Wrenn has a small sleeping space in a tiny alcove in the back of the smithy. The place is barely big enough for him to lie down on his side and curl up a bit, or otherwise, his head hits the wall.
To the right of his sleeping mat, shelves and storage bins of various sizes and shapes are piled high with tools and materials. Wrenn has to duck his head beneath other instruments hanging from the ceiling to get to his sleeping spot.
Beneath the last shelf near his mat, there’s a small nook in the wall where once a mouse resided. That mouse has since long gone, eaten by a neighbor’s cat. Now, the nook is a storage space for the few things Wrenn has, including the letter I’m searching for.
After plunging my hand into the hiding place up to near my elbow, I dig out the letter and set it on the sleeping mat.
Even though the sigil is torn, I recognize the family crest in the wax seal as that of the Averys. This noble family is of the highest rank in the country of Zhenaria, and they have a lot of influence in the political sphere.
With their backing, Wrenn can have a clear path to the throne after overthrowing the current heir, of course.
I have to reread this letter and grasp all the details before making a decision on how to approach the Averys.
***
To Wrenn Dorn,
It came to my attention that you are of royal blood.
You may have a great future ahead of you, and I would be honored to be your advisor. I have many things I wish to share with you, and I hope you are ready to listen to what I have to say.
If you are interested in my offer, please contact me at your earliest convenience. It’s enough to drop by the Avery manor once to get acquainted. Show the letter to the butler, and he will let you in.
I’ll be waiting,
Grand Duke William Avery,
Lord of the Avery County,
Member of the Zhenarian Council
***
The real Wrenn Dorn would never go to visit Lord Avery, not even to get acquainted. He hates all the noble houses because of how they trashed his mother through a public scandal.
Even though his mother was a Zhenarian noble, she was stripped of her title and died a few years later of anemia. All because of him.
The queen and her followers couldn’t have a royal bastard like him. Coming from a noble family on his mother's side would have increased his status and the power of his claims.
Oh, politics! What a mess. Maybe it’s for the better that our innocent Wrenn Dorn had no interest in it. He could have been stuck in a web of intrigue and power games.
But he’s not here anymore. And I, David McConnell, as opposed to him, know quite well how to fuck people from behind.
[Daddy, can you stop fluffing up your feathers and take a look over the rewards from the side task?]
Maybe I deserve a moment to sit down and get some rest.
I lean with my back against the wall.
I’m listening.
[The rewards are: +1 life, 1 charge of woman-enslaving essence, and 1-inch penis enlargement. You must choose one of these 3]
The widow looked very pleased last night, so the last reward seems the least appealing. So explain more about the first two.
[If you die, the main task is marked as failed, and you are out of the Harem Multiverse Challenge. Your soul will be erased from existence in all realms. No heaven or hell, no afterlife, nothing. If you gather more lives, you will use one of them to revive you without failing the main task]
[The woman-enslaving essence will be available for use on any woman of your choice when you wish so. She will have to do anything you order her to do for the next 24 hours]
Then the extra life sounds great, for sure. That's if you wanna play it safe. Hmm… I’ll consider it a bit more.
[You still have one ongoing side task: making a woman love you. If you achieve this one—though I highly doubt it—your previous rewards will become unavailable and will be replaced by new ones]
Hah! Women love me! They fall for me faster than you can say 'I love you' and then they forget all about other men.
[I should call you Peacock instead of Daddy]
Leaning back on the sleeping mat, I begin to wonder if the widow would soon fall for me or not.
As I take a well-deserved break, I remember my dad telling me that love is like a web with you in the center. You weave it and trap people in it. You will be the only one who can freely walk inside the maze, roaming from one prisoner to another, or completely walk away and spread your web in another place, not allowing enough time to fall into the web of another.
But I found another way, my way, of doing things.
Oh, I haven’t yet seen my updated stats, now with my new record of over an hour for the highest time lasted.
System, show me my current stats.
