Free use. A very popular genre in porn these days. A genre I also liked, just like many other males. However, if asked for my personal opinion, it was great, but it also felt fake. A bit too fake.
So I let the porn version go and turned to the cultured anime version, but I found nothing of it there. Nothing I was satisfied with again.
So, I turned to comics. The result remained the same. The element of fake was still there.
So, my final hope was the novels. The beginning of every fantasy. However, fate decided to disappoint me here as well, as the three or four of them that I found weren’t to my liking.
If they were free use, they also had the element of NTR in them, something I despised with all my being, and those that weren’t so, were, how should I say it, not what I desired.
Yeah, yeah, I’m coming off as incredibly picky right now. But it’s not like none of you disagree with me. How many are there that would read NTR free use and call themselves human?
And how many were out there who were content with what they read? I wasn’t, and if I wasn’t, there were bound to be many others who weren’t.
So, for those many, I decided to create my own novel. I mean, I couldn’t draw a comic, make a cultured anime, or star in a porno so this was the only option I had to vent.
However, when I sat down to write, with the keyboard in my lap, ready and raring to go to write, a mouse fell into my lap. That’s right, a mouse!
So, like any normal person, I panicked. I panicked, and my chair slipped, causing me to fall backward. And what happened after that, I didn’t quite remember.
It was the cultivation world and then the magical world. Then it was the world of demons, and then a world of just hungry monsters in a never-ending forest.
I died in each and every one of them, of course. I lived a long time in them, and I didn’t really die but just slept one day and woke up in another body.
However, in none of those worlds was the fantasy that I had been fulfilled. I didn’t find any free-use world. And it was disappointing. I still had a lot of sex, though, and made many girls a slave to pleasure who would let me do them any time, but it just wasn’t the same.
None of it was the same.
But! None of that! Not one bit of that would explain why I was being smothered by the chest of this busty blonde woman.
This is my story about how I got reincarnated into a world of magic and adventure. Again. And my favorite part of that world was? Yep, you guessed it right.
Jake, an injured boy, was currently in the embrace of a woman in her mid-thirties, but her face didn’t show any indication of that age. From her face, she looked ten years younger.
But it wasn’t her face Jack was focused on. His eyes were lost on her body. Although she was fully dressed in a blue top and a beige skirt, it didn’t help to hide her curves.
Especially her giant breasts, which were the biggest Jack had ever seen. Her rack was at least a J cup or a bit higher than that. However, the magical thing about them was how they defied gravity.
Other than that was her smooth stomach, which even when covered by the shirt, appeared smooth with no signs of fat.
Her figure wasn’t thin or petite, and greatly supported her giant breasts. Jack couldn’t tell what the ass of the woman looked like since she was sitting facing him but he hoped that it was at least half as big as her breasts. But if it was the same as her breasts, Jack wasn’t leaving the side of this woman, even though she had called her his mother.
Jack, however, didn’t look so good. He was scrawny by any definition, as if malnourished, but he was sure that such a mother, who was crying because of his injured state, would starve him like that. So it was something else that he didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body and was almost skin and bones.
But that wasn’t the time to notice such things. He was injured, and his body ached quite a lot. And the fact that his mother kept hugging him didn’t help, but his lecherous mind didn’t want her to go away from him, and whenever she would press her breasts against his chest, he would feel heaven’s gate within his reach.
However, he had to be careful and just stare and feel it because that wasn’t intentional, touching was.
Finally, she left. Did she have to wear a long skirt? I couldn’t make out the shape of her ass. But I was sure it would have been jiggly and supple. Just succulent and ripe like a peach. Hmm… Just perfect for a bite.
She didn’t leave me permanently, though. She just left to get something for me to eat, which, according to her, would take just ten cycles. I didn’t know what cycles were, but I had already lived in four different worlds; every world had different scales of time, so maybe it was the scale of this one.
At least I could understand the language. The language in the first world I was in, the world of cultivation and martial arts, was somewhat Chinese, and I had to spend almost a decade learning it.
Anyway, I turned to look at the system to tell me what world I was in now.
My health was already low, despite how low it was. I had no system power yet, which also meant that my intelligence was zero.
System power molded to the power of the world I was in, so when I was in the magical world, it was mana; when in the cultivation world, it was Ki; when in the demon world, it was demonic energy; and when in the world of endless forest, it was spiritual energy.
So I didn’t know what sort of energy supported this world, but whatever it was, it depended on my INT stat.
I clicked on the stat window, and it expanded.
What was this guy? One pump chump? Even ten-year-olds have more stamina than that. The other stats weren’t also very good, so in one good word, useless. This body was useless.
As always, my skills, titles, and achievements had reset like every other time I was transferred to a new world, so I just glanced at them.
Before hitting the quest tab, though, I headed to the shop tab because I wanted to leave that for last.
[The shop will be unlocked at level 10]
Of course it would be. I just thought it would be different this time, but it wasn’t. Well, tough luck.
I finally clicked on the last tab on my list. The quest tab.
I clicked on the primary tab first. Primary quests were must-do quests. There was no option for them. I had to do it, otherwise, harsh punishment awaited. Of course, the reward was also very gracious, which almost every time boosted my strength, gave me treasures of all kinds, and other precious things.
It was a pity it was empty, but it wasn’t like I was in a condition to do them anyway.
Secondary quests weren’t like primary quests. There were no punishments for one, and the rewards weren’t that substantial either. At most, it would be some EXP or a stat after many days of repeatable tasks.
But secondary quests had no risks. If I wanted to do them, I could. If I didn’t, I didn’t have to.
That was the type of freedom I didn’t have in the case of the primary quests.
I clicked on the one quest I had, and the window expanded.
[Quest: Supple and Succulent (Repeatable)]
That sounded a bit familiar. Weren’t they my words just now?
[Task: Slap Rayla’s bare ass]
[Reward: 1 EXP for every slap]
[A.N.: Only one slap per day amounts to one EXP. No additional EXP would be given for any additional slaps.
The quest would be removed after 365 days]
‘What the…’ The quest left me speechless for a second, but before I could think of the consequences of spanking my alleged mother, I thought about how doing so would feel and…
Boy, did it feel good in my imagination.
Just one, teeny tiny problem. I had noticed it earlier as well when this body’s mother was hugging me so tightly with her chest pressed in mine and all. And even now, when I thought of spanking her while she let out moans of pleasure, I didn’t feel anything.
I mean, I did feel lust, but I didn’t feel anything down there. Why wasn’t I getting a hard-on?