Chapter 13

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“So, I guess you’ll be taking my virginity next?” Rapunzel asks on the last full day of the voyage.

“Eh? Why do you think that?” You ask.

“Huh? B-but… the last few nights you’ve enjoyed every woman. Doesn’t that mean I’m next?”

“Aren’t you just a squirrel monster?” You respond.

Rapunzel’s eyes immediately tear up as she looks at you in surprise. “I… I thought… but… you own me?”

“I told you before, you’re Elena’s pet. I’m using you for this fight, but I never agreed to take you into my harem or anything. What does a rodent-like you add that I don’t get from everyone else?”

“Eh? B-but…. I’m perky!” The squirrel girl juts out her small chest to no effect as she declares this, “P-plus… I’ll do anything, no matter how degrading or filthy.”

“So will Tiana…”

“But, I licked your butthole!”

“Tiana’s done it…” You shrug.

“B-but… will Tiana do…” Rapunzel prances up to your ear and whispers quietly.

“Yeah, she’s done that…”

“Even that!” Rapunzel jumps back in surprise. “Well, even if she has, I’ve heard the way she talks to owner, doesn’t that piss you off? Wouldn’t you rather have someone who treats you with adoration and respect?”

“What’s the fun in that?” You shrug.

Admittedly, it would be nice if Tiana wasn’t so damn annoying, but she’s a blonde elf noble with no limits. That hits so many demographics that you can’t give it up. Plus, for a noble, she’s surprisingly low maintenance. You think this while glancing at her doghouse. If Tiana knew what you’re thinking, she would probably cry.

“Boss…” Daisy suddenly spoke up. “If it’s a matter of sex, we tried to come in your room earlier but the door was locked. Your maids are happy to service you any time you need it. ANY time… just ask!”

Both girls look slightly fidgety, their faces flushed and their thighs twisting uncomfortably like they need to pee. Of course, it isn’t the bathroom they need, it is your dick. The game is proceeding nicely. They are horny quicker than expected, but this is because the previous night Sylvia had broken down and tried to touch herself. However, after fifteen minutes of vigorous rubbing, she couldn’t do anything but get more aroused. This arousal naturally was distributed to her three sisters, and now all of them are sexually frustrated.

“I’m good right now.” You respond with an innocent smile. “But when I need it, I’ll call you.”

Both Daisy and Dinah wear pained expressions on their faces but wisely chose not to push it, especially with Sebastian nearby. Meanwhile, Kida, Snow White, Merida, Mushu, and even Tiana all wear relaxed expressions on their faces. Each of the girls had gotten to spend some one-on-one time with you, and are deeply satisfied. Particularly Kida, Mushu, Merida, and Snow White have taken fond memories from this trip and each have fallen slightly more in love with you in their own way. Kida has unabashedly given you her heart and body. Merida has had her greatest erotic fantasy filled by you. Mushu has learned to be a less selfish lover and give you more of her attention, and Snow White has resolved herself to remain submissive to you. Not bad for a week-long journey.

The rest of the trip goes smoothly with you merely relaxing while the girls all wonder who’ll be next to share your bed. Even the girls that got it recently start to grow a little thirsty as they watch you chilling on the deck of the ship with an uncharacteristic lack of pussy being violated. As it turns out, you planned to fuck nobody. As the baka maids once again try to get into your room and fail. The claimed they were their to clean your room, but when Sebastian heard this he naturally forced the maids to be responsible for cleaning the rooms of everyone onboard. This naturally included the bed Kida had destroyed and the sex-soaked sheets of Snow White, Merida, and Kida.

“Right now, I wish he’d fuck me right through a bed.” Daisy fidgets as she collects pieces of the bed.

“Don’t say it, it already smells like sex in here, I’m going crazy. Only an adventurer could take such a brutal pounding, but I can’t help but envy her, even if I died in the attempt.”

The baka maids clearly misunderstood your night with Kida, but either way, the intoxicating smell of cum and pussy and other signs of hard sex mixed with their cuckholding spell. By the time the girls were done, even the slightest breeze caused them to shiver and they had to keep changing their panties until they ran out because they were so wet.

As a final trap, you left a dildo sitting on Rapunzel’s dresser while she was out of the room. Naturally, the maids were slotted to clean the room. As predicted, the maids who at this point could barely follow Sebastian’s orders because of their constant thoughts about sex, swiped the item for use later. That night, you snicker as you watch the girls desperately try to satisfy themselves with the dildo, only to end up even more sexually frustrated than before.  Afterward, Dinah even banged on your door desperately until Sebastian caught her disturbing the master and beat her bottom. In the end, all four girls went to sleep with a pillow between their knees rocking desperately.

And when you said watched, you meant it. The collars themselves didn’t have a viewfinder function, but they did have a locator, and the rest of your magical abilities could do the rest. So, you spend your last night on the airship checking up on your other harem members. Yes, checked up, this isn’t spying! You’re just doing your duty as the faithful harem master to make sure your girls are comfortable and happy.

Pocahontas is just reading something while patting her belly, which now looked to be about four months pregnant as is showing. Belle is watching a porno while using two dildos on herself. It takes you a moment to realize that the “porno” is actually a live feed. As to the feed, it goes into your red room! Belle has apparently taken to the audio-visual equipment at the porn store, and set up her own spy center! It has feeds into every girls room, the bathrooms, and even your own master bedroom! Wait, is there a bookcase full of recorded DVDs? Belle is becoming a grade S pervert!

As to what was happening in the red room, Ariel has tricked her mother into it and is now using a riding crop on her poor mom. Normally, you’d approve, but you see that Belle isn’t the only audience. Anna and Elsa are also watching the BDSM show from a magic spell not unlike your own. You are magically spying on the girls magically spying on their mom having sex with her daughter! When the girl’s start trying to emulate what they see between their mom and big sister, you switch alter their magic and switch the feed over to more kid-friendly programming.

That is to say, missionary sex, maybe with some doggie thrown in. You want your girls growing up normal, after all, so they need to be exposed to the proper ways a man and woman should have sex. Naturally, the source of these images are recordings of you with the various women of the harem. Okay, your recordings are different from Belle’s recordings, because they are recovered post-coitus magically with magic and that makes it okay! The two girls seem entranced watching you pound their mother (Merida) in the pussy, so you give a satisfied nod at parenting well done before checking on the others.

