Chapter 2 Black MILF

After Lucian left, Fiora Ravenscoft, the Lady of the Manor and Acting Lord of Ravenscoft Manor, let out a deep sigh.

’I expected the Hero’s bloodline. But he’s just a kid!’

She felt like a fool for having hoped, even for a second. Lucian’s appearance as a warrior was that unremarkable.

But even she couldn’t ignore it.

’But that boy, when he bowed, his crotch was clearly bulging...’

Lucian wouldn’t have known, but he was a lifelong virgin. That was why the moment he saw Fiora—her body curves starkly revealed under that quilted coat—he had gotten rock-hard.

And Fiora had noticed. She shook her head vigorously.

’What am I thinking? I only have my Lord. My Lord was the one who saved me from that hellish realm!’

Fiora sternly scolded herself. But it had been weeks since the Lord disappeared. His absence was crushing.

A woman’s libido only grew stronger with age, and years of lonely nights had become pure torture.

’That boy... he’s an adult? To possess such a massive weapon with that pretty, foxy face. What would it look like? How would it taste?’

Fiora subtly licked her lips. Then she flinched.

"Hah... ah... my lower body..."

What if that thick, heavy cock forced its way deep into her pussy? Could she even handle that abnormal stretch and fullness?

Fiora moistened her lips sensually once more before shaking her head hard.

’Snap out of it. I belong to my Lord. Until he returns!’

Having made her firm decision, Fiora returned to her duties.

***

Finally, for me too?!

[Title Collector]

Obtains all titles existing in the world.

「A born destiny to dominate all names and discover all names.」

[Quest Lover (Legendary)]

Type: Title

Effect: Quests appropriate to the situation are granted. Through these, rewards and titles are obtained.

[Mana-less Condition]

Type: Auxiliary Trait

A body unable to receive mana. Instead, it gains vigorous stamina and unyielding libido.

The negative trait I was born with—Mana-less Condition.

That’s right! What’s important is an unyielding meat pole.

’I can get titles?’

I couldn’t help but grin. I’m a guy whose body can’t hold a drop of mana.

Not only skills or magic—I couldn’t even take any job that used mana.

Yet passive skills that didn’t need mana were still being handed to me.

Especially Quest Lover. Its name glowed golden, radiating pure majesty.

This meant a real foundation for growth had finally been laid!

"Ah... oh... tears?"

To the point that my eyes actually watered. I quickly wiped them and tried to leave the manor grounds.

A guard immediately picked a fight.

"Kid, playing Hero?"

"I’m just about to become a Hero."

"Ha, you Hero Candidates have no manners. Just accept reality and become a guard. Though even that seems hard for you."

"Why?"

"How long are you going to leech off your parents? Do you even have a conscience?"

The usual third-rate loser talk.

Dealing with these bugs was simple.

"That’s excessive interference. You should develop your own life, bitch."

"What, you bastard?"

I ignored him and walked straight past. I crossed the stone bridge and started up the mountain trail.

I had came here a lot, though I was no veteran. I knew the terrain well enough. I kept climbing until I reached a good vantage point.

I passed through what used to be farmland, now desolate and empty, then finally arrived at Uluru Hill.

’There are many forests near this hill, so I need to be careful.’

I picked up a thick fallen branch. It wasn’t as heavy as my erect cock, but it was solid. I swung it around.

Then—

Bling!

[Prologue Quest]

Come on, like a man!

-Objective: Follow the traces and find the Ravenscoft Lord.

-Reward: 8000 CP, Hidden Reward

Oh, is this the start of the prologue? And a hidden reward too? I’m looking forward to this!

I scanned the ground. Fortunately, the trash left behind by the soldiers—food scraps, broken gear—was easy to spot.

I started following the trail. To think garbage would be my guide.

But the path soon left proper roads and turned into dangerous animal tracks.

I paused for a second, then shook my head.

’If I just become a Hero, there’ll be a cartload of bitches begging for my cock. Besides, I’m fast at running!’

I let out a lewd chuckle and pushed forward. No one could stop me!

The bushes and branches scratched my arms and face like living hands trying to pull me back.

’This experience is surprisingly good.’

As I kept going, something caught my foot.

Crack.

It was a skeleton.

"Gasp!"

I barely swallowed the scream, clamping a hand over my mouth and backing away. Screaming here would be suicide. But seeing a real skeleton with rotting flesh still sticking for the first time was shocking.

’It seems something bad happened to the Lord and his companions.’

They were just supposed to be Demon Lord’s minions.

What the hell happened?

I continued deeper into the dense weeds, bushes, and thick forest, curiosity beating fear.

’A temple?’

Further ahead, a strange temple covered in intricate carved runes appeared.

I approached carefully.

’These look like runes? Huh, they’re a bit different. What is this?’

I tilted my head, noticing far more soldier traces around it.

’They must have camped nearby. It’s a decent spot. But there’s no river or water source? They probably didn’t stay long.’

I circled to the back of the temple and found a usable sword.

