Thirteen wagons rumbled through the dense forest, their wooden wheels creaking against the uneven dirt path. Two guards flanked each wagon, their eyes darting between the shifting shadows of the towering trees.
Inside one of the wagons, Leon lay sprawled on the seat, sleeping without a care in the world. Across from him, three girls sat in silence, watching him with puzzled expressions.
"This guy is different..." Lilith murmured, her lips curving into an amused smile. "I've never seen a man this relaxed around us."
"He doesn't know our father," Dana replied, her expression serious. "That's why he's so carefree. Once he finds out, he'll be just another monkey scrambling to get away from us."
"Or maybe..." Nina mused, peeking at Leon over the top of her book. "Maybe he's just brave—someone who doesn't fear our father."
Dana scoffed, folding her arms. "No man is brave enough to stand before our father. And a guy like him? I don't believe it."
A soft murmur broke the quiet.
"Milfs..." Leon mumbled in his sleep, a perverse grin tugging at his lips.
The three girls exchanged glances.
---
Outside the wagons, two royal guards walked side by side, their armor faintly clinking with each step.
"I've heard the number of demonic wolves in these forests is rising," one guard muttered, scanning the treeline.
"Yeah. The Adventurer's Guild put a hefty price on their heads," his partner replied.
"I've gone out with my friends a few times, fully prepared, but we never found a single one."
"Some adventurers went in solo and never came back," the first guard said, lowering his voice. "I think these wolves are smart. They only come when—"
*Swish*
A sharp rustle in the underbrush cut him off. Both guards snapped to attention.
"Did you hear that?" one whispered, hand tightening around the hilt of his sword.
"Something's not—"
Before he could finish, a massive black wolf lunged from the darkness. Fangs sank deep into his throat, tearing flesh and muscle apart as if it were nothing but paper.
Blood sprayed. A gurgled scream died in his throat. His lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
"DEMONIC WOLVES!" the other guard bellowed, his voice ringing through the night.
Inside the wagon, Leon's eyes snapped open. He sat up and peered outside—only to be met with the sight of a mangled corpse, crimson blood pooling beneath it.
The moment his gaze locked onto the glistening red, his body went rigid. His breath hitched. His heart pounded, then slowed to a sluggish, unnatural pace.
And then he saw it.
A hulking wolf, its fur black as midnight, its eyes glowing like embers in the dark. It stared directly at him—predatory, intelligent, merciless.
Leon's world began to fade. His vision blurred, his ears rang with deafening silence. His mind spiraled into panic, his limbs locked in place. Darkness crept at the edges of his consciousness, swallowing him whole.
Then—
[Critical conditions detected.]
[Skill 'Adaptive Body' activating.]
[Stabilizing mind.]
[Adjusting eye focus.]
[Force-opening eardrums.]
[Normalizing blood flow.]
[Condition recorded: Panic Attack. Future adaptation will be faster.]
Thirty seconds. That was all it took.
His breathing steadied. His heartbeat returned to normal. His sight cleared. His hearing sharpened.
And just in time.
"HELP ME—!"
*SNAP*
A sickening crunch echoed as the second guard's scream was cut short, his body collapsing beside his fallen comrade.
The demonic wolf lifted its head, blood dripping from its jaws, and turned its glowing red eyes toward its next prey, another pair of Royal Guards that were coming at him from behind.
Leon exhaled, slow and controlled.
"...Skill Crafter," he whispered.
[Please pick a name for the skill...]
"Adrenaline Rush."
****
When a human faces extreme danger, two instincts take over: freeze and die like a coward, or fight for survival.
Only 2% of humans can force their minds to choose the latter, to reject fear and override natural hesitation. And when they do—when survival becomes an undeniable command—their minds detect the threat level and the hypothalamus signals the adrenal glands.
Adrenaline floods the bloodstream.
The heart races, pumping blood at an unnatural speed. Blood pressure spikes. Lungs expand, drawing in oxygen with desperate urgency.
Pupils dilate, vision sharpens. Pain suppression kicks in, dulling wounds that would cripple an ordinary man. Muscles contract harder, faster, turning a fragile human into a superhuman for a fleeting moment.
Leon wasn't part of that 2%. His body refused to move. His mind screamed to fight, but his instincts had locked his limbs in place.
'I can't convince my mind to fight or flee... Adaptive Body stabilized my body, but I need to force an adrenaline release in order to get out of this situation.' Leon thought with a serious expression.
The demonic wolf snarled, its blood-stained maw twisting into something almost human in its malice. The Royal guards had formed a circle around it, swords raised at him from everyside.
"WE HAVE TO KILL HIM." One of the guard shouted loudly.
[Please pick a name for the skill...]
Leon exhaled sharply, his mind racing.
"Adrenaline Rush."
[Skill 'Adrenaline Rush' has been created.]
[Rank has been set to 'F' by default.]
[State the skill's function.]
'When activated, this skill will forcefully stimulate the adrenal glands to release an equal amount of adrenaline after assessing the danger in front of the user—' before he could've completed the description, A loud voice interrupted him.
"Awooooooooooo!"
The demonic wolf's howl split the air, shaking the earth beneath them.
Screams erupted from the wagons behind it.
Children scrambled to flee—but before they could take a step, hundreds of grey wolves emerged from the bushes. Their yellow eyes glowed as the beasts surrounded the convoy, their bodies tense with predatory hunger.