When you switch to Ursula, you are caught off guard, because she is masturbating too! However, the thing she is masturbating to is a picture of you!

“Mmm… prince…” She lets out a little purr, her eyes closed.

You stay to watch Ursula do it for a while. It’s not as wild of a scene as Ariel with a riding crop, but something about the chubby virgin Ursula thinking of you while touching herself feels much more intimate. You use your hands and masturbate to Ursula masturbating to you, thus completing the circle. Once you orgasm, blocking the cumshot for convenience sake, you check on the other girls. Medusa is just writing some kind of letter, so you pay her no mind. Mulan is organizing her shiny baubles in her room, clearly happier with her sister gone. Your vision stops on Nala.

She’s sitting in her bed, and in her hand is a large cucumber. No! What’s she going to do with that? Looking around suspiciously, she checks to make sure her door is locked and then hikes down her panties.

That cucumber came from Jasmine’s pantry! You can’t allow this to continue! You cast a spell, a sudden thump near Nala causes her to jump three feet up. She looks around worriedly, but her eyes suddenly fall on a dildo. Naturally, you just made the dildo appear. Nala has no clue how it got there, but she picks up the thing that is a similar size to the cucumber with curiosity. Holding both the dildo and the cucumber in her hand, her eyes shooting from one to the other, back and forth. A second later, she tosses the dildo back on the bed and lifts her leg for the cucumber.

“F&#*@^&*#^&!!!” You have no words.

With the snap of your fingers, Nala gets a dose of the “best orgasm ever” spell you had used on Ariel and Mulan so long ago. Nala shudders, holding herself between her legs, but fortunately, the cucumber is saved. You give her two more of them for good measure, and two minutes later when Nala finally recovers, she glances at the cucumber with an almost disappointed look before putting it away. You start to breath easier, but then you notice she’s putting it in her bedside stand for later! Mr. Cucumber’s days are numbered!

This is the behavior you had hoped you had fucked out of her. Apparently, a good fucking wasn’t enough to remove Nala’s weird kink! You cast a spell on Nala like the one on the maids. She won’t be able to satisfy herself on vegetables. You’re not as cruel as you are to the maids. The dildo will actually do the job. In fact, you make it so the dildo is twice as effective! You need to reward good behavior after all! Nala must be properly trained! Ariel is taking the riding crop to the wrong woman!

After cutting off the vision of Nala, you decide you have enough of your harem for the night. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. You end up having a fitful nightmare involving giant phallic vegetables attacking your girls. As soon as you cut one down, another would rise. Perhaps you should have just fucked Rapunzel tonight after all.

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Chapter 12

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As if a sure kill technique would be a danger for you. You quickly catch her wrist, pulling the knife from her hand like you are disarming a small child. In your confusion, Snow White manages to twist her arm out of your grip and leap away, ending up crouched on her bed, ready to attack or defend at a moment’s notice.

“What the fuck is that about?” You demand angrily, causing the knife to disintegrate into dust with a thought.

“Hmph!” Snow White turns her head, but her face doesn’t hold anger or hatred, instead an expression of thoughtfulness and approval. “You’ve spent so long just lazing around the mansion in debauchery, even after being defeated by that apostle, I thought you might be growing weak.”

You give a snort. “Well, you have a funny way of testing me. What if I hadn’t caught that knife?”

Snow White shrugs. “Then you’d have died, and you wouldn’t be qualified to mate with me any longer.”

Truth be known, had her knife struck true, it’d have shattered against your skin. Strictly speaking, not only had your body not decreased from your life of debauchery, you’ve actually grown impossibly powerful. Catching her knife looks more impressive. However, the move is completely impulsive, you certainly have never taught yourself to catch knives. She casted her magic breaker skill at the same moment she struck, which gave you an extra heads up to react on time. Of course, your current body doesn’t need to use magic in the slightest.

Not that her breaker magic could hurt you much anymore in terms of combat strength. In the same way that Medusa and Ursula summoned a puppet and sent it into an anti-magic barrier, your true body doesn’t reside here, so naturally, a magic barrier doesn’t block it. You wouldn’t be able to cast fireballs and stuff in an anti-magic barrier, but you could magically enhance this body as much as you wanted to, or split it up into extra bodies, or teleport, or any number of things that the anti-magic barriers couldn’t account for.

Of course, her spell wasn’t even as strong as Florian’s anti-magic barrier, it was something that targeted the people around where the spell was cast. The spell was cast on your empty puppet and thus didn’t affect you at all. Suffice it to say, the day when someone at Snow White’s level could surprise you are long gone.

“Does that mean I qualify as your mate then? Good, then take off your clothing.”

Snow White gives you sharp toothy grin and a challenging stare. “Take my clothing off yourself.”

You snap your fingers, causing the armor Snow White was wearing to immediately fall off, stripping her naked in under a second. Snow White gives a startled look seeing you be able to use magic despite her triggering her skill, but that look quickly turns impressed, and then slowly turns back into anger.

“You coward! Will you just keep using your bastard magic to bully me? I thought you are a man!”

Had another man said something like this to you, you would have just laughed and blown up his head. However, this is your woman, and when she questions your manhood, it natural is a more meaningful blow that you can’t just shake off.

“I’ve already survived your strike, woman! What do you want from me?” You demand angrily.

Giving you a cocky look, Snow White snorts. “Do you think any of the goblin men ask those sex dolls of yours nicely if they’ll spread their legs? Do you think they wait with their erect dicks in their hands while the women casually strips for them, and then help them get wet before they stick it in?

“Pew,” Snow White spits. “A goblin man takes a woman against her will, just as you took me twice in front of my army and once tied up in that infernal snake trap! You have grown soft with all these weak women who will spread their legs nicely. I am no easy tramp. In the past, you took me off guard and used the other girls to bully me, but if you want to enjoy this body here, you must conquer it! Every time!”

“Without magic?” You ask with a bemused smile.

“Hmph, I can’t control whether you use magic or not, but if you can only obtain this body through treachery and tricks, I will certainly think less of you!”

“And what if I just want to hold you gently, and rub your body against mine affectionately? Surely some goblins like to show affection. If I can’t even kiss you without fear you’ll bite my tongue, what fun is that?”

Snow White thinks about it for a second. “This… “affection” you speak of. I’ve seen you give it to other girls. I’m not beyond… showing affection. But first, you have to dominate me completely! If you’re as strong as you seem to be, it should be no problem weakening me until I have no choice by to do as you ask!”

