After the creature left, Kaito suddenly felt dizzy.
His head was spinning, vision blurry. The last thing he saw was the creature laughing in the white void.
Then... everything went black.
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Some time later…
In the middle of a dense forest, where tall trees touched the sky and sunlight barely reached the ground, a boy lay unconscious beside a giant tree. The wind gently moved the grass, birds chirped above, and nature breathed around him.
Suddenly, his eyes opened wide.
"Ugh… where am I?" he groaned.
He sat up, rubbing his temples. The fresh scent of grass and wood hit his nose.
"This… is this that Velmora place the creature told me about?"
He stood up slowly, trying to balance himself.
All around him were trees, bushes, grass, and nothing else. No houses, no roads. Just raw nature.
He blinked a few times, trying to take it all in.
"Is this real? Am I really in another world?" he whispered.
Then a small smile crept on his lips. "Haha… I've read so many web novels about people getting transported into fantasy worlds… but this feeling… it's so damn real. It feels good."
His heart was racing with excitement. But then—he dropped to his knees.
"AHH—!"
He clutched his head in pain as a storm of memories flooded his brain. Names, faces, places, smells, emotions—his past life in this world was loading into him like a broken hard drive.
It was torture.
But after a minute, the pain started to fade… and he understood.
"So… in this world, my name is Aric Valen."
He looked at his hands. They were bigger, rougher, stronger than before. His arms were muscular. His body felt solid like someone who worked hard every day.
"I'm… a woodcutter? Huh."
Then the memories continued:
"I don't have a father… just a stepmother and a stepsister. My stepmother is cold… my stepsister is strange. But this body... this isn't weak. I've got muscles. I've lived a rough life here."
He looked around the forest again.
"But what about… my powers?"
Just as he asked that—
BEEP!
A blue screen suddenly popped up in front of his eyes, like a floating hologram.
It was glowing softly.
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[STATUS SCREEN]
[THE LUST SYSTEM]
Name: Aric Valen
Level: 1
Age: 20
Class: Woodcutter
Strength: 25
Intelligence: 29
Health: 100
Speed: 24
Mana: 100
Abilities:
1) Slave Will
Description: Allows you to make someone your slave through physical contact.
Activation Methods & Effectiveness:
Handshake = 10%
Hug = 30%
Kiss on lips = 40%
Kiss on other body parts = 30%
Intercourse = 100%
Skill Activation Chance: 25%
Note: Chance increases depending on emotional state, arousal, and resistance of the target. The more intimate the act, the stronger the bond. Targets affected by "Slave Will" obey direct commands.
2) Shop
Description: A system where you can buy skills, weapons, and items using "tokens."
Tokens: Earned by completing missions, side quests, defeating enemies, or achieving hidden goals.
Note: Rare items and forbidden skills are unlocked after higher levels.
3) Inspect
Description: Lets you view other people's profile/status.
Limitations: Doesn't work if the target's level is more than 10 levels above you.
Stealth Mode: They won't know you're checking them.
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Kaito—now Aric—stared at the screen, frozen.
"Wait… Ren Takeda… that's the name of the guy from that NTR manga I read…"
He gulped.
"Don't tell me… I actually got his powers?! That guy could control minds and twist emotions like a puppet master."
His heart thumped faster, and a grin started forming on his face.
"Holy shit… this is real. This is actually real."
He stood up, the wind blowing gently through his black hair.
"I'm not just some depressed loser anymore. I've got muscles, I've got powers… and I've got a second chance."
He looked down at his hands again. They were trembling—but not from fear. From excitement.
"Okay… what do I do now?"
Aric stood still, holding the axe in his hand.
"I'm a woodcutter in this world. And my goal is to get the Soulbeet Herb."
He scratched his head.
"But how the hell do I find it?"
He looked around. Nothing but trees and silence.
"...Forget it. I'll think about that later."
He sighed.
"For now, I should do what Aric used to do. Cut wood, sell it, and learn about this world slowly."
He noticed something on the side of the tree.
"Huh?"
A pile of wood was already tied with a rope.
"Ohh, looks like the old Aric already worked hard today. Lucky me."
He smiled and picked up the bundle.
It was heavy but manageable.
With the axe on his back and wood in his hands, Aric started walking towards the village.
As he walked, he looked around.
Wooden houses.
People in medieval clothes.
Women carrying baskets.
Children playing.
Old men chatting.
And animals—bulls, chickens, goats.
It was like walking inside a fantasy story.
"This really is Velmora... Amazing."
He couldn't stop looking everywhere.
Finally, he reached the village chief's shop.
It was a small wooden house with a board hanging above the door.
He walked in.
Behind the counter stood an old man.
Gray clothes.
A short white beard.
Thin and weak-looking.
The man looked at him.
"Aric, you came early today. Everything alright? Also, the wood is less than usual."
Aric paused for a second.
He wasn't ready for the question.
But he quickly smiled and said,
"Yeah, I felt a little sick, so I didn't cut much."
The old man nodded.
"Hmm. Alright."
He counted the logs.
"Ten logs. One copper each. Here."
He gave Aric ten small copper coins.
The coins made a jingling sound as he dropped them into Aric's hand.
Aric looked at them and thought,
"Only one copper per log? That's low… but I guess I can't complain for now."
He nodded and said,
"Thank you."
Then he turned around and left the shop.
He walked slowly toward his house.
"Okay… this world is real. This life is real. And now I have to survive here."
He looked at the sky.
"Step by step, I'll figure it out. First the village… then the world."
Aric walked towards his house, taking in the familiar sights.
After a few meters, he spotted a small house nearby. It looked cozy, with two rooms and one bathroom. He knocked on the wooden door and heard a sweet, sultry voice call out, "Cominggg!"
The door creaked open, and there she was—a beautiful woman in her thirties, wearing a pink nightgown that hugged her curves in all the right places.
Her massive boobs strained against the thin fabric, and her massive ass looked round and firm, like a ripe peach ready to be plucked. She smiled at Aric, her eyes sparkling with a mix of concern and something more.
"Aric, you're home early today. Is everything okay, sweetheart?" she purred, her voice like honey.
Aric's heart pounded in his chest as he felt his dick stir. He tried to hide his nervousness, swallowing hard before replying, "Yeah, I just felt a little sick and came home to rest."
Darcy's eyes softened, and she took his hand, pulling him into a tight hug. Her massive boobs pressed against his chest, and he could feel every soft, plump inch of them. Aric's dick throbbed, and he let out a soft "aah" as he felt her body against his. This was his first time being hugged by a woman like this, and it sent shivers down his spine.
"Sick? You poor thing," Darcy cooed, her breath hot on his ear. "Let's get you something to drink."
She led him inside and gave him a glass of water in a copper glass. Aric drank it down, his throat dry with anticipation. He lay down on the mattress on the floor, and Darcy said, "Wait here, I'll make you some soup."
Aric nodded, his mind racing. He got up and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He pulled down his pants, taking his hard dick in his hand. He started to stroke it, his breaths coming in quick gasps.
"Oh, Darcy," he moaned, his voice low and husky. "What are you doing to me?"
He leaned against the wall, his body tensing as he pleasured himself, imagining Darcy's soft touch and her curvaceous body. The room filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and the wet, slick sounds of his hand moving on his dick.
"Aah, Darcy," he moaned again, his body trembling as he reached the peak of his pleasure.