guy is already nodding thoughtfully, apparently not being too bother by being tricked into a foursome. As long as the girl is pretty enough, you guess some guys will do anything for sex. Well… not anything. There does seem to be one universal limit that always sends certain guys like these running away.

“Actually, I came a little early.” You say mischievously. “As it turns out, our good princess Ariel is so horny because she’s been visited by her Aunt.”

“Her… aunt you say?” The men gives you a confused look.

“Yes… Aunt Flow… as it were… I mean to say she’s on her period. Apparently, it’s quite heavy. I had to leave the room for a bit because the smell was so thick. However, I’m sure you guys are okay with a little… okay… a lot of blood, right?”

“H-her period!” One man mumbles in shock.

“B-blood?” The other shakes his head. “Sorry, I get nauseous with blood. You’re on your own, guys.”

The man turns around and almost flees away as quickly as he came.

“A-actually, I just remembered I promised my wife some alone time!” The other man turns and also leaves in a flash.

You let out a chuckle as you suddenly find yourself as the only man in the hallway. You wave your hand, sending a magical undetectable curse on the pseudo-Ariel. It is a curse not unlike the one you had used on the maids and is still functioning on Nala. It’d prevent this Ariel from gaining any sexual pleasure on her own. It also is a man repellent. Men wouldn’t be repulsed by her, per say, but they would always find reasons to keep their distance. Basically, with the wave of a hand, Ariel is turned into a helpless Pariah unable to get any from anyone.

“Let the games begin…” you mutter as you walk away from the room, leaving an unsuspecting victim behind.

…..

“I’ll be needing to borrow this.” Ariel say, swiping something from the kitchen.

“Okay?” Jasmine could only make a surprised comment as Ariel walks in and then immediately out. “What did Ariel need with that?”

A moment later, Ariel bursts into Mulan’s room.

“A-ariel! Please… no! I can’t… If you ever loved me! I mean… oh, thank Pun you’re not wearing a strapon!” Mulan immediately relaxes seeing that Ariel isn’t “armed”.

“Mulan! I need you to become a dragon and take me somewhere!”

“Haaaah?” Mulan gives an incredulous look. “I’m only Master’s! Do you think this great dragon is just here to run errands for master’s bitches?”

“No… but it’s really important!” Ariel declares, but when Mulan seems unmoved she puts on a sadistic grin. “Plus… if Mulan doesn’t give this bitch a ride, I’ll tell Mushu that you like it when –“

The last part is whispered in Mulan’s ears until she gasps with her eyes widened. “No! You mustn’t tell her that! If Mushu knew, my chastity would be destroyed… even more!”

“Then, I need to get to the Capital as soon as possible!” Ariel declares.

Mulan sighs. “The Capital? What’s in the Capital? It’ll take me nearly two weeks to fly over there, I’m not as fast as that Airship that can fly 24/7.”

“There is an imposter bitch who needs to be taken care of.” Ariel shrugs.

“An imposter and a bitch?” Mulan muses.

“No… I’m the bitch… this one is just an imposter. There can only be one bitch, and she’s right here!”

“…” Mulan shakes her head speechlessly. “What are you planning to do?”

“Ah… just what hero can’t. It’s not his place to kill her… because that’s my job!” Ariel’s eyes flash as she pulls out the kitchen knife she had taken earlier.

Soon, the pair of them take off from the mansion, with Ariel riding on Mulan’s back. Mulan shivers at the scary look in Ariel’s eye as she sharpens her kitchen knife. She feels like she is becoming an accomplice to a crime. As if reading her mind, Ariel gives a dark smile.

“We make a good duo! Righting the wrongs of the world, wiping out one netorare skank at a time, we need a name…” Ariel says thoughtfully. “Ooo… I got it. From now on, let’s be called Bitch Princess and Tiny Red!

“You’ve already named us!? And who’s a tiny!” The dragon roars as the two fly off into the sunset.

 

Will Ariel and Mulan make it to the Capital in time? Will Mulan ever receive the respect she deserves? Is Ariel going to cut a bitch? Ahem… I mean impostor bitch, please put the knife down Ariel. Is this side story even going to go anywhere? Find out next week on the Adventures of Bitch Princess and Tiny Red! Same ero website, same ero time!