“Ah, that’s the way it’s got to be?”

“It is!”

“Alright, then let’s begin.” Without even giving Snow White a second to defend, you immediately appear in front of her and tackle her.

Only being able to let out a cry of surprise, you shove her down to the bed. One hand grabs both wrists and holds them up over her head. The other hand has already found its way to her crotch and is invading the area within. You use your feet to hold down her ankles. In seconds, Snow White is constrained completely within your grasp.

Snow White immediately starts struggling, pulling against your hands with all her strength, trying to kick you with her legs, and rotate and close her thighs to keep you out of her pussy.

“You bastard! To so shamelessly jump to magic right away!”

“Huh? I didn’t use magic though?” You give her a confused look.

The girl’s resistance slips a little, and with that, your finger dives into her snatch. However, she’s too busy looking in disbelief. Your movements look like instantaneous teleportation, a magic, to her. It wasn’t possible that you can really move so fast, right?

Your fingers worked magically inside her, another one plunging it before she could even think to shut her legs again. You could use magic to induce an orgasm in her as you’ve done with several of your girls in the past, however, that sort of things isn’t really necessary anymore. You have found this out during your night playing with Medusa, but a combination of advancing your senses to the max, practicing on dozens of women, and of course, becoming intimately knowledgeable about the human body when you had created several thousand bodies (your own and the sex dolls), you had actually grown into quite the Casanova.

You didn’t really need to depend on magic to induce orgasm after orgasm in a woman. It turns out, if you touch a women in the right way, they could do that on their own! With their collars that displayed exactly what pleased them most, your extremely advanced senses that knew every part of their body inside and out and a little bit of practice… there isn’t a woman alive who could stand up to the power of your hands without turning into a gibbering mess.

Snow White is no different, as soon as you hands had broken past the exterior perimeter, you began stimulating the most sensitive parts of her better than she could stimulate herself. Within seconds, by the time she had gotten over the shock and tightened her thighs to deny your hand more entrance, you had already created waves of sexual arousal to skyrocket through her body, and her thighs naturally lost a great deal of their closing power.

“N-no…” Snow White breathes out, her face flushes yellow and her hands desperately try to pull from your hand’s steel grip.

This isn’t going to the way she has planned at all. For the goblin queen to so easily be defeated, it truly is the ultimate embarrassment! However, none of the other goblins are there to witness this humiliation. You are the only one seeing her weakness. You’re the only one who could see here blushing cheeks, drooling mouth, and desperate eyes as she gives in to your pleasure, secretly not wanting you to stop no matter what she says.

As an orgasm already starts to rack her body, her thighs become limp and unable to put up even the slightest resistance. At this point, a strange thought comes into her mind. She thought, ‘if it’s the warrior, maybe it isn’t so bad if I show weakness’.

It was a deeply embarrassing thought, but as your mouth sucked on her dark green nipple, and you had two fingers schlick schlicking inside her while your thumb made concentric circles around her moist clit, Snow White is given no other options but complete surrender. Tears ran down the stubborn queen’s cheeks as she clenches her teeth in one last effort of defiance. Then her muscles finally release, her hands stop struggling, and she even spread her legs giving your hand more access.

She has lost in an instant, and with the rate you’ve grown more powerful, she now realizes that she never would win against you. As another orgasm racks her body, Snow White surrenders to you completely. A subtle smile appears at the corner of her mouth as she comes to accept being dominated absolutely. Rather than feeling disappointed or angry,  she realizes she is actually surprisingly pleased by this. It was only right that her man be this powerful. However, you don’t realize any of these changes, so as you line up your cock to jackhammer her pussy, you’re still holding her arms over her head.

You continue to fuck Snow White Deep into the night. Eventually, you let go of her hands just for convenience. She wraps her legs around you and moves her hips somewhat to add to the force as you pound into her. You leave your own orgasm until the end, after three-some hours of hardcore thrusting, until any woman but Kida, Snow White, or maybe Merida would be sore for days, you blow a load deep inside her.

As to how often Snow White came, it’s actually hard to tell. She is very quiet, in contrast, to the bellows of Kida. The only time you really could tell she was cumming came from her face. Her forehead would crease, her eyes would roll up, and she’d drool with her tongue out every time she got close, a total ahegao face. You started kissing her every time she starts orgasming to keep yourself from laughing at her silly orgasm face.

When you finally finish blowing your load, you roll over and go to sleep, not particular scared that Snow White would try anything funny again tonight. After going to sleep, what you don’t see is when Snow White, still awake despite your rough treatment, rolls over and drapes her arm on you. One hand goes under the sheets and grabs your cock, even though it’s already soft. She holds it as if it’s something that belongs to her. After a few moments, she lifts her head up, giving you a hesitant but wet kiss on the cheek, before putting her head on your chest, closing her eyes, and slowly drifting to sleep with your cum dripping from her pussy and her hand grasping your dick slick with her sex.

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Of course, after sampling from the pussy buffet provided by this particular airline, you can’t in good conscious double dip at least until you’ve tried one of everything. That leaves Snow White, Rapunzel, and the two maids. Just because the snobbish Tiana can’t imagine you sleeping with goblins, squirrels, and the help doesn’t mean that you aren’t perfectly happy sticking your dick in all kinds of strange!

If you fucked the maids, there is the added bonus that their two sisters back at home will feel it as well. Considering Sebastian is here with you, those two left behind almost certainly have slacked off. Perhaps you need to give them a reminder via their siblings to encourage them to keep working. On a side note, after watching the maids for a while, you began to realize that all four women are former masturbators, but thanks to their shared feelings, none of the girls are comfortable doing stuff when they know their sisters will feel it. Unlike Ariel and Aurora, Mulan and Mushu, or Anna and Elsa, you hadn’t spent any time nurturing their incestuous spirit.

As a result, the four had become increasingly sexually frustrated in the absence of your attention. Their morning rendezvous where one of the sisters sacrificed herself to wake you up for some morning pussy was actually an agreement between all four sisters to receive daily sexual release. Since you’ve been in other girl’s chambers or indisposed for the last three days on board the airship, all four women were becoming quite frustrated.

