Jiang Bei's head felt like it had been split open by an axe. One moment he was stumbling down a rainy alley in his old world, half-drunk, cock already half-hard from the fantasy playing in his mind—some busty, forty-something MILF on her knees, massive tits spilling out of a tight blouse, thick thighs spread wide while her dripping pink pussy clenched around nothing, begging for his young, thick cock to ruin her married hole. The next moment… chaos.
Steel clashed. Men screamed. The metallic stench of blood flooded his nostrils.
His eyes snapped open.
He wasn't in his shitty one-room apartment anymore. He was flat on his back in churned mud, ragged leather armor clinging to a body that felt both familiar and brand-new—lean, wiry, hardened by years he had never lived. A crude iron sword lay inches from his fingers. Above him, the sky was a bruised gray, and all around him barbarians howled like wolves—tall, scarred men in furs and bone armor, axes swinging, faces painted with blood.
A massive brute lunged straight at him, axe raised high, yellow teeth bared in a snarl.
Jiang Bei's new instincts took over before his brain could catch up. He rolled, snatched the sword, and drove the blade upward in a brutal arc. The edge sliced clean through the barbarian's throat. Hot, sticky blood sprayed across his face and chest in a thick, coppery gush. The man gurgled, eyes bulging, then collapsed like a sack of meat.
A glowing blue panel exploded into existence right in the center of his vision, crisp and impossible to ignore.
[Merit Panel Activated.]
[You have slain a wicked barbarian soldier stained with the blood of innocents. Merit +1!]
[Current Merit: 1]
Jiang Bei stared at the floating words, heart hammering. A savage, hungry grin slowly stretched across his blood-splattered face.
"Fuck… yes."
He pushed himself up, legs steady despite the throbbing in his skull. More barbarians were coming, but something inside him—something ancient and new at the same time—surged with power. He moved like he'd been born for this. Sword flashing, he cut down two more raiders in quick succession. Each kill brought another chime:
[Merit +1!]
[Merit +2!]
By the time the border patrol reinforcements arrived and drove the rest off, his total sat at 7. The panel faded, but the rush stayed. He was no longer the pathetic, porn-addicted loser from Earth. He was Jiang Bei now—low-ranking soldier on the northern frontier of the Da Qian Empire, surrounded by death… and opportunity.
The sun was setting by the time they marched back to the crumbling border fort. Stone walls cracked and moss-covered, wooden watchtowers leaning like drunkards. The air smelled of woodsmoke, horse shit, and unwashed men. But beneath all that, Jiang Bei caught sweeter notes—baking bread, faint jasmine soap, warm female skin.
His cock twitched inside his blood-stained trousers.
The moment he stepped through the gates, his eyes locked onto them.
First was Liu Qingwan.
Thirty-eight years old if she was a day, wife of Captain Liu. She stood near the infirmary tent, ladling stew into bowls for the returning soldiers. Her rough linen dress strained desperately against a pair of the most obscene, heavy breasts he had ever seen—easily H-cups, full and pendulous, the deep valley of her cleavage glistening with a light sheen of sweat despite the cool evening air. Each breath made those massive tits rise and fall, fat pink nipples faintly outlined through the thin, damp fabric. Lower down, her hips flared wide into a thick, juicy ass that jiggled softly when she shifted her weight. The dress clung to her plump thighs, and when she bent slightly to hand a bowl over, the material pulled tight across her crotch, hinting at the soft, puffy mound beneath.
Jiang Bei's mouth went dry. He could already imagine it—burying his face between those enormous milk-heavy tits, sucking on her fat nipples until sweet warm milk sprayed across his tongue, then flipping her over and spreading those fat asscheeks to reveal her perfect, dripping wet pink pussy, lips swollen and shiny, clit peeking out begging to be sucked while she moaned like a whore in heat.
She felt his stare. Liu Qingwan looked up, dark eyes widening for a heartbeat. A faint blush crept up her neck. She quickly looked away, but not before he saw the way her thighs pressed together, the subtle shift of her hips. Her nipples stiffened visibly, poking against the linen like two ripe berries.
His cock throbbed harder, thickening against his thigh. Pre-cum already beading at the tip.
Beside her stood another one—Sergeant Wang's wife, Zhao Meilan, forty-two and even more voluptuous. Shorter than Qingwan but built like a fertility goddess. Her breasts were absurd—massive, sagging slightly with age and motherhood, the kind that would smother a man's face and leak milk the moment you squeezed them. Her ass was a masterpiece: two huge, round globes that wobbled with every step, straining the seams of her skirt. When she turned to laugh at something a soldier said, the motion made her entire lower body ripple. Jiang Bei's mind flooded with filthy images—bending her over a barrel, yanking that skirt up, and slamming his thick cock balls-deep into her creamy, married cunt until she screamed and squirted all over his shaft.
He forced himself to keep walking, but his gaze lingered. Every mature woman in the fort seemed designed to torment him. A laundry woman in her late thirties, bending over a washbasin—ass so fat it looked like it could swallow his entire cock. A healer's assistant, thirty-six, wiping sweat from her brow, the motion lifting her heavy tits until they nearly spilled out the top of her robe.
By the time Jiang Bei collapsed onto his straw pallet in the barracks, the Merit Panel was glowing softly in the corner of his vision: 12 merit points now. But his mind wasn't on cultivation or martial arts. It was on pussy. Wet, pink, MILF pussy. Clenching. Dripping. Stretching around his cock while soft, experienced bodies trembled and begged.
He closed his eyes, hand slipping under his blanket to grip his aching, rock-hard shaft. Thick veins pulsed under his fingers as he slowly stroked, picturing Liu Qingwan on her back, legs spread wide, those massive tits bouncing while he fed every inch of his cock into her sopping hole.
"Fuck… I'm going to conquer every last one of you," he whispered into the dark. "Gonna make those married MILF cunts forget their husbands ever existed. Gonna fill you up until my cum leaks out for days."
His balls tightened. The first slow burn of obsession had already begun.
Outside, the border wind howled. Inside the fort, Liu Qingwan lay awake in her own bed, cheeks burning, thighs slick with a shameful wetness she hadn't felt in years. She pressed a hand between her legs, biting her lip as the image of the young soldier's intense stare refused to leave her mind.
The game had only just started.