[Dire situation detected. Protocol 707 has been executed.]
[Description has been edited by the system and accepted.]
[Chant has been set: 'Adrenaline Rush.']
[Skill 'Adrenaline Rush' has been learned successfully.]
Leon dismissed all the notifications, his mind too occupied by the overwhelming reality in front of him.
There was no escape.
His eyes darted around the scene—nothing but snarling wolves and trembling survivors trapped in wooden wagons. If he didn't act now, he will be dead.
"We need to get out of the wagon," Nina's calm, analytical voice cut through the chaos. "If we stay here, we'll be torn apart. We need open ground."
Her eyes scanned the battlefield as she shut her book, adjusting her glasses with a precise motion.
"There are still six Royal Guards left. If they can hold off the leader wolf, we focus on the smaller wolves. That gives us a chance to break through."
Leon blinked. 'How is she so calm?'
Dana stood up, cracking her knuckles. "Well? What are we waiting for?" She turned to Lilith, eyes sharp with anticipation.
Lilith sighed but smiled. "Fine."
Reaching under her seat, she pulled out a large bag and opened it.
Inside—an arsenal.
Swords. Daggers. Even a bow.
Dana immediately snatched up two short swords, twirling them in her hands as if they were weightless.
[Name: Dana Denver]
[Class: Unknown]
[Race: Human]
[Mana: 100/100]
[HP: 200/200]
[Description: Daughter of Belvered Denver. Trained in basic swordsmanship by her father. Aims to become a Royal Knight.]
Leon's eyes flicked to Lilith.
[Name: Lilith Denver]
[Class: Unknown]
[Race: Human]
[Mana: 50/50]
[HP: 100/100]
[Description: Passionate about weapons and skilled in basic crafting. Aspires to be the greatest blacksmith in history.]
Finally, Nina.
[Name: Nina Denver]
[Class: Unknown]
[Race: Human]
[Mana: 50/50]
[HP: 100/100]
[Description: One of the brightest minds in her village. Considered gifted by the gods due to her intelligence.]
Leon clenched his fists. 'They're all trained. They know how to survive. I haven't even fucked one MILF, I am not ready to die yet and they are my ticket to get out of this situation.'
Dana turned, holding up a long two edged sword. "Oi. You know how to use this?"
Leon snapped back to reality. "H-Huh?"
Dana tossed the weapon to him. "You're scared. That's normal. But you have two choices—run or die."
She jerked her chin toward the leader Wolf, which had just ripped a Royal Guard's throat out in a spray of crimson. The body hit the ground with a sickening thud.
"Because if you freeze, you're next."
The black wolf lifted its head, blood dripping from its fangs, its eyes locked onto another Royal guard.
*CRACK*
"Noooooooo-" Another guard was crushed in its jaws, his scream dying instantly.
Leon's breathing became uneven. His grip tightened on the sword.
"Oi, hold that tight." Dana leaped off the wagon, followed by her sisters.
'Adaptive body is controlling my body just fine, but everytime I look at that wolf... My body just freezes again.'
'Fuck this, it's better to run with them than die alone.'
But the moment he landed—
A pack of ten gray wolves blocked their path.
Their hungry, glowing eyes locked onto them.
Dana swore, raising her blades. "There's too many."
Nina's voice was deadly calm. "Aim for the face. Their fur is reinforced—it's like metal."
Dana exhaled. "Fine. I'll clear a path. You guys make a run for it and call for help."
She raised her swords looking at the wolfs with a serious expression.
-------------------------------------------------
[[Skill: Adrenaline Rush (Passive)]
[Rank: F]
[Description: Upon activation, this skill forcibly stimulates the adrenal glands, releasing an appropriate amount of adrenaline based on the assessed danger level. The effect lasts for 56 seconds, enhancing physical capabilities significantly.
Warning: Once the duration ends, the user will experience backlash proportional to the amount of adrenaline released. Excessive usage may lead to severe internal injuries or even DEATH.]
[Mana Cost: 0]
[Cooldown: 30 seconds]
****
"HYAAAAAAAAAA!" Dana let out a fierce battle cry, swinging her blade with all her might. The steel cut through the air in a deadly arc—
*Swish!*
Her sword stabbed deep into a grey wolf's right eye.
"WOOOO—" The beast let out a high-pitched whimper before collapsing lifelessly onto the dirt.
*Thud*
"Grrrrrrrrr..."
But before she could even take a breath, two more wolves stepped forward, replacing the fallen one, their snarling maws dripping with saliva, their glowing eyes locked onto their prey.
"This is bad..." Lilith muttered, gripping the hilt of her dagger with trembling fingers.
"Yeah, no shit." Dana responded, her muscles tensing.
Behind them, Leon turned to assess the battlefield—his pulse hammering against his skull. The number of royal guards had dwindled to three. They stood with their blades raised, but their arms were shaking, their knees barely holding them up.
Their faces were pale.
They were terrified.
And if they fell—
'Fuck, fuck, FUCK!' Leon's mind raced. If they die, we're next. I need to get out of here fast.' Leon thought as his eyes started searching for a way to run out.
*Thud* *Thud* *Thud*
Suddenly, three bodies fell down to the ground and complete silence covered the forest.
The air grew thick.
His body locked up.
His instincts screamed.
Death is behind you.
'They are dead and it's standing behind me now. I am about to die, again.' Leon thought with a serious expression.