With a cruel smile on your lips that would make any of the baka maids shiver, you decide to keep denying them their sexual relief. Using the collars, you also manipulate their minds, slowly upping their sexual arousal. You didn’t want them to figure out you’re doing it, so the increase will occur extremely slow, but it’ll constantly be increasing. Within a week, they’ll be practically humping the door to get at you! Of course, to keep them from breaking down and masturbating, you make it so that they are unable to orgasm off of anything. They can still finger themselves, and it’ll make them wetter and more aroused, but they’ll never be able to achieve release, except by your cock.

Yes, you did say that you didn’t like messing with the brain chemistry of your harem members. However, those four had shit for brains from the beginning and they hardly counted as part of the harem. They’re more the B team. Plus, you already had altered their outsides from their rough beginnings to a rather posh life, so as far as you’re concerned their lives are yours anyway. On top of that, any arousal gets multiplied by four, because not only will they feel their own arousal, they’ll feel the arousal of their three sisters! By the time you’re done setting up your little game, imagining the four woman growing aroused and unable to satisfy themselves, this starts to make your own dick hard as well.

Unlike the maids, you decide to go satisfy your sexual lust. As to the person you decide to satisfy your lust on, as soon as you turn away you notice Snow White standing there on the deck, her eyes closed and her back leaning against a wall. Like you, it seems she is out there to enjoy the feel of the air on her skin, or perhaps she’s just doing some introspection. Unlucky for her, this puts her in your boner’s immediate line of sight.

“Hey, Snow White, Let’s fuck!” You yell out to her in a voice that could assuredly be heard by everyone on board.

Snow White opens an eye and looks at you before sighing, her shoulders already showing her resolve. “Very well, shall you take me in doggy right here on the floor, or would you rather toss me over the edge like you did the elf girl?”

It’s your time to be a little surprised. “Eh? How about we just go to your room where it’s comfortable.”

“Huh? You won’t embarrass me in public?” Snow White demands, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “What trick are you trying to pull?”

“Why do I have to be pulling a trick!? I fuck my other girls in bed all the time! I just thought it’d be nice to have some casual sex. My last few encounters have been outside or airborne and I’d like a change of pace and fuck a woman gently without breaking the bed!”

“You…” Snow White gives a growl before turning away. “Fine, then fuck me… gently… if you dare!”

Snow White storms off to her room, leaving you scratching your head in confusion for a second. Is she upset that you don’t want to be rough with her? Or is she upset it’s not going to be in public? Her face looks a little disappointed when you reveal you don’t plan to take her on the deck of the ship.  You know your only encounters with her are often rough and nasty, often in an open area in plain view of an army of people, but that’s exactly why you want a change of pace.

With her green skin, pointy ears, and rough features… Snow White was possibly the most exotic girl in your harem at the moment, and you’d never really gotten a chance to rub yourself against her explicitly. Is green skin the same texture as typical skin? It is a question you haven’t really answered in the past, and frankly, in this kind of story, that’s a plot hole.

Thus, you could only shrug at Snow White’s behavior. She did not say you couldn’t fuck her, so naturally, you’d dare. You head off into her room with a whistle. However, the second you open her door, you frown as you realize she’s nowhere in sight. You don’t have long to wonder though. A hand flies out hidden behind the door. The hand is wielding a knife, and that knife is heading straight for your face. Snow White surprise attacks you, and her strike is a sure kill technique!

Is your green pussy a black widow?

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The new author of the original novel STC wanted to take a stab at drawing one of the portraits of the girls. I thought I’d throw up his image. It’s his interpretation of Kida done in his style of art. You’ll find more of his images in the characters from his book, check it out here!

P.S. I still plan to commission a portrait of Kida along with everyone else. This is the illustrators interpretation of Kida without my input, please consider this fanart. If you want official images to be released faster, then feel free to donate to Patreon! I am currently spending more money on portraits and ero images than I actually make from you guys, so I’m taking a loss doing this. However, I’m doing it anyway because it’s fun and I like to think it brings value to a novel I started as a joke / stress relief. If you’re willing to donate $15, I’ll even order the image/scene you want to see and get it up within eight days. As is, I release portraits in order of the harem list and ero scene in chronological order starting from chapter 1.

Chapter 11

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“Ah, ah! Quick! Cum in me! Quickly! I want your cum!”

I was twelve when I came to the realization that I was someone reincarnated to another world. It is said that regaining the memories of a reincarnation involves experiencing some traumatic experience that triggers your old memories. As to the experience that triggered my memories, it would have to be the day I was raped by a family maid.

Many of you may hold the opinion that “being raped by a maid” would hardly be traumatic. However, I was a sheltered twelve-year-old who was denied even things like internet and public education. I was incredibly inexperienced with women outside of my mother and sisters. So, when this maid locked the door, pushed me to the ground, and started pulling down my pants, I was afraid I was being attacked. Even as she did things that felt good, I was confused and shocked by what was happening.

My erection hardened for the first time, and no sooner had I gotten over the shock of seeing it grow than did she pull off her panties and plunge it into her depths. I could barely understand what was happening, and the woman herself looked so desperate, so determined, that it did nothing but terrify me. She had brown hair tied up in a bun, a small button nose, a heart-shaped face, and a small mousy body. She was somewhat plain looking overall, but she still had the youthful exuberance of a teenage girl.

Then, the memories came flooding in. In an instant, I went from a twelve-year-old boy afraid at the ferocity of this strange older woman to a thirty-five-year-old man staring up curiously as this teenage girl desperately road my cock. Did I die and go to heaven? A girl in a maid outfit riding my cock certainly sounded like an afterlife I’d like to live in.

The panic disappearing from eyes seemed to only edge the girl on, as she rode me harder and harder. Meanwhile, I dug through my memories trying to understand how I ended up here. I was a businessman. Not a great one, but I knew how to hard sell and I could get an affordable house and even convinced a beautiful woman to marry me. We started dating in college, got married when I graduated, and she stuck with me for five years while I finally got myself set up well in a fortune 500 company.

Then… things went bad. The one thing my wife wanted more than anything was a baby. However, after a year of trying, the doctor revealed that I was impotent. Of course, it wasn’t the stone ages, so naturally, there were options. We started looking into artificial insemination. That was when things went from bad to shit. Apparently, the doctor and I had radically different ideas on what artificial insemination implied. I ended up pushing into my wife’s examination room when I heard some odd noises during her insemination procedure. What I found was the good doctor balls deep in my wife.

