I look up to the roof, post-coital cat-girl in one arm, perpetually wet shitgoddess in the other, and I reflect on myself: "It's been a month already, huh?"

"Nya...? We got this house just yesterday, though?"

"My, don't you worry about Wanderer's seemingly random quotes, little Moira, there are some things every Wanderer says as per tradition, he just wants to get those quotes checked as soon as possible. Isn't that right, Mister Wanderer?"

It's scary just how sharp Ishtar's senses are.

... Sometimes. When I need her the least.

Anyways, I used quite a bit of points last night in order to make more spells, acquire some new ones, and such. By the time I was done with my tweaking I was left with barely any, only leaving some points in case I need one of those "Deus Ex Machina" where I need to purchase an upgrade or skill in the midst of a crucial battle that will decide the fate of our lives and or livelihoods.

I just hope that wasn't a flag right there... Wait, isn't saving points a flag on itself? Should I spend them all?

"Nyah~" That cute cat moan was Moira unplugging her pussy, freeing droplets of cum out of her ravaged hole, most of it was absorbed overnight but once again she starts to massage my now huge cock. What? 'Dumbass! Stop wasting precious points on sex-related skills!'? Look, man, you wouldn't complain if you saw the look of shock, horror and delight when they saw my ruler-sized, cup-wide magnum dong, not only that, but I can last almost as my previous incarnation of my Mortal Realm, cum so fucking much that her belly swells up, and regenerate said addictive, sinfully tasty cum before I even get to bust again. Huh? The reason why just now I gave a more detailed description of my buddy and his specs? Well, now I can actually reach their cervix, so that gave me enough confidence to boast about it. Problem is...

I reach down to Moira's nethers, only to find very little resistance. Yeah, since their bodies were designed to squeeze down cuck-sized cocks, so they became loose amazingly fast thanks to the repetitive abuse by yours truly. "Hey, Gil~ Fill me up already~" Moans Moira as I gently massage her lady bits. "Mrrrr~ I want to feel my eggs fertilize when I'm in public, so hurry~"

However, Ishtar was not having any of this. Because she also wanted my seed, not because she was annoyed or hungry or anything. The big breasted lady puts her assets against my arm, enveloping it in her warmth. "My, such rudeness, little kitty," she playfully scolds Moira. "I'm the Wanderer's one and only cum dumpster ready for breeding at all times, how can he not choose me first? Don't you think I fill the Wanderer's taste the most?"

Sparks were flying out of their eyes (although Ishtar's were closed as usual) and I felt as I was being sexually and morally objectified. "Do I get a say in this?"

""No.""

Man, cat fights are scary... Oh, shit, I made a fucking pu-

 

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"Master, I humbly apologize for lack of menu today as well, I hope this bitch's cooking is of your liking."

I nod at Mary as I see our plates with nothing but cheap meat and some rice. "I appreciate your efforts in our accommodation, bitch, so there is nothing to worry about since our current financial situation is quite dire." Yes, yes, being the head of the house sometimes is fulfilling. Hera usually is the one ordering our cuck-maids around so I can say I have some experience. Oh, and Mary seemed to like the nickname "bitch" quite a bit and now uses it to address herself as such.

"Once again, this bitch humbly apologize as well for her absence in your crotch area during such a filling moment of the day, but this bitch's skills when it comes to copulating are still lacking and so this bitch will train for master's sake. I hope that that lipstick is enough to satisfy your manly needs."

Humu, humu, although the under-the-table blowjob is very lacking, it's a pleasant feeling.

Plop. "Puah!" Lyra gasps as she liberates her lips from my cock. "Master, why must I clean after those lipsticks when you could have cleaned beforehand? I'm not quite interested in tasting another woman, so I would prefer to taste only your penis and seed, if you may."

"Noted." Taking a bite out of the roasted meat in my plate and a sip of my cheap wine, I force Lyra to take my length once again as I cum almost on demand, making her gag and struggle as she fails gracefully to swallow my thick, tasty, and addictive cock milk. Once my torrent of virile seed subsided, I let go of her head and was a bit displeased to see her almost vomit all of it as soon as she could take in air, apologizing while chocking and sobbing all the while. My heart fucking hurt like a fucking bitch since I wanted to treat my harem with care, but this is exactly what she wanted me to do. ‘I will give you fellaito so that your seed seasons my food, so please try to force me to drink your male milk, Master, and don’t stop unless I give the signal’. After explaining how these relationships usually work to Lyratheen, we agreed on using a safe word, and a safe sign in case she was gagged or deep in my cock.

Do not comfort her, Zeus, this will just make her angry; think of the times you went against your wife’s fantasies and the scolding she gave you!

Moira, however, does not share my sentiment of pity. “Nyaha? She calls us lipsticks but can’t even swallow the fifth morning load? Aren’t you being a little cocky, nya?” Oho? This new, smug side of Moira was looking good. No, wait, I think she is just cocky because she is carrying like a fucking liter of my cum in her insides. Just how she did it? Well, she always dreamed of doing exactly just that (drinking a whole liter of cum with her lower mouth) so she always kept a really niche, exclusive edition, G*enshit S*mpact SSR rarity, magicide powered set of ‘keep seed inside my vagina’ equipment with her. That was just a fancy way of spelling ‘Duct Tape that keeps cum in the pussy and prevents it from dripping or being absorbed’. Now with pee-hole! Get it now at…! Somewhere in the world where ladies with that very fetish unite. Oh, and Moira tried to convert Ishtar to the ways of ‘Holding Semen’ after our beastly copulation from last night, but she declined because she said that her body did that by nature. Needless to say, they hit it off pretty well after that despite of their rivalry.

…!? Lyra went right back to my cock! Is this… A clean up blowjob!? Usually, my dear wife orders a cucked servant to clean me up after I cum in her ass, saying things like ‘This is the closes you will get to taste me, so dig in!’. It was always a bit awkward, but they eventually grow to enjoy it and now often fight for the right to clean me up after our act… Well, Lyra ain’t stopping and I ain’t nutting, so I stop my munching to see her and what in the worlds she is trying to do.

“Is something wrong dear? Surely that lipstick is doing her job properly?” Ishtar didn’t seem to care about the fact that a lewd, sloppy and messy sound of sucking and gagging was now clouding the previously silent room. I was currently seating besides Ishtar this time at the narrow end of the table while Moira was dinning on the side of it. I say ‘narrow’ with very large quotation marks because it was wide enough for two people -The head of the house and his mistress, I assumed. Thanks to this she easily raises the low-quality cloth that functions as a cover for the table and both of us looked at a junkie. Yep, she had (Addiction – Major) and was now trying suck my balls dry, but because of her bellow amateur -to not say ‘dogshit’-, skills, it was just painful instead of pleasurable. “Dear, is this your doing…?” Said shitgoddess with actual worry for once.

I cough awkwardly, adjusting my collar as I inform my women that my fluids may be addictive thanks to a skill of mine. Now, no one other than Lyra had tasted my cum before, so they were a bit skeptical at first, but Ishtar soon scooped a bit of stray cum from Lyra’s cheek and ate it herself. “O-oh my… This taste…”  Yep, (Addiction – Minor). “W-wanderer, it is quite hard to hold myself from performing fellatio on you, s-so I shall excuse myself until I find a w-way to purify it. T-this -hah~- poison will s-surely help me gain ex-p-perience,”

. . .

“…Wandernyan, just what kind of class you have…?” I know she didn’t mean to be rude since she immediately apologized while looking away, but that did make me laugh.

“Seems like this bitch was lucky enough to have such a slutty Master.” Mary, you are not helping either, stop looking at me with those shiny, depraved eyes! And I was joking when I said you shouldn’t bath! Yes, your smell was somewhat enhanced and it did make my dick twitch, but hygiene is important! And why did you pronounce ‘slut’ as a compliment!? Is that what they call the female playboys? Ahh… My dick now hurts…

I tried to push Lyra off, but she just clawed at me, so I gave up. I could cum so that she is sated, but I need to go hard in order to have that option. She was now even biting slightly on my wood… Ishtar! Please hurry up! I want to fuck normally!

!? My ‘Women that want to kill you’ sensor is tingling! Could it be…? “Moira, please help me with Lyra before the lesbo-bitches-“

“WHAT DID YOU CALL US!?”

Ah… If only I could ask a certain AI to play a certain anime song sung by a certain Lovecraftian priestess, this would have lifted my spirits a bit, but no, I don’t even get that when the lesbo-bitches slam the door wide open as they interrupt quite rudely my painful moment.

Their clothes were misshaped, their heir unkempt, their cheeks flushed and their legs trembling with a translucent liquid dripping from their thighs. They were both wearing night gowns provided by Mary. Calli was the one on front while Alice stumbled her way to my seat. “EXPLAIN WHAT YOU DID TO US RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

[Seems like it worked out just fine, didn’t it?]

Yep, they were under the effect of one of my wife’s weird setting requests. The setting? Sexually frustrated lesbians beg for my manly cock while they watch each other succumb to what tongue and fingers can’t achieve. The fact that they were sex friends that used one another to satisfy themselves was just a plus, and a bigger plus if they had feelings for each other, but that was debatable judging the way they treated Moira. Oh, said cat-girl had a rather amused expression on her face right now.

[Taunt her a bit, and that Alice girl seems to be near her breaking point so tonight she will ask you to fuck her if you tell them what you did. If needed to, tie the tomboy girl onto a chair so that she sees her sex friend be filled with your unfaithful seed into her unfaithful womb while she drowns in ecstasy! I can just tell the little lady is straight as dry pasta but was influenced by her friends to become a lesbian.]

No, wife, you missed the mark by the end -oh, yeah, she wasn’t there to see her stab me in the back until I was dead, was she? Regardless, I still had to obey her so I went into ‘Zeus’ mode for a bit. “Oho? What seems to be the problem? Are you now asking me to join you during your sorry excuse of love making?”

Calli was now fuming. “I want you to explain why we can’t pleasure ourselves or each other!”

Hehe… All according to keikaku!

“It’s elementary, my dear. I just tweaked with your collars so that the only way to receive pleasure either directly or indirectly is by me!” Oh shit, her eyes were scary let me tell you what, but I had to keep up my façade.

In a quick motion she grabs Ishtar’s used knife and tried to stab me in the eye. Scary! But I trusted in the magic from this Realm and almost let out a sigh of relief when her hand suddenly stopped and dropped the knife, only for her to receive a watered-down version of the punishment curse. I say ‘watered-down’, but it still made her drop on the ground, writhing in pain. Thankfully, Alice did nothing but look at me with hopeful eyes as she accidentally let out ‘With a male?’ and ‘I wouldn’t mind it, but why?’. Things were going smoothly!

Moira took advantage of her pseudo-stalkers and laughed at her wholeheartedly. “Nyahaha! Just swallow your pride and get mated by a proper tool!” She stood up from her seat and walked to the poor merc’s side. “None of your puny toys you dirty fetishists have made compare to the pleasure of a real cock. If you like the shape and size might as well take the real thing, right, spurt?” Oh, I guess that is how she calls Alice when angry, the girl in question just dozed off when she saw just how big my limp cock is. Yeah, Lyra is still sucking on it, but still. “I bet you haven’t even held hands with a male before, have you, tomboy?” Hey! Tomboys need some love, too!

Calli manages to resist the shock therapy and musters enough strength to sustain her own weight on her arms and look up to the cat-girl. Huh? Why wasn’t I saying anything? Dude, cat fights are scary… Fuck that. “I d-don’t need to hear it from the same monster that was moaning so loud we were called out on the job, you dirty glossed lipstick!”

Yeah, no, this was getting out of control, Calli went straight to slurs and I was not about to let my woman be belittered like that right in front of my eyes, but as I was about to stand up and calm them down Moira motioned me to not intervene, her looks telling me that she had kept her cool despite Calli’s taunts.

“So what? Don’t you do the same to every girl you see as long as she is cute? I’ve heard you moan like a freaking idiot when you were sniffing my ears when you did me,” to this, Callie grimaces. “Or how about you enveloping you dirty fricking fake cock with my fallen hair?” Yikes, even I felt that. “Oh, and let’s not forget that you conciedently go leak when I do and hide in the bushes with your toy in your pussy.” STOP, MOIRA, SHE IS ALREADY DEAD AND I DIDN’T HAVE TO KNOW SHE HAD A PISS FETISH! LOOK! SHE IS EVEN CRYING!

“And you!” Moira then signals to Alice who then is taken out of her cock-trance. “You are into smells, right? Well come and catch a big whiff of the smell of mating!” She then pulls down her shorts and presents her sealed-off pussy, it might be still sealed, but thanks to the magicite the smell is amplified outside of the body. The small girl complies reluctantly and crawls in front of Moira’s filled box, but looks one last time at her as if asking permission. “Get on with it already you dirty glossed lipstick!” Was ‘Glossed lipstick’ the evolution of ‘lipstick’? So many terms I didn’t quite get… Regardless, Alice did as told and… She straight up gained (Addiction – Minor). No joke, it was so drastic se extended her tongue to lick the dried up fluids around her crotch but Moira quickly kicked her away from her while hissing. With a smug smile, the lioness says her last bit before leaving. “Your copulation is childish in comparison of what Gil does. Take that as you will, nya.”

Right after Moira leaves the only thing that could be heard was Lyra’s sucking, Calli’s sobbing and ‘She knows’s, and Alice’s heavy breathing. After some moments of that symphony, Mary manages to speak a simple question, “Master, I am not as messed up as these girls, am I?” I just shake my head, which makes her sigh in relief. “What do we do about these… Things?” Ouch, not even Mary, the stinky rape fetishist acknowledges them as human beings anymore…

“T-take them to their room once they eat,” I then grab Lyra but she tries very hard to resist, so I have to hold her roughly. “Bring me to Lyra’s room and also some rope, we will tie her up until we can dispel her addiction.” My maid gracefully bows and does as told. By the time she returns with a rope Alice had begun her meal, albeit absentminded and while looking at me with hungry, depraved eyes while muttering things like ‘Will I smell like that?’ and then some. Calli, on the other hand, ate away silently without looking up, which was kind of hard to do since she was still very much aroused and wet.

Anyways! We leave the dinning room and Mary starts to guide me to the visitor’s hall and we strike up a conversation to restore the mood. “I must humbly apologize if I ever made you feel awkward with my fantasies, Master,” I was almost shocked to hear her being so honest and… Normal, even going as far as to stop and bow a whole 90° towards me.

“Hey, hey! Do not worry about such things!” I assure her, still a little bit scared by the cat fight. “You are one of my women, so it makes me happy that you are direct with your kinks and preferences. My job is to make you feel at ease and accept yourself while indulging in your darkest desires. Oh, except if those desires involve other men, in that case I can’t allow that.”

