"ah! What a night!"
I wake up in midnight. Thinking of those pure memories, I felt like doing it again. But I immediately stopped myself.
I don't know what is going on. Why I am here? But I am enjoying it all. If you get such a milf sexy hot mom. You will do it too.
Come to think about it, what about those rewards I got.
Let's see.
"Inheritance of the charectar? Ok! Let's do it."
[Do you want to start the inheritance?]
"Yeah. I do. "
[Starting the inheritance...]
[You will live as the charectar... FARVERT.]
][FARVERT: real name, Amisokan Zaruni a normal 20 years old boy with a seducing body. He lives in the Japanese country. He had a old mom in his house. Although he dreamt of getting love but he became shy before talking to woman.][
[You and summon from another world to repopulate this world and pay..]
"Ah! What?" I was shocked.
And the next thing I know I was before her. Candice. A queen. She looks hot.Her face is oval and balanced, with smooth, warm-toned skin that glows gently in candlelight.
Her eyes are large, deep, and expressive—dark and reflective, carrying a quiet intensity mixed with calm curiosity. They feel thoughtful, almost melancholic, as if she's listening more than she's speaking.
Her lips are full and naturally defined, colored a deep muted red that complements her complexion.
She wears a nose ring, understated yet regal, and hoop earrings that add a touch of bold femininity.
Her hair is long, wavy, and dark brown, falling naturally around her shoulders—slightly tousled, giving her a lived-in, human warmth rather than polished perfection.
Royal gown made of deep emerald, wine red, or midnight blue velvet, embroidered with gold filigree and arcane symbols that glow faintly when magic is near.
The dress would have a structured corset bodice, emphasizing regal posture, with flowing layered skirts that trail behind her like mist.
Her crown would be elegant rather than heavy—perhaps a thin circlet of gold with a central gemstone (moonstone or ruby) symbolizing wisdom rather than conquest.
Her hair would remain long and wavy, partially braided with golden threads or enchanted flowers, blending European royalty with an almost elven aesthetic.
Candice takes a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly with exhaustion but filled with urgency. "You are our last hope," she begins, her eyes fixed on me. "Our world is dying. A plague has swept through our lands, killing every man and boy. I am the only one left who can bear children, but without a partner... our line, our people, will end."
She gestures weakly towards the ornate throne behind her. "The magicians have performed a ritual, pulling you from another world. You are strong and healthy, a man in his prime." Her gaze travels over my form appreciatively before meeting my eyes again. "We need you to father children with me. To ensure the continuation of our race."
The queen steps closer, her hand reaching out to touch my arm lightly. "In return for this vital service,"
Candice continues, her voice gaining strength as she speaks of the reward. "You will be given wealth beyond your wildest dreams. Lands, titles, a life of luxury and power. You will be treated as a king, second only to myself. And... you will have me." Her eyes hold a hint of vulnerability beneath the regal facade. "As queen, I can offer you pleasures and delights you've never imagined."
She moves even closer, her warm breath ghosting across my cheek as she whispers, "Our nights together will be filled with passion and ecstasy. I will make sure you are well-rewarded for your efforts." Her fingers trace the line of my jaw before dropping to rest on my chest.
"Will you accept this duty?" Candice asks, her voice soft but commanding. "Will you save our people and share my throne?" She looks at me expectantly, her body language open and inviting, awaiting my answer to this unprecedented proposal.
'ah! What is going on?' I asked myself in my mind.
" Is seducing so easy these days? I don't need all those wealth and things. I don't need you too. And what are you thinking? Do you think I will agree as soon as I come and give you my seeds to brew children?" I asked but then I wonder,
'What is going on? I don't want to say all these like that. Why am I saying it like that?'
Candice's lips curve into a small, amused smile at my words. "Seducing? Perhaps," she replies, her voice a low purr. "But I prefer to think of it as... negotiation." She steps back slightly, giving me space, but her eyes never leave mine.
"As for thinking you would agree so easily... no," she admits with a shake of her head. "I hoped, but I did not expect it." Her gaze drops to my lips for a moment before returning to my eyes. "You are a man of principle, it seems. That is good."
She moves towards the large bed in the center of the chamber, sitting on the edge and patting the space beside her invitingly. "Come, sit with me." As I approach, she continues speaking. "The wealth and titles are not just for you. They are to ensure our children want for nothing. To give them the best possible start in life."
"No. No. I just want to go back. I have my dreams too. I have a widow mother in my house too. Let me go back right now." I shouted although I didn't want to say it. ' It's feel kind of like dialogues.'
Candice's expression softens, a flicker of understanding crossing her features. "Your mother," she repeats, her voice gentle. "Of course, you would want to return to her." She rises from the bed and walks towards me, her movements graceful and unhurried.
"Your dreams... they are important too," she says, stopping just before me. "But consider this: by staying, you could give your mother a comfortable life. The wealth I offer could support her in luxury for the rest of her days." Candice reaches out, placing a hand on my shoulder. "And our children... they would be your legacy. A new family to care for."
