When I finally looked up from the grass, still breathing heavily and every muscle aching, Sofia had already delivered the final blow. She casually opened her inventory and pulled out two complete sets of clothes — one clearly for a man, the other for a woman — and placed them neatly on the grass right beside me.
Then she bent down, touched the dead rabbit, and its body vanished into her inventory with a soft blue flash.
A small system notification popped up for both of us at the same time.
We opened our status panels together.
The second we saw our experience gain, we both cursed under our breath in perfect unison:
"Damn it… what the fuck?"
Experience: 0.5 / 100
A single Level 0 rabbit had only given 1 total experience point — and the system had split it evenly between us. Half a point each after all that effort.
I couldn't take this bullshit anymore. With a deep, frustrated huff, I slammed the panel shut with a sharp swipe of my hand.
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Then Sofia started removing her nightgown right there in the open meadow, slow and deliberate, like she had all the time in the world.
I gulped hard, throat suddenly dry. My eyes darted left and right, scanning the empty grass, the distant trees, the dirt road — not a single soul in sight. The whole place was completely deserted. A shaky breath of relief left my lungs.
She hooked her thumbs under the thin straps and let them slide off her shoulders. The soaked white fabric peeled away from her skin like it didn't want to let go. First her heavy, full breasts spilled free — big, soft, and swaying gently with every breath, pink nipples already tight from the cool air. Then the gown slipped lower, gliding over her slim waist and wide, fertile hips until it caught for a second on the thick, powerful curves of her ass. One little wiggle and it dropped completely, pooling at her feet.
She stood there completely naked, golden-blonde hair cascading down her back, deep blue eyes locked on mine with that knowing little smile. Her juicy ass and thick thighs looked even more mouth-watering in the sunlight, and between her legs her smooth, pink pussy was still slightly glistening from earlier. God, she was perfect.
Without a word she bent down, giving me a full, heart-stopping view of her round ass and the soft lips of her pussy peeking from behind, then picked up the new clothes from the grass. She tossed the ruined nightgown into her inventory with a casual flick of her wrist.
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Her new clothing was modest… but it carried quiet, commanding authority that somehow made her ten times hotter.
A long woolen dress in deep forest green hugged her voluptuous hourglass figure like it had been tailored by someone who understood exactly what every man would dream about. The heavy fabric flowed around her wide hips and thick thighs with every step, yet the simple laced bodice clung just tightly enough to lift and cradle her massive breasts, pushing them up into a deep, mouth-watering cleavage that the pale linen chemise underneath did nothing to hide. The long sleeves framed her elegant arms, while the skirt brushed the tops of her boots — practical, but the way the material swayed and clung to her powerful ass with each movement was pure sin.
A darker shawl draped across her shoulders, pinned neatly, drawing the eye straight to the graceful line of her neck and the way her chest rose and fell. No jewels. No fancy embroidery. Just a strong, mature beauty who looked like she could rule a village with nothing but a single glance.
In the fading golden sunlight she didn't look like some ordinary villager.
She looked like a goddess who had chosen to walk among mortals — regal, untouchable, and so fucking sexy it made my cock twitch painfully against my trousers.
"Stop gawking," Sofia said, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and impatience. "The sun is going down. We need to find shelter before it gets dark."
I let out a long, exhausted groan, still sprawled on the grass. "But Mom… I'm fucking exhausted, ugh."
She didn't argue. She simply bent down, scooped up the set of male clothes from the ground, and tossed them straight at my chest. I caught the bundle on reflex.
With a heavy sigh I forced myself to stand. My legs felt like lead, but I started stripping anyway. I peeled off my modern clothes piece by piece and stored them in my inventory, leaving myself standing there in nothing but my underwear. The cool evening breeze kissed my bare skin, raising goosebumps across my chest and arms as I began pulling on the new medieval outfit.
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The rough village clothes didn't look rough on him at all.
A simple linen tunic, sun-bleached to a muted ivory, draped comfortably over his shoulders and fell across his chest. The plain fabric was soft from years of washing, yet the cut fit him almost too perfectly — hugging the lean lines of his athletic frame, tapering at the waist, and showing off the subtle definition of his arms and chest. The collar laced loosely at the throat, revealing a teasing glimpse of smooth, sun-kissed skin and the faint shadow of his collarbones.
His dark earth-brown trousers sat snug around his hips and powerful thighs, practical for movement yet accentuating every step he took. They tucked neatly into sturdy leather boots made for long roads. A simple belt circled his waist, holding a small pouch at his side and giving him a clean, capable silhouette.
Nothing noble. Nothing flashy.
And yet, standing there bathed in the golden light of the fading sun on the outskirts of this new world, he didn't look like an ordinary villager or farmer.
He looked like a young wanderer — handsome, quietly confident, with the very first sparks of a legend beginning to take shape.