"I knew it. I should've stayed home and fucked that thick—"
*CRUNCH!*
Before he could've completed his sentence, A pair of enormous fangs tore into his right shoulder.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—FUCKKKKKK!"
Leon's scream tore through the battlefield as the demonic wolf lifted him effortlessly, fangs sinking deeper into flesh and bone. Then, with a violent jerk of its head—
*THWACK!*
The beast flung Leon like a ragdoll. His body slammed against a tree, pain ripping through his spine. His vision blurred. His ears started ringing.
---
"O-Oh shit..." Dana's voice cracked as she turned, raising her trembling blade toward the creature.
Her legs wobbled.
Her hands shook.
*Thud* *Thud*
Lilith and Nina collapsed behind her, fear gripping them so tightly they couldn't even stand. The sharp scent of urine filled the air as they peed in their panties.
But Dana stood firm, sword clenched, standing between her sisters and the monster that would tear them apart.
"Grrrrrrrrr..."
The demonic wolf stepped forward, its black fur rippling like liquid shadow, its crimson eyes locked onto Dana.
She gritted her teeth and tightened her grip.
If this was the end, she would go down fighting.
---
Leon's eyes snapped open.
The pain in his shoulder got suppressed to the limits.
His heart slammed against his ribs, pumping blood at an unnatural speed. His pupils dilated. His muscles tightened like coiled steel. The world sharpened—every detail crystal clear.
With slow, controlled movements, Leon rose from the ground, stepping out from the bushes. His face was eerily calm, his breaths controlled.
A grey wolf noticed him, its ears perking up. Drool dripped from its maw as it growled, sensing blood... The wolf thought it was an injured prey. An easy one.
Then, in a blur of motion—
"Woof!"
The beast lunged, fangs aiming for Leon's throat.
But before it could even reach him—
Leon's hand shot out at an unimaginable speed.
*SNAP!*
He caught the wolf's jaws mid-air, his fingers crushing its snout with monstrous strength. The wolf's eyes bulged in shock, its limbs flailing.
Leon looked down at the creature with cold, unfeeling eyes.
"Stay in your fucking limit."
*CRACK*
With one brutal squeeze, he shattered the wolf's skull like brittle glass. The beast went limp, dead before it even hit the ground.
'I can feel it... This power is just too much. It's like, I want to crush more skulls and this urge to kill...'
****
The forest air was thick with the scent of blood and fear, hanging like a suffocating shroud over the battlefield.
The Demonic Wolf stalked forward, its fangs glistening with saliva, eyes locked onto Dana. Its body tensed, ready to rip her apart. But before it could strike, a low, broken whimper shattered the silence.
"Wooooo—"
*Crack.*
The wolf's ears flicked, and it spun around with a growl.
"Grrrr...?"
Something stirred behind the bushes—the very place where it had just thrown Leon.
*Step... Step...*
A hand, slick with blood, emerged from the tangled foliage. Fingers twitched. The Demonic Wolf stiffened. Something was wrong.
Then Leon stepped into view. His eyes, once human, were now pools of inky blackness, pupils dilated unnaturally wide. Blood poured from a deep gash on his shoulder, and his left leg dragged slightly, torn and battered. Yet he moved as if he felt none of it.
His gaze locked onto the wolf. Cold. Unwavering. Unnatural.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from the beast's throat as instinct warned it of danger. It hesitated, taking a slow step backward.
Nina's breath hitched. 'What... What is this? How is he still standing?'
Dana, gripping her sword, narrowed her eyes. 'That wolf—why did it turn its back on me? I'm armed, I can strike... but it's ignoring me? And for him? A man who is half-dead already and has no weapons is a bigger threat than me ?'
Leon's fingers twitched, his body coiled tight, waiting for the wolf to make its move.
The Demonic Wolf finally acted. Its body crouched low, muscles flexing, eyes gleaming with violent intent.
Then—
"AWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The deafening howl split the air, rattling bones, piercing the mind.
[Opponent has used the skill ]
[You have been paralyzed for 5 seconds.]
Leon's body locked up instantly.
'Shit. I can't move.'
He fought against the numbing force, but his limbs refused to obey.
The wolf lunged.
Jaws wide. Fangs bared. Death approaching.
Leon closed his eyes at last.
*Swish.*
*Kchk.*
*Thud.*
A voice, smooth as silk, yet brimming with quiet strength, reached his ears.
"Hmm... I've been looking for him for quite some time now."
Leon forced his eyes open.
A knight stood before him, clad in shining silver armor, her longsword slick with fresh blood. The Demonic Wolf's head lay at her feet, its lifeless body sprawled in the dirt.
She tilted her head, appraising him. "What's wrong with your eyes?"
With a slow, deliberate motion, she removed her helmet.
Leon barely had time to register her face before his vision blurred.
Enormous pain erupted inside him. His body seized.
*GWAK.*
A thick stream of blood burst from his mouth, spilling onto the ground. His insides felt like they were tearing apart.
*Thud.*
-x-X-x-
*Blink-Blink*
Leon opened his eyes and noticed a white ceiling over him.
It was very far up and there were some figures drawn on them but they weren't clearly visible either.
'Hmm...? Looks like death all over again.' Leon thought as he tried to move his right hand but he felt extreme pain in it.
"Fuck..." Leon shouted.
'Its like thousands of bullet ants are stinging me all at once.' Leon thought in his mind.
