With a newfound sense of purpose, the next morning I get up from bed and gather my things. It's time to start a new chapter in the investigation for George’s main task, and I'm determined to find the answers I'm looking for. If I’ll actually help my fellow Harem Multiverse challenger, that remains to be seen. I make my way out of the widow's small house and breathe in the fresh morning air. The sky is clear and blue, and a cool breeze carries the scent of pine trees and wildflowers. As I set off on foot, excitement and apprehension well up in me.The path to the neighboring village is a narrow dirt road winding through fields of golden wheat and tall green grass. In the distance, peaks of snow-capped mountains rise up against the horizon. The air is crisp, and the sound of birds singing in the trees fills the air.I walk for hours, stopping only to rest and drink from a small stream. The sun beats down on me, making my skin all warm and tingly. [I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions…

To my right, a small table is set up with various books, half-melted candles, and a few rocks similar to the ones in the shack. Opposite the table, against the far wall, a simple quilt covers a small bed. Next to it, a small shelf holds a few more books and what appears to be a carved wooden box.On the left side of the room, a small stove sits against the wall, with a pot on top. A few utensils hang from hooks above it. Next to the stove is a small counter with a basin and a few jars of what appear to be preserved fruits and vegetables.Overall, the interior of Sasha's hut is simple and rustic, but it exudes a sense of comfort and homeliness. The space is cluttered but not messy, and everything seems to have its place. Despite its humble appearance on the exterior, the hut is clearly well cared for on the inside.After I finish looking around, my eyes drift back to Sasha. Her tight top reveals a generous amount of cleavage. I can only imagine how stunning she is beneath those clothes

I hope my proposal doesn’t creep her out. There are implications to things she might not want to hear or do, especially with a stranger. But when she looks at me with those sparkling green eyes, there’s hope and excitement matching my own and coursing through the air like a comet. It has me smiling in return.“Luck against bad luck?” Sasha hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Yes, you can try. But please, be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you. The curse cast upon me has tremendous power."I reach over and take her hand in mine. She looks startled by this sudden display of affection, but I squeeze her hand reassuringly.“You're a good person, Sasha. Whatever happens, it’s not your fault. I’m a grown man and can make my own decisions. Remember that. Besides, it's good to have a little thrill in my life once in a while.” I think again at my +1 life acting like a safety net. “And don't worry. I wouldn't risk my life on only a hunch.”As she gives me a side nod, her braid

Peeling paint reveals the wood underneath the old white layer right in front of my nose. I raise my hand high, preparing to let out a mighty rap, when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, it hits me: I’ve died, and I’m yet again knocking at Sasha’s door. I stare at the shabby door as if the whole thing might just collapse over me into a pile of dust and termites. It's like waking up from a dream where you think you're flying, but then suddenly remember you're really just lying in bed with your arms flapping like a chicken. So I pause mid-knock, my hand hovering awkwardly in the air, looking like a startled squirrel caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.From my perspective, just seconds ago, I was beyond the old wooden door of Sasha's house, shoving my cock into her cute little mouth. I click my tongue in annoyance at the thought that never happened. Sure, I could go that route again, but I won't. I don’t have another life stashed away. The same noise that attracted me the fi

It took me two days to reach Bannockburn, in the Kingdom of Tarsys, Sasha’s hometown and the place where she’d gotten cursed. This seemed the only place where I could find some answers and a lead on the magic wielder who can undo the curse. I’ve talked with villagers but no one has seen Ethel, the so-called witch. I had to bribe a few townsfolk just to talk with me, so my pocket is feeling the pain. But I need to find Ethel. And fast. It would be a real shame to never get to fuck Sasha. I mean, that would be like a real tragedy. I'm sitting at a dingy table in a crowded tavern, surrounded by books and parchments. I'm trying to figure out where the witch who cursed Sasha lives, but so far, my research has been about as helpful as a chocolate teapot.As usual, I'm nursing a mug of ale, but this time, I'm not enjoying the bitter taste of the brew. I've given up on trying to hide my hunger from others. What I yearn for is something quite basic, yet so elusive— a juicy slab of roasted b