To the woman I thought I loved, it was the quickest way for her to become pregnant, and she didn’t really care who the father was. To the doctor, he had apparently talked many desperate women into being “implanted” by his genes. He was a handsome doctor, after all, what woman wouldn’t want his surefire genes passed on to their children over an impotent husband at $50k a try? It only came out later that after having the babies, he had continued to blackmail the woman into sex, lest he revealed their cheating to their husbands.

This isn’t like those fake-ass stories where I attacked the lover, ended up getting arrested while my lying wife got away Scott-free before ultimately marrying her lover and mocking me from afar. This was the real world. The doctor certainly lost his job and license. My wife was horrified to find out she was tricked by a scheme he had used on countless women. I still left her, and she didn’t fight for alimony or anything. I heard from a friend a few months later she had gotten involved in sex parties and was the centerfold girl of a gangbang which left her pregnant. She finally got the baby she wanted, she just didn’t happen to know who the father was.

As for me, I drank, smoked, and hired hookers. I was still doing it up until I suddenly found myself in this predicament. Was it a heart attack? Who knows. However, now I was being mounted by this strange maid. No… that’s not right. She’s not a stranger. Not entirely. There are other memories. They’re not as strong as my previous life, but they are also distinctly mine. I was a boy who lived in a mansion. My mother constantly looked after me, and the old me would call the current me a momma’s boy. I was homeschooled, and frankly, I knew almost nothing about the world outside this mansion.

However, this woman was on the maid staff. She was hired about five months ago. She was only a teenage girl, but her life story was slightly pitiable, and my mother chose to allow her on. Naturally, as new staff, she was kept away from me. All of the maids I interacted with were much older, in their late fifties or more. As for men, I only realize as I compare my old memories with my new ones that I oddly had never seen another man in these twelve years of life.

This had literally become the first chance in which I was alone with this fifteen-year-old girl, and she had immediately taken the chance to jump on me. In my old life, it’d have been a crime to sleep with a fifteen-year-old girl, but considering I appeared to have the body in this life as a 12-year-old, she’d be the offender in this situation. I still couldn’t figure out why she was doing it, nor why she looked so desperate and panicked as she worked her hips like her life depended on it. Nothing in this child’s mind up to this point necessarily explained this insane behavior.

Thus, the thirty-five-year-old adult man could only lay back and enjoy the scenery and feel. Her pussy was tight, her body was smooth, and while he beauty wasn’t at the level of my last wife, it was difficult to find a teenage girl that couldn’t arouse my penis. The half-cocked penis of a confused boy not understanding his feelings quickly warped into the full-blown erection of a man enjoying the ride.

As she could feel the cock hardening inside her, the girl grew even more excited, her eyes flashing as she started to raise her butt up and down, creating slapping noises as her body bounced up and down on my cock. Her boobs were modest, so I didn’t have the pleasant sight of the two things bouncing up and down, but for the teeny bopper that she was, it was certainly doing the trick. The greatest part is that this was condom free. I couldn’t even remember the last time I got to fuck a girl bareback.

“Cum in me! Please! Cum!” She pleaded.

As the erotic feelings built inside me, I realized I was about to lose my nut. Whores usually made me wear condoms, which didn’t feel nearly as nice as this tight pussy. As an impotent, I had sweet-talked one or two novice prostitutes into bareback, but it was usually the girls easily talked into breaking the rules that offered the most risk. It was from one such skank I had gotten chlamydia at some point. And even those girls didn’t let me blow it inside. In another girl from my past, I’d be looking to blow it on her chest or stomach when I finished.

Wasn’t this girl scared of diseases or pregnancy? Well, I guess there was a low chance of disease from a 12-year-old virgin, but this wasn’t my old body. For all I knew, this boy was very fertile. Her fervent desire to have me blow my load inside her should have set off an alarm, but my cock felt so good and she was such a sweet and innocent looking girl that I prepared myself to cum. I wouldn’t say I was one of those guys with perfect cum control, but I could hold it off a few minutes if the situation demanded it.

Just as I was starting to build towards the finale, there was a crack as the lock of the door burst open. My big moment was suspended as I looked over in surprise, having not expected my privacy to be destroyed so suddenly. While it appeared like it was a large, muscular woman who kicked open the door, she stepped aside allowing another smaller yet very beautiful woman to storm into the room.

Rather than stop, the maid only became more frantic, bouncing up and down on my cock as fast as she could.

“Cum! Now! Cum! Please, Cum!” Tears were falling down her cheeks as she refused to look behind her and kept working her hips.

At this point, even though I didn’t understand what was going on, I actually felt a little sorry I didn’t cum. She looked so desperate that filling her womb with seed seemed like such a small thing. However, the moment was ruined as soon as the company showed up, and even if she kept going it’d take at least another minute or two to get me to that point again.

It was clear that the woman who just entered didn’t plan to give her that time. Grabbing the back of the maid’s hair, she yanked the other girl painfully. The maid tried to fight, but the other woman looked much older and stronger than the little teeny bopper, and soon my cock slid out of her wet pussy, our sex interrupted as she was tossed to the ground near my feet.

“No! No!” The girl shouted in disbelief, trying to leap back on me.

However, the other woman immediately backhanded her across the face. The hit was enough to give her a bloody lip, and only then did the girl regain her senses. That is to say, she collapsed to the floor a few feet away from me and started sobbing relentlessly.

The muscular woman who looked like a guard stepped in, fingering a sword at her waist and giving the maid a warning look that kept her from moving again. The other woman, after giving the maid a hateful sneer, turned to me. At that moment, the twelve-year-old memories stirred, and I realized I recognized this woman.

“M-mother…” I let the words come out.

The woman’s look immediately softened at the sight of me, although I was still on the ground, my pecker wet with sex and still hard. I went to cover my dick, a shameful look on my face. To my surprise, the mother of this child didn’t seem to hold any anger or disgust when seeing my naked body. I remember my mom from my old life would have whipped my butt if she caught me fucking at this age, never mind the rape implications. Even at twelve, it would have been my fault. That was simply a product of the time I lived in.

“Honey, Clyburn, did you pee in this girl?” My mother crouched next to me, trying to give a comforting look.

Despite the soft look, the woman’s eyes held a certain degree of intensity in them as she asked me that question.

“Huh?” I could only gawk at the strange question that came from her lips.