My maid straightens herself and looks at me with surprise. “You do not like sharing your women? But isn’t it difficult to impregnate women just by yourself? Even if the girl’s filter is broken, that doesn’t subtracts the fact that we only have one of you,” she seems as she just remembered something. “Sorry for not explaining it, but you get monetary compensation even if it wasn’t you who impregnated your harem members, so it is common in this world to share a each other’s girls, or even more so, unite as many men as possible to perform some sorts of orgy in order to have many men ejaculate in the man’s woman as he watches.”

… My dick fucking shrunk, let me tell you what. Not only were men cuck-sized, but they were also actual cucks! Calm down! Do not lash out your anger about those sorry excuses of ‘men’ with your big titty hot Victorian maid! Instead, teach them the ways of how men should behave! “S-sorry for being rude! It’s just that most female Wanderers that have come to this world have taught us that that is what they do where they come from!”

Ah, that makes a little bit more sense. Unfaithful hoes implanted the that being a cuck is good. I, however, doubt men are into that sort of stuff. I sigh and pat her on the shoulder. “Listen, Mary, you did nothing wrong. I was not offended by your comment but by what men do in this Realm,” I resumed our walking since I still had a Rabid cum-addict in my shoulder. “Those were just excuse by those women for being unfaithful, back in my Realm and many others, those acts are called ‘Cuckoldry’ and are very, very frowned upon. Some men are into it, yes, but I myself find those very men pathetic, and I’m not the only one.”

I start recalling all of those lewd comics I have read, the ones involving normal cuckoldry, and always made me feel disgust even back when I was a playboy. I found it fine as long as everyone consented and used protection, but most of the time they did neither and now the dude was unknowingly raising a bastard child her piece of shit woman conceived behind his back. Some do deserve it, I can attest to that since being a ‘cuck’ is almost a personality trait for some, but not even Hera dared to order me to homewreck a mutual loving, passionate couple -the only couples she targeted were ones of one-sided love, relationships where none of them are compatible and are therefore to have very unhappy lives, or ones where they are better off without the other. Fuck, I even heard my wife say that the reason why she cucks our servants is to control their urges and prevent them from attacking her. Scissoring was a way of making them Fallen, so she forbade any servant to copulate with each other, instead they are rewarded by seeing their idea, loved typed of woman fuck in front of then, and even are allowed to do some things like masturbate to each other and if they do a remarkably good job, even have their pussies eaten by her while I fuck her. They are given a warning whenever they want to be sent this way, and they must consent to this type of play if they want to have their needs properly fulfilled.

“Listen carefully and respond with your honest, personal feelings,” I take a more mature aura than my appearance implies, but I have to set things straight. “Would you be happy if I told you be impregnated in front of me when I’m the only man in this Realm that will accept you for who you are?”

“If you order me-“

“No, don’t give me that shit,” she was spooked by my angry remark, but I softened my features as to calm her down. “Will you honestly watch me as I get scarred for life as I see you be impregnated for nine whole months of our lives by another man even though we share the same feelings. Even though I’m more than capable of doing what that ugly bastard is doing, and even beyond that, even tough you have fallen for me after seeing that I didn’t bat an eye to your behavior that has made you go into late adulthood without a child because the other men find you too ‘obscene’?”

Mary becomes extremely surprised, which means that my theory was spot on. “How did you…”

“Answer me,” I interrupt her once again. “Will you hurt me and make me and raise the kid of another man when we want one of our own? Even after I and only I have accepted you completely?”

This time she takes some moments to answer, but her answer is absolute and obvious. “… No, I wouldn’t be happy in the least. I only want you to make me bear children and no one else…” Man, now it looks like I’m scolding her, so I just laugh and pat her back gently. Now that I think about it, did Lyra stopped moving? She was still breathing, but she was no longer struggling, was she somehow capable of understanding our conversation? Huh, she lost (Addiction – Major) and instead had (Withdrawal – Major), so I guess our heart-to-heart sobered her up. Still, I didn’t feel any strength coming from her, probably due to her withdrawal, so I still carried her to her room.

I guess I will have this talk with everyone, huh? Some business those poisonous snakes did to this Realm…

[sigh…]

Even the Goddess of the cucks is angry.

 

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I checked on my new ‘Quests’ tab and found some interesting stuff, like helping the dinner and a ‘Hornmeat stand’, which are the ones I helped develop new recipes; seems like they had a feeling on what I did that life but couldn’t quite make it into reality. Another quest about, and I fucking quote: “Evade Jess.” Not a mission to kill her, or even fend her off right off the bat, but instead a ‘Don’t die, stupid’ permanent objective. But the quest that shone the most was the ‘A Place to Call Home’ questline. Why? Well…

[A Place to Call Home]
[Fulfill the following criteria: (Staff: 1/6 maids, 0/2 butlers, 0/3 cooks, 0/5 guards, 0/2 guard animals). (Renovations: Soldier’s Barracks, Training Grounds, Mistress’ Room, Library, Breeding Room, Public Gloryhole, Milking Room, Brothel, Nursery, Laboratory, Smithy, Soapland). Optional: (Upgrades: Furniture II, Servant’s Chambers I, Obedience Room II, Obedience Equipment II, Toys II, Storage II, Guest Bedrooms II, Kitchen II, Main Chamber III, Uniforms II, Weaponry II).]

You know what this calls for? That’s right! Territory management arc! Oh, but that will have to wait until I renovate a Brothel because we were half a million Suns in debt. How much is that? Well, 1 American dollar is roughly 10 Suns, give or take, and considering that Mercs got paid around 300 to 500 Suns per escort contract in a Realm where everything wants to kill you if you are not male (in which case you get raped to death), you can imagine how fucking dire the situation is! But maybe I’ll have to make a gloryhole in the meantime… Hmm? Me? A cuck for selling my girls into prostitution? Oh, no, you’ve got me wrong! I’m selling my cock into prostitution! That way I get EXP, money, and my dick wet -quite the sly move, eh?

Anyways, for now I had to make time while Ishtar does something for once and cures my cocksleeve out of her addiction, so right now I was with Moira and Mary on an emergency meeting of sorts. The subject? Well, see for yourself…

Target:
Name: Rose
Title: Den Mother of the Great Desert Hunting Grounds
Race: Great Desert Mistress Cat
Level: 18
HP: 513/513
MP: 62/62
VIT: 212/212
Age: 1 year old (Mature)
Sex: Female
Occupation: Gil's Pet
Womb: +85% fertility (outside of heat - heat in 3 days)
States: Hungry (27%), thirsty (17%), sexual frustration (355%), lustful (620%).
Effects: (Domestication – 54%)
Traits: Super rare race, den mother, endless libido, extreme pregnancies,
(More information available)

Name: Violet
Title: One who defied destiny
Race: Desert Cat Lesser Guardian
Level: 22 (reduced)
HP: 819/819
MP: 109/109
VIT: 244/244
Age: 10 months (Adult)
Sex: Female
Occupation: Gil's Pet
Womb: +10% fertility (outside of heat - heat in 103 days)
States: Hungry (57%), thirsty (72%), sexual frustration (525%), lustful (1020%).
Effects: (Domestication – 83%)
Traits: Super Rare race, dungeon keeper, unmatched libido, unrivaled pregnancies,
(More information available)

“Correct me if I’m wrong, Wandernyan, but did you just say the red one is a Den Mother and the purple one a Dungeon Keeper, nya?”

“That is correct, my cute cat-girl, those are indeed what I just said what they are.”

“. . .”

“If I may, Master…”

“Go ahead, my elegant bitch.”

“Well, in that case… We are quite in a situation where we can all be arrested if we let anyone see those two monsters -What I’m, trying to say is…”

“What went by your head when you picked them up discretely from the storage?”
“Are nya loose in the head, Wandernyan?”

The monster girls in question had a rather unique look to them in comparison of Moira. Rose had silky, short, rose colored hair (no shit) and was nearing the 160 cm of height but wasn't quite there yet. Her limbs were very humanoid, but her breasts were fucking huge, easily as big as Ishtar’s, but with impossible perk and bounciness that defied gravity itself. Her hips were absolute divine as were her thighs, but the rest of her legs were slender and firm. She had a wild pubic area, but not quite to Ishtar's level. Despite being a den mother, I could see her pussy being as tight as a virgin's. Her eyes did not have unusual sclera, but the pupils were like ones of a fucking lion king by just how menacing they were looking at me. She herself had beautiful brown skin that seemed soft and well kept. Although her fangs hanged outside of her mouth even when closed, but somehow they were rather cute. When she opened her mouth her long, raspy tongue brushed against her deceivingly big fangs. Her shape was very human despite having no dilution.

Violet, on the other hand, was on the other side of the spectrum. She was easily 220 cm tall, had cat-like legs (although they didn't have any fur), long arms that ended in razor-sharp claws, bigger cat ears, bushier (pubic) hair, a solid dark gray tone for skin, a scary amount of muscles, and much more. Regretfully she didn't win the genetic lottery and ended up with small breast in comparison of her Amazonian body (about a B cup, maybe?). and her hips were average. But she made up in her leg game. Boy, oh boy did she had juicy, thick, muscular legs -I would gladly have my head popped like a balloon between that glorious pair of artistic Greatersends. They were a bit weird, with the whole 'bipedal feline' thing she had going for her, but they were beautiful none the less. But her eyes were very scary -they were thin, with dark sclera, slitted pupils that actually shone a bright red. All her teeth looked like they came straight out of a shark's mouth and she had very little shame when showing them, mainly grinning from ear to ear whenever she looked at me.

I didn’t say how I knew their race, but my companions didn’t question me once they heard it, but what they did question was my sanity because, apparently, one of those were classified as a ‘Region Class level threat’, but both at the same time could be classified as a ‘Country Class level threat’. It wasn’t rare for Dungeon Guardians to spawn if my Analyze was telling the truth since one spawned every couple of months or so, but a Den Mother of any kind could elevate the danger of a whole region ten-fold if she wasn’t killed, mainly because they had a special skill that allowed them to fertilize other females without semen or anything like that But when they got pregnant themselves? Boy, was there a problem. Packs of leveled Dungeon Guardians would pop out of her womb like a fucking machinegun and the whole region, or state, could be wiped off the map in the span of a single month.

So, I had two hot girls that could get me executed if the government knew I had them. In my fucking front yard. Without a leash, the only thing stopping them, from impregnating my women or having me impregnate them was my single command of ‘Stay there’. But! Good thing is: another one of these won’t spawn until they die, but since taming them is unheard of, that fact is a little bit shaky, not going to lie.

“Nya, can you do something about the Den Mother? I want to carry a human child, not a mindless monster’s one…” Looks like calling a un-diluted monster-girl ‘monster’ wasn’t a problem, no way my cute cat-girl was a racist! “Just how are we going to hide this from the Church. nya…”

Mary lets out a sigh of defeat, clearly bummed by the fact that we have a serious case of domestic terrorism on our front yard. “Master, this bitch thinks that it would be prude to get rid of them with haste before any complication arises.”

“What? No. They are hot.”

“Excuse me?”
“Nya!?”

Wait, didn’t they see just how hot they were? If it weren’t for the nation-ending offspring, I would have been breeding with them right this instant. I didn’t get to see them yesterday and Mary was too scared to feed them more than scraps, but it looks like it was the first time Moira has seen one of these in her life. Besides, do just know the sheer amount of EXP knocking them up would yield? The skills they would give me? I would have to find a way for them to give birth to normal cat-girls, though.

“Let’s just say they are our guard dogs, how about that?” My idea was met with little opposition looking as I could manage to make them not mate into oblivion, so now we got two cute guard… Cats? Regardless, I gave them simple orders of not mating with anyone other than me (which received a disapproved look from my companions), to guard the front door from any intruder and to poop in the bushes, to which Moira told me they didn’t shit since they weren’t diluted. Cool!

The only problem now was my pelvis being obliterated from this Realm if they did manage to mate forcefully with me… A problem for future me.

What were we doing? Ah, yeah, money. I had a little bit from the day before yesterday, but I still had to check on my Box, but for that we had to buy a good enough container so that I could pull out big stuff from it. Ishtar did warn me yesterday that the bigger mistakes most kids do is assigning small or fragile containers as their Box, and once your Box breaks, all that stuff is gone forever and you have to start from scratch. That’s why our next move is to go to a blacksmith and buy one from them.

Regardless, onwards to the obligatory blacksmith! Now that I think about it, one renovation was to make one myself, huh? Maybe I could teach them how to make alloys? I know some, but I doubt they have titanium or even know that it exists… I asked Moira about her daggers since she was carrying them and told me that they were fairly expensive and were easy to maintain, checking them once proved me that she was, in fact, scammed since they weren’t even templated, but judging by her reaction people didn’t really do that either… You are telling me this isekai was a generic medieval isekai but the weapon technology was far behind? Did none of the Wanderers question their weapons? By my pride…

Mary wasn’t with us, by the way, since someone had to take care of Ishtar and Lyratheen since my drug-like cum was supposed to make them crave more and more sex and, by proxy, make them more and more thirsty and hungry.

This was an absolute win for Moira since now we were both alone for the rest of the day.

“Mrr~” Moira was purring happily as she held into my arm, almost skipping a step or two.

“You seem happy today, huh?” My remark made her giggle as she let out yet another purr and entangled her tail further into my inner thighs.

“Nya, what is it not to be happy with? Prr~, I have so much seed sealed in my innards that my belly is bloated, in heat, lucky enough to have been bred by such an outstanding male, and to tops I get to have you for myself all day?” Moira lets out a satisfied sigh as she takes in her own smell. “I couldn’t care less that we had two monster that could get my head separated from my shoulders, nya, this might be the happiest day of my life!”

This time I let out a chuckle and seeing as we still had some distant to traverse, I asked her about that fetish of hers. “Nya? Being honest, I didn’t quite get it back when my kin-friend told me about it, I thought it was disgusting to smell like copulation and annoying to have your unders soaked with wasted seed, but once I got to taste fake seed in my vagina, I knew I had to try the real thing,” to this she rubbed her navel. “The dealer was when my kin-friend managed to get hold of real seed in the black market, and the face she was making made me know that showing off how my eggs were fertilized to all was the greatest feeling a female could have, nya.” A surprise tug on my crotch made me jump a little. “The fact that you can bring me the joys of big penetrations unlike those stupid toys could do was a plus, and an even bigger plus the fact that you can ejaculate more than once a week, nya.”

Huh? What did she say? “Do men in this Realm really cum once a week?” I ask a little too baffled.

“Nya?” It was Moira’s turn to be confused. “Nya heard males don’t get excited often and that’s why they have groups of other males fertilize their women?” Wait, so not only where they cuck-sized, cucks, but they were a bunch of biological cucks? Well, hearing as to how sheltered some males can be, it doesn’t surprise me if they grow up to have very little libido.

Oops, the smithy is just in sight. ‘Grea’s Smithy’ was the name. It had some folk loitering about, going in and out of it so I guess it was quite popular, and yeah, they all stopped to see me.

Ding-ding!

