The New World
Copyright© 2024 by Dark Apostle
Chapter 7: Returning home
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: Returning home - The story follows James Smith, a man who dies and finds himself in a surreal afterlife courtroom, where his life is judged as "zero sum"—neither good nor evil, just utterly average. Dissatisfied with being consigned to eternal mediocrity, he manipulates the cosmic bureaucracy into granting him a second chance in a new world, where he is reincarnated as a child with his memories intact and perks... - edited by my lovely Steven.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Mult Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fan Fiction Farming High Fantasy Rags To Riches Restart Alternate History DoOver Extra Sensory Perception Body Swap Furry Magic Incest Mother Sister Politics Royalty Violence AI Generated
James sat in the carriage, staring ahead, feeling tired all the way through his body. They were finally heading home after a long day. He was completely knackered. He forgot how, being young again, he could get tired so fast. Back when he was an adult, an entire day of work barely fazed him, but now he just wanted to lie down. He sighed and leaned back in the seat, listening to the wheels rattling over the dirt road.
“You alright?” his father asked, glancing over.
“Yeah, pa, just a bit tired.”
“I’ll bet, long day,” his pa said, grinning. “You can nap when we get home.”
“Thanks, pa.”
He told himself he should be used to it with all the chores they did every day, but it still hit him hard. He just shook it off and started thinking about what he’d bought. He had two rings now—one for invisibility and one for finding shit. He didn’t even know how good the finding ring was, or how specific he had to be. He was more excited about the buff, though. If it worked anything like Fallout 4 or Skyrim, it’d boost his stats for a day. He figured he should wait to use it when he really needed to do something big, not waste it just to see what it did.
He also wanted to test the finding ring with Bob. So far, everything Bob had found was totally random as shit—like an old spoon, a rusty fork, maybe some junk if they were lucky. But if James could get the ring to work with Bob, then maybe Bob could go looking for shit while James was working or even asleep. That would be so much better than leaving it all up to luck. With the ring, Bob could be more precise. James grinned just thinking about all the stuff Bob might bring back.
While his dad knew about the invisibility ring, James just wanted to keep it secret from everyone else for now. If he didn’t use it for a while, dad would probably forget about it, especially if the finding ring worked. Besides, he had his own ideas. The first thing he thought about was using it to spy on his mother—just watching her around the house, especially her big tits, and she wouldn’t even know he was there. That made him smirk. But there was more he could do, too. Maybe when he was older, he could sneak into town and steal shit, or better yet, pull a Varys—find secrets, gather gossip, and sell information just like the master of whispers himself. For the first time in a while, James felt like he actually had some power, and it was all up to him how to use it.
Once the carriage was stored and the horse fed, James made his way to his small bed—the cramped, shadowy space beneath his parents’ larger frame. He collapsed, not even bothering to undress, and was out cold in seconds, barely noticing the muffled sounds of the rest of the family settling down around him. His world went dark.
He was woken the next morning by that fucking cockerel again, its screech splitting the silence with no mercy. He blinked awake, not realizing he’d slept straight through the night without even turning over. Body stiff but mind already buzzing, he got up and stepped outside, pissing in the grass just past the threshold as the morning mist burned off. Thanks to the meal his dad bought in town, he wasn’t even starved. Bob trailed after him, rolling along lazily, and together they got through the morning chores—feeding the animals, fetching water, sweeping the dirt floor. By now, it was almost routine.
Chores finished, James escaped to his favorite perch: the big, gnarled tree at the edge of their small farm. He climbed up to his usual branch, sat with his back to the trunk, and waited for everyone else to wake up. Bob bounced his way up the tree, settling on his leg, content as always.
With a rush of anticipation, James called up the stat screen. Just like in the games he used to play, a translucent panel appeared, floating in front of his vision. He could see his own figure, a rough but recognizable avatar. He tugged off his shirt, and the model on the screen mimicked him—shirt gone, pale skin showing. He put it back on, and the screen updated instantly. Hm, not bad. Next, he placed both rings in his palm. The stat screen showed them there, too, each one with its own little icon.
He scrolled over to the perks tab and read his stats:
Strength: 2 Perception (+) 15 Endurance: 4 Charisma: 2 Intelligence (+) 13 Agility: 5
That was interesting—and about right, considering he could scramble up trees like a monkey. Below the stats, he noticed a new perk:
Wasteland Whisperer: When you successfully pacify a wasteland creature, you can give it specific commands.
He grinned. Bob’s icon pulsed at the edge of the screen. Under equipment, he saw:
Ring of Finding
Ring of Invisibility
Putting the Invisibility ring on, James instantly vanished from anyone’s sight. Looking down, he saw nothing but the branch beneath him. Bob didn’t even notice—just dozed contentedly, puddled around his leg. James tabbed over and, just to experiment, dragged the ring of finding’s icon from his inventory over to Bob’s icon. The slime blinked, waking up and staring at the empty space where James was.
“Can you see me, Bob?” he asked, curious.
Bob couldn’t—James was invisible—but the slime still had some sense of where he was. Maybe it was their taming bond, or maybe something more primal. James couldn’t help but feel a little thrill.
“Okay, Bob,” James said, feeling a little ridiculous talking to a slime. “Find me a pair of boots, my size, fit for walking—and use appraisal to make sure they’re not owned. The last thing I want is to have someone chasing me. Bring them to me.”
Bob blinked with his weird, jelly-like eyes.
The slime paused for a second as if thinking, then hopped right off the tree branch. James instinctively leaned forward, half-worried that Bob might splatter himself all over the ground. But no, the little guy just hit the dirt, bounced like a gummy ball, shook it off, and was off, squelching away into the brush. James let out a surprised laugh and shook his head.
“Fucking indestructible,” he laughed.
