Chapter 51

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Chapter 50

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“Owner, this body is yours to begin with, please enjoy it in whatever way you wish.” Rapunzel is kneeling, naked on your bed, with her butt up in the air. “Please, stick it in!”

Your eyes twitch as you look at the scene. “So… I just grab the tail… and go?”

“Mm!” Rapunzel declares excitedly.

However attractive Rapunzel’s body is, you just can’t get past the big bushy tail. Basically, there is no way to stick it in without the big hairy thing being pressed against your chest. It’s not like Elena, who can control her tail to some extent. Elena’s tail is short-haired and flexible, and feels soft like a stuffed animal. Meanwhile, Rapunzel’s tail is big and bushy. Admit it, if you pulled down a girls underwear and a giant fro exploded from her crotch, you’d hesitate. Well, this was a similar situation.

“Can we, I don’t know, do it from the front?” You offer.

Rapunzel shakes her head, “Ah… sorry Owner, but lying on my back makes my tail sore. So, please, take me from behind!”

Her tail seems to curl slightly, as if saying this gets her even more excited. Her reddish hair around her pussy starts to glisten with moisture, and it’s clear to see that she’s extremely excited over the prospect of losing her virginity. However, you still pause, because no matter how you look at it, you’re still fucking a squirrel, right? You mean, both figuratively and literally, this girl is a squirrel. It’s all hairy too. Sticking your dick in her would be a crime against nature, wouldn’t it?

“For the fans!” You mutter, knowing in your heart you’ve done worst things just to keep it interesting.

You grab Rapunzel’s tail, but it takes you two tries to get a grasp on the thing. It’s so fluffy that it’s difficult to find the base tail, which is more rat-like. Rapunzel’s butt shakes excitedly, and with a light yank you pull her tail lifting her fur patch so it’s perfectly lined up with your cock.

“Mmmm… ahh…. Owner…. Stick it in!” Rapunzel squeals.

Cthulhu suddenly bursts in the room and starts the end of the world. His massive tentacles flailing as he attacks…

“No…”

Wait… um… fake Ariel hatches an evil plan and…

“Nu uh…”

Plot?

“Nope, we’re doing this.”

Fuck, I’ve really trapped myself into writing a scene where I have to write sex with a squirrel, don’t I?

“Yup.”

Alright, fine, but if I’m writing this, I’m writing it in the most over-the-top Japanese ero novel way possible. It’s going to be the complete and utter filler nonsense that you guys seem to like in all those other novels.

“It’s what Pun would have wanted.”

“Uh, Owner, why are you sitting there talking to yourself?” Rapunzel asks worriedly.

“N-nothing! Just a brief psychotic break.”

“Oh…”

“Let’s begin!”

You spread open Rapunzel’s cheeks as her honey liquid leaks gratuitously from her lotus petal down her rich, pale, flushed thighs that exude a delicate warmth and feeling. You grope the soft, pale skin, feeling the elasticity against the palms of your hand, which provide a elegant mixture of both softness and firmness that feels particularly satisfying.

“Mm…aaahnn…nnaaaaaahhh…mmmm…nnn…nnnn. No, please!” Rapunzel makes incomprehensible noises as if she’s in extreme sexual lust, even though you’ve barely touched her ass, and she also starts protesting your touch, even though she just begged for it like a second ago.

You stick a long, pointy finger into her lustful melon hole, invading the rich depths of her inner body and penetrating her womb forcefully. Your finger slides into her wet insides, the feeling of her soft muscular walls pressing tightly against your moistening finger.

“Nnnn! Mmmmm! NNNAAAAAAAA!!!” Rapunzel lets out ecstatic cries, apparently so aroused by a single finger that she erupts in pleasure, becoming so excited she shakes. “MmmNNn, Nnfffuuuuuu!”

As Rapunzel speaks in tongues, you pull your finger out, scooping the clear syrup from inside her, your finger rubbing along the skin. You bring your finger to your mouth tasting her liquidity sugar, enjoying the taste and the smell of her lewd muddy liquids.

“D-don’t smell it…” Rapunzel responds, acting mortified even though seconds earlier she was completely shameless.

“I-I’m going to stick it in…” You respond like a nervous Japanese protagonist, even though this is like the millionth time you’ve had sex.

“No, you can’t!” Rapunzel protests in surprise, even though it makes no fucking sense when you think about it.

You take your thing that will never be referred to as a penis, we’ll call it your “mister”. You take your mister out of your pants. The massive thing explodes like volcano, causing the woman in front of your to audibly gulp. You immediately line it up with her lustful, sticky canal and then you stick it in her.

“Ahhh… NNnnn…. Ahhhnnnn… it’s… sliding… in!” Rapunzel says in complete surprise, like seriously, what the fuck did she think you are doing?