[Of course, daddy. Enjoy!]
Overall gameplay stats for user David McConnell:
Women fucked: 1
Women satisfied: 1
Blowjobs received: 1
Blowjobs given: 0
Threesome with 2 women: 0
Banging more than 2 women at once: 0
Highest time lasted: 61 minutes and 27 seconds
What? This is not right! What happened with my stats? Everything is gone!
[The Goddess had a change of heart and removed the stats from before starting the Harem Multiverse Challenge. They were adding up to give you an unfair advantage. Now, only your achievements after accepting the challenge will be shown]
It’s like everything I did before was a waste of time, a pointless life—sixty years going on the drain.
[You had your fun. Now stop being a crybaby and work on the main task]
Maybe you’re right. I jump on my feet, taking care not to bump into the tools hanging above from the ceiling. I should head for the Avery manor.
[Wait! Did you just take up on my advice?]
No. We just happened to be on the same page for once. I’ll get my stats back one way or another.
The fire in the furnace burns fiercely, and the iron shavings start to sizzle as the heat rises. Aslan stares at the furnace in silence, his eyes locked on the fire. He watches the flames rise and fall akin to his breath. “Where are you going, Wrenn?” he asks just as I am about to leave the smithy. “Aren’t you going to finish up what you were working on? I need those weapons.”His voice is softer than before, even though his words are still as sharp as a knife. I stop in my tracks, feeling guilty for having left him alone. Do you remember when I mentioned Wrenn had a sad past? Well, his mother died when he was young, and his father is the king who never recognized him. So Aslan took on the role of father for him. Not only did he teach him how to be a blacksmith but also how to be a respectable person. Brushing aside the guilt, I take a deep breath and decide to face him head-on. I’m not Wrenn, nor a respectable person at that.“I have some personal matters to attend to,” I say, res
“Wait!” I yell, one last attempt to make them stop. My feet leave the marble on the balcony’s floor as I lean forward, my head hanging over the edge. The wind is whipping through my hair as I scream for help. The ground is fast approaching. Nothing can save me now.Free falling is a common experience in stories and nightmares, but in real life, it's deadly. You can laugh as much as you want, but these seconds before reaching the ground seem to last forever. If this is going to be my second time dying, I must say I prefer the first. Everything was better, starting with the woman calling me—[Daddy?! Daddy?!] Yes, the same voice rings in my head, but instead of the hot woman I was fucking when I died, it’s just my useless, annoying system. What have I done to deserve this to be the last thing I talk to?[Quit whining! Choose the +1 life option from the pending rewards]I want the +1 life! Now![Reward granted]The ground is still fast approaching my face. How will the extra life appl
By the time I reach the top of the hill outside the city gates where the widow’s hut is, darkness has already started to settle. There is a hint of purple at the horizon where the sun sinks in. But the wind blows from the opposite direction, pushing away the storm clouds gathered there. A smile stretches the corners of my lips as a faint light flickers through the hut’s windows. Heat gathers in my groin, and it’s not because of the fire awaiting in the hearth. After a few knocks, the door opens, and I find myself staring again at the beautiful widow with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.Her big brown eyes widen in surprise. “I didn’t think you would come again.”Well, that was fast. My jaw drops, and I just stand there like a fool with a crooked smile on my face. Do you know dumb and dumber? Well, I’m the dumbest. [You can say that again, daddy]Maybe last night wasn’t so great for her after all. Maybe she just went along with it, and I was too preoccupied with my side task