“General armor to the left, blades to the right, if you have any request then we aren’t taking any,” behind the counter a very, very, bored elf sat while reading newspapers. Sorry, my men, but she was very plain; no thick thighs, colossal tits nor bombastic ass here, she was just normal all around and had a scary natural glare in her eyes. Her hair was not blonde nor her skin pearlescent white, they were black and an aggressive tan that stood out from the looseness from her overalls. Yet she had slightly pointed ears, so my guess was a half-elf.

A quick look at her Status proved me that she was, in fact, masturbating. Oh, and yeah, she was half ‘Mountain Elf’. How I knew she was masturbating? Well, I could hear a light ‘bzzt’ and her Status ratted her out as she had (Aroused – Minor), but it looked like nobody knew that she had a rotor on. What? Did you think rotors were silent? No, they were particularly loud and easy to hear.

“God mornyan, miss Cadence!” cheered Moira as she stepped up to her. “How are things, nya?” Cadence -Not Grea, looks away from her paper for a brief moment and as soon as she saw Moira she took an annoyed expression, which was amplified by her natural glare.

“Hey, Moira, need me to make another batch of throwing knives? Again? For the fourth time in this month?” Despite being aggressive the cat-girl in question just let out a playful laugh, almost as if they were the bestest of friends or something, but you could just tell by a glimpse that this relationship was one-sided.

“nyaa~ You know you love all the work I give you, don’t you?”

The clerk blows air at her in disagreement. “Says the halfie that somehow loses all her knives in matter of days and leaves me with an order so sinfully mundane that it makes me want to die.”

“Nyahaha! A jokester as always!”

“Moira. Box.” I didn’t mean to be rude, but we did have more places to go, like the hospital and the church if we had time. Though, I wouldn’t mind staying longer here since the half elf’s scent was very much unique and addictive, although I couldn’t smell it completely due to the smell of iron and the forge far behind the clerk.

“That’s right, nya,” her happy-go-lucky attitude calmed down a bit. “Do you have any box big enough for a Wanderer?”

“A Wanderer? Why would you-“ Finally, after so much time she saw me and her eyes widened in surprise, however…

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STORE, I DON’T DEAL WITH NOBLES.”

Ahh… This was a first, not going to lie, I was definitely not hoping for her to jump my bones or anything… “W-wait a minute, Cadence!” Moira exclaimed in desperation. “He is the Wanderernyan! Wan-der-nyan! Not a noble! Calm down!” To this the undeniable rage slowly drained, but not completely, from her face.

“Oho? Are you sure you weren’t tricked by another disgusting noble, Moira?” Cadence crossed her arms, newspaper dropped on the bar as she eyed me with serious caution. Did she really not hear the rumors of me being this year’s Wanderer? Some shopkeeper she is…

“What? Do I not look the part?” I, of course, wasn’t going to take shit from no one, and if push comes to shove, I punch her in the face. What? Chivalry? Do you know how many female beings I have fought? How many have cause havoc in my Realm? I, for one, believe in true gender equality because if someone is being an asshole, then they deserve getting punched in the face regardless of sex!

The girl just laughs mockingly. “Wouldn’t be the first time they hire a man from another country in order to ask me for my services, no amount of… Wait a second…” She leaned forward to me and sniffed me loudly, and after some creepy whiffs se backed down and her anger transformed into a sly grin. “You… Might do.”

“Nya?”

I had a bad feeling about this.

“Say, male,” Cadence began once again. “Is it your seed the one inside of Moira? If so, my proposition is off because I have run out of Boxes.” At our confused expressions she explained: “Many merchants have come to this little backwater town in order to cash into the rumors of a Den Mother inside the Sand Coffin, so I have run out of Boxes. Except for one.”

“And your terms?” My question pleased her since it showed that I was not naive as the other males. “Surely you have something you want from me and only me.”

The clerk nodded. “I want you to copulate with my wife.”

“What the fuck?”
“Nyan the fuck?”

The would-be cucked cleared her throat. “Let me rephrase that: I want you to impregnate my wife.”

[What the actual fuck…]

After some moments of silence Cadence grew more frustrated. “Well? I bet an ugly male like you had your woman participate in a group seeding, so just accept! And you!” She pointed a Moira. “Don’t you dare look at me with those eyes! I trust you to keep this a secret, or else I won’t offer my service to neither of you!” Wait, so being a female cuck was looked down upon? What kind of double fucking standard is this!?

“You see, nya,” Moira speaks as she rubs her pronounced navel a bit too proud. “This is the seed Gil filled me with this very morning-“

“Then the deal is off. Fuck off and never return now that you know my secret.” She immediately picked up her newspaper. “Well then, you can go have your females be seeded by-“ thunk! “-THE MOTHER’S BUSH WHAT IS THAT MONSTER!?”

What she was referring to was my flaccid monster of cock and balls that were laid now on the table. I grabbed a nearby stool, prompted myself on it, and let loose of my champion right before this girl’s eyes. She was so shocked she even swore in name of her Goddess. “T-that’s right, nya! Gil is not like any other cute male!” Oi, did you just compliment other men in front of me? “He is a top tier breeding slut! This seed?” Moira tapped her belly once more. “Was the third load of this morning, nya! And the seventh of the last 24 hours!” She finished her sermon by lifting my shirt, revealing my abs in the process. I felt like a fucking product but if this meant getting my dick wet then I didn’t mind. “Nyan here! This is what every male ought to be! You only find him ugly because you have not felt the warm in his muscles! Go ahead, nyahaha! Touch the firmness of a true male!” I added emphasis by doing a presenting motion with my hands, as if showing off a miraculous item that would change the world from the foundation off.

The half-elf was a bit- no, she was very reluctant, but the look on her eyes were as if she was witnessing the truths of this world. Normally it was the woman’s role to become strong and muscular in order to protect the male, so the idea of a strong, fine man protecting said women was a bit odd to most This was clear by what Moira told me yesterday, but when I explained in great detail how I would protect her since she was my woman, her female instincts kicked in and caved into the need to be protected. Sexually speaking, of course, since most if not all women in this Realm were more than capable of defending themselves.

Cadence hesitantly puts her hand in my abs and I was surprised to see just how soft it was despite working with a blacksmith, so the rubbing sensation made my dick twitch. “It-it moved!” She exclaimed in surprise, retracting her hand. Oh, and her status of arousal became ‘Major’.

“Well, are you going to touch his truly manly penis, little cuck?” Moira’s taunt made her even more excited rather than angry, and with that little push she went and grabbed my meat. Oops! Almost forgot to tune my fluids so that they are less harmful but still addictive!

She hesitated less when she grabbed my cock, and the unruly warmth coming from it almost made me moan and gasp like a virgin web novel protagonist with zero experience in sex. The half-elf rubbed it slowly and was even more shocked when it became bigger and harder, only stopping once it raised off the table at full mast, drool coming out of the corner of her cute little mouth.

“Well, what do you say, nyan?”

“… Th-the deal is on… J-just let me inform my wife beforehand -But I have one more condition!” We both raised our eyebrows at her sudden docile behaviour, but this time she looked at me. “Y-you let me see you co-copulating!”

Now, I had a trick up my sleeve, but I just needed confirmation…

[H-honey, why don’t you have sex with this elf after you creampie her wife multiple times? L-leave her with only s-scraps of your godly seed and m-make her only be satisfied with your c-cock?]

“You have yourself a deal, miss half-elf,” my answer was for both my wife and her.

I retrieved my man meat into my pants once more, leaving Cadence with her mouth slightly agape and her breaths a bit shorter and sharper than before, but my dick twitched once more when she went ahead and licked the hand she was using to rub my head and tip.

“Nya, Cadence, you want something else from us?”

“Ah! Y-yes!” She cleared her throat, hesitated to wipe her hand on her apron, only to do it anyways, and regained somewhat of her usual serious aura, except without the bitchy part. “As a token of my trust in you, I will give you the Box right away, so just wait a moment.” Truth to her word, she went and came from the back of the workshop in less then a minute carrying a pretty big, very fancy wooden chest.

The design was intricate, the dark, fine wood was accentuated with gray, golden and red metals, almost as if were for royalty. Most of the designed came down to patterns of flowers and swords and shields. It did have engraving in a very rare, ancient language which I recognized since I knew every language in the Records, but was surprise none the less to see it here due to just how old it was.

“N-nya…? Do we get this by just cucking you? Are you s-sure, nya?” Even Moira was taken back by just how beautiful -no, elegant, the chest was. Not only was it a masterpiece of a design, but it was huge, I would say meter and a half long and half a meter wide with almost a meter of height. I knew she had big strength due to her HP stat, but this was ridiculous!

“My teacher made this in case a Wanderer came to this town, but since you are doing me such a big favor, I might as well give it to you, even though you are not this year’s Wanderer.”

“But I’m though.”

“Huh?”

“I’m this year’s Wanderer.”

“But you are a male.”

“And the Wanderer.”

“…”

Once Cadence processed this information, she calmly took a breath of fresh air, walked to our side of the counter, and promptly prostrated herself. “I GRACEFULLY OFFER MY SINCEREST APOLOGY, MISTER WANDERER. YOU MAY TAKE THE BOX AND FORGET ABOUT OUR DEAL.”

“What? Fuck no, I still want to continue our deal.”

The lady stood up and looked at me in desperation. “You don’t have to go to such lengths, Wanderer! It was my selfish desire to have my kink fulfilled and have a child with my wife that drove me to be so rude! I have no excuse for my behavior! The Church would chop my head if they knew what transpired here!”

I held her shoulders in order to make her stay still. “Wow wow wow! Calm down! I want to continue our deal because I want to fuck! And no way in Tartarus we are going to rat you out to the Church, so stay calm! Deep breaths, Cadence, deep breaths!” After some moments of she repeating my instructions, she finally calmed down enough for me to let her go. “There, easy. I do not mind going forward with this deal of ours, so don’t be afraid of anything, you just have to give me the call when you and your wife are ready and I’ll come as soon as possible, got it?” She nodded. “Good.”

We bid our farewells and then parted ways with our next destination being our house, heavy box straddled on my shoulder. “Nya, Wandernyan,” Moira spoke up as we walked down the busy roads. “You might not know this, but in this world, we find women who ask men to impregnate their partners very, very pathetic, nya, mainly because it involves breaking their filter and therefore making a weak child. Nya, but I doubt your children will be weak, though.” Looks like Moira didn’t know about my OP seed, so explained something to her.

“You see, Moira, what you call ‘Filter’ is nothing more than a…” I think twice before sounding like a smartass. “It’s proof that the girl has not been taken by any man. We men take pride when we take our girl’s first time, but you don’t have to worry about what you think it does -because it doesn’t.”

“Nya? The filter doesn’t filter out bad seed? Then what does it do?”

“It makes the man very happy and fulfilled, it is something of an honor for every man to break and it is also a trophy of conquest.”

“… Nya? Then were you unhappy I didn’t have one?”

I shake my head, although I was lying a bit here since I was expecting her to be a virgin cat-girl, but I digress. “No, but I won’t deny that it would have made me very happy. Oh, and it heals if you don’t have sex or masturbate for a long time.” Fufufu… Spreading (miss)information about hymens was now what of my personal missions, who knows? Maybe I will change how this world perceives hymens as a whole!

Wait, now that I remember. “A little bit off-topic,” I add. “But how can I grant passive or permanent skills to others?” However, my question was answered with an unexpected reaction.

“YOU HAVE PASIVE AND PERMANENT SKILLS!?” She immediately shut her own mouth, but it was too late, for the women all around us were looking at us. “N-nya!? Wandernyan! This way!” She grabbed my arm and dragged me towards a set of alleyways, the big chest bouncing on my shoulder as we went. Not like she could physically do it since I had higher HP than her and probably more Strength, but I played along.

Some girls did follow us while muttering things like ‘Which skills will our children inherit?’, ‘Just how valuable is his seed?’, and ‘If we use a condom, I could gain a fortune!’ although that last one was rejected by that same person by something along of the lines of being in her late twenties. Wait, now that I realize it, most of these women were in their late teens to their late twenties, just how short was life expectancy in this Realm? How can the human (and other humanoid) race can survive with such high mortality rate and low birth rate? Before I could ponder any longer, we made another sharp turn as we heard a ‘Wait!’ and ‘Please impregnate me and my girlfriends!’ Why the fuck was she admitting of being a playboy- Or I guess ‘Slut’ in this world, and being a cuck with so much determination and so little shame? It matters not, we eventually lost them but were now lost somewhere in the bad part of town.

Very little sunlight shone on these slums, the buildings were compact and tall, but not in good condition. Ropes with clothes hanged all around, puddles of murky water made the cheap stone floor mossy and dirty while garbage decorated it even further. We could hear laughter far into the distance, moans of pain and ecstasy, the wind blows with great strength, shaking the improvised wooden supports and buildings quake with fear.

“Nya, I think we might be in trouble…” Being a cat-girl she could sense the new shadows stalking us, although they didn’t seem to want to attack us, it was clear they were waiting for an opportunity. “This is where folks that didn’t make the mercenary tests gather, or those whose licenses were revoked, nya,” Moira informs. “I’d say we are somewhere southeast from town, so our only hope is to return to the center.”

“Why don’t we just go around the edge of town?”

She shakes her head, “This part of town is cornered by a big rock, Nya don’t know if you saw it when we got into Oaxis, but that is why they call this place ‘The Rock’, nya.” We started walking, hoping to go around our tracks instead of just straight up going backwards. “Not only that, but I didn’t bring my armor, so one hit and my Shield will shatter, so we must hurry up, nya.”

We moved past some streets and into a commerce district of sorts. There were more rough-looking women in there, mostly diluted half-monsters which looked at Moira with scorn. While discrimination wasn’t an issue with morphs and other humanoid, full blooded races, it was very apparent that half-monsters were very looked down upon, which surprised me as Moira was kind of a star in the streets considering no one bothered us in our walks.

[Dear, do be careful, you have yet to fuck a priestess!]

As always, my cute wife’s priorities were all into ‘Live to fuck another day’, so that didn’t help much.

We were quiet most of the way, but eventually we somehow ended up in the same marketplace as before, both my wife and my status announcing what just happened.

[Zeus, stay sharp, someone cursed you. Don’t worry, it’s not Major, but it seems like it tied you to these slums; I will try my best to undo it, just give me a couple of seconds and you and that kitty will be able to leave.]

“We got cursed,” I informed Moira as I received my wife’s report and saw the (Cursed – Binding) in my Status window. Thankfully my Analyze was high level enough to tell me more about this curse.

[Curse of the Pig: Bound to always return to the Holder of the Repressed Desires’ playgrounds. Can only be removed if cleansed or by receiving permission from the Caster to leave the playing grounds. Target’s willpower will slowly degrade to a personality the Caster wishes their pigs to have. Transfers all Item Box items into Caster’s Item Box. 1% / 100%]

“Nya!? A curse!? Why!? Does that mean the rumors were always true…?” She seems to know a bit about this curse and my raised eyebrow urged her to explain with worry. “It is a widespread rumor that once the Red Mistress catches her interest in you, you will always succumb to her orders and partake in illegal acts willingly regardless of morals.” The colors drained from her face and here animal ears flattened. “D-does that mean we are doomed? B-but you are a Wandernayn! Why would she-!”