"Oh my god, he is up." Lilith spoke as she immediately walked upto Leon with a worried expression on her face.
"What ?"
"Really ?"
Nina and Dana immediately walked upto Leon with same worried expressions and noticed that he was really awake.
"A-Are you okay ? Do you feel any pain ?" Nina asked as she touched Leon's left hand gently.
"I will call the sister... She ordered us to call her as soon as he wakes up." Dana spoke as she immediately ran out of the room.
"Where am I ?" Leon asked with a confused expression as he looked at Lilith.
"You are in the church." Lilith replied with a smile.
"Ah... I see." Leon replied with a neutral expression.
"Thank you for protecting us." Lilith replied with a smile.
"Hey, I have a question. Why did you-" Before Nina could've completed her sentence... Someone opened the door and entered inside the room.
"Is he awake ?" A sweet voice filled the room.
Leon slowly turned his head around and noticed a woman in her thirties walking into the room.
A walking sin wrapped in white and gold. Her huge, jiggling tits barely fit in the flimsy gown, the deep neckline teasing the soft, fuckable flesh clevage. Her plump, fat ass swayed with every step, the gown struggling to contain those thick, slutty curves.
Golden-blonde hair cascaded in wild waves, framing a face made for temptation—violet eyes dripping with sultry innocence, thick lashes, and soft, glossy pink lips that looked perfect for sucking and getting a dick sucked by.
'Fucking hell... I want to bang her.' This was the first thought that came to Leon's mind after seeing her.
"Hello, child... Does it hurt when touched?" she asked, her voice dripping with innocence as her soft fingers stroked Leon's bandaged shoulder.
But the moment she bent down, her massive, barely-contained tits completely smothering his face. Her warm, heavy mounds pressed against him, her soft flesh molding around his cheeks, trapping him in their suffocating embrace.
Leon's body stiffened. His breath hitched.
He inhaled, her scent—warm boobs, sweat, and the faintest trace of something deliciously feminine. His mind blanked for a second before a sinful realization hit him.
'F-FUCK... She's not even wearing a bra!'
His cock twitched violently, instantly rock-hard, forming a blatant tent in his pants. His arousal throbbed with each breath as he felt her nipples barely brush against his skin through the fabric of her robe.
She kept talking, completely unaware of how her fat tits were rubbing all over his face, how each tiny movement sent her soft flesh jiggling and pressing even harder against him.
"Why aren't you saying anything, child? Does it hurt?" she asked again, her voice laced with concern as she absentmindedly kneaded his shoulder—completely ignoring the fact that she was smothering him in her cleavage.
Leon couldn't answer. Hell, he didn't want to. He wanted to stay right there, buried between those warm, soft pillows forever.
"S-Sister... I don't think he can speak because of your... um... you know," Dana stammered, pointing at the obscene way her tits were swallowing Leon's face whole.
"Oh my, I am very sorry," Sister spoke as she immediately removed her boobs from Leon's face and her own face turned red.
"It hurts... It hurts now." Leon spoke as he looked at the sister.
"What ? But, I am not even pressing it ?" The sister asked with a confused expression.
"That's why it's hurting." Leon spoke with a neutral expression as he focused his eyes on sister's tits.
"I don't under-"
*Knock-Knock*
"Is he awake ?" Another female's voice came from the door.
Everyone turned around and noticed a woman in her forties standing on the gate of the room with a neutral expression on her face.
Black hairs, Red eyes, soft yet dry lips tall body build and her whole body was completely covered in a shiny armour.
"Oh my god... Madam Derisa." Dana spoke as she looked at her with a surprised expression.
"Who is she ?" Lilith asked in a low voice as she tilted towards nina.
"One of the twelve generals of our empire, She is madam Derisa Demar, also known as the-"
"... Ruthless Sword Queen." Dana completed her sentence while looking at Derisa with a devoted look.
"Ah... I see."
"Can I talk to him ?" Derisa asked as she walked upto them.
"As you wish, Madam Derisa. I will come back in a little while to check on you." Sister spoke as she left the room immediately.
Nina and Lilith also left the room as they understood that she wanted to talk to him alone.
But, Dana continued to stand there as she stared at Derisa like she was some kind of miracle.
"I want to talk to him alone." Derisa spoke as she looked at Dana with a neutral expression.
"A-As you wish, Ma'am." Dan spoke with a smile as she exited the room as well.
"May I know your name, Young man ?" Derisa asked as she looked at Leon with a neutral expression.
"Leon Luster." Leon replied with a neutral expression.
"Leon Luster, Why did you do it ?" She asked as her expressions turned serious.
Leon met her stare, his expression unreadable. "I've done many things in my life... You'll have to be more specific."
"You stood against a Demonic Wolf," she said, her tone edged with suspicion. "It slaughtered ten Royal Guards—highly trained warriors—without hesitation. And yet, you faced it, barehanded. Why?"
A slow, almost amused smile crossed Leon's lips. "Because running wouldn't have saved me. That thing would've caught up after finishing off the rest of the kids. I chose to fight instead of dying a coward death."
---
— One Hour Earlier –
– The Forest –
"Take this sword." Dana tossed a blade toward Leon, her expression grim. "Today, you either run—or get eaten." With that, she stepped out of the wagon.
Leon caught the sword, his heart pounding, as he hurried after her. The moment he emerged, he saw seven Royal Guards surrounding the massive beast. Another guard, slightly apart from the group, was hunched over, whispering urgently into a glowing crystal.
