**Chapter 1**
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.
Free use!
Finally!
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Jake, an injured boy, was currently locked in the tight embrace of a woman in her mid-thirties. Her face showed no indication of that age; from her features alone she looked a full ten years younger.
But it wasn’t her face that held Jack’s attention. His eyes were locked on her body. Although she was fully dressed in a blue top and a beige skirt, the clothes did little to hide the heavy curves beneath them.
Especially her giant breasts—the biggest Jack had ever seen in any of his lives. Her rack had to be at least a J-cup, maybe larger. The truly magical part was how they defied gravity, sitting high and full even without support, the soft, heavy mounds straining against the fabric of her top.
Her stomach, even covered by the shirt, looked smooth and firm with no hint of fat. Her figure wasn’t thin or petite; it was a solid, womanly frame that perfectly carried those enormous tits. Jack couldn’t see her ass because she was sitting facing him, but he hoped it was at least half the size of her breasts. If it matched them, he wasn’t leaving this woman’s side—even though she had called herself his mother.
Jack himself looked terrible. He was scrawny by any definition, almost malnourished, nothing but skin and bone. Yet he was certain a mother who cried this hard over his injuries would never starve him like that. Something else had left this body without an ounce of fat.
But this wasn’t the time to dwell on that. His body ached fiercely from the injuries. The way his mother kept hugging him only made the pain worse in places, yet his lecherous mind refused to want her to pull away. Every time she pressed those massive breasts against his thin chest, the soft, warm flesh molded around him, burying him in yielding heat. The pressure of her heavy tits against his ribs felt like the gate of heaven itself brushing against him.
He had to stay careful, though. He could only stare and feel. Intentional touching was another matter entirely.
~~
Finally, she left. Did she have to wear such a long skirt? I couldn’t make out the shape of her ass at all. But I was sure it would be jiggly and supple—succulent and ripe like a peach, just perfect for a firm bite.
She hadn’t left permanently. She only went to get something for me to eat, saying it would take just ten cycles. I didn’t know what cycles were, but after living through four different worlds, each with its own scale of time, I figured it was this world’s way of measuring it.
At least I could understand the language. In the first world—the cultivation and martial arts one—the language had been something like Chinese, and it had taken me nearly a decade to learn it properly.
Anyway, I turned my attention to the system to figure out what kind of world I was in this time.
[Name: Jack Houston] [Race: Human] [Level: 0] [EXP: 0\10] [HP: 4\10] [MP: 0] [Stats] [Skills] [Titles] [Achievements] [Quests] [Shop]
My health was already critically low. I had no system power yet, which also meant my intelligence sat at zero.
System power always molded itself to the energy of whatever world I landed in. In the magical world it had been mana. In the cultivation world, Ki. In the demon world, demonic energy. In the endless forest, spiritual energy.
I still didn’t know what powered this world, but whatever it was, it clearly depended on my INT stat.
I clicked on the stats window and it expanded.
[Stats] [Strength: 3] [Agility: 2] [Stamina: 2] [Intelligence: 0] [Charm: 2] [AP: 0]
What was this guy? A one-pump chump? Even most ten-year-olds had better stamina than this. The rest of the stats weren’t much better either. In a single word: useless. This body was completely useless.
[Skills: 0] [Titles: 0] [Achievements: 0]
As always, my skills, titles, and achievements had reset the moment I transferred into a new world. I only glanced at them.
Before opening the quest tab, I checked the shop, wanting to leave the quests for last.
[The shop will be unlocked at level 10]
Of course it would be. I had hoped it might be different this time. Tough luck.
I finally clicked the last tab on the list—the quest tab.
[Quest] [Primary] [Secondary]
I opened the primary tab first. Primary quests were mandatory. There was never any choice. Fail them and harsh punishment followed. The rewards, though, were always generous—power boosts, treasures, rare items, the works.
[Primary quest: 0]
Empty. A pity, but I was in no condition to handle any of them right now anyway.
[Secondary quest: 1]
Secondary quests were different. No punishments for ignoring them, and the rewards were modest—usually just some EXP or a single stat point after days of repeatable work. But there was no risk. I could take them or leave them as I pleased. That kind of freedom never existed with primary quests.
I clicked the single quest waiting for me. The window expanded.
[Quest: Supple and Succulent (Repeatable)]
That title sounded familiar. Weren’t those the exact words I’d just used?
[Task: Slap Rayla’s bare ass] [Reward: 1 EXP for every slap] [Punishment: None] [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 moment. Before I could even start thinking about the consequences of spanking my alleged mother, my mind jumped straight to how it would feel.
Ummm…
In my imagination it felt filthy and perfect. I could almost hear the sharp, wet crack of my palm against her bare ass. I pictured those heavy cheeks spreading and then bouncing back, the soft flesh rippling and jiggling under the force of the slap. I imagined the heat blooming across her skin, the way she might gasp or moan as the sting mixed with something deeper. One solid smack, the impact traveling up my arm, her ass yielding and then springing back against my hand.
Boy, did it feel good in my head.
There was just one tiny problem. I had already noticed it earlier, when this body’s mother had been hugging me so tightly, those massive tits crushed against my chest. And even now, while I pictured myself spanking her bare ass and listening to the moans of pleasure I was certain she would make… I felt nothing.
I mean, the lust was there. It burned hot and clear. But down between my legs? Nothing. No twitch. No hardening. Nothing at all.
Why wasn’t I getting a hard-on?