[Don’t kill me, daddy. Please. I promise I have a good side task now]Oh, do you have good side tasks too? I can’t imagine. [Daddy, don’t be mean]Hmm…. your voice sounds a bit… aroused? Are you getting off on this? [Uhmm… No! So… Uhmm… Side task acquired: Make a woman cum without using your dick in the next 15 minutes. The countdown is starting now]A small lettering countdown starts at 15:00 minutes, counting down in the top left corner of my left eye. I lose focus on things around me, my eyes darting toward the timer as if I have a medical condition or something.System, this is too distracting. Can you remove the countdown and let me focus on my task? Just remind me in case I have less than a minute left. Though I should be done a lot faster than that. [Yes, daddy]Surprisingly, the countdown vanishes, and the system’s voice doesn’t bother me anymore. I return my attention to the widow, who stares at me from the corner of her left eye as her right cheek is still pressed agains
Pissed and fuming because of the interruption, I sit down on the floor on my naked butt, not even bothering to cover myself. Neither does the widow, as a matter of fact, since she is still kneeling and staring at me with a mixture of want and disbelief. I flex my fingers in the air as I frown, thinking if my foul mood will quickly pass. [Daddy] I cringe, squeezing shut my eyes while gritting my teeth as if the most ear-shattering noise in the world floods my head. [I know, I know, you’re mad at me] Damn right, I am! [Just hear me out. You have nothing to lose now anyhow] The widow winces at the growl ignited in my throat, and the way her body shudders does wonders to my mood. My mind empties as my focus shifts to the aroused nipples pointing tauntingly at me. [I’ll take your total silence as consent] Is there any point in trying to stop you? I ask myself if the Goddess wanted to punish me for my past transgressions by giving me a system like you. [Probably. Anyhow, no ma
Head tilted back, the widow props herself on her hands, pressing her palms on my abs. She must like the feel of me— these hard muscles I now have. Women had never leaned on me like this in my original body.Captivated by her rhythmic up and down movements, my breathing grows deep and fast, matching her every ascending and descending motion. My focus wavers between the incredibly warm feeling of her walls arousing every nerve ending on my cock and her flawless tits enticing me to feel them the more she arches her back. Completely bewitched, I reach out, and my palms cage the two alluring mounds, the nipples hardening as I ensnare them between my knuckles. Her cry of pleasure drives me to the edge, but right when I am about to explode inside her, she drops over my chest. Her breathing is swift and shallow, her body shuddering in a flood of sensations.“I’m not done yet, you know,” I whisper, tucking away a strand of her hair behind her ear before seizing her hips. With a fierce grip,
Squeezing tits as if they were stress balls and grinding my dick against juicy asses— the world is mine every time I dream. I've been having vivid dreams ever since I learned what makes my dick tick. This night is no different. As the sunlight creeps through the window and my fluttering eyelids, my sweet fantasy doesn’t fade away as expected. Instead, the experience intensifies as I focus on the body next to me. The widow’s nipple is almost hard enough to stab my palm, no need to mention my dick is stiff as well between her buttcheeks. Oh, there is no better way to start a day than this! "Good morning," I mumble as I kiss her neck. The widow moans softly and stretches, making my cock twitch in response. My hands find her hips, stroking them gently. “I see your vigor has returned,” she whispers. “My vigor was never the problem. You are the only problem I have to worry about right now.” My hand moves from her hip toward her inner thigh, searching for her sweet spot. “Tell me, Nao
Trying to play the hard part of being the dutiful blacksmith’s apprentice, here I stand next to the anvil with my facial muscles all tensed up, my eyes moving up and down following the hammer in motion as it falls upon the heated iron.All I can think of is that I don’t want to hit my fingers so I guess I’m pretty tense. Let’s just say that having a blacksmith’s memories doesn’t actually make you a blacksmith. Just as if someone were to have my memories, it wouldn’t make them the sex god I am. Of course, because David McConnell is one of a kind, in any universe he’s in. [Do you really want to make me barf? Your thoughts are obnoxious]Good! I was just about to start thinking of you.[...]No, no! Nothing obnoxious about you, you’re the best system ever![What do you want?]Oh, nothing really. I was just wondering what do you know about this world, Zhenaria.[Zhenaria is the country you’re in, named as such after the ruling dynasty, the Zhen dynasty. And Kerenza is the name of the wor