“Well well well, would you look at what the wind brought to us,” we quickly turned to face the owner of that tomboyish voice, it was one of the figures that were stalking us. Besides her was a little, petite girl that and don’t you worry, was perfectly fertile, so she just drew the short end of the straw in the genetic lottery. And a more mature, slightly voluptuous lady.

But they were not human, though. The stubby girl was a rat-girl, the middle one a harpy, and the last one a desert bunny girl. These three girl were very, very fertile and probably very, very horny seeing as they eyed Moira with predator eyes. Except for the bunny-girl, she was eyeing me, her instincts betraying her job. Oh, yeah, they were prostitutes if their titles were correct. ‘Scarlet’s Call Girl’ was their title. Aria, the black haired rat-girl, Calla, the ginger feathered and haired harpy, and Trot, the red haired, busty bunny girl. All of them were wearing revealing lingerie, leaving nothing to the imagination, already a failure of a prostitute. Oh, and Aria and Trot had lipstick colored same as their hair, but Calla’s was glossy and much more colorful.

“Ladies!” I try to prevent conflict by playing the good man here. We were outnumbered and their stats were almost as ours, so a fight would be tragic and would endanger my child in Moira, although I already upgraded my skill and prevented just that, but one can only be so reliant of game-like elements in these isekais. “Want to have a little wrestling match with me? Ah, but we are in a hurry, so-“

“Shut up, rod,” the harpy hisses as she glares at me with fucking katanas, making me go quiet. Makig so that I could think of a non-aggressive solution to this. “It is impressive just how you deceived such a cutie with such a disgusting personality.”

“Yeah!” The rat-girl chimes in. “And you forced her to do such a disgusting play! Don’t you know that being smelled in public with the scent of copulation is absolutely disgusting!? No one in their right mind would reduce themselves to such pathetic standards as to beg a random male for seed and comply with his horrendous kink plays! Don’t you have shame!? Oh, wait! You fucking don’t, you disgusting male!”

This time the bunny girl adds to the barrage of insults, but also reprimands her companion. “Now now, little Aria, if you use such foul language you are going to scare the little kitten,” she turns to Moira, but not without glancing at me seductively for a brief moment. “Well then, my lovely kitty, would you like to abandon that beauti-, d-disgusting male and let us give you pleasure that male will never be able to achieve? I promise we will not do something as disgusting as carrying seed and smelling like copulation in public; we are not degenerates like him.”

And that’s the third strike! And you all are out! I gently hold Moira’s arm, just to be sure. She was smiling, but hre eyes were not.

“Nyahaha! It is true I have cum sealed into my pussy, how come did you girls realize that?” It has begun. A literal cat fight. May the Greater Ones protect my soul and body.

“Well, we can smell that horrendous smell from waaay over here!” Answered Alice. “It makes me want to puke! I really admire your strength for enduring such torture, miss kitty!”

“It is true, his cum has been sloshing all around my belly for hours! It makes me believe he just wants to breed me like a common monster!” Watch it, Moira, your veins may pop if you are this stressed!

The harpy puffs her very miniscule chest (I swear she has less tits than the rat girl). “Hmph! As we though! He is treating you as a seed dump and handles you like an outlet of his pathetic libido! I even bet he is so pathetic he asked other men to fill you up! But if you come with us you can be pregnant with our best girls! We have the equipment to do so!” Wait, women could impregnate other women? Why the fuck didn’t I know that? Was it dangerous or something? Something tells me it was dangerous or very expensive, so I’ll go with that.

However, Moira was done playing games, probably at her limit of passive-aggressive rage. “Nya, but excuse my rudeness, but the idea of holding his semen in my twat was my idea!”

Immediate regret, not a single word came from their ‘Oh shit’ expressions. “Nya, besides,” my woman continued. “None of you ugly lipsticks know how to properly please a woman, seeing as we are so sensitive and such. My man here knows how to give me orgasms you bitches have no way of achieving and no amount of ‘what if’s will change my mind, because this Wanderer right here is the biggest slut this world will ever see.” I didn’t really like to be called a slut, but in this Realm it was akin to be called a playboy so I took it as a compliment.

I was half expecting physical retaliation, but…

[Victory via dialog, received EXP supplemented!]
[You and your party received 10% additional EXP per enemy defeated by dialog!]
[You received 12% x 3!]

I almost forgot this world is stupid as fuck and you can literally solve your problems with words.

We walked past them but the Gods didn’t want to cut us some slack. “What in Mother’s name are you girls doing!? How can you be discouraged by a male!?” The mature voice rang from the street to our side, and oh molly did the owner looked mature. But first, her stats! Because my fucking main quest updated!

Target:
Name: Florence Grace
Title: The One Who Rules from the Shadows
Race: Mountain Elf
Level: 32
HP: 675/675
MP: 138/138
VIT: 235/235
Age: 62
Sex: Female
Occupation: Dark Sisterhood Commander / Dark Lamp District Sole Ruler
Womb: -75% fertility (outside of heat - heat in 6 day)
States: Hungry (78%), thirsty (92%), sexual frustration (724%), lustful (14%), stressed (119%).
Effects: (Anticonception – 12 days left), (Madness I).
Traits: Uncommon race, greedy, possessive, short-tempered, repressed sexuality, strong willed, hard to please, squirter, low fertility, married (harem), noble, seductress, hidden desires.
(More information available)

Florence was the image of a perfect ‘MILF’. Long, wavy Burnett hair, somewhat aged face that had sharp yet attractive looks. Blessed with a pair of GG jugs and a butt so pert you could toss a coin on her ass and it will bounce off of it. Long, slender legs and arms, and her clothes were ones of an elegant, yet playful, lady who liked to go out at nights in secret. She was wearing a fancy middle-eastern dress with multiple shades of red as colors, long, silk gloves that reached her upper arms. Her dress parted ways on one leg, showing off little skin as a set of pantyhose covered her very light-ish green skin. Scarlet, gorgeous high heels lifted her already tall frame (probably into the 180 cm), but the most eye-catching of all was all the jewelry she displayed on her exposed bosom, her digits and even her ankles.

[New objective: Activate Florence Grace’s Fragment Domain]

Like fucking hell that is going to happen.

“Are you serious? Are you going to give up against a male?” She walked past us, making sure to glare at me in the process, although her glare was confusing and not full of hatred. Once in front of the prostitutes, she pulled out an easter-styled fan and slapped the three of them in one whoop. “Has your pride dulled your senses? Did my teachings not instill in you that no male can possibly beat you in pleasing a woman? If you are so insecure, then duel him to a Battle Fuck and take away his woman.” She waited for her girls to nod vigorously, then she nodded back at them. “Good, don’t disappoint me and show him that pleasure is stronger than love -Steal his woman right before his eyes and welcome her to our group,” she turned around and looked at Moira’s bloated navel. “If she isn’t already, then I will allow you to impregnate her right before him so that he knows his pathetic seed couldn’t beat our own technology,” she folded her fan and went back to where we saw her, glaring at me once more as she brushed past us. “Once you deal with his partner bring him to me for indoctrination,” and with that, she walked away and into more alleys.

Silence once more, only being broken by the ginger harpy. “F-follow us, male! And be prepared to have your lover stolen!” Needless to say, after Moira’s confident arguments, she wasn’t confident herself. At all.

 

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“Nya, are you just going to rob me of Gil’s sperm or are you going to try and win this duel!?” Moira complains as the would-be cucker eats away all of my cum right from Moira’s warm tunnel.

I had kind of an idea of what a Battle Fuck entails, but I was pleased to be info-dumped -I mean, kindly explained what the rules and objective is.

Contrary to the name of the duel, no actual fucking goes on if the opponents are of different sexes. Each of us would have five minutes to make the referee cum as quickly and hard as possible, multiple orgasm adding bonus points if the referee allows the participant to continue for the rest of their turn. As a norm, the one that began the duel goes second, an obvious bias and clear disadvantage to the one that accepted the duel. However! The referee is allowed to ‘warm up’ before the match and therefore nulling most of the disadvantage. Unless there is a special occasion, a companion, friend or lover of the one who accepted the challenge would be the referee, this in order to not have the dueler have too much of an advantage if they bring someone they know very well sexually.

We were in a fancy brothel of sorts and into a special room where a kind of machine laid on the wall. The thing looked complex and used magic to operate and, as the harpy told me, was a machine for impregnating females without the need of sperm, so they were not pulling punches with the whole cuckoldry thing in here, especially because there was a one-way glass right by that machine. When questioned, they told me that that glass allowed sound to come from here to there, but not the other way around. This is, apparently, a very rarely used room, but used none the less.

Anyways -Wait, I haven’t said that in a while, huh? Like I said, the harpy had (Addiction – Moderate) and was now trying to scoop up all my spunk out of poor Moira. I had made her cum in less then a minute by just teasing her nipples and masterful, home-wrecking kisses that would make tanned, blonde men proud and shed tears of cuckoldry pride. Despite being sensitive from the orgasm I gave her, the stimulation the harpy gave her -if you could call it that, was barely enough to make Moira twitch, only giving slight, short moans when one of the harpy’s claws dug into her pussy in order to scoop more and more semen, but nowhere near enough for an orgasm. Not like she could win if she did make Moira cum, looking as the five minutes were about to end.

Ding!

“Nya! Get off me, bitch!” the cat girl grunts as she kicks the whore away from her, making freeing from her cum-driven trance. Despite being 1 state of addiction away from Major, she wasn’t looking as bad as Lyratheen, so maybe having my cum this addictive was fine? Not like I could turn it down any further because I stupidly ranked up my skill and the minimum specs were also upgraded. Moira inserts two digits in her molds, making her moan slightly, and checks for any scraps as she licks her wet fingers and discovers the lack of my semen despite how deep she inserted herself. “Hiss!” Woah! She actually fucking hissed! “Your scummy lipstick, you ate it all!” Since she was currently laying legs spread in the big, somewhat decent bed, she turned her body to me and spread her lips apart, showing me her somewhat gaping hole of a vagina as an invitation. “Hurry up, Gil! Fill me up again!”

I shake my head and explained we had no time for such things. A nifty new upgrade for my Status was that it now told me what time of day, and it now well past afternoon and my puny, mortal stomach was rumbling for food. “We can’t Moira, we still have to return to the house, get my stuff out of my Box, and buy supplies,” also, my dick was starting to hurt a bit due to Lyra’s biting and sucking followed by non-stop erection, but I don’t think she will care about that since I could cum buckets just fine.

“Hmph! Fine, let’s go!” She then began to put on her clothes while the harpy was having a ‘Not like this’ moment. Once fully clothed I gave piece paper to the whore, a parting -and welcoming, gift from yours truly. I explained some things about harpies to my wife during the ginger’s turn and was surprised to know that she was excited to see her become one of my breeding sluts, although I did warn her that I couldn’t be rough with her since she had mostly hollow bones, to which my wife responded a bit of sadness seeing as the harpy was somewhat small in comparison of normal women and therefore would look gorgeous if manhandled.

What did the note entail? Well, if things went as clichés went, she would be fired and probably chastised from becoming a prostitute, and I just happened to want to run a brothel. No, I wouldn’t want her as part of my harem, so pimping her out was acceptable seeing as crossbreeding was hard for harpies, a piece of information given by Status. Not a problem for me, but it would make it easier in the rare case a man came to my workplace.

Oh, yeah, do you want some info-dump courtesy from Status-paisen? No? Well TOO FUCKING okay since this wasn’t the time for an info dump seeing as we were in the middle of exposition right before Moira shouted about my permanent and passive skills.

We were about to exit the room, but I had to give my would-be call girl a parting gift, and that was a look at my half erect cock, which made her stare at me with awe. “W-wait!” She screamed as we closed the door behind us, no doubt her natural horny instincts wanting to mate with me, but alas.

Once we got out of the room we had to pass by the ‘Cucked Room’ and could only hear lewd slouching as two girls went at it quite diligently, their voices being an easy match for the harpy’s companions. We didn’t find opposition as we left the premises, in fact, some of the whores even motioned me to talk to them later, if I guessed their motions right, that is. Seeing as Moira was kind of pissed for being emptied due to a stupid duel, I had to make up the conversation. “So, who was that plump lady that ordered the whores to do that stupid duel with us?” I had an idea of who she was, but I had no information as to who she actually was outside of being a Holder.

“Nya? Ah, I don’t know, but my guess is that she was Lady Scarlet.” I was about to ask ‘Who?’ but she continued as she remembered I was not from these parts. “Get closer so nobody hear us, yes, that’s enough,” this was, of course, a ruse as to grab onto my arm, but I let it pass. “Rumors says that a noble auntie is the queen of the Pyrrha Desert -that’s where we are at, by the way, nya. But there is no way such an important underground figure would just be wandering around such a…”

“Back water town?”

She flinched but didn’t refute my statement. “I was about to say ‘secluded place’, but nyes, that is one way of calling this place.” As we were walking by the streets, which were a bit more lit thanks to the Sun’s position, we continued our previous talk. “You asked me about passive and permanent skills, nya? Well, there are some ways of granting them, one is being considered part of that person’s harem, but you first have to stablish one legally in order to have that option in your Status. Nya, and your offspring sometimes inherits them.”

Huh? “Why do I have to formally declare the members of my harem?” I accidently asked out loud, to which Moira happily answered with agreement.

“Right, nya? It’s so stupid, but it is so that the government can order the impregnation of your members, and to manage the seed provided by the clinics,” she showed me a soft expression at the mention of the government impregnating my women. “Don’t you worry, Wandernyan, with your… Capabilities there is no way the government can order an impregnation order to any of… Us,” she was still a bit unsure with the idea of being in a harem, but she still continued. “The only real way we are stolen from you is if a noble male extorts the official with his seed and illegally gets such a request, but that shouldn’t happen even though the nearest male noble has quite bad rumors about him.”

Ping! That is the sound of an NTR flag being activated by my own harem member!

“And any other that doesn’t involve me registering my women as livestock to the government?” Moira was relieved to hear me ask for other ways seeing as she wasn’t particularly happy with the idea of other men breeding her.

“You learn alchemy and infuse your skills with your concoction, or get an alchemist to do it for you, but doing so lets them make that same concoction without your permission,” wait, isn’t that kind of dangerous? Wouldn’t alchemist become an OP class that are hunted down by dangerous people? “But most alchemists refuse to do that process, so finding one that agrees will be time consuming, but we can try our luck with Miss Iris -A local alchemist and really the only one, so we can start there.”

Hmm… Iris… I did have that quest to help her overcome her trauma with men, but how long will it take to gain her love? Will she even be able to bear children after I succeed?

