Chapter 11

Chapter 10

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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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Chapter 9

Chapter 8

Chapter 7

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Of course, the ship kept on going, and the pair of you had to ride Mushu hard to catch up with your airship. And of course, while you rode Mushu hard, you also road Merida hard. Her only clothing was the see-through armor and no panties, so with her bare naked butt in your face as she pushes Mushu to fly faster and faster, you can’t possibly be expected to not touch her.

This time, you of course used your dick, and with Mushu already having grown accustomed to Merida and vice versa, they are able to fly smoothly even as you plow Merida from behind. Even as Merida cums in flight, Mushu is fine feeling Merida’s cum run down her neck and back, as well as your own spunk which drips down her spoiled pussy. If anything, it reminds Mushu of the previous night, and gave her warm feelings. The dragon breaths hard, only a little jealous that she can’t join you!

For dragons, a dragon frenzy isn’t a sense of shame. In fact, dragons pride themselves on their sexuality, and Mushu is probably more shameless than most as someone who openly pursues her sister. So, she has no regrets or feelings of embarrassment as she remembers ravishing the two humans on her back. As far as to how this event changes Mushu, it isn’t like she stops being a siscon. She still loves her sister, and if anything feels a little regretful she couldn’t dragon frenzy her sister. However, she still has hope when her sister reaches her first frenzy, that Mushu will be there. So yeah, she is still the same Mushu, but the experience has opened her up to the new possibilities.

The biggest change is likely a growing respect for humans. She was once very arrogant against humans, but from now on, she’ll be a lot more amendable to their presence. She could ignore your actions as those of her lord and hero, especially considering your status as human is questionable at best. However, Merida is undoubtedly a human, yet she managed to keep up with Mushu all night. For a human to survive a dragon frenzy could be considered miraculous. For a human to survive a dragon frenzy and be able to keep up with the dragon, Mushu could do nothing but gain a newfound respect for humans. Naturally, you took more than half the load off Merida’s hands, and with her stats upped and your magic available, there was never any doubt Merida would perform well… but Mushu didn’t know that.

The other thing Mushu gained from the experience is a better understanding of threesomes. She realizes how selfish and arrogant she had been in her previous threesome with you. By sharing herself equally amongst both lovers, she can enhance the experience for all three. She was actually stunting her sex with Mulan by being greedy, giving Mulan a less enjoyable experience as a result. This is blasphemy! She would become a better lover, giving you more equal attention in her future threesomes with her sister, and who knows, she might even like to have you alone from time to time.

The feel of a man is… nice. You smell different than Mulan. Plus you’re so big, and muscular. It was an entirely different world opened up to the once narrow minded Mushu. Of course, she also thought about the woman cumming on her back at the moment while the sounds of a cock pumping into her pussy sounded out through the wind. Big boobs were nice too, and so was a more curvy body like her own. Who knows, maybe in the future, Mushu would let Ariel touch her as well, and she had already decided she’d give herself to Merida again if Merida ever asked, not that she ever would.

You continue to pound Merida’s tight snatch to orgasm five times, and fill her pussy up with white stuff twice by the time the ship came into view in the distance. So much lust has run down Mushu’s neck and back that her scales would probably smell like sex for a month. This didn’t bother the dragon much at all.

As the ship grows closer, and you show no sides of slowly down your rough pounding of Merida’s backside, she turns back to you tearfully, her nose windburned, her cheeks flushed, her once tidy hair a mess. Any level of a respected wyvern knight has been stripped away by constant fucking. Is there such a thing as getting your fantasies met too well? Merida might start to think so.

“Can you please let me return with a little dignity?” She gives you begging eyes not unlike the ones that got her into this situation in the first place.

You sigh, finally pulling out and setting back heavily on Mushu’s back. Looking at Merida’s backside, now completely pink and bruised from constant abuse, her pussy swollen and pulsing, the hole drilled by your cock still gaping and unable to recover after so much nonstop sex. Drips of liquid drop from it, a mixture of your white and her clear liquids that are still oozing out. Finally, you lower her skirt, partially covering the mess you’ve made of her lower region over the last two days.

Merida gives a breath of relief, but a small part of her also has regret that it’s all over. A small part of her brain wanted to turn Mushu around and go a little longer. However, Mushu has been carrying you for several hours and it isn’t fair to keep fucking on her back. Merida has too pure of a personality to do that to someone she considers a friend. Is it normal for a knight to consider the woman who spends all night raping her as a friend? Who knows? But that’s the kind of person Merida is.

When you guys finally land, Mushu doesn’t wait to return to her human form. Of the three of you, it’s the two women who look the most haggard, with dry sticky cum all over their sexual parts, various bruises on their bodies, and windburnt faces. Mushu doesn’t even have any clothing, having destroyed her own earlier. Right now she is wearing Merida’s spare undershirt. Fortunately, the two women with similar boob sizes are able to wear similar shirts. Without waiting to say hello to anyone, both women head to the rooms to cleanup, providing a walk of shame for everyone who had been waiting on them.

After they left, you realize that everyone on the airship came out to see as soon as they heard you land. When Mushu spiraled off into the clouds yesterday, they started to worry. Naturally, when you didn’t come back, that worry started to grow. Even Snow White has worry in her eyes, but she hides it behind a placid face and a snort. Tiana has even come out of the doghouse while wearing a worried expression, but once she is sure you are okay, she gives a harrumph and turns away. She still hasn’t return to her house though.

It is actually Kida, who only recovered after you left, and Rapunzel who express vocal concern. Kida comes out and gives you a bear hug, her big breasts resting on the top of your head, before she pulls away and starts blushing, remembering the night before last. Waking up in the ruins of bed-kun had embarrassed her greatly, and she is worried that your opinion of her has been soiled. Meanwhile, Rapunzel scurried up, cocks her head left and then right, and nods when she saw you were okay, the relief on her face palpable.

“I’m sorry I worried you all. Mushu had some flying problems we had to take care of, but it’s all better now.” You lower your head and give the girls a proper apology.

Maybe it was having sex all night with a dragon in heat, or the fun both girls showed you both in the sky and on the ground, but you find yourself in a good mood. Your other women all worrying about you further warms you heart, so naturally, you feel it only right to apologize for unnecessarily worrying them.

“Ah! Rookie… It’s nothing.” Kida suddenly grows flustered.

“Warrior, do-don’t worry about it.” Snow White’s face turns yellow.

“Ah, commoner, what is commoner doing!” Tiana shrieks, her mouth wide open.

“Has Boss been broken!” The two maids held each other’s hands.

The girls seem to grow even more flustered by you giving a heartfelt apology. You can’t help but frown. You recognize you made a mistake and made people needlessly worry. All you did is provide an apology. It’s not like you’re so rude and remorseless that the girls would never expect you to apologize sincerely. Right? Right!?

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