Leon edged closer.
"We need backup, ma'am! There are too many wolves—"
The crystal crackled, and a firm yet distant voice responded. "I'll be there in exactly five minutes. Keep the children safe—they are our future."
"Understood, ma'am." The guard smashed the crystal against the ground, drawing his sword.
Leon clenched his jaw.
Five minutes. I just have to survive for 300 seconds.
He glanced at the Demonic Wolf, its glowing red eyes locked onto its prey.
'If I run, it'll chase me. And I can't die before I've fucked all the MILFs—
I am not going down that easily.'
A steely determination settled over him as he gripped the sword.
---
—Back to the Present—
Derisa studied him for a long moment before nodding. "You've proven yourself. A real man, even at your young age. Most would have fled without hesitation. Yet you stood your ground, despite your wounds."
She straightened her back. "You have earned the favor of a knight. Ask for anything within my power, and I shall grant it."
Leon barely paused before answering. "A kiss—lip to lip, for one minute."
*Swish.*
Before the words fully left his mouth, Derisa's sword was at his throat. The metal gleamed, her eyes burning with silent fury.
"Well... That escalated quickly," Leon said, smirking despite himself.
Derisa's expression remained rigid. "You mock a knight's honor, boy?"
"I'm only asking for what you promised," he countered, his smile unwavering. "You said you'd grant anything within your power. A kiss is hardly beyond your abilities."
Derisa's grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, her knuckles white. Then, abruptly, she sheathed it, her face turning red.
"I am much older than you," she muttered, refusing to meet his gaze. "I can't grant that request. Choose something else."
Leon tilted his head. "Tell me... How much weight does a Royal Knight's word carry?"
Derisa frowned. "More than their life."
Leon leaned back in his bed, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he stared at the flushed woman before him.
"Will you break your word, Madam Derisa?" he asked, voice low and teasing.
Derisa's face burned a deep crimson. "F-Fine, but only a kiss... and fast," she stammered, her voice trembling.
Slowly, she leaned in, her lips parting ever so slightly.
Leon's eyes softened. He reached out, cupping her warm cheeks in his hands.
"Remis..." he whispered, his breath brushing against her skin as he closed the distance between them.
The moment their lips touched, a system message flickered into his vision:
[Warning: Due to high-level difference, skill had no effect on Target.]
'Damn it... I knew it,' Leon thought bitterly. 'My level decides who my skills work on. She's too strong — I can't use them on her.'
Still, the feeling of her lips against his was electric, soft and delicate like marshmallow silk. His heart raced, his body stirred, and his mind wandered to dangerous places.
Before he could deepen the kiss, Derisa jerked back, breathless and trembling.
"Huh...? What happened? I thought we were going for a full minute—"
"I-I'm sorry, but this is too much. I... I can't," she blurted, face redder than before. Without another word, she spun around and hurried toward the exit.
Leon blinked in surprise. His mind whirled, curiosity burning inside him.
[Name: Derisa Demar]
[Class: Swordsman]
[Age: 38]
[Mana: ??]
[HP: ??]
[Description: Flustered from the first kiss of her life.]
'First kiss? Are you kidding me?! I thought she was married or something... Damn. No wonder she pulled away like that. Still, I got to kiss a MILF. Not bad,' Leon thought with a smirk as indecent images filled his mind, his body reacting against his will.
Suddenly —
*Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap*
A loud, rhythmic clapping sound shattered his thoughts.
"What the...?" Leon muttered, his head snapping toward the source of the noise.
Curiosity burning, he forced himself to stand. His muscles screamed in protest, his legs tingling like they were crawling with ants.
"Fucking hell..." he hissed under his breath, staggering toward the wooden door.
He pushed it open to reveal a massive hall beyond. Rows of wooden benches stretched out, filled with people chatting and smiling. At the front stood an ornate white altar, illuminated by a large stained-glass window depicting angels, demons, and strange, incomprehensible symbols.
Children sat eagerly at the front rows while the adults filled the back. On the altar stood an elderly nun, her face wrinkled with age and wisdom. Beside her was the same "MILF sister" Leon had met earlier — her gentle smile hadn't faded.
"Next will be Azron," the old nun announced.
A ripple of murmurs passed through the crowd before a young man stood up. He was tall, muscular, and walked with a cocky swagger. His grin widened as he flexed his arms, clearly showing off for the girls.
Leon raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck is wrong with this guy?" he muttered under his breath.
Azron strode to the altar and bowed deeply.
"May God give you a class worthy of your body and soul," the elder nun intoned. The MILF sister held up a glowing green orb.
"Place your hand on the orb," she instructed gently.
Azron smirked and slapped his hand onto it with confidence. The orb shimmered, golden symbols dancing within.
[Chef]
The hall went dead silent.
"W-What?!" Azron blurted, his voice trembling. "But Sister, look at me! This has to be wrong—"
The elder nun's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Are you questioning the holy orb of classification?"
Azron paled. "N-No, Ma'am..." He slunk off the stage, his earlier arrogance shattered.
"Next... Leon Luster."
Leon froze. For a moment, his heart stopped. He barely registered the MILF sister whispering something to the elder nun.
"Ah, I see..." the old nun said, nodding. "Next one will be—"
"I'm here," Leon cut in, voice loud and steady.
Every head turned toward him. Murmurs spread like wildfire.