“But,” she adds. “You can for a more temporal solution and request a skilled blacksmith to forge you equipment with Skill Slots, but in that case you must know how to use Mana…”

So, option B and option C were the more plausible… Let’s go with C for now and maybe go with B once that becomes obsolete. By the time we reached the outskirts of the slums our curse was long gone thanks for my beautiful wife’s efforts.

[Fufufu… Be sure to reward me by being extra unfaithful with me!]

Her logic was flawless as always. We asked for directions and, and after the woman asking me straight up for a bit of my seed, we went our ways towards our mansion. But for now, I had to ask Mary as to how my women were faring.

“Whore! analysis!”

“M-master!? Wha-what did you just call me…?”

Oh, I guess I should have a called her ‘Bitch’.

“Think of it as a more degrading way to call a lipstick. Anyways, how are my women doing?”

“A more…? T-thank you so much, Master! Y-yes! The cumslut began to knock on the door and seemed to be out of it, but I managed to give her water, towels and a small meal. Miss Ishtar is still in her room and has yet to open her door to me, although most of the time I have gone to check her up she has been moaning like a common w-whore. The… Pets have been obedient and ate their meals diligently.”

“Good, we had some complication on our way back but we have what we came from, so wait for us on the lobby in about… Ten minutes.”

“Right away, Master.”

And with that little chit-chat, we arrived to our home without a single issue popping up.

… Not.

“Nya, am I seeing things?” Moira asked to no one in particular as we both saw the phenomenon right before us. We were near town square, or something akin to one seeing as there was a fountain and merchants selling wares all around, and in the center of it, sitting by the fountain of a tier SSS MILF beauty, was none other than miss Orc over there, looking all sad and depressed, clothes and hair unkempt, no slave girl in sight. “… Let’s keep going, nya.” I silently nod in agreement, not even trying to figure out why everyone had made a magical forcefield around her as they walked around, evading her like a plague victim. Because it was obvious why.

Zeus will remember this.

We were silent most of the way, but being besides a cutie and not speaking a word to her was way too pathetic for me, so I struck up a more personal conversation. “Say, Moira,” her cute cat ears twitched as I mentioned her name. “We have known eachother for a couple of days, but I realize we just know eachother physically. Mind if I ask you to become more… Personal with me?” She was delighted at my proposal, gleaming with glee as she rubbed her head on my arm.

“Of course, nya! I was about to say the same!” No you weren’t- oh, I see, I guess women usually take the lead in these situations, huh? “Mrrr… Where to start… My story isn’t that interesting; kit of a domesticated full blood, raised by a pair of gentle ladies that took me in as their child, Had trouble making friends doe to my race, nya, but eventually found a group of halfies that welcomed me with open arms and taught me much about the true joys of pleasure.

“Picked up a knife as soon as I could walk on two legs, learned Common at the same time, I enjoyed most of my childhood, nya.” She seems genuinely happy when revisiting those memories, but still what she has been telling me was superficial. “What about you, Wandernyan?”

Hmm… Where to start? “You could say I’m the biggest brother of a big, big family, ruled over huge amounts of land before I was transported here, won a great deal of epic fights, slayed Realm-endangering monsters, the usual,” I try to sound casual as to make her laugh, which succeeded.

[Also slept with half of Olympus and impregnated countless women behind your wife’s back. Most of those said women being married themselves.]

I know she was joking and actually saying it as a compliment, but it still dug a knife down my throat. “Nyahaha! Did you skip the part where you were the biggest slut of all the world? Come on, champ, just how many hearts did you break with those techniques of yours, nya?”

“Would you believe me if I told you?” I asked playfully.

“Mrr… Now you got my interest, Wandernyan,” she took a deep breath and absorbed herself in this scenery. The busy streets, the multitude of folks going around doing their busines, the calming aura of a setting sun, the huge amounts of greens… This was a pleasant view. No criminal organizations patrolling the streets more frequently than police. No gray, dead sky. No withered buildings and dead plants decorating them. No gunshots, no public executions, rape or human trafficking. I try to believe one day my Realm will become peaceful once again with no class discrimination, no ‘Safe Zones’ only important people of the Old World and their descendants could live in, no corrupt government cracking down on vigilantes and peacemakers, no monopoly of the bare minimum necessities for a healthy livelihood. No… Vixen destroying all of our hard work…

“Nya, are you okay, Wandernyan?” Oh, shit, she looked quite worried, I guess I let my expression slip by.

“Yes, just unpleasant memories from my past, about the times I wasn’t as a carnivore as now and had my girl stolen from me,” I had to make up a lie that would dissipate her worry and was glad to see her laugh and her muscles relax.

“Nyahaha! You? The Wandernyan, having his women stolen from him? You jest!”

In this very moment I could guess- no, I knew my wife was thinking the same, thinking of words of consideration for me but none came from her, which I mentally thanked her for.

Our conversation became somewhat livelier as I told Moira about my exploits, she was particularly interested in my weapon of choice, the throwing spears, and tried to come up with ways of how she could defeat me if we had one that suited me, but I shot down each of her ideas by telling her that my personal spear would always return to me in a flash after hitting my target dead center, so she got angry and punched my chest, but in a playful manner.

I spent the rest of the way getting to know Moira as she got to know me. We talked about smaller stuff like what food we like, where we would like to go, and so on. Seems Moira wanted to visit Nueva Gloria -the country north of this desert. Nueva Gloria apparently had a monarchy that was kept in check by the government, so not a full monarchy, and the reason Moira wanted to visit is because they were famous for the romantic canals and their music.

My short time alone with Moira was relaxing, having a girl that you just creampied and impregnated lovingly to your side was a new experience to me, so this was very much appreciated. At first it was kind of hard to grasp her personality, but the more I talked to her the more I realized she was just your average perverted girl. She liked romance, dates and many other sweet things. I can’t wait to get to know her more and more.

Unfortunately, our pseudo date had come to an end as we arrived at our mansion by evening, Mary waiting patiently in the gate. Most of our talk was me talking, but I could feel in my instincts that she was carrying a heavy load on her shoulders, one she wasn’t absolutely sure she wanted to share with me now, so I didn’t question her too deeply.

“Welcome home, Master,” my maid bows briefly and turns to the box I was carrying. What? I didn’t let go of this thing for even a second! What if I forgot to mention it? Do I have to say that I’m carrying a big-ass box with me!? The nerve of these fellas… Anyway, she also greeted Moira the same way. But to my amazement, she did the most unexpected thing possible. “Do you want to have a bath?” OH SHIT IT’S HAPPENING. “Do you want to have dinner?” CALM DOWN ZEUS, YOU HAVE PRACTICED FOR THIS MOMENT FOR AGES, NOT EVEN YOUR WIFE HAS DONE THIS BIT BEFORE. Or would you like…” HERE IT COMES. “… To manage the state’s finances?”

“…”

“D-did this bitch say something bad, Master? Have I offended you?”

I let out a sigh and shake my head slightly. “No, I was expecting you to offer something else, but I digress,” I signal Moira and Mary to follow me and, with their help, enter the mansion. “Bring me the reports of this state’s damages and possible renovations, I would like to have a bit of a calm day tomorrow once I go through all the files. If I’m pleased with your work you will have the chance to masturbate to me and one of my woman’s mating, so make sure to give your best efforts,” I think for a moment. “Oh, and you will get a raise once we get a bit stable with our finances.” With that, I leave to my chambers.

Moira asks me to fill her up tonight, but I make out like a unfaithful husband and tell her I’m too tired to get it up, only to fuck younger women behind her back.

This time around I have no one following me since Mary offered to help Moira get to her room and make dinner in the meantime, so I took my sweet time contemplating the state of this place. Cobwebs sprayed on the roof in some parts, the decorative tables had some layer of dust on them, the glass that presented the small, inner garden was smudged on the edges and the curtains were dirty. This place seemed to belong to something akin to a baron or something judging by just how big it is, so why did no body lived here?

I mean, this is an isekai, so the answer was pretty fucking obvious, but I wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt. After all, nothing had happened during our stay yesterday, but one could only be so cautious about these tropes. What if my girls get injured? What if their virginities get stolen? Only time will tell, and that time will come right after I check my Inventory.

After going through some more halls and definitely not getting lost and asking for Mary’s help via telepathy, I arrived at my chambers. The room was quite damaged due to our fight with the lesbo-bitches, but we managed to salvage some stuff like the floor and some wallpaper, most of the furniture was destroyed beyond repair, though and as such the room felt quite odd since the only real furniture was the bed so big I could have an orgy with all of my women at once (except the ‘No-no Class’) and not a limb would be hanging from the frame. Yes, taking that as a reference point did make it look really fucking empty.

But! The time we all been wating for! I placed the chest in front of the bed, spit at my hands as I ‘cleaned’ them, licked mt lips fresh and, thanks to Status, assigned this box as my Item Box or Inventory or whatever -Status! Give me the prompt!

[Would you like to assign this container as your Item Box?]

YES!

[Command completed successfully; Chest is now Item Box. Only User may retrieve items from it. Would you like to assign partners to the Whitelist?]

Wait, what in the fuck’s fucking fuck is a fucking Whitelist? Status! Analysis!

[Item Box Whitelist: Sexual partners, marital partners, concubines and vassals are allowed to ask for permission to retrieve items from user’s Item Box. Requirements for each category are the following:]
[Sexual Partners: User needs to have full sexual intercourse with another compatible being and gain Loyalty by being faithful with User. If Partner performs coitus with other compatible beings other than User their Loyalty will be reduced to 0 and therefore be removed permanently from Whitelist. Loyalty 1 allows for asking for permission for any sort of item. Loyalty 2 allows for the retrieval of sexual oriented items and equipment. Loyalty 3 allows for the retrieval of ‘Common’ consumables]
[Marital Partners: User and a single partner are needed to perform a marital vow and be granted the Goddess’ of Fertility blessing, said blessing is revoked and replaced by a curse in case of unfaithful marital intercourse with consent of any of the marriage partners. Partner is allowed to take any object from User’s Item Box from their or User’s Container without permission, but a notification will be sent to the User’s Heads-Up Display.]
[Concubines: Partners who bear the children of User may be allowed to ask for permission for the retrieval of ‘Common’ items. If a Concubine’s offspring perishes, this permission is revoked.]
[Vassals: User may assign multiple Vassals. Vassals are allowed to ask permission for the retrieval of any item regardless of type or rarity. Vassals may deposit items at any given time, but a notification will be sent to the User’s Heads-Up Display and archived to the Transaction Logs]

Hmm, I could see some flaws and loopholes in this feature, but it’s not like I will pick up any cute girl or hot, smelly MILF I encounter, so I digress.

[Zeus, hun, what is it that you are doing with that chest?]

Oh, yeah, I guess she couldn’t see my Status screen. “Oh, you know how videogames have inventories where you put in and out stuff as you please? I’m assigning this chest as my inventory, but you probably have heard all about it, haven’t you?” I could somehow tell my wife nodded.

[Yes, I heard it when you were… How did you call it? “Info filled”?]

“Info dumped,” I corrected.

[Yes, that, but you have been staring at nothing for a couple of minutes now; is something wrong?]

Oh, yeah, I haven’t explained this Hera about Status and my Heads-Up Display, so I gave her the run down of it as simple as her normie conscience could handle. She did have some questions that I happily answered, but other than that she understood the concept of this rip-off rather quickly.

[This is quite interesting indeed, so this Realm is filled with these videogame-like elements? And you tell me that this Realm operates much like one videogame from ours? Interesting…]

I did tell her one of my theories, but I wasn’t too sure if one of our brothers or sisters went rouge and made a Realm of their own. Regardless, this was a talk for another time, right now I had to do the iconic ‘MC Opens his OP inventory’ scene! “Honey, I’m going to open it,” I announce to my wife as I gently open the chest. Only to find…!

Void.

Pure and utter void, but not all hope was lost! Information came to my mind of items I could retrieve. I was hoping for a HUD, but this would do.

[Does the void has to do something with this ‘inventory’ of yours, Zus?]

“Fufufu…” I chuckle. “Just look at this, honey,” followed by me pulling a fat wad of cash. 20 grand to be exact. But I didn’t stop there! Marked as ‘Rebirth Gift’ was another wad of 50 grand! This added to some… Unique equipment. Two boxes of ‘Adaptive’ condoms. These boxes were fucking huge! Each carrying 50 wrappers each! But, why two boxes? Well, one was marked as ‘High Quality’ and ‘Custom’ while the others were marked as ‘Defective’ and ‘Virility Raising’.

[Those will definitely be useful for our plays!]

But wait! There is more! A simple backpack that is bigger on the inside, provocative underwear, latex gloves, and some other equally sexual-oriented clothes. All of this was class-exclusive for me, a Grand Breeder. But the cherry of top, la crème de la top, the chef kiss: A transportation feather! Destination? Uh… ‘Gacha Room’? The feather looked mythical and so was its rarity, and after some discussion with Hera, we decided to check it out as soon as RIGHT NOW, BITCH.

YOU THINK I WILL LET THIS OPORTUNITY SLIP BY? WRONG!

[Do be careful, hun, we don’t know where it may lead you.]

I reassure my wife as I promptly ignore her worries and used the feather.

Suddenly everything is white.

 

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“Yay~ Welcome, mister wanderer~” a monotone, deadpan voice of a young girl called out in front of me. The voice was from a cute teen. Long, straight black hair that reached her lower back, equally black eyes, and of proportions hidden by her oversized hoodie. She was making a double ‘peace’ sign as she tried to sound enthusiastic, but it’s not like she was being sarcastic, it was as she just was having a hard time showing her emotions.

“Uh, hello little girl I-“

“Not a little girl, probably older than you.”

… Right. “Well, hello there miss, could you be so kind as to tell me your name?” She was in my strike zone seeing as she was fertile and all, but I was going through pleasantries since I just wanted play the gacha.

“No name.”

. . .

“Uh, does your family ever calls you by something?”

“Failure. Burden. Dead fish.”

Oof, what a fucking landmine that was. She wasn’t a ‘people’ person, was she? I examined my surroundings further seeing as she was not saying anything and realized I was in some sort of fancy casino of sorts. There were no machines nor roulettes, the only things were tables of card games and a really big, classic gacha machine behind this girl.

“Come,” she suddenly said and turned to the capsule machine without waiting for my input. I followed. We stopped right in front of it. There was a chart of items I could pull alongside their chance rate. For some reason the most common prize was to have sex with her and the rarest, among some legendary sounding items, was to have a date with ‘Mother’, but that had 0.01% of happening.

“Permanent, event, class or special beginners banner?”

“Ugh, what does each contain?” My question was answered by the same enthusiasm.

“Permantent is poo poo and a scam but good for getting fodder. Event is also a scam but it’s the only real way of getting companions. Class is not a scam but it only gives class related equipment and items that can be acquired in the Mortal Plain. Beginner’s Banner is the best one and it’s free but will disappear if you don’t pick it now,” she paused for a moment. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you all of that but as a apology I will give you this,” she pulls out a ticket from her hoodie and presents it to me as a big reward.

