"Oh, fuck—yes…Jonathan!… just like that!"
Diana's voice filled the tiny room, loud and unrestrained as he massive breasts clapped together in a lewd harmony, coherently moving with the forceful cock being thrusted into her soaking wetness as he clapped her fat ass.
Jonathan didn't slow down.
His hands gripped her tightly, holding her exactly where he wanted her, driving his pulsating cock into her with a steady, punishing rhythm.
Slurp~Slurp
The sound of her wetness echoed about the room along with her heightened moans.
"Mmm… yes… that's it…" Diana whimpered, her voice trembling greatly.
"Don't stop…"
—
Kyle stared down at his phone, the pale glow reflecting in his eyes as he scrolled through the latest chapter of the webnovel. His lips curled faintly, his thumb pausing mid-scroll.
"So Diana's finally getting what was coming to her…" he muttered under his breath.
He leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing as he continued reading.
"Jonathan doesn't hold back at all. Damn."
He scrolled further, letting out a quiet scoff.
"This is a harem. Full stop."
His thumb resumed its slow movement across the screen.
"The writer can pretend all he wants," he murmured, shaking his head faintly.
"But this is most definitely a peak harem story."
Kyle's gaze lingered on the words for a moment longer, his curiosity deepening.
"Better go get me some snacks."
Kyle pushed himself off the couch and began walking toward the fridge, his bare feet pressing lightly against the cold tile floor.
Kyle barely paid attention to where he was stepping.
His foot suddenly came down on something soft and slick. The moment his weight shifted onto it, and his body stiffened instantly.
He looked down and saw it.
"Oh, no. Not the banana peel!"
Before he could react, his balance gave out completely. His foot shot forward, and his entire body tilted backward violently.
His back hit the floor first, and then his head and instantly, his vision turned white.
Then everything disappeared.
-
Endless, suffocating darkness that swallowed everything, yet somehow, his awareness remained.
Kyle didn't understand how that was possible, but before he could even comprehend anything-
[System Activated.]
The voice appeared suddenly inside Kyle's mind, clear and unmistakable.
[Matriarch Conquest System Initialized.]
'Matriarch Conquest System? What the fuck is that?' He thought inwardly.
'The hell is even going one….one moment I was on my way to the kitchen, and now I'm here, surrounded by nothing but darkness, yet somehow still conscious….and with…a system? Is this some kind of hell?'
'I know I'm sick but I wasn't that bad…come on!'
Before he could process it further, the voice spoke again.
[Conquer and Steal SSS-Ranked MILFs from their partners and attain immeasurable power.]
Kyle blinked, or at least, he felt like he did. The words sounded absurd, completely unreal, yet they felt serious. Real.
'Conquer SSS-Ranked MILFs?...and get powers?...what the fuck?...is this for real? Is this for real real?!!!'
[Do you accept?]
The system notification simply responded.
He hesitated, only for a splitting second before he responded.
"…Yeah," Kyle answered uncertainly.
After he said yes, Kyle felt something change.
At first, it was faint. Then slowly, gently, he felt his eyes as they began to twitch and blink.
Following this, a strange sensation washed over him, unfamiliar yet comforting. His eyelids fluttered weakly, struggling against a heaviness that made everything feel distant.
'Where… am I?' he thought.
His eyes flickered beneath his closed lids, moving from side to side as awareness slowly returned. Then suddenly, a warm sensation spread through his body.
Kyle frowned slightly.
"What… is that?"
The feeling grew stronger, sending a soft shiver through him. His breathing became uneven as his senses gradually returned.
His eyelids slowly parted and caught sigjt of the ceiling above him, which was unfamiliar.
It wasn't the plain white ceiling of his room. Instead, it was crafted from polished wood. The atmosphere felt old, almost medieval, like something from another era.
His gaze shifted.
Then he froze.
A woman was beside him.
She wore a clean white maid uniform, neatly fitted to her slender figure. Her blonde hair fell gently around her shoulders, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, giving her an innocent yet intimate appearance.
One of her hands was wrapped firmly around his erection, moving slowly, gently, as if she was afraid to hurt him.
Kyle's eyes widened.
His breath caught in his throat.
She looked at him and noticed he was staring. Her expression grew even more flustered, but she didn't stop.
"Do you… like it?" she asked softly, her voice hesitant, her cheeks deepening in color.
Kyle's mind went blank.
'What… the hell?'
His thoughts raced as he tried to understand what was happening. He remembered slipping on the banana peel, and of course, his death.
But he was here. Where ever here was.
Fragments of realization slowly settled into place.
Kyle lifted his hand slightly, staring at it as if seeing it for the first time.
'I slipped… hit my head… and died…' he thought.
"...yet…I'm alive…" he murmured to himself
He didn't understand how it was possible. But somehow it was real.
Kyle's mind was spinning. This didn't make any sense. Memories were flooding in—memories that weren't his own, but somehow felt like they were.
He remembered the story he'd been reading, the novel that had kept him up all night. And now he realized the truth: he wasn't just a reader anymore. He was Prince Kyle, a character from the book, living the story from inside it. His body, his senses, everything—it was him, reincarnated.
'I reincarnated into a novel… but…why am I not the main character?'
If he had somehow been reincarnated into the world of the novel, why wasn't he the one in control? Why was he here, like this, in this… situation?
His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp, intimate sensation. His eyes flickered open, and he realized she was right there, her hand wrapped firmly around his cock, stroking with slow motion. She was wearing only a simple bra, and her cheeks were flushed, her eyes darting toward him nervously.
"Your Highness…" she murmured softly. "You haven't answered me… am I not doing it right?".
Her movements were precise, teasing, and entirely too good. Kyle's body responded before his mind could catch up. He barely dared think.
' This… this is amazing.'
He cleared his throat and gave her a simple instruction.
"Take off that bra. I want to see you tits."
Her hands moved nervously, but she obeyed. The bra slipped down, revealing her full, heavy breasts. Kyle's eyes widened slightly, admiration and disbelief mixing with desire.
"Is that… okay?" she asked, still hesitant, still flushed.
"Yeah," he said, his voice steady despite the pleasure running through him.
"That's perfect. Keep going."
Her hand continued its slow, deliberate strokes, moving up and down along him.
Then, finally, her gaze met his. For the first time, her eyes locked with his, still flushed but confident in their focus.
"Do you… want me to… put it in my mouth, Your Highness?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kyle's mind went blank. For a brief moment, however, and then he replied-
"Yes," he breathed.
"Do that right now…"
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