I had no idea how long I'd been out, but when I finally woke, I was back in my room once again. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though everything that had happened was just some incredibly vivid fever dream. That theory fell apart the second I tried to stand; a sharp, sudden pain flared in my crotch—talk about almost being fucked to death.
I definitely have a problem.
I've always known she had a screw loose—maybe several—especially after the whole "tying me up and using me" ordeal. Yet, I always succumb to her temptation. Her husband isn't just a deadly, diabolical adventurer who reportedly hunts high-tier beasts just for the "fun" of it; he's also pathologically possessive. Word is he nearly killed a man just for trying to court his daughter. I still don't know how I got myself entangled in this mess.
My journey started when I choked on a fishbone back on Earth and woke up in this damned world. I was buck naked in a literal, freaking ginormous forest surrounded by corpses. Based on that scene, I theorized that the original owner of this body was part of a group traveling somewhere when they were slaughtered by wild animals. I simply took over once he died. It seemed like a solid theory, provided you're well-versed in reincarnation and transmigration tropes.
The first thing I noticed about my new self was my cock. Honestly, it's the only reason I'd ever consider rejecting an offer to return to my world. It was huge—abnormally long and thick compared to the six inches I carried on Earth. I remember watching porn back then and seeing girls getting railed by guys with massive equipment; I'd actually developed a bit of an inferiority complex regarding my own genetics. I knew most of those videos were altered or enhanced, but it didn't help when I looked down every day in the shower to see… that. I eventually got over it by purging every trace of those "lies" from my curated collection, but seeing that kind of size on me—in the body of a lanky young man I was now inhabiting?
The thought of returning to Earth vanished like mist.
I stopped wondering how I got here and focused entirely on surviving and understanding my surroundings. I spent forty-eight days in that forest. I don't know if a lack of geographical knowledge had me walking in circles, but I do know I couldn't find a way out. It felt like I was trapped in a loop. At one point, I feared this wasn't actually transmigration at all, but some endless nightmare.
By some stroke of luck—and the "help" of a bear-like monster chasing me—I veered into a path that brought me face-to-face with a massive wall. That wall saved me. I found civilization: a town serving as the border of the eastern part of the kingdom. But it wasn't all roses from there. It was still hell. I suffered through the next few days, learning the hard way that this world was nothing like Earth. People here have access to magic, and since I lacked the memories of the man I was inhabiting, I was helpless. I was one step away from being kidnapped by illegal slavers who sold their stock in Mevodia, a lawless no-man's-land.
A miracle averted that fate, and her name was Fidelia—the daughter of none other than Jenny. Yes, I was sleeping with the mother of the person who saved my life, and that is exactly why I'm leaving today.
Staying with that sex fiend could only end in two ways, and neither of them was good. I've tried to resist her numerous times, but it always ends the same: an intense, sweat-soaked pounding. This body is perverted; that's the only conclusion I've reached. Perhaps it's a side effect of the size—a heightened libido. She only has to grind against me a few times before I'm losing my mind and pounding the life out of her.
I'll have to do something about it, but not here and not now.
Creeeeeek. I pushed the window open. I had no clothes other than the ones she'd procured from who-knows-where: a white tunic and black trousers. My inability to use magic remains a major disadvantage and a primary reason for my departure; I need to find a teacher.
I climbed out and pulled the window shut behind me.
This is the town of Linduff. They say it's one of the most primitive, backwater regions of the empire, but from what I've seen, it's decent enough. There is an Adventurer's Guild in the popular district, a Merchant's Guild, and various other businesses. It's the heart of the town, always crowded with the bustle of trade.
Their house was in a quieter district, the kind of place for the "slightly well-to-do." Like the neighboring homes, it was fenced in—a three-bedroom house with every functionality one could need. It was perfect, really. Dropping from the window landed me in the backyard among a few trees and neatly trimmed bushes. I made my way toward the gate. It's a difficult decision to leave, but I can't stay. If that girl doesn't kill me, her father surely will. That woman, no matter how beautiful she is, is a total psycho.