‘Free coitus with gacha assistant.’

[… I… Feel bad for her…]

Me too, hun, me too. “Uhm, why is having sex with you so common?” I reluctantly ask, hoping to not step on a landmine once again. I failed.

“Nobody in the Great Realm wanted me as their wife so my father hopes for some idiot to do me and take me in. Nobody has ever done so since once they try to do me once they never claim the tickets ever again. Probably because I don’t react during sex.”

[Dear, please stop making this any more awkward than it already is…]

I’m trying! You just don’t realize just how dangerous is speaking with her without triggering a landmine!

Anyways! I checked each banner and the rates were… Something. 0.1% for a companion, 1.2% for SSR equipment, 9% for SR equipment and the rest was filled with trash materials and items. I decided to go with the Beginner’s Banner since it was free and all (It also had a impossibly low chance of giving me a familiar).

She nods. “Please pull the lever,” and so a lever pops out of the machine, which I pulled.

“Are you a real winner?”

The voice spooked me. It was the most motherly, sexy voice I have ever heard in my existence, but I didn’t have time to wait since her voice was followed by grandiose sounds of a proper gacha machine. From the glass I could see the big capsules went down one by one, the rest sinking from the middle until they started to pop out from a hole in the machine.

The first capsule, which was a size too small in comparison of the ones in display and the size of the hole where they were coming down from, was marked as ‘Common’. I grabbed it and it dissipated into nothingness.

[Gacha Assistant Free Coitus Ticket get!]

Well, it was the most common item of all, so no surprise there. Another common capsule popped out.

[Gacha Assistant Free Coitus Ticket get!]

… This wasn’t looking too good, and sure enough the next 7 capsules were just that. Sex tickets with this girl whose reactions were no different from moments ago. Just as my hope was dying, the machine exploded in lights and sounds, a rainbow glow coming out of the orifice as a SSR capsule popped out. I was enlightened! An SSR! What was it? Armour? Materials? A COMPANION!? Yes! The beginner’s gacha had a 0.1% chance of dropping a companion! A companion of the opposite sex! But that was too far fetched, no way I could-

[A lost soul has resonated with your spirit, a bond is formed. I am thou, thou art I, let us form a pact that will prove this world that we can become more than actors. Let my power run in your mortal veins as our souls collide and become one. My names is Kyoko, let us bond in arms as we travel through the lands.]

YESYESYESYESYES- FUCK!.

The capsule glowed, I stepped back, a humanoid form of pure white formed in front of me, but when I saw those ears, that tail, those clothes…

[Honey! Calm down! Please calm down! You are going to expose us! She is not her! Listen to me!]

My vision was red, something restricted my muscles as I was almost screaming in rage as I saw that piece of shit vixen appear before me, I could hear voices on my surroundings, but my brain didn’t understand them, the only thing in my mind was to decimate this vixen before me.

[Honey… I’m sorry, please forgive me…]

I felt a shock of pain in my spine and everything turned black.

 

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And as soon as that ordeal began, it ended in the same quickness. I was lying on my back, on the floor of my room as the grogginess overcame my senses.

[Are you okay? I had to knock you out as divine punishment, but I hope it didn’t leave any side effects.]

“… What happened?” Was the only thing I could muster to ask.

[You went out of control and almost exposed us as soon as you saw the little girl with similar appendages as the vixen you hate so much.]

“… Did I hurt her?”

[… Physically, no, but she has been trembling in the corner of the room ever since that cold girl sent you back.]

“… Fuck me…”

It was just I predicted: As soon as I saw another kitsune I lost control of my emotions and tried to harm her. It wasn’t as I hated kitsunes -despite what that vixen did I found her race to be very interesting and appealing, but whenever I saw one of her kind I often lost myself in rage and had be subdued by my wife since I always calmed down whenever she hugged me. Problem was: She wasn’t able to hug me nor kill me in the Mortal Realm and hug me in my home in order to calm me down anymore.

I was mocked by this, of course, it was unheard of for a God to suffer any sort of mental illness, much less one that made me lose control over my body, but my wife had always been there to cheer me up, repeating the same words that always stung the most.

[It wasn’t your fault, Zeus, you can still move forwards, so try to talk to her when you feel better. My blessing is being shared to her so I can just tell she is a good… Person, so do try to use this opportunity to overcome your problem. Please?]

But I didn’t answer; I couldn’t make promises I couldn’t keep.

[Please, Zeus, can you do it for me?]

“… I’ll try, Hera, but no promises.”

[Thank you. Do try to sleep a bit on that bed of yours, I don’t want you to have aching muscles when you take a turn with any of the other girls.]

I felt warm hearing her not include the kitsune in my room, knowing that she won’t make me do something I’m against with.

Letting out a sigh, I stand up and do a little bit of stretching and turn to Kyoko, the little kitsune fox-girl with a single tail. She had some sorts of eastern dress that was tight around her chest but loose on her legs to allow better mobility -a more proper version of what the vixen used to wear. It was of pinkish color with green, yellow and red floral patterns. Her hair was made into a bun and was of orange color, just like her fur in her tail and ears. Her nails were short, but still looked sharp. Her animal ears were flat on her skull as she saw me in fear. Unlike the vixen, she didn’t smell ripe and fertile, so I assumed she was, in fact, a child. Lolibabas were an okay, but actual children were a no-no, even if she said she wanted to service me I would just say ‘no’.

“M-master-sama…?” She said in a gentle, high-pitched voice. She said that word that meant both ‘husband’ and ‘master’ but she put emphasis on the ‘master’ part, probably to show obedience and submission to me, her destined husband that almost tried to kill her as soon as she was presented before me.

I know it’s bad, but looking at her just lights up hatred inside of me. Out of all the species the gacha offered, I got the rarest one of all of them -A half-deity that could ascend to godhood if raised right. I got a flood of information as to how to raise her level and use her skills, preferences, who took her virginity (Although she still had it), option to regenerate her virginity and the such. Some options were disable, though, such as the sliders for interest for sex, how much she craves me and other things related to adulthood. Every single option was off, or in a ‘Free Will’ option.

“Kyoko,” she covered herself with her thin arms, her sleeves rolling up them. “You may introduce yourself to the others. There is no need for you to stay with me at all times. My only order is for you to not leave this house without me by your side,” behind her trembling she managed to nod. “You may leave and ask for Mary for a room for you to stay in,” hearing this, she dashed to the exit, leaving the door array, letting me hear the clip-clopping of her wooden sandals running down the halls as if her life depended on it.

[You did good, Zeus. You did good.]

I smiled, feeling the flames of fury dying down as I concentrated on my wife’s sweet voice. I didn’t waste anymore time after this and laid myself on my huge bed and closed my eyes for a little while.

. . .

. . . . .

Knock knock.

Waking up from my brief rest I find myself refreshed and ready for my ghost hunting, but before that… “You may enter,” I call as the door opens and my now-clean maid entered my room. I allowed her to take a bath, but she objected saying that the bath would be tainted with her filth, but once I told her that it was a reward for doing all the paperwork she complied. “Good evening, Mary,” she bows and returns the greeting. Said maid looks a bit too tired, probably due her back hurting from carrying those supple melons of hers.

“Good evening, Master, please pardon this bitch’s imprudence of disturbing you during your rest,” she bows once again. “The papers you requested are done. Where do you wish me to place them?” I notice she is carrying a couple of sheets of paper alongside a tray of food with her and so I signal her to put them on a night table. “As you wish,” Mary proceeds to do as I say but waits before my bed.

“Is something troubling you, Mary?” My maid seems to relax once I ask this.

“Yes, it’s about the… Fox-kin…”

“Kitsune. She is a kitsune,” but once she hears this, she just looks at me as if I’m stupid.

“D-dear Master, could you repeat the fox-kin’s name once again? This bitch might have misheard you saying that she was a ‘Kitsune’.” Oh boy, I’m in for a fucking ride. I confirm her that Kyoko was, in fact, a kitsune that I got from a lottery (I doubt the know what ‘gacha’ even is) and so she lets out a ragged sigh. “M-aster, please pinch me as hard as you c-can,” she was so baffled she stopped the whole third person degradation. “N-never mind, with our difference in level it won’t work much. Mind if I sit besides you? Thanks…”

After receiving my permission, she sits down by my side, her shoulders slumped, and her mood ruined. “Master,” she beings once again. “Do you know what a Kitsune is?” Swallowing the knot on my throat I answer that my world had stories about them and therefore I cover the basics of the Kitsunes as a whole -playful, lustful tricksters that gain powers for each reincarnation they take, alongside a new tail to accompany said life. Either that or absorbing a lot of essence.

“Good, then I guess I just have to explain to you their importance in this world.”

To cut things short: they were deemed as Goddesses by many, especially in the eastern continent where whole families of nobles would bend the knees to a kitsune. There were just 6 kitsunes in this Realm, not including the Great Ancestor-whose name I shall not pronounce even in my head, and each kitsune was a Den Mother who birthed half kitsunes whose powers were granted by their respective mothers. This was, as I was informed by Status, bullshit. Half kitsunes were limited to a single tail and were, in fact, deceived by their mothers in order to attain their undying loyalty and obedience in fake promises of ascension closer to godhood. They could birth full blown kitsunes, but it was an undisclosed agreement to not do so that they could retain their political power.

The highest kitsune had four tails, having died three times since birth, four had three and the last one had two. Kyoko was the seventh and the weakest, seeing as she only had a single tail and all. Unlike Kyoko who was forcefully wed to me, none of the other kitsunes had husbands slash masters; they thought that being bound to a mortal female or male was disgraceful to their kin, but little did they know that the essence from their husbands slash masters was the richest they could absorb. If they didn’t kill him or her in the process, that is.

For now, she could pass as a fox-kin monster girl, missing some stuff but still good enough for an excuse, but what about when she grows another tail? She had human-looking eyes but what when they changed to one of animals? What when her magic improves exponential to her level? She could cast illusion magic to hide herself, but her tails and ears just couldn’t be hidden due to their significance. Besides her dead give-away of a ceremonial kimono she was wearing, how the fuck are we going to get someone to sew her clothes each time she grows another tail? WILL SHE EVEN GROW IN HER CHEST AREA? I sure hope so.

Ahem, no time for jokes, but thankfully my mood was improving enough for me to think of sex.

“For now, let’s protect her,” Mary agreed to this and left my room. The small stack of papers was left there for now since I had a ghost to hunt! I sure hope it’s a cute girl, hoo, maybe it will be the classic gothic Lolita? The Victorian maid? Or… In fact, those were the only type of ghost that haunted the MC’s mansion, other then hostile ghost that need to be purified… I already had a loli, although she could grow out of that body, but her features were… Complicated for me. I already had a Victorian maid that was down to fuck at every living moment when I’m near her, so what box will this ghost fill?

I shake my head, sitting in my bed will not help me solve this isekai cliché! I left my room after devouring the food, noted that the moon had already risen and the fact that it was windy as fuck despite living in middle of a fucking desert, and went on to the most stereotypical place a ghost will haunt: The attic!

…

… Where the fuck was the attic anyways? I asked Mary via telepathy, but she just said to not go there not because of a curse, dead body or, my main objective, a ghost, but because it was empty, full of cobwebs and dusty -much like the whole state, so I had to go and find it myself. The state was divided in four (six?) wings: The northern wing where I, my wife (if any), my concubines (if any) and my mistress lived, although each of those rooms were empty, broken and stinky of putrid wood.

The wester wing where much of the servant’s jobs happened and lived. The kitchen was there, the storage, the basement as for extra storage, laundry room and so on. Many, many rooms I didn’t quite understood, such as a… Uhm… ‘Training’ room. It was sexual, yes, but not full on BDSM… It was more like a punishment room for the previous owner to, if the equipment gave any sign, rape and break her disobedient servants. This room was the most clean and tidy room of all and even had scented candles lit on some glass bases. Don’t worry, the floor was cold, hard stone so no fire hazard! Yeah, you can probably guess why this room in particular was so well kept, no need to think about it much, the door was even slightly open and the red… Rocklamps? Lit up a bit of the hallway.

[Undying Glowstone (mediocre quality)]

Hmm, so that is what they are called, huh. Status also showed me that the ‘Undying’ part was an expensive enchantment almost only used by nobles because of ‘regulation’ (Read: The nobles and merchants denying services to commoners) so that was something. Also, they were of mediocre quality despite lighting up a lot and leaving little to no shade.

Where was I? Ah, yes, the state. To the east were the recreational and guest’s facilities slash rooms, I say ‘facilities’ because you could go to a medium garden if you went directly west via the main halls. My girls were staying there, but there was little to nothing to do there. I had furniture for a library, but the only books left by the previous owner were generic stuff like ‘How to manage taxes’, ‘Ways of a maiden’s heart’ and ‘How to raise and charm an Arachne – Breeding and hiding from the authorities’. No shit nobody wanted this enormous plot of land, a fucking monster girl breeder raised and, possibly, bred with one of the most dangerous species out there! I just hope this house is not haunted by the countless women (and men? I doubt an Arachne even tried to kill a male since they are horny as fuck) the spiders ate… Oh, shit, I’m rambling. Uh, there was a little theater, the guest rooms had bathtubs each with sinks and stuff, pretty advanced so I guess the previous Wanderers prioritized where to shit before improving weapons and food. Not much else; some rooms were filled with ruble and were damaged beyond use.

The central wing was the main attraction of the state. It was a collection of rooms used for everyday use, such as a decent dinner table, a lunge, my office, and other stuff but they were all empty. There was also this locked door in my office that was ominously hidden behind a series of buttons that you had to press in certain- no, I just broke down the damn thing, I wasn’t up for a puzzle hunt and the quest given to me wanted me to go around all the state in order to find clues. Status even mocked me for my brutish solution but still rewarded me the same items, or so it said. I just hope my Status doesn’t develops a snarky or quirky personality like many other stories, that would be honest to the Greater Ones annoying. You know why Hera doesn’t say much while I’m on and about? Because hearing a voice in your head out of nowhere talking to you, giving you instructions, and being smug all around was fucking annoying as fuck in reality, and we both agreed to this a long, long while ago.

Ah, shit, rambling again! Ugh… Courtayrd! It was Huge! With an ‘y’! Much like the small wester garden, the courtyard -or backyard in this case, was filled with weeds, bugs and wild animals -OH SHIT WILD ANIMALS, no, that was a talk for another info dump!

I look up to see this Realm’s weird moon. It was slightly greenish and was a tad too close to the planet, but it didn’t look like it was about to fall on our faces, so it was fine.

Last wing to explore before the ghost hunting! The southern wing, where, uh, not much was there? Most of it was dedicated to the big, fancy entrance, the decent-sized front yard where our pets resided, and hallways.