The woman that was Clyburn’s mother, my mother, looked over at the guard woman for help. The woman only gave a silent shrug. My mother then looked back down at me, finally loosening the frown on her lips, her eyes holding a deep affection for me. My memories as Clyburn told me that my mother deeply loved me and I loved her too. My memories from my previous world told me this love was a bit tense, bordering on creepy. We’d never done anything objectionable, but I had breastfed until I was five and I had very few memories that didn’t involve my mother’s omnipresence. Momma’s boy might even be a weak description for the relationship I had with her.

“Ah, when she… did that, did… something come out of your penis? Like a liquid? Maybe it was white?”

My eyes widened in surprise at the question. “Ah? No… I didn’t cum.”

My mother’s eyes widened in shock. “How do you know that word?”

It was then I realized that her previous question was trying to explain sex to a young boy who shouldn’t know what it was. I realized my mistake and shot a look at the girl who had put me in this predicament without knowing what to say. Mom’s frown deepened, taking that look as an admission that I had learned the word from her. I didn’t correct the mistake as she stood back up. Her eyes looked down at my hand still covering my cock. It was still hard even now! The frustration and embarrassment were painted on my face. No grown man would want his mother to see his naked penis.

My mother suddenly turned back to the maid, who had finally stopped crying and was now sitting on her knees with her head lowered, awaiting her punishment.

“Do you see what you did to my son?” Mother demanded.

“S-sorry…” the maid’s voice sounded pouty, and not particularly sorry at all.

“You’re going to take responsibility for this!” As my mother spoke, she pointed right down at my erect cock, and my blush turned to mortification.

My twelve-year-old self lacked the knowledge or experience to know shame. I was truly ignorant to the world and sex in entirely. It was the new memories that started to poke holes in this life. Up until last week I was still being bathed by my mother and an elderly maid. That wasn’t normal! This was my mother, and she was pointing at my erect cock in front of a 15 year old girl! That was truly an embarrassing situation in every sense of the word. The difference for me was truly like Adam eating the apple of knowledge.

“R-responsibility? You mean, I can?” A slight amount of hope showed on the maid’s face, which only caused my mom’s glower to deepen.

“No, you idiot girl. You made my son erect for the first time! I won’t have some tramp like you causing him trauma for his first time! He may have trouble getting it up in the future!” Then mom turned to me, her face completely serious as she spoke strange words that broke my understanding of the world. “Honey, would you like to experience ‘cumming’ for the first time?”

My mouth could only drop open from the actual shock of this situation, but the horny 35-year-old man couldn’t hold back. I was already sexually frustrated from being interrupted earlier. Even though the promise of sex came from my mother, I couldn’t stop myself from shaking my head up and down eagerly. Mom gave me a gentle smile and made a slight breath of relief. She seemed relieved that my sex drive was revving to go!

“Then, please, stick it in…” the maid leaned back, lifting her maid skirt until her pink pussy was showing.

I was about to leap on her and do just that when my mom suddenly grabbed the maid and pulled her by the hair over to me. “No, you dumb bitch. You’ll be using your mouth!”

My mom violently forced the head of the fifteen-year-old girl down until it was face to face with my crotch, only my hands blocking the way.

“Eh? My mouth… but… I… it’s dirty… from before…” The girl responded uncertainly, her former hope deflating.

“So? A dirty whore like you thinks you’re too good to taste your own pussy on a man’s dick?” Mom’s voice was harsh enough to scare the twelve-year-old in me, yet sexually arouse the 35-year-old.

Was this really happening? This was just like one of those sexual fantasies, wasn’t it? To a part of me, it was true that this woman was my mother, but out of the combined 47 years of my life, 35 of them did not have this woman as my mother. In fact, between this woman and myself, I had lived more years, and she sat closer to the age group I was typically attracted to than the fifteen-year-old jailbait. Despite having a bit of intensity in her, this mother was incredibly attractive. She had black hair, and soft features, and a voluptuous body. Her hair covered one eye, the other hazel brown eye appeared bright and pretty, with a small mole underneath.

She looked like one of those proper ladies I’d only ever seen in movies from high society culture.  Suffice it to say, seeing her being rough with this 15-year-old girl was intensely erotic for the perverted mind of the adult me. My hands couldn’t help but quickly move away, and under mom’s rough guidance, soon my cock was forcefully shoved in to this fifteen-year-old girl’s mouth.

“Mind your teeth girl, or I’ll punish you accordingly!” The mother snapped angrily.

The girl could do nothing but keep her mouth open. If I had thought mom’s interference would end there, I would be mistaken. With her hands on the back of the maid’s head and her fingers wrapped in her hair, she forced the maid down onto my cock. I was only twelve, but my cock was still about the standard six-inches of an average adult. Whether it’d be bigger in the future was anyone’s guess, but forced down her throat as it was, this could only be called a deep throat.

“Ghhmmmm…” I could hear the maid gagging on my cock, but even so, the experience felt amazing for me.

My wife in the past would never suck my cock. She said it was dirty and didn’t like it. Meanwhile, most prostitutes would lick it with a condom on, but that was about it. So, for my bare cock to be deepthroated by a teenage girl forcefully, it was certainly my first time. Even then, mom didn’t let up. She lifted the maids head and pushed it back down, up and down in a rhythmic and rough fashion.

The fifteen-year-old maid gagged each time it thrust into the back of her throat, saliva dripping out of her mouth and down my cock. As it turned out, while I lied there, I facefucked this 15-year-old girl! And it was my mom taking care of the motions! Tears dripped down the girl’s eyes, her face turning into a mess of tears and spit, but mom continued to use her face to pleasure me. Even though the situation was so unexpected, so abstract, and so strange… the pleasure of this teeny bopper mouth couldn’t be denied.

Soon my hips were thrusting back, working in tandem with my mom’s movements to plow the back of this little girl’s throat. The guard had the decency to turn their back to the scene, but the entire time my mom watched me with intensity, using the expressions on my face to judge when she needed to speed up or slow down. Even being watched by the woman I’d call mother in this world, I couldn’t stop the pleasure from overflowing through my body. Soon, I found myself cumming.

I was still young, so it wasn’t like cum exploded everywhere. It was just two white spirts which shot into the back of the maid’s throat while I clawed at the carpet under me, my eyes closed. The maid immediately started coughing and choking on the feel of thick hot stuff striking the back of her throat. My mom noticed I had finished and pulled the woman up immediately, standing up and dragging the maid up roughly with her.

