My eyes snapped open.
[Delivery system starting…]
[System Tutorial Available Open?]
"WTF," I blurted, and this "system" seemed to take that as a yes.
[Delivery System: Explanation Mode Activated]
[This system's focus is delivery. The user will receive quests that focus on transporting goods, items, or resources.]
"The fuck?" I added, using my basic Caveman language, but the system ignored me and continued:
[Current range: Local World Only]
Future range: Multiversal Delivery once the user reaches the required strength.
"It seems he has become crazy," a Kobold said to his friend, looking at me.
"Wtf, where am I!" I blurted, standing up and scanning my surroundings. Have I found myself surrounded by talking dogs?
"Yep, he lost it," another Kobold added.
As I kept panicking, a hot Kobold-woman leaned towards me. Touching my forehead with her hands, I could get a good glimpse of her huge breasts.
My body grew hotter, and my dick stood up in front of the whole group; all the Kobolds kept staring at me and my dick.
The same woman laughed and said, "Looks like he's fine." She brushed her hand against my dick with a relaxed motion.
"If you want me to check on your little brother, you can visit me in my hut for a private discussion," she added.
Before replying to her, memories rushed into my head. Her name was Kalia, the tribe healer, and the Kobold chief's wife.
She was very young, 30 years old, with one daughter named Sarah.
And, funnily enough, the chief's wife liked him the most because one time she complained about needing a herb that grows only on cliffs.
She needed it as a cure for her daughter's illness.
Ragnar, hearing that, didn't hesitate for a moment and rushed to get it for her. After three days, he finally came back with the herb.
Since then, she had always liked Ragnar's kindness and self-sacrificing nature.
"Do you remember what happened?" she said, rubbing Ragnar's thigh slowly.
Going through the memories, I remembered something important: the body owner had tried to jump in and save a child.
And he died by drowning. This morning, they found him at the lake's edge and took him back to the village to get healed.
And just like that, Ragnar took his body. He shook his head, his eyes drifting to her.
She had a curvy body, tight clothes wrapped around her chest and hips, just barely enough to hide her big ass cheeks and breasts.
He made a promise to himself: to make a move on her. He had already died once and realized one big thing, life is short. He needed to use every chance to enjoy it.
Then my eyes turned to her daughter standing behind her, arms crossed, staring at us.
Her body was fiery, with a slim waist coupled with wide hips. She was the athletic type.
Having sex with her would be really mind-blowing, I thought, checking her fit ass.
Realizing I was checking her out, she didn't bother and just sniffed at me. "You shouldn't walk alone at night."
I shrugged, my shoulders relaxing. "I've already learned that the hard way."
The chief watched us with his stern face. "Good. As long as you're alive, go rest. If you feel sick or something, you can come back to get checked in Kalia's hut."
The moment those words fell, I saw Kalia jolt and a smile creep on my face.
Then it hit me: I'm not alone in this world anymore. I have an aunt here.
I stood up, rushing to an old hut, my, no, our home.
Inside, a single Kobold woman sat at the wooden table, peeling onions while sniffing.
She was my aunt, not a blood relative, but a Kobold who took us in when my parents passed away.
She was the ultimate milf. Surprisingly, she raised me as her own because everyone else hated milfs in this world.
Yeah, milfs were despised here. I was sure she was a virgin by how much her face became red when we bathed together.
Yes, he was bathing with such a virgin milf, alone in the bath, wet skin and all, and still didn't get hard.
Why? Because, as I said, in this world milfs were looked down upon! I shouted the last line in my mind happily.
She sat there, and from that, I could see her wide hips. They spilled out from both sides of the chair. It was shaking as if she were lifting the world's burdens.
Her eyes looked at me. "Ragnar!" Then she stood immediately.
I didn't wait for her to come. I moved fast, walking towards her and hugging her tightly.
"I'm fine," I said. "Nothing happened, I promise."
Her arms wrapped around me in return, squeezing with that mix of relief and anger.
"You scared me," she said, patting her huge breasts.
I blurted shamelessly, "Aunt! We need to bathe, I'm all dirty."
Looking at me weirdly, she still nodded and said, "Ok, I'm going to prepare the bath, and I will call you when it's ready."
She stood up, her huge ass swaying with each step, and she walked towards the bath to heat the water.
I looked down at my body. Honestly, I hadn't lied, I'm really all dirty. I really need a bath.
I couldn't resist the urge and took a sneak peek at my dick down there. It was HUGE. Even in flaccid form, it was six inches.
As I admired it, my aunt's voice called from the bathroom: "Ragnar, the bath is ready. Come here." Her tone was soft and melodic.
I didn't even hesitate for a moment and followed the voice, entering the bath. I was shocked by the scene in front of me.