Obligatory exploration completed! Now to the attic! And thanks to my late-night exploration I managed to locate where the attic was hidden -It was in the western wing, right in front of where the basement would be, although on the floor above it. I would have peeked at Mary’s quarters -if you can call it hers as her room was some sorts of barracks where some bunkbeds loitered the room, but she was on the first floor and the only stairs in this wing were the ones on the corner of the halls, so no.

Once bellow the extendable door I pull the cord and the lid is followed by a wooden set of stairs that loudly smack against the floor. I really hope Mary didn’t hear that…

[Zus, how do you know there is a ghost haunting this mansion? Wouldn’t it have appeared already in front of the maid? Or disturbed you during sex?]

“Believe me, Hera, this always happens in this sort of stories,” I say confident as I take shaky steps up to the attic.

[I hope it’s not dangerous, you know very well what souls that don’t get collected or escape from the underworld can do.]

Too late to be sorry seeing as I was already on the attic. It was fucking dark as balls but I used a bit of my Mana to light up around me. It was pink in color so it was still hard to see, but light none the less. The place reeked of dust and ‘kept’ stuff. You know, like when you visit a room in your house that is locked away most of the year, not like I had much experience in that since my cuck maids always did everything for me, but you get what I’m saying.

I walked around the place, the wooden planks creaking beneath me as my weight pushed the old flooring down. There were some empty boxes, some damaged paintings of an unknown titan-breasted woman (I swear to my pride half her body weight came from her tits! If only her faces was visible…), and… A single chair in front of a metal, bent cage. The cage was covered with thick cobwebs and was big enough for four adults with room to spare. My guess is this is where the madame kept her pet, only to break free and wreck havoc outside.

But no ghost. I tried the good ‘ol tricks of ‘Show me a sign’ and ‘Is anyone here?’ but not even a gust of wind. But not all hope was gone! I had a basement and a secret room to explore! I went down the fragile stairs and secured them with a plank that I took from the attic, seeing as there was no stick to close the hatch and all, and left it there for future use.

I b-lined it towards the basement but only to find the same result, but this time there were many more cages that were cover in cobwebs, some animal bones and overall dankness thanks to the plumage.

Ugh…! Last place! Secret, quest-blocked door! Once again back in my office with tired legs I find that the hidden door was… No longer there? No, I could feel something where the door once was -It was right behind a shelf behind the desk, after all, but touching it proved to me that it was a solid piece of bricks.

Hahaha! You didn’t think this trick would be used for one singular arc, only to be forgotten by the author and characters!? Fool! I channeled my Mana and once again overrode the simple code, but this time I re-wrote the thing with my own code so that nobody could enter or exit this place without me touching the wall first. Behind the now-visible broken door was a set of stairs that went down, which I followed and was only able to see thanks to my trick with my Mana.

My steps echoed through the narrow stone walls, somehow I could sense a plenty fertile woman well beyond these stairs. The ghost was a woman! Score! After some minutes of walking, I noticed that the scent was not getting closer nor was I nearing the bottom, so I expanded my Mana into the air and found out that these stairs were illusionary stairs. You know the ones, so I promptly broke the code and the air suddenly became stagnant with the scent of a woman in heat. Also sweat. This ghost reeked of sweat, but not dirt! Looks like she did wash her hands.

And then…! A door. And moaning, lots of moaning. The door was cute; it was a wooden door painted pink with a sign that said ‘Do not enter!’ with the drawing of a cute cat-girl making a ‘stop’ sign. I doubt she will hear me so I just opened the door anyways and was very disappointed to see the ghost that ‘haunted’ this house. I know it was a ghost because she was slightly transparent, but not her clothes though, those were real.

“Mm~! Do her like that~! Teach that b-bitch how it’s done~!” the teen ghost moaned as a recording of me and Moira’s fucking played in front of her. “C-cum inside of her! I’ll-I’ll bless you with healthy children!” the voyeurist was laying on her stomach on a clean-looking cushion, plates, cups and utensils sprayed through the floor. The room was of medium size and on the opposite side of her mattress was a cute, pinkish desk with a glowstone lamp shining on some hand drawings of me and Moira while Ishtar looked at us in jealousy as she was tied, wet, and unable to masturbate to our act, another page proved that Mary was peeking at us through a gap in the door.

I tried to analyze her, but it analyzed the clothes and the mattress instead. “Excuse me miss, could I have a moment?” I politely asked the neet. She, she was wearing the traditional tracksuit and thigh-high socks. She was rather small for a ghost, maybe 150cm if you stretch it, but had nice bosom, if I could guess right because her tracksuit was zipped up. I peaked and no panties, but lots of pubic hair, but they were okay since she was just a teen so no forest down there. She was currently fingering herself and squirming as she saw the repetition of our act of mating right before her eyes as a magical screen replayed the scene from different angles.

She started to bite her fluffy pillow and pushed animal plushies asides as she let out a muffle moan, arching her back, toes clenching and unclenching, legs shaky, a clear signal of her potent orgasm. She laid there, her small pussy lips twitching as she retrieved the shallow penetration of her slender fingers, breaths heavy and short, gaze unfocused.

“Ahem,” I cleared my throat, not waiting for her to go for round 2.

“Fuah…?” She slowly turned and looked at me -wait, were those hearts in her pupils? O-oh, they disappeared. I waved at her and this was enough to wake her up from her sage time. “A GHOST!?” she screamed as she cowered away from me, hitting the replay of yesterday’s mating and making it disappear. “KYAAAAAH!”

“Hey! You are going to wake everyone up! Turn it down, I’m not a ghost!” She stopped screaming for a moment.

“AN EXORCIST!? KYAAAAAH!”

“For the love of…” I just pulled out my half erect cock, no way she wouldn’t recognize it since most of the camera angles were focused on my cock slamming on Moira’s cunt.

“Wait!” She suddenly stopped screaming and made another screen appear right in front of her. “It’s you!” At least she didn’t had a squeaky voice -her voice was on the deeper side for a teenager. “How did you get here!?” However, her eyes didn’t leave my cock.

“My eyes are up here, lady.”

“Shut up! I made my decision already! Just talk!” Ah, she started rubbing herself as she stared at my growing dick.

I let out a sigh, feeling the same feeling most women feel when born with big breast. “I wanted to know the ghost that was haunting my new house, expecting to vanquish it if it was an evil spirit or a dude,” she spoke again, but not before crawling on her knees in front of my now erect dick, she also started smelling it quite intensely.

“Well as you can see, I’m a cute, beautiful lady so you can leave me alone!” You said that I should leave you alone, but now that you can smell my un-washed dick you are rubbing yourself harder than when you were seeing my magic porno… Also, did she just call herself ‘cute’ AND ‘beautiful’?|

“… Can you at least tell me what kind of ghost are you? I don’t want a banshee running around my house and…” I look at the dirty plates spread on the floor. “Stealing my food?”

She shook her head slightly as to not lose my dick from her field of view. “Not a banshee, I’m a house fortune spirit.” She wasn’t much of a talker, huh?

“… Can you tell me what that is?”

“I bring good fortune, wealth, libido, and fertility to those I like and live in my house.”

So dry and to the point, at least the gacha girl explained more than this… “So are you going to lend us your blessing? We can accommodate a room for you, so you don’t have to live in this… Hole.” I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it, my guess as to why no rats or bugs were present was because of whatever magic prevented me from coming here also prevented pests from coming here.

“Wait,” she suddenly turned to me, but her fingers didn’t stop moving and making lewd, wet sounds. “You aren’t scared of me? You want me to live with the other whores?” Was she using the words I have used? If so, didn’t she feel bad from calling the other girls such name?

“Uhm, yeah, sure, but I hope you can let me do you from time to time, is that okay?” This was very fucking awkward, so I just wanted this to end.

“I call dibs on your bed and used bedsheets.”

“Uh, I sleep on my bed.”

“I didn’t say you had to use other bed.”

“… Okay, but I have to change the bedsheets each time I fuck because it stinks after a while.”

“Then let me wash them.”

“… Okay, I think we have a deal,” she turned back at my cock and picked up the pace from her fingering.

“You didn’t fuck any girl after this morning, did you?” She complained. I shook my head as an answer. “Well, tough luck for me. I will also take a turn after each session of your fucking. Not negotiable. If you complain I’ll curse you with bad virility and erection problems.”

Ugh, she was sly as a fox, but at least she didn’t use that card on the beginning.

. . .

. . . . .

“Nnngh!” She moaned as she came once again, this time she let herself down her mattress. “I’ll- I’ll see you t-tomorrow, champ,” she says right before going under her sheets and quickly falling asleep.

“… What the fuck?”

[Agree.]

 

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Man, I have been hard most of this day but was too tired to jack one off. Besides, I have plenty of women to deposit my cum in, so why waste it on a tissue? Unfortunately, they were all asleep. Well, except for the nightcrawler in my sheets. I did some fine tuning to my dick juice, so now it had an extraordinarily strong, virile scent that would put weak-minded women in heat, and this girl was anything but strong-willed seeing as she came to my bed unannounced and in heat.

But she had to wait since I’ve yet to claim my rewards from this ghost-hunting quest. Much to my surprise, I found 20 grand stacked nicely under the ‘Reward’ section -not like I had a visual representation of what my inventory looked like, I just had a feeling of what was in there and what was yet to be claimed. Alongsides the wad of cash was a perfume that was extra effective against ghosts and apparitions. Said perfume would last 48 hours in which time frame I wouldn’t be allowed to add any other perfume to myself, if I did so it would override the ghost one. The bottle was very pretty and had the shape of a naked, wailing woman with both of her hands on her face as she screamed, but it still looked beautiful and elegant none the less.

Now that I think about it, I haven’t checked the good ‘ol character inventory, have I? I opened my Status screen and though ‘Equipment’ and so a brand new screen popped up. TLDR; I could equip upper, lower, under lower clothes, light upper armor and hair accessories. That was for armor, I could also equip four rings, a cock ring, necklaces and a single earing. In the weapons part showed gloves and… Condoms. I didin’t quite get how this thing worked but thankfully Status was kind enough to have a ‘Guide’ option.

I could equip any kind of armor, accessories, weapons and rings normally, but I would have to remove them just as I put them on. The way this inventory worked is that the equipment would just appear once I either entered combat, or a sexual situation, otherwise it would not be on my body. I was worried about surprise attacks but it also said that in the case an attack outside of my field of view hit me while in ‘bystander mode’, my armor would equip the moment an action with killing intent was launched or directed my way. Neat! Oh, and gloves and condoms gave me sexual stats, such as endurance, vitality, and I guess some condoms increased my size so there is that.

I swiftly removed my armor, placed on my Item Box and equipped it on my inventory screen. For now, I will equip the poor latex gloves (that gave me a minor boost in nipple attacks) and condoms that wouldn’t break because I had something in mind.

By now I was dead fucking tired, my pants full of strong, virile precum that could get a girl pregnant if she even smelled it, and was really sweaty. Hey, look, water takes a while to heat up in this Realm, and I’m sure as hell not waiting half an hour just so I can bath in peace -I’ll just do it tomorrow before starting reconstructions and renovations.

However, right now I had more pressing matters to attend to.

“Nigthcrawling and raping me in my sleep is one way of making me hate you and making you suffer your punishment even harder.”

“…!”

After some moments of complete silence I sigh and gently remove the covers of my bed, revealing a naked, soaking Alice that looked at me just like a deer on headlights . “You can just ask, you know? I purposely let tonight be an empty slot just so you or your girlfriend could ask me for relief.” For some reason she winced when I said ‘girlfriend’.

“She is not my… Partner,” the petite girl confesses. “I just tag along with her so that I can earn more money.” Alice sits with her legs crossed, blushing and looking away from me in shame, but she stills turns her eyes to me to eye my growing erection. “Wha… What is going to happen, to me?” While her words said that she was worried, her voice told a whole new story.

“Hm? I’m going to fuck you, of course-“

“Can I lead?!”

Her outburst of excitement surprised me a little but thankfully she explained further her proposal; she was now looking at me with sparkling eyes. “I’m not into men leading, so can I please lead? I’ll-, I’ll make you cum lots! I read a lot of erotica so I know what makes men feel good!” Oh boy, we had a clear case of confident virgin on our case. This sort of things happened a lot back in my Realm, but this time around the genders were switched.

I though of it for a second, what if she sucks dick when having sex? But then again, all she really had to do was to massage my cock in her pussy and I’ll eventually cum, so having my guard lowered meant that she will be satisfied once I cum since I highly doubt she knows any of the secrete techniques of a proper whore. In the end I agreed to it.

“Perfect!” She beamed with sudden glee and swiftly moved my pillows so a little ‘throne’ laid against the head of the bed. “Please sit here! I’ll do all the moving!” She then remembers something. “Oh, and I brough condoms!”

Huh? Condoms? “You don’t want me to cum inside of you?” I involuntarily asked.

“These condoms are special,” Alice explained. “I will feel the cum inside of me as if you didn’t wear one, and I want to see all your love myself,” after seeing my lack of reaction she looked away in embarrassment. “You wouldn’t understand, it’s a girls thing.” If my intuition was correct, just like men back in my Realm took pride when seeing their cum drip out of their (or in most occasions, other’s) girl vagina. Women in this Realm took pride in seeing all the cum the male ejaculated inside of the condom.

Regardless, I complied with the petite blonde and sat on the pile of pillows. She positioned herself between my legs, her tiny hands rubbing my bare, hairless legs and slowly made their way into my briefs, but foreplay didn’t end there, she then began to kiss her way from my ankles, stopping at my thigs, and then my navel. The feeling was alien to me since it looked like this was very intimate despite being very vulgar. Was this the equivalent of something back in my Realm? This was the first ‘proper’ girl I’ve had in this Realm so many questions wandered in my mind.

Alice stopped her kissing and rubbing and instead removed my undershirt, revealing my fine muscles, which made her take a disappointed expression. “S-sorry…” She immediately apologized. “I’m not that into muscles so I was half expecting you to be… Softer.” I feel like she just said something very rude but I’ll let it slide.

“Why don’t you try touching them?” I offered. “Who knows, you might change your mind -Both Moira and Ishtar did,” at the accidental mention of other women she didn’t lashed out in anger, but instead a fire of competition ignited in her eyes.

“S-sure… Oh, and I’ll… Make you forget all the previous women you ever had before!” Ah, the number 33 of the Virgin Quote Book, didn’t know they had it in here. Even though she said she was going to make me feel good, all she has done is do her own sex rituals like an unexperienced virgin. I was already hard, so foreplay was no longer necessary. Oh! She began to touch my abs! “Uwah… What is this?” Alice kept on rubbing and rubbing, seemingly forgetting that we were having sex. It did feel kind of nice, but not enough for proper fucking.

I cleared my throat, taking her out of her trance. “You can play with them while we fuck, you know? No need to focus only on my abs.”