“Now, close your mouth!” Mom commanded the fifteen-year-old girl, who did as she was told without hesitation. “Now swallow!”

A little bit of semen dribbled down the girl’s chin, but mom used the knuckle of her pointer finger to push it back into her mouth in a way that might look affectionate in another situation.

“All of it!” Mom ordered while the girl was still crying, but the maid still forcefully swallowed, even though the expression on her face showed she didn’t like it. “Open your mouth.”

Once she had swallowed it and opened her mouth as commanded, Mom moved right up to her face. She even reached in and grabbed her tongue, pulling it up to check and make sure all the cum was consumed. Once she was content that all the semen had ended up in the maid’s belly, she finally relaxed. Walking over to a nearby stand, she poured a drink and handed it to the maid.

“Drink this. Swirl it in your mouth.”

“I-I don’t drink…” The girl sniffled.

Mom shot her a glare, “It’s alcohol, to make sure. Do it if you want to live.”

The guard once again touched their hilt, looking threatening. The maid could only take the drink into her mouth and swirl it around, wincing even more from the taste of hard liquor than the taste of cum. When she finally gulped down the drink, mom gave one last, firm nod.

“Good. You got what you wanted, my son’s cum inside you. Now get the hell out of my home. You’re fired.”

The maid didn’t fight back. She lowered her head and remained silent. A nod from my mother caused the guard to came over, grabbing the maid roughly and dragging her out of the room. Soon, it was just me, still half-naked on the floor, and my mother, standing in the middle of the room with an empty glass in one hand and her other hand with her knuckle still bent where she had touched the maid. Mom raised her knuckle up to her mouth, putting her knuckle into her mouth, biting it and licking her finger. It looked almost like a nervous habit and was seemingly done unaware by the woman herself, but the finger she bit down on was the same finger that scooped up my semen from the maid’s chin.

After a moment of silence where I didn’t know what to do next, she turned down to look at me with a somewhat gentle expression. “Honey, it’s about time we had the talk.”

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“Aria… Crish said you didn’t stop by today. You doing alright?” Peers was lightly shaking my shoulder, bringing me out of my sleep.

“Mm…” I moaned, a crashing headache hitting me just as my mind started to work once again. “J-just a headache. Mana exhaustion.”

Even though the tent was rather dark, suggesting it was already passed sunset. I still buried my head in the pillow, avoiding any light stimulus as long as my head continued to pound.

“Mana exhaustion? You should be careful of that. It can be lethal.”

“Mm…” I gave a noncommittal response.

In truth, I’d read that mana exhaustion had never resulted in a death. It was merely one of those wives’ tales of this world. If you become mana exhausted after a long battle and already near death, death was nearly certain. That was perhaps one of the sources of the myth. Of course, if you exhausted your mana while standing, passed out, and then your head hit something on the way down, killing you instantly, that would seem like another likely source of rumors and superstition.

“Crish was worried about you.” Peers’ voice took on a slightly amused edge.

I could only respond with a snort. “I doubt it, then why didn’t he stop by?”

“Haha…” Peers let out a laugh. “It appears like Cecelia is watching him like a hawk. Apparently, she gave him her virginity last night and he proposed to her this morning. It looks like your plan worked. She’s been going nuts with jealousy that last month or two with you spending so much time with Crish.”

“Speaking of jealousy, you’re the one that ‘guarded’ our tent while we worked on enchantments.” I murmured into my pillow.

“Hah, that’s true… in retrospect, she might have moved even faster if I wasn’t playing chaperone between you two.” I could feel Peers sitting down on the bed, his hands lighting scratching my back affectionately while I kept talking through my pillow.

His voice didn’t sound worried or upset, so I decided to take the situation with Crish as settled. In truth, Peers wasn’t that jealous, but he did feel the need to make his presence known whenever I found myself alone with Crish. In truth, I saw Crish more like a big brother than anything, so Peers slightly jealous side was cute. Compared to the hateful glares Cecilia had sent my way over the last few months, it was downright endearing. Unlike the little girl who had forgiven me after I made her a stuffed teddy bear, something this world did not have in the least, Cecelia likely still saw me as a threat to her man. She might have even done something about it if I wasn’t on the council’s good side.

“Why don’t you sit up? I can get you some headache tea.”

“Mm…” I gave another noncommittal response, but that didn’t stop him from slapping my butt before standing up and walking out of the tent.

Headache tea was closest this world had to Tylenol. It tasted like bark, but it did the job surprising well, which might mean it actually did contain acetaminophen, or some magical version of it. I was never clear where magic ended and science began in this world.

“Illusionist again?” When my eyes fluttered open, I had immediately locked onto the text in my vision.

This was the third time I had lost my choice of skill on account of passing out. The first time was also caused by mana exhaustion. The second time was as a result of the cruel practices of those nobles. I was beginning to feel like the choice gave you about one hour to make a selection. Any longer than that, and you lost your choice and the system auto-selected for you. As to what system was in control of this crazy world, I didn’t have a clue.

However, the shock of seeing an auto-selected skill, and one I’ve seen before, quickly led me to ignoring my headache. Forcing myself to pull away from the bed, I sat on the edge, while once again pulling up my status screen.

My illusion resistance had reached 10! Furthermore… Illusion magic, something I had to have triggered this. It could only be your new skill.

{Illusionist (Passive) – Basic Mastery of Illusions.}

{Illusion Breaker – +5 Wisdom, +10 Illusion Resistance, 2X Experience on Beguiled Targets}

It had the same name as previous skills offered, but it functioned radically different. This skill… isn’t it a bit overpowered? To instantly master Illusion magic? To gain a 10 resistance to it? If I used the title, which was thankfully just a normal title unlike Godkiller and Reborn, that’d be 20 resistance. This ability was absolutely ridiculous. It was as ridiculous as Phoenix Rises, or Limit Break, or Possession…

I very nearly gasped when the connection came crashing home. Every one of those skills was given after I passed out unconscious, unable to select something. It was almost as if when the system took away my ability to select, the new ability it created was slightly more powerful to compensate it. In fact, after my class up, how many skills did I gain that were evolutions to pre-existing skills? Those were supposed to be exceptionally rare, yet nearly half of my level ups had resulted in them, some becoming quite powerful.

