Chapter 1: Rick Serea – Daytime with Aisha, Nighttime with Ais
My name is Rick Serea.
By day, I am the owner of a small, peaceful massage parlor. By night… I become a creature of pure, unrestrained lust.
In the Labyrinth City of Orario, tucked away in the southeastern district, stands my modest shop named "Dormine."
As its sole operator, the human youth Rick Serea was once again working diligently today.
"Your back and waist are incredibly stiff again today. All those intense battles really leave their mark, don't they?"
"Yeah… can't be helped when you're an adventurer."
With skilled, confident hands, Rick massaged the supple waist and lower back of the curvaceous Amazoness woman, his fingers pressing deeply into her smooth, warm skin while keeping up casual conversation.
This young man called Rick was no ordinary person.
He was a reincarnator.
In his previous life, he had been Tatsuya Nakahara — a miserable soul who lived in constant hunger and hardship, eventually dying from starvation and exhaustion.
At the moment of his death, a kind goddess took pity on him and granted him powerful special abilities so he could live a far more enjoyable — and far more pleasurable — life in this new world.
He named himself Rick Serea and opened this small massage parlor.
At first the world confused him, but once he realized it was the exact setting of the light novel he loved — *Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?* — gratitude filled his heart toward the goddess who had reincarnated him.
Gratitude… toward that foolishly kind goddess who never once doubted the true, lust-filled purpose behind the abilities she had so generously given him.
After completing the massage, the Amazoness woman stood up with a seductive smile and slowly removed her clothes. Her massive, heavy breasts bounced freely, dark nipples already stiff with anticipation.
"Payment the usual way?"
"Yes, please."
She knelt in front of him, pulled down his pants, and took out his thick, veiny cock. She gave the swollen head a long, slow, wet lick from base to tip.
"Even with that pretty, almost girly face… you've got such a thick, delicious cock."
"I'd rather you didn't comment on my face, Aisha-san."
Rick's appearance in this world was androgynous and delicate, which made the contrast with his large, powerful manhood even more striking.
Aisha smirked and took him into her mouth without another word. She sucked him hungrily — head bobbing fast, tongue swirling greedily, loud wet slurping sounds filling the small room as she devoured his cock with raw, animalistic passion.
The southeastern district of Orario was the city's red-light district. Many Amazonesses and prostitutes from the Ishtar Familia, along with other adventurers seeking relief, frequently visited the shop. While normal prices existed, quite a few preferred to pay with their bodies.
For Rick, such erotic payments were always welcome.
Aisha pulled back for a moment, licking the underside of his shaft and gently rolling his heavy balls with her hot tongue.
"Right here? Feels good?"
"Yes… but I have important plans later tonight, so let's finish quickly."
"Understood."
She plunged him deep into her throat and sucked with ferocious intensity — wet, sloppy, and relentless.
The savage blowjob quickly brought Rick to the edge. He gripped her head.
"Swallow everything."
He groaned deeply as he came, pumping thick, abundant loads of hot cum straight into her mouth. Aisha swallowed every drop with obvious relish, then licked her lips clean with a satisfied sigh.
"You always cum so much… Hey, why don't you join us? Lady Ishtar would definitely welcome a man like you."
She threw a playful punch, but Rick easily caught it.
"I like strong men. And you're clearly stronger than me, aren't you?"
Aisha was Level 3, yet he had stopped her fist without effort.
She tried recruiting him again, but Rick gently refused.
"I like it here. So I must decline."
"…Alright then."
Aisha straightened her clothes and left.
"I'll come again soon."
"Please do."
After closing the shop, Rick took a quick shower, changed into entirely black clothing that blended perfectly with the night, and stepped out.
"Now… let's begin tonight's real fun."
Using his **Transparency** ability, he vanished completely and made his way toward his chosen target.
Six years had passed since his reincarnation. Through relentless training and dangerous Dungeon dives, he had reached Level 6 — all driven by his burning desire to experience erotic pleasure with the heroines of this world.
Tonight, his target was the famous Sword Princess — **Ais Wallenstein** of the Loki Familia.
He arrived at their magnificent home, Twilight Manor.
The guards at the entrance meant nothing to an invisible intruder. Rick walked straight inside and used his透視 ability to search until he found her room.
There she was.
Ais Wallenstein lay on her large bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, sleep refusing to come to her.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her long, silky golden hair cascaded across the pillow like molten sunlight, shining softly even in the dim room. Her face was doll-like in its perfection — delicate yet refined features, large golden eyes that usually held a quiet intensity, a small elegant nose, and soft, naturally pink lips that looked incredibly inviting. Her skin was pale and flawless, almost luminous, smooth as the finest porcelain. Despite her slender, athletic warrior's body, she possessed seductive, feminine curves: full, perky C-cup breasts that rose and fell gently with each breath, a narrow waist that flared into gently rounded hips, and long, toned legs that seemed endlessly elegant and smooth. Her ass was firm, perfectly rounded, and beautifully shaped — the kind of ass that begged to be touched and admired.
Rick's heart raced at the sight.
