Weird Way to Cultivate
Copyright© 2026 by Aphelious
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - In this world, cultivators and mages fought for thousands of years to prove who was stronger. Cultivators could live very long and kept getting more powerful over time, while mages died much sooner even with special potions. Because of this, cultivators slowly became much stronger and mages lost their old power. Then a poor young boy from a small village got a special system that lets him become stronger by doing perverted things, and it all started when he accidentally saw his mother fingering
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Romantic Fiction Magic Demons Incest Mother Sister Daughter Aunt BDSM Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Hairy Small Breasts Teacher/Student
In a countryside located in a mountainous area, there’s a village called ‘Ariana Village’ it was home by some folks to live their life filled with peace and quiet.
This small village had always enjoyed a peaceful existence, with its only significant threat being the periodic beast attacks that occurred every twenty years.
These attacks were triggered by a phenomenon known as a Mana Surge, a rare and chaotic event where the ambient mana in the area became unusually dense and unstable.
During a Mana Surge, the overwhelming concentration of mana disrupted the natural balance of the world, causing tears in the fabric of reality.
These tears gave birth to dungeons, pockets of distorted space teeming with wild beasts and untamed energy.
The dungeons served as gateways, releasing hordes of feral creatures that instinctively attacked anything in their path as they fought their way toward the heart of civilization, drawn to areas brimming with life and vitality.
Luckily an organization known as the Beast Suppression Corps, always deal with this kind of problems to lessen the casualty. They specialized in handling dungeon raids and Outbreakers.
Outbreakers are feral creatures and beasts that escape from dungeons when the dungeon reaches its limit of accommodation.
When the dungeon becomes overwhelmed by the sheer number of creatures or the buildup of unstable mana, it opens a gate, releasing these beasts into the outside world. These escaped creatures are collectively known as “Outbreakers,” spreading chaos wherever they go.
In the village there was a house located in the far side seeming like it was already outside of the location of the village.
There was a cozy, rustic house nestled amidst a vibrant forest. The two-story house, adorned with a red tiled roof and white walls, exudes a charming charm.
{Charming charm, I don’t know if that’s a word but moving on}
A welcoming wooden porch with a railing extends from the front, overlooking a small garden. A well, constructed from stone, stands in the front yard, its wooden bucket hanging from a pulley system.
There’s also a clothesline strung between two posts, with freshly laundered white clothes hanging on it. The house is enveloped by a dense forest, its tall trees and lush greenery creating a serene atmosphere.
Stone pathways wind their way from the front of the house towards the well and into the depths of the forest.
And in the well a mature woman sat gracefully by the well washing clothes, her long brown hair cascading down her back in a loose braid, adorned with a delicate pink and blue ribbon.
Her vibrant brown eyes sparkled warmly as she worked, her lips curling into a gentle, inviting smile.
Despite her age that seems to be in thirties, her figure was undeniably striking, she possessed a voluptuous hourglass shape reminiscent of a young woman, with a bust measuring 99 cm and a slim waist of 58 cm.
Her hips, curvaceous and balanced, measured 90 cm, giving her an elegant, feminine silhouette.
Standing at 172 cm, she carried herself with the same grace and poise of someone much younger, her white dress gently hugging her curves, the low-cut neckline subtly accentuating her buxom frame.
Her movements were soft and fluid as she washed clothes, each gesture exuding warmth and maternal care.
Her sweat draped down to her face all the way to her breast, showing her pink nipples inside due to its thin fabric.
Suddenly a light footstep sounded behind her as she stopped to look back, the boy had black hair with a cute and innocent face.