It was then I also noticed that I should have had an extra point saved up. Upon leveling, I had two points. That second point was now gone, but instead of handing me two skills, I got this one skill which seemed more powerful. The only conclusion I could make was that this was a second-tier special skill. In essence, the system had selected an illusion-based skill, and then selected that skill again to evolve it.

Wait… is that something you can do? I had always assumed the special skills gave me three choices. I could pick one of them or I could pick none. Was there a third option? Could I pick a special skill I’ve already obtained and level it up to be even more powerful? In that case, it wasn’t that I had obtained a bunch of 2^nd class evolution skills by chance, it was that the system was auto-selecting preexisting skills I had frequently used to make them even better. This is an ability no one else in this world would know about. It was also likely only came with my class up. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to level up again! As soon as Peers gets back…

My mood suddenly sank. I now had a significant amount of resistance to illusions. Illusion magic assuredly wouldn’t work on me anymore. As to why I had no illusion resistance before, it was because I had never resisted it. The Cambions were the first people to use illusion magic in my presence. The bedroom magic wasn’t something I openly resisted. Mostly, it just fell apart on its own and it was Peers who finally  broke the spell. Thus, I never had the opportunity to truly resist the spell.

Of course, I wasn’t an idiot. I had long known that the Cambions wrapped themselves in some kind of magical spell. My magic skill was at ten and I already had unlocked advanced magic. There was no way I wouldn’t be aware of when magic was being used or not. This is why captives often needed to be kept in a dreamlike state, because anyone could see the magic being used, and grow suspicious. I had also assumed that it was some kind of illusion. It seemed unlikely that every person in the village was supernaturally beautiful. For the first point, beauty was subjective, and my beauty standards did not match this world’s beauty standards exactly, yet every Cambion looked like the hottest people alive by my standards.

I knew from the beginning that their looks were being pandered to me. However, that was no different than my own beautification skill. It made me more attractive to the Cambions in return. How was that any different? Therefore, I hadn’t tried to mentally fight against or remove the spells, first because I thought it would agitate them, and second, because I didn’t care. What if Peers was a little uglier? I had fucked goblins and orcs before. It shouldn’t matter.

So, why did my heart feel so afraid of seeing his real form? I didn’t want to break the illusion spell. I wanted to keep it as their secret. They never dispelled it on their own, so I left it as just everyone keeping their own secrets. I was happy living the rest of my life this way.

Now, I had no choice in the matter. This damn system, and whatever bastard God or devil who ran it, decided to force it on me when I refused to take it myself. It was no accident that the same and similar abilities cropped up every time I leveled. I wasn’t naïve enough to assume it was just because I was still under an illusion’s affect. Whatever power ran this game system wanted me to break through the illusion. To me, it even felt personal, like someone was deliberately trying to strip me of my happiness.

I had been raped and brutalized sense I had been to this world, and all I wanted to was to settle down and find happiness. Why did the system try to prevent this? Hatred. That was the word that I started to feel. It was a deep hatred. This world, this system, it had taken so much from me. I had lost everything when I woke up here. Part of me had assumed I died and this was some kind of reincarnated life. My high mental resistance was the only thing that kept me going. Yet, in the end, the system refused to just be done with me. What did it want? I hated it. I hate it! Hate!

When the curtain was suddenly opened and someone stepped in holding a plate with a tea pot, I was standing up on the side of my bed, a grim look on my face. My eyes met with the thing in front of me.

“Uh? Aria? Are you doing okay?”

It was Peers’ voice, but that was the only thing that looked familiar. The illusion spell had changed more than I ever thought possible. I had been prepping myself mentally to expect the worst when I saw Peers. However, my rising anger had caused me to lose my resolve and when Peers finally showed, I could only be stunned into silence.

“So… they are monsters after all.” I muttered to myself.

“Huh?” Peers thankfully couldn’t hear me speaking under my breath.

I could only lower my head, unable to meet his eyes anymore. Peers wore the same clothing as before, but his skin was gray. He looked a bit like a goblin, but much taller and greyer. His lips protruded out strangely, and he had very large eyes that nearly popped out of his skull. He’d look like a tall Roswell alien, except his skin was more desiccated and wrinkly, his eyes more protruded and his features more monstrous. Any question on whether Cambions were demi-humans or a type of demon immediately left my mind. They were simply a humanoid-like monster like goblins, orcs, or pigmen. It was clear, once you saw one.

I also now understood why few nobles would take Cambions in as sex slaves. Once a noble saw their ugly visage, it was difficult to even trick yourself into sleeping with one. It made sense when you thought about it. Had Cambions even been slightly attractive, even in an abstract or exotic way, humans would have taken them in as concubines and sex slaves. It could only be the horror of this appearance that persecuted these monsters to the edges of the known world.

“A-aria?” Peers was looking at me, his ugly protruded eyes holding an expression I took as worry, although I realized I couldn’t read this face as well as the illusion.

“No…” I muttered to myself.

“No?” Peers gave a confused look, turning down to the tea. “Oh, you mean, you don’t want any now? I know it tastes bad…”

He still looked uncertain as I stood there, my eyes lowered, my hand in a fist trembling. What did it matter if he was ugly? He wasn’t really much uglier than a goblin! When had I become so shallow? I’d slept with monsters before. It didn’t change his personality! It didn’t change the man he was on the inside. This didn’t change anything!

Do you hear me, you fucking bastard! You haven’t changed anything! I screamed at whatever system did this. I won’t let you take away my happiness.

Just as it looked like Peers was going to say more, I reached up and grabbed the straps of my dress, pulling them over my shoulders. The dress itself was loose, and it immediately fell down my body, revealing my naked self. Before Peers could do more than raise an eyebrow, I attached the Reborn skill. With my mental resistance exploding past 100, any reservations I felt immediately disappeared. My charisma exploded, and even a Cambion like Peers could only help but drop his jaw at the sudden onslaught of charm erupting from my body.

“Fuck me, Peers. I want to feel you inside me.” I said with pleading eyes, even though those eyes wouldn’t meet his.

Of course, with my charisma, this was akin to stripping away Peers’ choice in the matter. Even if he caught something odd in the way I reacted to his appearance or touch, my godlike charisma overwhelmed any restraint and concern he felt. The grey monster could only push me down on the bed while I let it have its way with me.

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