"That's him? The idiot who fought the Demonic Wolf?"
"Yeah, he only survived because Madam Derisa saved him."
"What a fool."
"Or maybe he's brave."
Leon ignored the whispers. He walked toward the altar, his head held high despite the pain.
"Are you alright, child?" the MILF sister asked softly, concern flickering in her eyes.
"Yeah," Leon replied.
The elder nun nodded approvingly. "Your head."
Leon bowed, and the elder nun placed her star symbol against his forehead. Her voice was steady as she recited the same blessing.
The MILF sister stepped forward, holding the orb toward him. "Now, place your hand on the ball."
Leon didn't hesitate. His palm pressed against the cool surface — and the orb exploded with light.
[ALCHEMIST]
The room fell into stunned silence.
'What's happening? Did I get a good class or what?' Leon wondered, his face carefully neutral despite the rising tension.
The elder nun broke the silence first, her voice calm yet pleased. "Well then... congratulations, child. You've received a good class and a bright future."
The crowd wasn't as kind.
"Isn't he a commoner?"
"Yeah, how can a commoner get that class?"
"I thought only nobles had such classes."
"Me too..."
Leon's eyes narrowed. He didn't like where this was going.
'So commoners aren't supposed to become Alchemists? Great. Just what I needed. Will the nobles come after me now? ...Screw this. I'll just hide my class and live like before,' he decided, keeping his expression unreadable as he turned and left the church.
Outside, the kingdom buzzed with life. Carriages lined the cobbled streets, a small fountain sparkled in the sunlight, and crowds bustled through the marketplace. Despite the lively atmosphere, Leon's mood was sour.
As he wandered, he noticed something disturbing — shop after shop had signs reading:
{NO COMMONERS ALLOWED.}
'Looks like Commoners aren't much of a thing in this world, one of the reason why most of them live outside the kingdom.'
His thoughts paused as he spotted a butcher shop.
{Buying and Selling Meat. ANY QUALITY MEAT AVAILABLE.}
As soon as Leon read the sign, an idea struck him.
He immediately ducked into a nearby alley.
"Withdraw..."
With a quiet swish, his inventory screen popped up. He still had 6 kilograms of horned rabbit meat from before. He tapped it, and the meat materialized in his hands.
Emerging from the alley, he strode into the shop.
The counter was empty.
"Hello? Anyone here?" he called out.
A woman's voice echoed from the back. "Who is it?"
Before Leon could answer, she stepped out — and his eyes widened.
She was a woman in her early thirties, her body curvy and thick with soft folds. Her chest strained against her apron, and her wide hips swayed with each step. Blood smears covered her clothes and skin, but that didn't hide her sensual figure.
Leon blinked and quickly activated .
[Name: Merida.]
[Class: Butcher]
[Age: 32]
[Mana: 700]
[HP: 1400]
[Description: A single widow working as a butcher for the past 14 years. Lost husband in a war.]
'Fourteen years alone? She must be desperate for a dick,' Leon thought, his face remaining neutral.
Merida gave a tired smile, wiping her hands on her apron. "How can I help you?"
"I saw the sign outside. You buy meat too, right?" Leon asked.
She tilted her head. "Only monster meat."
Leon held up the horned rabbit meat. "This fresh enough for you?"
Her eyes widened. "Horned rabbit? Did you kill it yourself?"
"Yeah."
Her gaze flicked to his shoulder. "That explains your injury. Alright... I'll give you 20 coppers for the lot."
"Deal," Leon said without hesitation.
Merida blinked in surprise. "Really? That fast?"
He shrugged. "I'm not a bargaining type."
The butcher nodded, pulling out a coin pouch and tossing it to him.
Leon caught it effortlessly and pocketed it without counting.
"Aren't you going to count it?" she asked, confused.
"No need," he replied, already heading for the door.
"Hey, wait!"
Leon turned back, raising an eyebrow.
"Did you gut this rabbit yourself?" she asked, her expression curious.
"Yeah. My father taught me a little." Leon lied as he couldn't tell her about his previous life.
Merida's eyes lit up. "Kid... you looking for a job?"
"Not really. I'm—"
"Listen, you're young and talented. Gutting a horned rabbit clean in one go? That's impressive. How long did it take you?"
"Five minutes."
She whistled. "I'll pay you 50 coppers for four hours a month."
Leon's mind raced. 'That's a lot for a commoner... but I'll need more money if I want to move up in this world.' His eyes drifted, unintentionally, to her deep cleavage pressing against her apron.
'Fuck it... If I can have the slightest chance to motorboat them, hell I will take it.' Leon thought in his mind as lust took over him.
"I'll take it... but I need a 30-minute break halfway through," he said.
Her grin widened. "Deal. Be here tomorrow at 8. Oh — you'll need a city pass."
She rummaged in a drawer, pulling out a blank white card and tossing it to him.
*Catch.*
"Whisper your name to it," she instructed.
Leon studied the pass, then brought it close to his lips.
"Leon Luster," he said softly.
The card shimmered, words appearing across its surface:
[Name: Leon Luster.]
[Age: 18]
[Working For: Merida the butcher.]
[Temporary City Pass]
"See you tomorrow," Merida said, her voice warm.
Leon nodded and left the shop, his thoughts turning to what he could do with the extra money.
'Now... where can I find a carriage home?'
Before he could decide, a familiar voice cut through the crowd.
"There he is!"