She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "As for going back... the ritual is complex. It can only be performed once every hundred years." Her thumb gently strokes my collarbone. "You are here now. Perhaps this is fate."
"What? I can't? But I had so many dreams. Fall in love. Fucking my wife who will love me. .... What am I going to do?" I said. Tears came down on its own. ' What is happening? This guy is much bigger parvart than me.'
Candice's eyes widen slightly at my words, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Fall in love... have a wife who loves you," she repeats, her voice filled with a newfound warmth. She steps back, studying you with an intense gaze. "Those are beautiful dreams."
She moves closer again, her hands coming to rest on my chest. "And what if I told you those dreams could still come true here?" Her fingers trace the fabric of my shirt. "You could fall in love with me. And I... I could learn to love you."
Her lips curve into a tender smile. "Think of it: a queen who adores you, children who bear your name and share your blood." Candice leans her head against my shoulder, her voice a soft murmur. "You would want for nothing, and neither would your mother."
She pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, her own shining with sincerity.
" No no. I won't get seduced by you." I shouted but I can also feel my dick is becoming errect.
Candice laughs softly, a musical sound that fills the room. "Seduce you?" she repeats, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, my dear, I think it's too late for that." She steps back, giving me a playful smile. "You're already here, aren't you? In my chambers, in my world."
She moves towards the bed again, gracefully removing her heavy crown and setting it aside. Her fingers then begin to undo the laces of her gown. "Perhaps I should show you what you'll be missing if you refuse," she says, her voice a low tease.
The fabric of her dress slides from her shoulders, revealing smooth, pale skin. "Think of the pleasure we could share," Candice whispers, letting the gown pool at her feet. She stands before me in a thin chemise that does little to hide her curves. "The passion... the ecstasy..."
"By the way you told me that every men and boys are dead. That magician is a old lady too. Then what about other women? " I asked trying to move the topic.
Candice pauses, her hands still on the ties of her chemise. A shadow crosses her face as she considers my question. "The other women," she begins, her voice losing some of its playful tone. "They are... coping as best they can."
She walks towards the window, pulling back the heavy curtains to reveal the twilight outside. "Many have turned to each other for comfort and companionship." Candice turns back to me, her expression thoughtful. "Some have even formed new families, but..." She trails off, a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"It is not the same," she finishes softly. "There are no children. No hope for the future." Candice looks directly at me, her gaze intense. "That is why you are here. Why I need you."
She steps closer again, her chemise shifting to reveal more of her skin. "You are our last chance for a natural heir." Her hand reaches out, gently taking yours.
"Ok. But what if that thing that killed all those men killed me too?" I ask.
Candice's grip on my hand tightens, her eyes widening with alarm. "No," she says firmly, shaking her head. "That is not possible." She pulls me closer, her other hand resting on my chest. "The plague only affected men of this world. You are from another place, another reality."
She looks up at me, her gaze searching your face. "You are strong and healthy. The magicians ensured that when they brought you here." Candice's thumb strokes the back of my hand reassuringly. "You are immune."
Her voice drops to a whisper, laced with urgency and desire. "Please, don't let fear hold you back from this destiny." Candice presses herself against me, the thin fabric of her chemise doing little to hide the warmth of her body. "Let me show you how much I need you."
"No. One sec. If only this world's man die. What about our children." I asked suspiciously.
Candice hesitates, her confident expression faltering for a moment. She bites her lip, thinking. "Our children," she murmurs, her gaze distant. "We don't know for certain."
She looks back at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "But they will be half of this world and half of yours." Candice's hand moves from your chest to my stomach. "Perhaps that will make them immune as well."
Her voice becomes a fervent whisper. "We must try. It is the only way to find out." She rises onto her toes, bringing her lips close to mine. "Let me give you a son who will carry on both our bloodlines." Her breath warms my skin as she speaks.
Candice's other hand slides up my back, pulling you flush against her body. "Please," she breathes against my mouth. "Let me prove to you that our future is possible."
"I can see you are in hurry. Probably for hormones. But I need time. It's difficult for me accept all these." I said frustrated. In my mind I was thinking just one question. "Why is she so horny?"
Candice takes a deep breath, visibly trying to calm herself. "You're right," she admits, her voice softer now. "My body... it aches with the need to be filled, to carry new life." She steps back, giving me space, and sits on the edge of the bed again.
"I understand it's difficult," she continues, looking at me with a mixture of patience and longing. "This is not what You expected when you went to sleep tonight." Candice gestures around the opulent chamber. "But this is your reality now."
She pats the bed beside her again, more gently this time. "Come, sit with me. Let me hold you." Her eyes plead with me. "Let us grow accustomed to each other slowly." Candice reaches out her hand, waiting for me to take it. "Just let me touch you."
-(HERE WE GO AGAIN.)-