Her honey leaks out and covers your mister, which is now pushing into her womanly parts excitedly. Her inner muscles pulsate strongly against the mister, swelling around it welcomingly as it emerges inside her, invading the entrance to her womb space.

“I’m about to break… mm… mmm… mmm…mmm…. Mmmm… mmmbop… mmmity… mmmm… yeah… yeah… yeah… yeah.” Rapunzel announces.

You push your dick into her, breaking Rapunzel open as her honey, dyed a little pink, flows out freely like the mountain waters of some Daoist temple. You know the one.

“Agagagagaggagaga… NNnnn…. Mmmnnnngaaaa!” Rapunzel shouts as you violate her womb with your mister.

Soon, you start plowing her in strong aggressive piston movements. Your hands grab at her back thighs, while your dick churns muddy liquids from her honeyed path with each churn. Liquid leaks freely and you can smell the dirty scents of her muddy liquid, which mists out lewdly, filling the room with her honey, muddy, lewdy liquidity mists. Can you visualize that? Yeah, neither can I. But it make you hard as hell, doesn’t it?

“Don’t smell!” Rapunzel blushes shyly, even though you’re plowing her with rough piston movements in a position she willingly got in, she’s still acting shy and defensive.

“Hai!” You declare for some reason.

Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!

You make the sex noises, because of course the sound you hear when balls slap into a hot moist woman is of course Pan. Why do you think they call him Peter Pan? Sneaking into teenager Windy’s room and looking for his shadow? Yeah, right. He was looking for tail. He was using his peter to give her the pan. I’d joke about how he banged Tinker Bell too, but considering the nomenclature in this novel she might end up joining your harem soon, I think, and then you might start whining about NTR again. But I digress…

Oh, look over here, Rapunzel is making more nonsensical noises, let’s spell those out!

“Ahhhhnnn… sooo deep… mmmm…  nnnn… nananananananananananana batman!”

Your piston movements keep taking her aggressively, your hands continue to grope the back of her thighs, and your dick churns her muddy liquids from the honeyed path with each churn. Liquid leaks freely and you can taste the muddy liquid on the tip of your tongue it is so thick. Oh, I’m sorry, did that sound too much like a previous paragraph I just had? Well, get used to it, we’re just going to be repeating variations of it for a while now.

“Mmm… aaaaahhnnn… laaaa…I’m gowing cwazy!” Rapunzel screams cutely.

Your piston movements are so pistony and her honeyed parts are so slick and filled with honey and did I mention that your movements are like a piston and that she’s leaking like all kinds of sweet nectar, and don’t even get me started on her muddied insides, which are leaking out. What is leaking from where? Who the fuck cares! She’s leaky as hell!

Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!

“Rah, ah, ah, ah, ah… Gaga… ooo.. lala… C-c-cumming!” Rapunzel screams out like an emaciated Chinese factory worker.

Your continue your piston movements, grinding your mister deep in her womb as she releases even more honeyed fluids which are somehow distinctly different from all the other honey fluids leaking out of her before. This time she’s cumming gobs of sweet hot honeyed liquid! You continue to grab onto her backside, forcing your mister deep inside her misses.

The feel of her muscular contractions satisfies your mister greatly, providing you an intense and satisfying pleasure that blazes like a thousand suns bursting from your loins and on through her muddied waters and exploding through her erotic moaning body. The intensity is like so intense, you guys, you can’t even imagine how intense and lewd and sexy this shit is. Imagine the best sex you ever had. It’s even better, you guys.

“I hope I don’t get pregnant!” She declares for some reason, even though any of your harem girls would happily have your child.

“Hoho… you better be careful, you might!” You tease her darkly while your thighs are still piston moving-like.

Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!

You continue to jackhammer Rapunzel with your mister until her fluids are dripping and your mister is covered in syrupy liquid and smells rich of Rapunzel’s own honeyed fluids.

“Ah…mmmm… nnnn… ahhh…. Nnn… mmmm… nnn… aaaaannnn…. Nnaaaaa…” Rapunzel responds as you continue to violate her with your mister.

“I’m going to cum in your womb!” You declare darkly, your eyes muddied and dark and also dark and also muddy, but definitely with a dark malevolent glint in your eye that suggests you might not have Rapunzel’s best interests at all because your a rebel and a badass. Yeah you are, look at you having unprotected sex with a virgin squirrel girl, your the coolest and most badass person in this story, rejoice in your own adherent wish fulfillment.

“No, please don’t!” Rapunzel looks back tearfully, because it’s always hot to see girls cry when you fuck them?

“I will!”

“You better not!”

“I’m doing it!”

“Nu uh!”

“Uh huh!”

Your mister releases a white hot sludge of stuff deep inside Rapunzel’s womb. It muddies her insides, but even muddier and more dirty than before as they fill with warm sticky fluid which then muddies with her clear honeyed fluid until her pussy is a dirty dirty mess.

“Nnnn… ahhh… nnnn… mmmm… maaaaaa…. I feel it… inside! I’m getting pregnant, but not really!”