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Chapter 46

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We road on for a long time. The pace the Lord General put his army through was astonishing to me. However, no one seemed to complain. Whether this was the stamina of a demon army or Typhon’s particular blend of training… I didn’t know. What I did know is that my ass was incredibly sore by the time we finally slowed to camp, and at that point, he only ordered a stop because the trail had become too dark to navigate safely.

I was taken off of General Typhon’s steed and he stepped down and walked away as if I wasn’t even there. This left me standing awkwardly to the side as the horse was led away by a soldier. Other soldiers continued to set up the camp, building tents. The General himself walked around, surveying the job, occasionally taking a soldier aside and speaking with him quietly. The men were trained, and there were no disputes or disturbances.

The slave traders I had traveled with before were much less reserved. They would argue over who had to cook and who had to do the chores. They’d occasionally bicker and get into fights. These kinds of activities didn’t seem to be tolerated in General Typhon’s army. A single look was enough to stop any soldier from acting inappropriate. Soon, campfires were started and good was brought out. It seemed like some kind of broth soup was being made with meat and a few vegetables.

My stomach started to growl as I saw the meals being prepared before me, but every time I tried to approach any of the campfires, I immediately received cold looks. At one point, I looked off into the dark forest, thinking that I could bolt and finally obtain my freedom. Even the General likely didn’t know how much freedom my collar afforded me. It no longer had the ability to force me to do anything, but as soon as I revealed that to be true, I’d give up my trump card.

In the end, I didn’t bolt for the forest and hope for the best. It wasn’t because I had no clue where were and was just as likely to starve or be raped to death in the forest as successfully find a town. It wasn’t because I had the collar on, and even if I was found again, as long as the collar was stuck on my neck, I might as well have a Scarlet letter, as I would forever be recognized as a slave. No, the reason I remained in the camp is that no matter which direction I looked, I found a tent with a man place conspicuously in a spot where I’d be seen. A glare caught my eyes, and a glance at a nearby tree found an archer up on a branch, carefully watching. The camp was tightly protected, and even though they were defending from outside threats, I saw no way I could escape.

“You, lass, you better be getting in the Lord’s tent before he’s done or you’ll be getting the lashes.” A gruff voice came to my side.

I turned to see an ugly squashed man with a nose that had looked to have been broken a dozen times. He was gnarled and hunched over, and I had to wonder why he was even here in an army. Given his looks, he didn’t seem like the type that could keep up the pace. Well, at the moment, I could barely keep up the pace myself, and I rode a horse. Had I been forced to march, I could only imagine giving out within an hour and being dragged the rest of the way. I probably wouldn’t have lived.

“Thank you.” I gave him a gentle smile, trying to gain at least one ally in the army, and figuring an ugly man might be more amenable to a girl’s charm.

“Hmm… if you weren’t the lords, that smile would like to get you raped in this army.” The man snorted while shaking his head.

“Can you rape the willing?” I said back while touching my lip. “I wouldn’t mind it if I was in the arms of a strong man like you.”

Rather than blushing or growing flustered, the man gave a wry look. “You remind me of the honeyed tongue of the girls in the Night District in the Capital. I always pay twice as much as I planned and get half as much as I was promised. Even if I was tempted, touching the Generals slave is death in this camp. You get on, the tent is over there, the big one.”

I nodded and gave him another sweet smile before turning away and leaving. Of course, I noticed his mood had improved and he was walking with a bit of a straighter back. No man could resist his mood improving by having a beautiful girl flirt with him. Even knowing she wants something out of him, it’s simply human nature to crave the attention of a beauty. I was merely capitalizing on this to improve the camp’s view of me.

{Manipulation has increased to Level 18.}

This… I’m on the right path. To see my status start to increase at this point? I had spent so much time manipulating my way into the good graces of the Cambions, that I had felt that my Manipulation should have been increasing drastically from the get-go. However, I had remained stagnated for way too long. Was it because my time with the Cambions was more akin to giving up? I was trying to submit to the Cambion culture, integrate myself into their lives. Was it something like that? Now, that I tried to take some control, I was rewarded?