Perfect—I had no weapon!

’Oh, found a short sword!’

The instant I grabbed it, the description popped up.

[Gladius]

Rarity: Trash-tier

*Unique Passive Effect ’Sharpness’: Has a 5% chance to cause bleeding to a close-range opponent.

「There will be no better sword for close combat.」

I tilted my head, confused.

Then I grabbed everything else I could reach and checked.

"Fuck, fuck!"

I needed to confirm one thing right now. This was extremely important.

If I was lucky, maybe it wouldn’t matter. But luck had never been on my side.

Then I found a discarded piece of paper nearby.

’Fuck, I’m fucked.’

I slumped to the ground.

The short sword was called Gladius. The chainmail had some unknown name, ’Chain Quilting’.

And the paper was dated in the ’Goddess Era’ instead of ’Asgard Chronicle Era’.

Only one conclusion.

"I’m totally fucked. This isn’t some game. More precisely, the things around the temple seems to belong to another era of past!"

I despaired. Sure, the system and quests were still amazing and I never really questioned it since I have it not for so long.

But am I being controlled by someone’s?

I shook my head, feeling like a lost child.

Then I thought of Aunt. She always saw me off with that warm smile.

Aunt’s smile, her massive breasts.

Her youthful face, those sensual hips, and the deep pussy canyon always hidden from view.

’Yeah, let’s endure. Big is best!’

I got back on my feet, licking my lips. I can’t die without having sex, can I?

’Ah, even if she’s my aunt, I want to bury my nose in her cleavage and smell her.’

I glanced down. My crotch was rock-hard again, the thick outline clearly threatening to rip through my pants.

’I can’t masturbate out here, how embarrassing. Masturbation should be done while looking at a red book!’

I searched the area again. Since this was now more dangerous with relica from an unknown temple, I had to be extra careful.

Except when I’m getting laid!

Besides, it was too early to despair. My unique ability meant more titles were waiting if I met the conditions.

’Each title has an effect. Let’s acquire as many as possible and get stronger!’

I made up my mind and pushed forward. The traces suddenly ended.

Ah, dead end.

Pshhhhhhh...

I heard rushing water nearby.

At first I thought I imagined it, but no.

’Oh, is there a river or waterfall? That means I’ve come deep.’

I ran toward the sound. Just as I started getting breathless, I climbed over a fallen tree and a beautiful valley opened up—perfect for smashing watermelons and relaxing on a hot summer day.

"Ooh!"

Excited, I drank deeply. The water was incredibly clean and refreshing.

While gulping it down, something kept poking my side. I looked—it was half-torn, expensive-looking armor.

"Hmm? Gasp!"

Then I saw what was inside the armor and recoiled. A skeleton.

Around its neck was a necklace engraved with ’RS’. I knew exactly what that meant.

’Gasp, crazy! This is the Lord! RS means Ravenscoft!’

I stood up in panic. Only now did the full scene register.

Countless skeletons, including the Lord’s, were scattered everywhere—clean and white, unlike the one I saw before.

’What the hell happened? Fuck, are they all dead? To mere Demon Lord’s minions?’

Even in a remote area, look at the state of Ravenscoft Manor. The Lord especially looked like he suffered most—his lower body was charred black.

Clink.

I took the Lord’s necklace first.

’I should hand this over to the Lady of the Manor. Anyway, there were only rumors that the Lord had died. To think this would be real. Ravenscoft Manor will fall into chaos.’

Actually, the rumor of the Lord’s death had been a planned story event.

But now the Lord was actually dead. Ravenscoft Manor would descend into pure chaos.

’And in that chaos, I’ll get laid by MILFs?’

Without realizing it, my cock stiffened again. Seriously, it’s not like I’m trying to advertise that I’m a virgin.

[Prologue Quest ’Come on, like a man!’ Cleared!]

[Reward 8000 CP Acquired!]

[Hidden Reward Acquired!]

[Hidden Reward Judgment... Judgment Complete!]

[Abyssal Value Increased by 25!]

What? The hidden reward is just Abyssal Value?

On the Asgard Continent, there was a concept called the Abyss.

The higher it rose, the more your existential rank changed and the better you understood alien(unknown) knowledge.

That’s why no named wizard ever had a low Abyssal Value.

But it came with problems.

If it got too high, people around me would start treating me strangely, or monsters would become more vicious.

If it went even higher?

They said you stopped being human. I’d never seen what that looked like.

’A moderate amount is good. There won’t be any problems, right? Anyway, let’s head back.’

I backed away carefully. I didn’t know what might still be lurking.

If I was unlucky, a Demon Lord’s minion could be watching.

Stomp. Gurgle.

"Uh, ugh?!"

I stumbled, stepping on something slippery. I flailed and grabbed the nearest thing.

Fortunately, I caught a rock. But the rock was incredibly soft—like a woman’s breast.

I looked back.

It was someone’s breast.

A light bronze naked body, not a single thread of clothing.

Wearing an arrogant smile, a dripping-wet MILF was staring straight at me.