Eron trudged through the underbrush, the cloak Mira gave him warding off the evening chill. The forest around Oakridge was a tangled maze of ancient oaks and thorny vines, alive with the chirps of nocturnal creatures. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting eerie shadows. His system hovered faintly in his peripheral vision, a constant reminder of his potential. But for now, he was just a fugitive—hungry, armed only with Grom's club, and acutely aware of how vulnerable he was in this fantasy world.
Memories from the original Eron painted a grim picture— goblins roamed these woods, small but vicious humanoids with crude weapons, preying on travelers. Higher threats like wolves or even wandering bandits added to the peril. Eron's Earth smarts kicked in—he climbed a sturdy tree, using vines to lash himself to a branch for sleep. "No sense dying on day one," he muttered.
Dawn broke with birdsong. Eron descended, quenching his thirst at the stream and munching on pilfered bread. The system pinged:
[Daily Reminder: Essence required for growth. Seek conquests.]
He chuckled. "Eager, aren't you?" But logic prevailed—head to Silverport, as Mira suggested. It was a trade hub two days east, with guilds, markets, and opportunities for a fresh start.
As he hiked, he experimented with the system. "Status," he whispered. The UI expanded:
[Detailed Stats]
Strength: 10 (Average human)
Agility: 12 (Slightly above average)
Mana: 5 (Low; minimal magic affinity)
Charm: 15 (Natural charisma from Earth experience)
Libido: 20 (High; reincarnation bonus)
Skills: Locked until first milestone.]
"Conquests mean... intimate ones, right? Like those webnovels." His mind wandered to Mira—her curves, her kindness. Regret gnawed— he should have pushed harder.
But opportunity knocked sooner than expected.
By midday, shouts echoed from behind. Eron hid in bushes, peering out. Grom, freed somehow, led a posse— two villagers with pitchforks and a hound sniffing the trail. "That bastard slave stole my coins! Find him!"
Panic surged, but Eron thought fast. He circled back quietly, doubling his trail to confuse the dog. It worked—the group veered off. But Grom split, heading toward his farmhouse alone, cursing.
Eron followed stealthily. "If I take him out permanently, no pursuit." But murder? Too risky—bodies draw attention. Instead, a better idea— Mira.
He reached the farm by afternoon, sneaking into the barn. Grom was inside, unchaining tools, still fuming. Eron ambushed him again, club to the head—non-lethal, just a knockout. Binding him tighter this time, he dragged Grom to the cellar.
Mira entered the house soon after, carrying laundry. Eron stepped out, blocking her path. "Mira. It's me."
She dropped the basket, eyes wide. "You came back? Foolish boy—they're hunting you!"
"I handled Grom. He's tied up." Eron's charm stat kicked in subconsciously, his voice smooth. "But I need more help. Supplies, a map. And... why stay with him? He's cruel."
Mira's cheeks flushed. Her words came slowly, unevenly—married young, traded for land. Years of neglect. Of cruelty.
No children. No love.
"But where would I go?" she said softly. "I'm no adventurer."
"With me." Eron closed the distance, his hand brushing her arm.
The system analyzed:
[Target: Mira Grom.
Loyalty to Husband: 30%.
Seduction Potential: Very High.
Libido Match: Compatible.
Initiate Conquest?]
Yes. The air thickened with raw, palpable tension, the scent of her skin—musky from the day's work—filling his nostrils. Eron pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a hungry, devouring kiss that left her gasping. She stiffened at first, her hands pressing weakly against his chest, but the fire ignited, her body betraying her as her tongue tentatively met his, swirling in a wet, desperate dance. "We can't... he's my husband," she whimpered between breaths, but her voice trembled with need, her nipples hardening visibly through the thin fabric of her dress.
"Not anymore," Eron growled, his voice laced with dominance. His hands roamed greedily, cupping her heavy breasts through the cloth, squeezing them firmly as he thumbed her stiff peaks, eliciting a sharp moan from her throat. He yanked the laces of her dress undone with rough urgency, the garment pooling at her feet to reveal her naked form—soft, curvaceous hips flaring wide, a trimmed patch of auburn curls crowning her glistening her pink lips below, already slick with arousal. Her full, pendulous tits heaved with each ragged breath, the pink areolas puckered and begging for attention.
Eron pushed her back against the kitchen table, the wood creaking under her weight as he spread her thighs wide, exposing her dripping folds to the air. "Look at you, so wet for a slave boy," he teased, his fingers tracing her inner thighs before plunging two digits into her hot, velvety core. She cried out, her walls clenching around him as he pumped slowly, curling to hit that sensitive spot inside her, her juices coating his hand in lewd, squelching sounds. "You've been starving for this, haven't you? That fat oaf never fucked you like you deserve."
Mira's head lolled back, her auburn hair cascading over the table as she bucked her hips against his hand.
"Yes... gods, yes... more," she begged, her voice husky and broken. Eron knelt, his breath hot against her throbbing clit before his tongue lashed out, flicking and sucking the swollen nub with relentless fervor. He lapped at her folds like a man possessed, tasting her sweet nectar, his free hand pinching and twisting her nipples until they ached deliciously. Her body convulsed, legs trembling as an orgasm ripped through her, her pussy gushing over his face in a flood of ecstasy, screams echoing through the empty house.
But he wasn't done. Standing, Eron freed his throbbing cock from his pants—thick, veined, and rock-hard, pre-cum beading at the tip from his heightened libido stat. Mira's eyes widened, licking her lips involuntarily. "It's so big... bigger than his," she murmured, reaching out to stroke it, her soft palm gliding along the shaft, making him groan.
Eron grabbed her hips, flipping her over the table so her ass jutted up invitingly, her pussy lips parted and dripping. He slapped her plump cheeks hard, leaving red handprints that made her yelp in pleasure-pain. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg me to fuck you like the slut you are."
"Please... fuck me, Eron. Fill me up, make me yours," she pleaded, pushing back against him.
With a primal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside her, her tight cunt stretching around his girth in a vice-like grip. The sensation was electric—hot, wet, and pulsing as he pounded into her relentlessly, each slam of his hips against her ass filling the room with the obscene slap of skin on skin. He reached around, rubbing her clit in furious circles while his other hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck for biting kisses. Mira's moans turned to wails, her tits bouncing wildly as she came again, her inner walls milking his cock in rhythmic spasms.
"Fuck, you're so tight... take it all," Eron grunted, his pace brutal now, chasing his release. The taboo of it all—claiming this MILF wife right in her marital home, NTR surging through his veins—pushed him over the edge. With a roar, he exploded inside her, hot ropes of cum flooding her womb, essence transferring in a blazing rush that left them both shuddering.
Ding!
[First Conquest Complete: Mira Grom. +30 Libido, +15 Charm.
Skill Unlocked: Seduction Whisper (Lowers target's resistance via voice).
Harem Member Added: 1/∞.
Essence Gained: 50.
Level Up: 2.]
Panting, Mira glowed—literally, a faint aura. "I feel... alive. Stronger." The bond empowered her—minor strength boost, loyalty maxed. Her core still twitched around his softening cock, cum leaking down her thighs as she turned to kiss him deeply, tasting herself on his lips.
Eron smiled. "You're mine now. Help me deal with Grom—permanently non-violent. Then we leave for Silverport."
She nodded, eyes devoted.
They confronted the bound Grom, who raged until Mira slapped him. "Divorce papers—sign them." Under duress, he did.
Eron looted the house: gold, weapons, a horse.
As they rode east at dusk, harem begun, Eron planned. His dominion started here.