I still didn’t understand this world and how it worked. I supposed if it was an easy world to understand, then everyone would be OP. Since skills feel so subjective and randomized, my only real advantage could be taken by my skill points and access to randomized skills. Should I consider stocking points and using them to max out standard skills? Well, the next time I level, I want to experiment on seeing if I can evolve special skills.

As I considered these thoughts, I ended up in a large tent. It was nothing like the semi-permanent lavish tent that Denova once inhabited. It was minimalistic, with a rollout of a futon-like bed, and a hastily set up table, which was either for eating meals or strategizing troop movements. Either way, there wasn’t much else to the tent, which was only about twice the size of the tents that were shared between 2-3 men for everyone else in the camp.

I had barely managed to settle myself down when the flap opened and General Typhon himself walked in. He took a single glance at me and then moved over to a packing leaning against one of the support beings. It included his saddlebags as well as a pack full of other stuff, likely brought over by one of his servants, although I hadn’t seen any of them working. Perhaps that was the role of the servant, to remain unseen.

“You didn’t prepare dinner for me.” The man said as he rummaged through his back before standing and giving me a glare.

His eyes scared me slightly, even though they didn’t seem to be angry. It was simply that they were intense, and gave me a feel once again like he knew everything about me from a simple glance. I could only shake my head and look down with a feigned guilty look.

“No matter, it looks like you didn’t get yourself a meal either. You are untrained, so I don’t expect much at the moment. You will be starved tonight as punishment. Please make sure you are fed and a hot meal is prepared for me before daybreak.” He spoke without any emotion as if he was merely relaying orders.

Any feelings of being put off by his abrupt attitude were forced down. In this world, I was nothing but a slave. I could only force down any kind of resistance.

“Understood, my lord,” I stated in a meek and repentant voice.

Typhon nodded as if this was the expected response, and then began pulling off his clothing. He didn’t hesitate to rip off his shirt and soon he was standing before me naked. I could only raise an eyebrow as I appraised his body. He was fit and muscular, with strong muscles and a toned body with hair only in the right places. His skin was dark and chiseled, but perhaps the most noticeable thing was the extreme number of scars that marred his body. It was the only thing that kept him from looking like an Adonis.

Typhon walked passed me without saying a word, falling on the bed face first. “Start with the shoulders.”

I snapped out of it, realizing that Typhon wanted me to massage him. As surprising as it was, I had never actually massaged anyone before. To me, it always felt like a prelude to sex. If you were going to be intimately touching someone, you might as well be having sex with them. It was no surprise to me that so many massage parlors were secretly brothels. Using your body to make someone else’s body

However, since I was a slave, I had no choice but to summon up everything I’d seen and heard of involving massaging people. My hands began to work his neck, and I quickly found myself surprised at how hard he was. I didn’t know if this was a demonic trait, or something belonging to muscular and fit men. Denova was strong, but he was still a man who enjoyed in leisure. The same could be said about Devon and the other princes. The closest thing to Denova that I had ever seen is probably the Minotaur.

“Mm… harder!” Typhon snapped, causing me to jump a little from my thoughts.

I started putting my back into it harder and harder. It ended up being quite exhausting. It wasn’t considered sex, so my stamina didn’t seem to kick in to save me. Instead, I just had to use my body weight to apply enough pressure to push against his muscles. As I worked, I began to take notice of the contours of his body. Muscles had a logic to them. I wasn’t big into biology, but I knew enough to know that certain muscles grew in certain ways and resulted in certain mechanical movements. As I considered this concept, a notice rung in my head.

{You have increase Massage to Level 1.}

“Ah!” I let out a surprised cry as both my hands were grabbed at the wrist.

Typhon had turned and grabbed me and was now looking at me intensely. I gave a startled expression and desperately thought back to if I had done anything to make him angry. I actually thought I was doing an okay job so far, so I was little taken aback that he had stopped me.

“Now, take off your clothes.” He commanded, rolling over.

As he rolled over, his dick, which was considerably above average, sprung up, zigzagging back and forth before standing straight with vitality. The man himself let go of my wrists and lied back, clearly expecting me to take it from there. I could barely fight back a grin as I look down at his erect penis and began ripping off my clothing.

Finally, I had reached something that sat within my comfort zone!

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I totally fell asleep at the desk… ended up writing 10000 characters with my cheek. XD.

Anyway… (3/3). Praise me.

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