*She's even more perfect in person…*
He activated **Forced Sleep**.
In an instant, Ais's golden eyes fluttered shut and her body relaxed into deep, heavy slumber. Her breathing became slow and steady, soft little sighs escaping her lips occasionally.
He lightly tapped her cheek to test her — no reaction.
Satisfied, he canceled his transparency and climbed onto the bed, straddling her sleeping form.
He leaned down close to her face and inhaled deeply. Her scent was delicate and intoxicating — fresh flowers mixed with a faint, clean feminine musk and the slightest trace of sweat from training earlier that day. It made his cock twitch instantly.
His hands moved to her chest.
Even through the thin nightwear, her breasts felt wonderfully soft and warm. They were full and supple for her slender frame, with a perfect teardrop shape and delightful elasticity. He caressed them gently, then began squeezing more boldly, kneading the soft flesh, feeling her pink nipples harden under his palms.
"…Nn…"
A soft, unconscious moan slipped from Ais's lips.
Her body reacted subconsciously. Her back arched ever so slightly, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands. Her breathing quickened just a fraction.
Encouraged, Rick slipped his hands under her clothes and directly touched her bare skin. Her breasts were like warm silk — smooth, supple, and incredibly sensitive. He rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers, pinching them lightly, then leaned down and licked one slowly, swirling his tongue around the cherry-pink bud before sucking it into his mouth. He teased it with gentle nibbles and suction.
"Nnn… haa… ah…"
Ais's subconscious reactions grew stronger. Her thighs pressed together instinctively for a moment, then relaxed. A faint flush appeared on her pale cheeks. Her nipples grew even harder in his mouth, and a tiny shiver ran through her entire body.
Rick's excitement surged.
He moved lower, lifting her skirt to reveal the tight black spats hugging her lower body.
He gently spread her long, shapely legs wide and buried his face between her thighs, staring hungrily at her most intimate area from mere inches away.
Even through the thin fabric, the outline of her pussy was visible — a soft, delicate mound with a graceful slit. He traced it slowly with his fingers, feeling the growing warmth. Then he pressed his tongue against it, licking and sucking greedily through the spats, tasting her faint, sweet feminine flavor.
As he licked, Ais's subconscious responses became more noticeable.
Her hips twitched faintly, a small, instinctive roll upward toward his mouth. Her breathing grew slightly heavier, soft "nn… nnn…" sounds escaping her lips more frequently. The fabric between her legs slowly grew warmer and just a little damp from her body's natural reaction, even though her mind remained locked in deep sleep.
Rick's cock was now throbbing painfully hard, leaking precum.
"This is going to feel incredible when I finally take you properly…"
He pulled out his thick, veiny cock and slid it inside the waistband of her spats, pressing the hot, swollen head directly against her warm skin and the fabric covering her pussy.
He began thrusting slowly and carefully, rubbing his thick shaft along her slit through the thin material. He could feel every subtle contour — the softness of her outer lips, the slight heat and growing moisture.
Ais's body reacted even more.
Her hips gave another small, unconscious push against him. Her thighs trembled faintly. A particularly sweet, breathy moan — "Haa… nn…" — slipped from her lips as her subconscious mind registered the unfamiliar pleasure.
The combination of intense physical pleasure and the constant risk that she might wake up at any moment made every movement electric.
Suddenly, Ais rolled over in her sleep, turning onto her stomach.
Rick quickly pulled back, then smiled with wicked delight at the new view.
Her firm, perfectly rounded ass was now raised slightly, the black spats stretched tightly over the smooth, pale cheeks, accentuating every curve.
He climbed on top of her again, sliding his rock-hard cock between her ass cheeks and fucking the tight, warm valley through the fabric. The sensation was heavenly — soft yet firm, warm and incredibly lewd.
He moved faster, savoring the way her ass seemed to cradle his cock.
Ais's subconscious reactions intensified.
Her hips rocked ever so slightly in time with his thrusts. Her breathing became deeper and more ragged. Soft, dreamy whimpers escaped her — "Ah… nnn… haa…" — as her body instinctively responded to the stimulation. The fabric over her pussy grew noticeably damper.
Rick could no longer hold back.
With a suppressed groan, he came hard — thick, powerful ropes of hot, sticky cum spurting across her back and up toward her golden hair. Jet after jet painted her flawless pale skin white, the sheer volume leaving long, glistening trails that slowly dripped down her sides.
Panting heavily, Rick carefully wiped away every single trace of his seed with the cloth he had brought, making sure no evidence remained.
Even after such a strong orgasm, his cock was still hard, twitching with lingering desire.
For the final step, he leaned over her sleeping body, lips brushing against her ear, and whispered the chant:
"[Reality and dreams are one and the same]"
When the chant finished, a single glowing purple needle appeared.
"[Night Cher]"
It sank smoothly into her head without leaving any mark.
After confirming everything was in place, Rick activated Transparency once more and silently left Twilight Manor.
He returned home through the dark streets, a deep, satisfied smile on his face.
"It's going to become incredibly fun… and much more pleasurable from now on…"