The girl looked away in embarrassment once again. “R-right, f-fucking… Sorry, but can you speak more… Cutely?” Huh? What the fuck she on about? “N-, no offense! But hearing a male saying such crude words is weird… Specially someone this dashing…”

“Are women supposed to swear in this Realm?”

“Y-, yes, but we don’t do it in front of male since it is a turn off for them. Is it not a turn off for you…?” Huh, that would explain why I didn’t hear my women swear that much in front of me despite having the world’s sexual roles reversed. The only ones that I have heard openly swear in front of me are either lesbians, assholes, or really pissed off girls.

“That is going to be hard, but I’ll try,” after a small ‘thank you’ she continued with her foreplay.

Alice shifted her position so that now she was sitting on my lap. The petite girl began to lick her way from my chest into my neck and finally into my mouth, which I opened for a kiss. Her kissing skills were as expected: awful. She didn’t move her tongue much and didn’t really drink my saliva or sucked on my tongue, which was then fixed as my own skill made her want more and more. It wasn’t as addictive as my cum, but it still had great flavor that made women crave for it.

After a few moments of disappointing kissing and her moaning periodically, she parted our lips, a heavy string of saliva still connecting our mouths. “H-how was it?”

This was the moment when girls said ‘It was good’ as to not make the man sad, so I wanted to replicate it to the T. “It was… Great, Alice.” There! Those eyes of ‘I’m making him feel good in my first time despite him having plenty of experience’! For some reason that made me feel warm inside despite my constant frustration of not actually feeling good. Cute.

Now with more confidence, the virgin woman traced her small hands around my body before finally landing on my hard prick, which had been making quite the tent on my briefs. Her hesitation was apparent. “Don’t be shy,” I said warmly, inviting her to move at her own pace, an invitation she gladly takes.

“…!” She gasps in silence as my meat is freed from my clothes, at roughly 22cm of length and almost 3 of thickness, no way she was expecting it to be so monstruous. The temptation was killing me, but something told me that she would off herself if I forced myself on her. “It-it’s only natural for you to be so ex-excited for my body!” she says proudly and awaits my reaction, but I had none since I wasn’t invited to the ‘How normal, vanilla sex works in this Realm’ class. Also, the only thing going for her was her butt and cuteness.

Enough with being passive I proceeded to rub her developing chest. Or at least I hope they were still developing. “It would be a crime to be soft when presented such cuteness,” I said back to her, but apparently I wasn’t supposed to say that.

“Ugh… He called them cute…”

Trying to salvage the situation I began to lick and suck on her tiny, hard nipples as I massaged her pronounced ass. “Size isn’t everything-“ She lets out a soft moan as I nimble with my lips. “Cute isn’t bad.”

“You are one to- Ah~ to talk,” Alice holds onto my monster and strokes it lightly. “I’ll- Mh~! M-make YOU mo- an~!” Or so she says, but she does try to live up to her word and separates from me, pulling out a miniscule condom from the sheets. “Er…” She realizes the problem she put herself in. “This isn’t going to fit, is it?” Letting out a sigh, I reluctantly pulled my special condoms out of thin air, which surprised her a bit but quickly made face. “Ah… Thank you, I don’t want to g-get pregnant…”

[That’s your call.]

Even my wife knew what’s up. Let’s just say the chances of the condom breaking from my cum were higher than ever. Not 100%, but still quite high. Yes, one benefit from my shitty class was that I could modify sex instruments and toys, condoms included.

Some moments of awkward silence ensued as I expected Alice to take the condom off my hands, but she just stared at it like an idiot. “Are you going to put it on, or should I?” I finally asked, to which she made a disappointed face.

“Uh, can you put it on yourself with a single hand?” She requested shyly. “If-if you don’t mind, of course…” I complied by opening the modest package with my teeth, making sure to not get any lube in my mouth, and put it on very slowly. This made Alice bit her lips in excitement. “N-now lay back…” Alice pushes me backwards, but her strength isn’t quite there, so I just move as she tries to push me.

The dim moonlight illuminated her cute form, her peach skin gleaming with sweat and flushed with her love. There was a tinge of musk as her folds dripped with sweet nectar on the sheets, for how long has she been this wet? We looked at each other as animals ready to breed, and without saying a word she used one hand to support herself on my shoulders, lifter herself, and aligned her dripping nethers with my dick, only for her to drop hard on it. A silent cry of pain escaped her throat as I penetrated her, meeting some resistance on the way to her womb, she flinched and tears formed on her eyes as she broke through her own purity in desperation, but this lasted as just a moment as a cry of pleasure then escaped her lips, I felt her walls contracting and trying to eject the foreign object, but at the same time rubbing me, trying to milk me of all my seed. She was tight. And not the good kind of tight -it hurt quite a bit, but I managed to suppress my grunt of pain. But the most important thing of all…

She came with only insertion like a true virgin.

She dug her nails on my shoulders, trying to bear with the pain and pleasure, her eyes shut tight and a moan of pain and lust constantly squeaking out. One minute passed, then two, then three. After a full five minutes of sobbing, moaning, and her trying to move forward, she decided to hide her shame in my chest and sob at her pathetic display. “Ugh… No body said that it would be this painful… Not only that, but I came as soon as I put it on… Uwa…”

Uh, let us try to salvage this, shall we? “Don’t you worry, Alice, everyone is like that on their first time!” I tried to put a cheerful tone just for her, but it backfired royally.

“Uwa… He even said the line…”

It’s landmine after landmine in here. This time I changed the subject. “Are you comfortable? Are you able to move? Do I help you?” She quickly raised her head and shook it.

“N-no! Let me do all the work!” Alice pleaded. “I want to make you feel good!” And with a couple of deep breaths, she slowly raised her hips, letting out a sweet little moan in the process. “What’s… The deal with your weird shape…? It rubs my inside so weirdly…” You are one to talk, I don’t think I can cum with such vice fucking grip. Didn’t Moira said that she masturbated? Why was she so fucking tight? I’m surprised she could even put it in!

Very, very slowly she began to descend on my cock once only the tip was inserted. “Gh!” She moaned in pain. “Why are you so… big?” Even with our difference in size she still went on with this sorry excuse of sex. This time she didn’t take my full length, she only took a third of it and was probably regretting slamming down on my earlier.

“I’m… Almost there!” Oi. Wait, wait wait wait! Are you seriously cumming from a few slow as shit strokes!? But before I could say something she prematurely came. “Oh no No NO NO SORRY SORR- YAAAH!” She screamed as her folds contracted and trembled on my invading member, some girl cum spraying me flat on my stomach. Her face was shameless, making a lewd expression as her eyes rolled back to her skull while I basked in fucking pain as the already tight hole tightened more and more.

Alice slumped to my side, her vagina gleefully expelling my cock as she twitched, moaned and groaned in ecstasy, a heavy trail of her fluids carpeted the bed and my body. A quick look at her status showed me that she was fulfilled and wholly unconscious.

[THAT’S IT!? YOU NIGHTCRAWL MY HUSBAND AND PREMATURELY CUM TWICE AND THEN YOU ARE DONE? ARE SEROUS? HONEY, FUCK HER RIGHT THIS INSTANT AND REMOVE THAT DISGUSTING THING IN YOUR COCK.]

I let out a sigh as I share her sentiment. “No can do, Hera,” my voice full of regret. “She is so tight it fuck hurts being inside of her, almost as if she hasn’t masturbated in her whole life.” I was really tempted to do a Moira and fuck her silly, but the difference with Alice and Moira was clear as day. Moira had an average vagina, Ishtar had snug-fit one, but Alice’s was designed to NOT be penetrated by any man other then the pathetic excuse of cocks the men in this Realm had.

[That is… A shame, really. What are you going to do now?]

“Jack it to the though of us making love.”

[…]

“Uh, I mean, to the though of giving a child to my mistress in front of my pathetic wife.”

(Zeus lied as naturally as he breathed)

[That’s better. Good night, Zus.]

Such a blue ball day…

 

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Status:
Name: Gil
Race: N/A
LV: 15
Title: The Great Magic Scholar (1 available)
HP: 198/198
MP: 264/264
VIT: 238/238
Class: Grand Breeder
EXP: 86%

Attributes:
STR: 39
WIS: 88
FTH: %ERROR+E
CHA: 100
END: 85
LUK: 7
DEX: 39

Skills (4 SP available):
Mate Detector EX:
No cost. Passive. User detects the most optimal and fertile creature to mate with. Target's fertility measured by smell.

Analysis B:
Cost depends on target. Active. Allows the user to see characteristics of the target. May fail depending on target's level, mass and/or density.

Golden Fingers C:
6 MP/min. Toggle. User's skin is imbued with aphrodisiatic pheromones, causing whoever touches the user to surge with [Moderate] arousal. Enhances pleasure. [Moderate] Boost to Lust attacks.

Love Tap C+:
10 MP. Active. User's next unarmed attack deals an additional [28] Lust damage.

Telepathic Communication C:
No cost, but will cost if outside of effective range. Toggle. User is able to communicate via thoughts. Only works with beings the user has a bond with. Level requirement succeeded: Communication goes both ways.

Forbidden Secretions B:
No cost. Passive. User's bodily fluids gain additional properties. Options increase with skill's rank.

Genital Enhancer A:
No cost. Permanent. User's genitals become [Greatly] more optimal for breeding.

(NEW!) Expanded Reproduction B:
No cost. Permanent. For males: Scrotum is [Greatly] enlarged, semen production is [Greatly] increased, partner's pregnancy periods are [Greatly] decreased and virility is [Greatly] improved. Your seed has higher priority for implantation. For females: Ovulating periods increased, pregnancy terms [Greatly] decreased. For both: Conceiving yields additional EXP. Level requirement met: Female partners and Users gain [Queued Pregnancies] and now becomes immune to miscarriages and abortion. Gain immunity to pregnancy side effects, baby will be stored in the mother’s soul until childbirth.

Stable Stud C:
No cost. Permanent. Increase sexual endurance and VIT by [x1.4] (skill's effect doubles while copulating).

Pink Mist C: 3 MP/minute. Toggle. User deploys an invisible, sweet-smelling mist that causes [Moderate] Lust damage to surrounding targets. Surrounding targets' sexual sensitivity is [Moderately] enhanced.

Allure C: 35 MP. Active. Target becomes charmed by user, obeying varying sexual orders given by user. Skill may be resisted. Skill may be interrupted.

Homewrecker E: 5 MP/Minute. Toggle. User is able to depict target's erogenous zones. Effectiveness on these spots is increased [Slightly]. Skill's effect is doubled if target is in a relationship, and tripled if married.

Grand Tamer C+: Cost depends on level, racial and title difference. Active. Lets you tame beings you can reproduce with (Effectiveness increases with rank, user's level, social status, race, titles hoarded and state of health). May fail.

Incubus Glare D: 9 MP/Second. Toggle. Allows user to see into the target's inner desires, inflicting [Moderate] Lust damage. Can be boosted by infusing [x2] the normal amount of Mana required to cast.

Mana Control B: No cost. Permanent. Allows the User to control their own Mana in different ways. Can't be upgraded via SP. Makes it easier to learn external magical skills.

Heat of the Moment EX: Cost not set. Active. Target becomes afflicted with Breeding Bitch, receiving [Major] Lust damage overtime, using the Target's Mana as fuel until Target gains (Climax - Major), Caster deems the target unable to fight, or Target receives an intervaginal ejaculation.

Bimbofication EX: Cost not set. Ritual (requirement not set). After casting, a [50m] (+50m per Caster) area [1km] (+1km per Caster) away from Caster(s) will inflict [Bitch’s Mind] to all foes within it (Friendly Fire Default: Off).

[Bitch’s Mind: For females: Inhibitions greatly reduced, willpower greatly reduced, common sense greatly reduced, lust greatly increased. Affection gain towards Caster(s) greatly increased, lust and affection gain from other compatible partners reduced by an ungodly amount (bypassed by Caster’s instructions), desire to breed somewhat increased, sexual frustration from masturbation greatly increased, slight addiction to Caster(s)’s scent. Impossible to breed with compatible beings other than Caster(s). Target(s) desire only Caster(s) body type. Natural anal lubrication. For males (If Trait == Ugly, Bastard, Homewrecked, Fat, Cucker, Impregnator, Lover Stealer, Corrupt, Playboy, Lucky): Virility greatly reduced, affection gain towards compatible beings greatly reduced, sexual gratification from all sources greatly reduced, if (genitals>4cm) then (genitals=4cm), ejaculation size reduced by an ungodly amount, pleasure given to compatible beings greatly reduced. Duration: 7 days. Duration if rank A or EX: permanent. Type: Curse, mind control, enslavement, lewd, World Class Magic, debuff.]

Sixth Finger D: 30 MP. Active. User's next sexual attack will be felt through the target's [Heavy] [Clothes]. Likewise, User will feel Target's skin as if touching it directly. Skill effect ends as soon as full sexual damage is dealt.

Passion-sharing C: Cost depends on User. Active. In combat: User's fresh fluids regenerate MP with an efficiency of [65%]. Out of combat: User's pleasure is shared through kissing, potency of this pleasure is increased exponentially with skill rank.

(NEW!) Incubus Dream C: 100MP+(modifier), Cost increase depends on Target’s Faith and Willpower. Active, passive. In combat: Cost halved, Target becomes [Lustfully Drowsy] for [3] minutes, if Faith and Willpower check succeed, Target removes outer layer of [Light Armor]. If Caster is [Demon] race then spell’s effect is doubled. Out of combat: Caster travels through the Ethereal Realm and into the Dream Realm, Caster may enter anyone’s dream. Retention of memories, experience, stats, body modification, fetishes, body harm, mental modification, mental harm, substance consumption and special status inflicted on Target depends on spell’s rank. Level requirement succeeded: Dream Realm impregnation is possible (not passed to the Physical Realm due to spell’s rank and User’s race). Both: Targets become afflicted with [Incubus’ Seal] and are protected from any Dream Realm intruder and can be forced to dream if Caster wishes to do so.

 

Perks:
???: Loss of Divinity.

Grand Breeder: Reduce Lust damage taken by 50%. Can now breed with any (humanoid) race. You have superior seed.

Ereshkigal's PREMIUM Blessing: Higher chance to avoid death flags and near-death experiences. Time-wind type revival (Self). Upon death, soul is not lost and EXP and LV is maintained.

Hera's Blessing: Sexual partners will no longer be attracted to other mates other than you. Partners are more willing to try polygamy. This blessing is null if partner also has it.

(NEW!) Gentle Beast: Physical attack’s damage reduced and is converted to Lust damage. Affection gain with certain personalities slightly increased and fear moderately decreased. Rumors of your gentle sexual endeavors have been spread through the land, you can now be approached by (Reserved) personalities for one-night stands.

(NEW!) ???: ??? has ??? you and is now ??? you. Affection and lust gain towards [???]s greatly increased. You can no breed with ???s. Removed until you ??? ??? or ??? to ???.