Leon turned, his heart sinking.
Derisa stood at the end of the street, pointing at him. Beside her were two old men in strange green robes — and they were walking straight toward him.
'Fucking hell... Why is she after me again?'
"Leon Luster... Wait for a moment," Derisa shouted, her voice cutting through the noise as she walked briskly toward Leon.
'Fuck... Is she gonna get me jailed for one little kiss? I mean, she said I could ask for anything. Should I run?' Leon panicked, but it was too late. She was already standing in front of him — and she wasn't alone.
"He's the one I told you about," Derisa said, glancing at the old men accompanying her.
"Did you really get the Alchemist class, kid?" one of the elders asked, his gaze sharp and serious.
"Yeah...?" Leon replied, his face twisted in confusion.
"Well then, look at this." Another old man smirked and pulled a golden ball from his pocket. He pressed a button.
*Zzzzzzzzzzz*
Suddenly, beams of light shot from the ball, scanning Leon's face. Within seconds, the ball glowed red.
"Okay... That's all I need," the old man muttered, pocketing the orb.
"Derisa... Are you sure about this?" another elder asked, his expression skeptical.
"Yes, sir. I have to do this," Derisa said, her voice unwavering.
"Excuse me? What the hell is happening?" Leon blurted out, more confused than ever.
"Nothing. You can go now... but be ready," Derisa said, turning on her heel and walking off with the elders.
'Huh...? Be ready for what?' Leon wondered, scratching his head as he wandered off in the opposite direction.
---
After some searching, Leon finally found a transport wagon heading out of the kingdom.
In about 30 minutes, he reached his home. He knocked on the door.
*Knock-Knock*
"Coming!" Elaine's sweet voice called from inside.
*Click*
As the door swung open, her eyes widened in shock. Her hand flew to her mouth.
"W-Wha—"
"Calm down, Mom. It's nothing... just a small injury," Leon said, trying to sound casual.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Elaine shouted, panic filling her voice. She yanked him inside and slammed the door shut.
"It's alright, Mom. Nothing serious. I'm fine now," Leon reassured her with a grin as he plopped down near the dining table.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Selene rushed out of her room, her eyes going wide when she saw his bandaged arm.
"I-I don't know! He's not telling me anything!" Elaine panicked.
"Calm down, both of you. Sit. I'll explain everything," Leon said, keeping his voice steady.
---
30 minutes later...
"...and then I came straight home," Leon finished his story.
"Come here."
Elaine's voice was soft, filled with warmth — but before Leon could react, she grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug, smothering his face between her massive, pillowy tits. His head sank into the heavenly softness, her scent wrapping around him like a warm blanket.
"Me too!" Selene giggled, rushing over. She pressed herself against his back, her own huge, soft breasts molding around his head from behind.
Leon's mind blanked.
'Oh my god... I'm surrounded by soft, huge boobs on all sides... This is magical.'
His cock twitched to life, hardening instantly. It pressed awkwardly against Elaine's thigh — but she didn't seem to notice. She just kept hugging him, holding him tightly.
After a long, heavenly minute, they finally pulled away.
"So... you can't even move your hand?" Selene asked, tilting her head.
"I mean, not really hu—" Leon paused, an evil grin forming in his mind.
'Hehehehe...'
"Nope. Can't move it. Not even a little. If I try, it's like... Ouch-Ouch-Ouch!" Leon groaned, fake grimacing as he wiggled his arm weakly.
"Oh my god, don't move it! Don't!" Elaine gasped, her voice full of panic as she grabbed his arm to stop him.
"Wait... if you can't move your hand, how will you eat and do other things?" Selene asked, her voice laced with innocent confusion.
"We'll have to help him, of course! He's injured, Selene," Elaine said sternly.
"I-I guess..." Selene blushed, her cheeks burning pink.
"Good. I'll make dinner. Leon, go rest in your room," Elaine ordered with a smile.
"Yes, Mom," Leon smirked and practically skipped to his room. He flopped onto his mattress, stretching lazily.
---
A few minutes later...
The door creaked open. Selene stepped inside, her face flushed red.
Leon raised an eyebrow. "What's with your face? You look like you've been caught doing something naughty."
"N-No, it's nothing... I was just wondering how you'll, um... d-do things with your hand broken," she stammered, biting her lip.
Leon's smirk widened. "Things? Why don't you be specific?"
Selene fidgeted, her face practically glowing. "L-Like... m-my... b-breast massage..." she mumbled in a tiny, embarrassed voice.
Leon's eyes widened.
"Oh..."
'Well, I wasn't expecting that answer. I thought she'd ask how I'm gonna masturbate or something. But damn... she's addicted to my fondling, huh?'
A new, wicked idea sprouted in his mind.
'Wait... masturbation. Oh my god... this is genius. I'll fuck Elaine tonight with this idea. Hehehehehe...'
Leon grinned to himself, laughing evilly in his head as his cock twitched with anticipation.
****
"Dinner's ready... Both of you, come." Elaine's voice rang from the kitchen, sweet but commanding.
"Coming," Leon replied, pushing himself off the matress. He stepped into the room, eyes flicking to Selene as she trailed behind him.
"What's for the dinner, mom ?" Selene asked, her voice soft, almost bored.
"Baked beans and bread," Elaine chimed with a smile.
A sudden gust of icy wind slithered through the room, making them all shiver.
"The sun's already down?" Selene glanced outside, frowning. The sky was a dim, creeping gray.