Now alone, James eyed the vial—the buff potion. It only works for 24 hours, so he knew he had to save it. If he were really only 8, he would impulsively try it right now. But he was an adult, so he will wait until absolutely needed
James heard the rumble of heavy wagons out on the road. The mason had arrived with his crew, two big wagons stacked high with tools, timber, stone, and barrels of building supplies. Dust swirled around the wheels as a dozen men pulled up just past the gate, keeping their heads down and waiting for instructions.
The mason himself climbed down first, wiping sweat from his brow. He glanced at his crew and barked, “No one gets off the wagons until I have the money in my hand. That’s the rule, boys.”
Garrick, already waiting by the path, nodded. “Fair enough,” he said, and counted out the coins from a heavy pouch. He handed over astack of ten silvers. “Good thing I changed a gold to silver in town,” he remarked, mostly to himself. “Never thought I’d see the day a house would run me two and a half gold.” Garrick waited until the mason counted the coins, then handed over the next set of ten silvers. Once all 83 silvers had been counted, he put away his purse.
The mason chuckled, shaking the coins in his palm. “Silver always talks, friend.” He flashed a quick grin, then turned and surveyed the land with a sharp eye. James could see him sizing everything up—the crooked old house, the overgrown field, the bare patch where the grass never grew. “I never gave you my name, it’s Raymond.”
The rest of the family was buzzing, chattering, and jumping around the way kids do when something big is happening. Even the little ones couldn’t hold still. James’s mother gripped his arm, excitement shining in her eyes. The air felt electric.
Raymond paced around the house, then called over to Garrick. “If you want my advice, we’ll start with the second house—the new one. It’ll be faster and cheaper that way. Once it is finished, you and your lot can move your things in there, then we’ll tear down this place and build it up proper. Be a fitting tribute to your uncle’s memory, don’t you think?”
Garrick nodded, looking pleased. “That sounds good to me.”
“Let’s call over your wife and discuss the floor plan. I’m sure she has opinions, and it avoids problems by talking about it first. I can start the men clearing the area while we talk.”
Raymond waved his men off the wagons, and the workers got busy right away, rolling their carts over to the spot Mason pointed out. James watched as they started leveling the ground, driving in stakes, and marking off the corners with rope. Dirt flew as shovels bit into the earth. There was a rhythm to it, a confidence in the way they worked that made everything seem possible.
Raymond turned to Marta, “You two need to decide which side will have the door, where the kitchen is, and how many bedrooms. The standard layout is the kitchen and fireplace on the left side, with the door opening into the main yard. With a house this size, you can have one large bedroom or two or three smaller ones. There will be planks above the rafters for storage. If you want a root cellar, it will cost you four more silvers.”
Garrick held up his hand, “Give us a few minutes. This is a lot to consider all at once.” He then led his wife back into their house for a discussion. James figured that he was using the original house to point out potential layouts.
The family stood around the yard watching the workmen digging the ground to make it level. Just then, their dad came out, “Everyone, get your chores done. They will be here for weeks. He went over to Raymond and they started talking. Raymond pulled out a piece of slate and started drawing the floor plan, seeking confirmation of Garrick’s decisions.
After they finished, Garrick called Bert, his oldest brother, over.
“Alright, while they’re working, we’re going to head into town for supplies and new clothes. The rest of you will get a turn later. For now, finish your chores, and we’ll be back before dinner.”
James grinned, already imagining the new shirts and a coat he might pick out. As they left, he turned and took in the sights. The old house stood crooked and tired in the late morning sun, but now—surrounded by busy hands and the sound of laughter—it felt like something new was finally beginning.
He couldn’t help but notice the way Raymond kept staring at Marta’s tits all day. The man was subtle enough to avoid outright gawking, but not enough to fool anyone paying attention. James watched, barely hiding his grin. On a whim, he slipped on his ring of invisibility and blinked out of view—not that anyone noticed his absence.
When Marta came over to look at the work, James gave in to a wicked urge. He reached out, invisible, and bounced both her breasts in his hands. Marta gasped, eyes wide, and hurried back to the house, face flushed and mouth tight with shock. Raymond didn’t even seem embarrassed—if anything, he just groaned at the sight, his cock visibly straining against his trousers before he caught himself. A few of his men noticed and snickered, but Raymond quickly barked at them to get back to work. At least he kept things moving—James liked that about him. There was a certain professionalism, even with the unexpected distraction.
Later that afternoon, Garrick returned from town with a new—well, new to them—cart, the wheels creaked less than the old ones, and the entire cart seemed sturdier. He paused by the construction site, eyes wide as he took in the progress. The ground was leveled and the entire foundation was already laid out, with stakes and strings marking out the floor plan for the house.
“This is moving a lot faster than I expected,” Garrick admitted. “You have the entire foundation prepared.”
Raymond shrugged, pride and efficiency in every gesture. “You lucked out. We just finished a job, so there were extra hands looking for work. Starting the new house is simpler since we can do everything right from the start. If the weather holds, we’ll be ready for the roof in two weeks. You can move in a month, and then we can start tearing down your first house.”
“Fantastic. I’m glad I picked you,” Garrick replied, clapping him on the shoulder.
That night at dinner, the family crowded around the table, the air thick with the scent of stew and anticipation. Garrick stood, cleared his throat, and made a few announcements. “Thanks to James, our lives are about to change for the better. Next month, we’ll move into the new house, and the workmen will then replace this one. By the end of summer, the boys will have the new house, and the rest of us will stay here. Everyone will finally have some space.”
The room erupted in excited chatter, the kids’ voices rising as they imagined beds of their own and windows that didn’t leak or have drafts.
Garrick continued, “Marta will be buying you all a new outfit and winter coats. The old ones can go to the poor—we’ll be comfortable this winter for once.” More cheers, more excitement.