You continue to move in great big piston movements.

Pan! Pan! Pan!

Her muddied liquids gush out from inside and she leaks out honey as you pan pan her with your big mister. Finally, the pair of you recover from that long scene of meaningless sex noises and nonsense verbs.

“Did you like my mister?” You ask.

Rapunzel nods her head exhausted.” I do!”

“Then, it’s about time you meet his friend!”

“!?”

“His name is mister fister!” You pull up your fist.

Rapunzel faints.

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The start of a new volume: Flame and Trial

Chapter 49

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“I-I thought I invited you to come to my chamber last night!” fake Ariel corners a noble and says with a cute pout that is intended to be seductive.

“Ah… yes… of course!” The noble responds nervously. “But then… well, my wife wouldn’t let me leave!”

“Y-your wife?”

“She… uh… well, I found out she was pregnant… and lately she looks like she did ten years ago. Plus, she’s been ravenous lately. So, naturally, I was inclined to give my wife some much needed attention.”

“You… well… how about tonight?” fake Ariel demands.

“Well. To be honest, my wife…” The noble shrugs. “Sorry! It’s not you, it’s me. I appreciate the offer, but things are going pretty well with my wife and I right now.”

The noble takes off in a half run before the fake Ariel could chase after him. She crosses her arms under her chest and makes an annoyed tsk.

“Hey baby, if you’re that hungry, I got something here for you!” A nearby guard says quite lewdly while grabbing his crotch.

This guard is actually fairly new, and after seeing all the shenanigans the nobles got up to, he had formed some fantasies of his own. Seeing the desperate Ariel had emboldened him to act. He could have been considered quite lucky. Had he acted this way around most nobles, he’d have been just as likely to be hanged as fucked.

“To think, I have to resort to the help to get some!” fake Ariel pouts. “Very well, let us go!”

“Yeah?” The guy immediately grows very excited, realizing that he had the chance to fuck a princess.

The guys at the adventurer’s guild he used to work would never believe this. He decided that he would keep her soiled panties as a reward. This guy’s luck is simply too good. She grabs him and starts to push him into a room. He immediately starts working on taking off his belt. This is shaping up to be the greatest day of his life.

Grrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaalllllllllll…

His face suddenly stops as his stomach groans loudly. His legs tighten and he gives the fake Ariel a pitiful look.

“What is it?” The fake Ariel demands, clearly trying to get him to continue to remove his clothing.

“I… uh… gotta go!” The man immediately shoves passed the surprised Ariel and runs out of the room.

He b-lined for the closest bathroom while holding his ass. His stomach is still making noise like a dying whale. His once in a lifetime chance with a princess is destroyed by a sudden onslaught of explosive diarrhea. Fake Ariel only waits for a few minutes before snorting and walking away, still looking aggravated and unfulfilled.

“Are you listening to me, owner!”

“Hah?” You finally pull back from your totally not spying on people magic. “You’re talking?

“Owner… I was telling you all the things I’ve been doing. I have information on all of the future gladiators for this next round as well as their weaknesses. I discovered six plots, two which were aimed at Riun, which I stopped through clever espionage. I even helped get that stupid sex toy proper permissions to be in the mansion after she almost caused a national incident! Why you’d use it to do your spy work instead of me is beyond me. On that note, I found the identity of this fake. You won’t believe this… it’s actually-“

“Cinderella, yes, I know.”

“!?”

“It’s a name that starts with C. Known by Grimhilde. She is vengeful towards humans, I mean, she is a vengeful spirit, and having been raped and murdered by nobles, she’d naturally be against them. She has no distinct appearance as a ghost, but would naturally have the sex drive that the fake Ariel exudes.”

“…” Rapunzel was completely speechless.

“Yes, I know it’s Cruella.”

“Oh, thank Pun!” Rapunzel lets out a breath of relief. “I really thought for a second you were going to send this story in that direction.”

“You and a lot of people, but no, the obvious person is obvious.” you explain. “I mean, it wasn’t even like it was a secret, really. If I made this NTR-like stuff suspenseful or kept the plot meaningful I’d only have people having a fit like they are with Gaia’s story. Bunch of freaking babies.”

“What was that, owner?”

“Oh, nothing. On that note, why are you telling me all this stuff and looking at me like that?”

“Ah? Owner, haven’t I done good?”

“If by good you mean conveniently closing up plot holes and providing blatant exposition, then I suppose you’ve done your purpose…” You respond wryly.

“Then… owner… perhaps… Could you give this squirrel an award?”

“Eh? A squirrel award? You mean, like some nuts?”

Rapunzel looks down at your crotch. “Well… in manner of speaking.”

“Alright, let’s do this!” You give her a thumbs up.

“Yes!” Rapunzel looks at you excitedly.

“Next chapter!”

“Ahhhh…”

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“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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