"Winter's coming," Elaine sighed, her voice losing its warmth. "We need to cut down to one meal a day. If we don't ration now, we won't make it through."
She tore a piece of bread, slathered it in beans, and leaned in close to Leon, holding it to his mouth.
"Here, Leo. Open up," she spoke in a sweet tone.
Leon's lips curled into a slow smile as he opened wide, taking the bite — and letting his tongue brush against her fingertips.
"Hey, now don't eat my fingers. I know you are hungry." Elaine spoke with a smile.
"Sorry, Sorry... I am just too hungry." Leon replied with a smile.
---
After dinner, Leon slipped outside, the cold biting against his skin. His breath curled in the air as he looked at the moons.
"Hah... I could kill for a cigarette in this weather." he muttered, though his mind wasn't on nicotine.
'Winter's coming, alright. A warm bed, a thick blanket... and two desperate, dripping MILF sluts pressed against me — naked, writhing, fighting over who gets my cock first. Yeah, that's the kind of winter I want.
I need to do something. Come on, think about it. You are from a different and very advanced world, what can be the one thing that I can do... that will make me lots of money. So that I don't have to wake up from my bed during the whole winter season.' Leon thought as thousands of ideas flooded his mind and he went into deep thoughts.
"Oi, Mom is calling you. Don't stay out too long. We don't need you getting sick."
Selene's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, yeah... I'm coming." His smirk didn't fade.
---
Leon wandered back inside and headed for the bedroom. What he walked into made his cock stir immediately.
Selene was sitting on the mattress, breastfeeding her daughter. Her heavy, swollen breasts were fully exposed — one nipple disappearing into the baby's mouth while the other hung free, glistening with milk. A single, thick drop formed at the tip before lazily rolling down the curve of her soft flesh.
Leon stared, his throat dry.
'Fuck... those tits. Perfect, full, and begging to be sucked. Every night, I see them... I just want to masturbate on them but I have to control myself only for a few more minutes.' Leon thought as he lay down on his mattress, head propped on one arm as his eyes devoured her.
"What?" Selene glanced at him, her cheeks already a little pink.
"She's growing fast, huh?" he murmured, not even pretending to look at the kid.
Selene gave a weak chuckle. "Yeah... kids grow up so fast these days."
Another drop of milk slid down, teasing him, daring him to lick it off.
"Your milk's leaking," Leon said bluntly, his voice low and rough.
Selene blinked, startled. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red as she grabbed her breast, thumbing her nipple. When she pulled her hand back, her fingertip glistened with warm, sweet milk.
"Oh... no," she mumbled, embarrassed.
Leon sat up slowly. "I'll grab a bowl."
"W-Wait..." Selene's voice trembled.
Leon paused, his eyes narrowing.
She looked down, cheeks burning, her hand still cupping her breast. Her fingers squeezed involuntarily, making her nipple bead with more milk.
"W-Why don't you... drink it instead?" she whispered, barely audible.
Leon's smirk turned wicked.
'Oh, this bitch is hooked on my fondling and sucking for sure.'
"You sure? What about the kid?"
"S-She only drinks from one side. The other one... goes to waste. I heard breast milk... heals wounds. And you're still injured, so..."
Leon was on her before she finished. He grabbed her breast roughly, making her gasp. Her skin was like silk, soft and warm, practically molding into his hand.
"Goddamn..." Leon muttered in a low voice.
He gave her nipple a sharp tug, and milk squirted onto his fingers.
"Ahh... d-don't waste it," Selene whimpered, her voice cracking.
"Yeah? Then let me clean you up."
Leon leaned in and latched onto her nipple, his tongue swirling around the tip before he sucked hard. The first spurt of milk hit his tongue — warm, sweet, and sinful. He groaned against her breast, his free hand sliding up her bare thigh.
"A-Ahn~❤" Selene's moan broke free, raw and breathy.
Her thighs clenched together, hips shifting involuntarily. She felt it — that needy, aching heat pooling low in her stomach. Her pussy throbbed, wet and pulsing with every flick of his tongue.
"Did that hurt? Remis..." Leon asked, voice muffled as he kissed her nipple again, his teeth grazing it this time and activating the 'Touch of Lust.' skill.
"N-No... keep going," she breathed, her head tilting back.
Her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened further under his tongue, her pussy clenching around nothing. Images of Leon's thick morning wood flashed in her mind, unbidden. She remembered how it strained against his pants, how badly she wanted to see it... to feel it.
'Why am I thinking about his cock? Why do I want it so fucking bad ?'
Leon bit down on her areola, not hard enough to hurt — but enough to make her jolt.
"Ahh~❤ C-Cum—"
*Click*
The sound of the door opening froze them both.
Leon pulled away instantly, his mouth wet, a thin trail of milk on his lips. He wiped it off with the back of his hand and fell back onto his mattress like nothing happened. Selene jerked upright, hastily adjusting her baby and pretending to focus on feeding.
Elaine walked in, sighing. "Phew... today was brutal."
She glanced at Selene, tilting her head. "Why's your face all red?"
Selene stammered, her voice high and shaky. "N-No reason... It's just hot in here."
Elaine focused her eyes on her breast and noticed bite mark around her areola but decided to ignore it.
Leon, though, just smirked to himself.
'Daughter in Starters and Mother in Dinner. Tonight is going to be rememberable.' Leon thought.