Shelly for the first time in her life wanted to make some food as she was observing the kitchen she saw Aric at the kitchen doorstep "Aric What are you doing here" she asked
Aric didn't respond with words. Instead, he reached out, his hands gripping her ample hips, pulling her against him.
He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her flesh, and it sent a surge of lust through his veins.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.
Shelly moaned "aah aah aaaah" into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
Aric's hands roamed her body, squeezing and kneading her flesh, his touch hungry and desperate.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Shelly gasped, her head falling back, giving him better access.
His hands found the laces of her bodice, and with a swift tug, he loosened them, her breasts spilling out, heavy and round, her nipples hard and begging for his touch.
He took a step back, his eyes feasting on the sight before him. "You're a vision, Shelly," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "A fucking feast for the eyes."
Shelly smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. She reached out, her hands going to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease.
She pushed his tunic up, her hands exploring the hard planes of his stomach, his chest, before moving lower, wrapping her fingers around his already hard cock. Aric groaned, his hips bucking into her touch.
She dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his as she took him into her mouth. Aric's head fell back, a low, guttural moan "aa" escaping his lips as he felt the wet heat of her mouth envelop him.
Her lips were soft, her tongue skilled as it swirled and licked "aaak", tasting and teasing. She took him deep, her head bobbing as she sucked him with an enthusiasm that left him breathless.
Aaah, fuck, Shelly, he thought, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. Your mouth feels like heaven.
Shelly's hands gripped his ass, her nails digging into his flesh as she took him deeper, her head moving in a steady, relentless rhythm.
Aric's hips moved in time with her, his body taking over, chasing the pleasure that built with each suck, each lick. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his heart hammering in his chest as he felt his release building.
He looked down at her, her massive tits spilling out of her bodice, her skirt riding up to reveal her thick thighs. The sight of her, on her knees, taking him so eagerly, was almost enough to send him over the edge. But he held on, not wanting the moment to end.
Shelly, sensing his impending release, redoubled her efforts, her head moving faster, her suction tighter " gulp gulp gulpp". Aric's body tensed, his hips stuttering as he came, his cock spurting hot seed into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing every drop, her eyes locked on his, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.
Aric's body shook with the force of his release, his hands still tangled in her hair, holding her to him as he rode out the intensity of his pleasure. Finally, he stepped back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. He looked down at her, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"That was... incredible," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
Shelly stood, a satisfied smile on her lips as she adjusted her bodice, her massive tits heaving with her breaths.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Now, how about some food to go with that delicious dessert?"
.......
Slow. Confused. Broken. Real.
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Daiki's consciousness stirred.
He didn't open his eyes — because he didn't know if he had any.
There was no ground beneath him.
No ceiling above.
No wind.
No breath.
Just something.
A weightless stillness.
His thoughts were slow. Sluggish. Like his mind was trying to move through water.
And then, from the deepest pit of confusion, a question rose up.
> "...Where am I?"
His voice didn't echo. It didn't even exist. But the question was still there — felt more than heard.
> "...Am I dead?"
He tried to remember.
The café.
Aoi.
Her saying goodbye.
The road.
Headlights.
The truck.
It hit him. Hard. A slam. A jolt. Then… nothing.
> "...So… this is the afterlife?"
His thoughts weren't calm. They weren't rational. They were fractured.
Fear.
Loneliness.
Disbelief.
> "No," said a voice.
A deep, heavy voice — like thunder under the sea.
> "Not quite death. Not quite life either."
Something appeared in front of him.
A figure. Floating.
Wrapped in layers of shadow-like robes that didn't touch the ground.
Its face was hidden behind a smooth porcelain-white mask, featureless except for two slits where the eyes should be — glowing faint blue.
And Daiki — frozen, thoughtless, breathless — could only think one thing:
> "W-What are you…?"
The figure didn't answer that question directly. It never blinked. Never moved.
> "I am called many things. But here… I am simply the Jin. The one who hears wishes… and offers deals."
Daiki's thoughts tripped over themselves.
> "W-Wait. Jin? Like a genie? A demon? Am I hallucinating?"
The Jin's mask tilted.
> "You were meant to die and disappear, Daiki Kurozawa. But fate bent for you. You are not special, not chosen. But you are…useful."
> "And because of that… I offer you a choice."
Daiki didn't answer. He just stared. Still half-shocked. Still unsure if this was some coma dream.
Then slowly, he whispered:
> "Why… me?"
The Jin's voice was patient. Almost coldly amused.
> "Because you have nothing left. You were abandoned. Rejected. Poor. Powerless. You were weak in every sense of the word — unloved, unseen, unnoticed."
> "But now… I need you to become something else."
A photograph floated in front of Daiki. A young man. Royal robes. Piercing eyes. Cold smile.
> "This is your target. His name is Christopher. In another world, he is a variable. A threat."
> "Kill him."
Daiki blinked. Or at least, the part of him that could blink flinched.
> "Kill… someone? Why? I don't even know who the hell he is!"
> "You don't need to. I will grant you the power. I will give you the identity. In return, you carry out the task."
Then came the offer:
> "One wish. Any ability. Any power. Any trait. Chosen by you. And you will be born again."
Daiki swallowed nothing. He felt weightless. Powerless.
But slowly… inside… that bitterness bubbled up.
Aoi's face.
Her walking away.
The apartment he never had.
The life that felt worthless.
> "...I want to be like the MC of a novel I once read," he said slowly. "He could become whatever he needed to be. His identity, powers, class — all of it manifested from his desire."
The Jin raised a hand, marking something in the air.
> "You shall receive the Manifestation Imprint System. A will-based evolution system. Power shaped by belief. Control shaped by identity."
> "You shall be reborn as the son of General William Stride — a powerful commander in the kingdom of Velmora."
> "Your name will be Evren Stride. You are the third Player."
Daiki's vision began to fade.
Light swallowed him.
Heat and weight returned to his limbs.
And the last thing he heard—
> "You were nothing, Daiki. Let's see what you become when given everything."