MILF Fantasy in Another World
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Chapter 13: Will you break your words?
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 13: Will you break your words? - Nineteen-year-old David dies and is reincarnated into a magic world as an 18-year-old with the same name, forbidden from revealing his past. As an experienced RPG gamer, he chooses three unique skills: Adaptive Body (S), Inspect (C), and Skill Crafter (F). Reborn as David Luster, he uses Skill Crafter and designs sexually manipulative skills like Touch of Lust (F) and Lustful Thoughts (F). His plan is to corrupt his busty step-mother, Elaine, and married stepsister...
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction High Fantasy Isekai Magic Spanking Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Babysitter BBW Big Breasts Body Modification ENF Slow
“Why did you do it, David Luster?” Derisa’s voice was firm, her sharp gaze fixed on him.
David met her stare, his expression unreadable. “I’ve done many things in my life ... You’ll have to be more specific.”
“You stood against a Demonic Wolf,” she said, her tone edged with suspicion. “It slaughtered ten Royal Guards—highly trained warriors—without hesitation. And yet, you faced it, barehanded. Why?”
A slow, almost amused smile crossed David’s lips. “Because running wouldn’t have saved me. That thing would’ve caught up after finishing off the rest of the kids. I chose to fight instead of dying a cowardly death.”
One Hour Earlier – The Forest
“Take this sword.” Dana tossed a blade toward David, her expression grim. “Today, you either run—or get eaten.” So she got off the wagon.
David caught the sword, his heart pounding, as he hurried after her. The moment he emerged, he saw seven Royal Guards surrounding the massive beast. Another guard, slightly apart from the group, was hunched over, whispering urgently into a glowing crystal.
David edged closer.
“We need backup, ma’am! There are too many wolves—”
The crystal crackled, and a firm yet distant voice responded. “I’ll be there in exactly five minutes. Keep the children safe—they are our future.”
“Understood, ma’am.” The guard smashed the crystal against the ground, drawing his sword.
David clenched his jaw.
Five minutes. I just have to survive 300 seconds.
He glanced at the Demonic Wolf, its glowing red eyes locked onto its prey.
‘If I run, it’ll chase me. And I can’t die before I’ve fucked all the MILFs—
I am not going down that easily.’
A steely determination settled over him as he gripped the sword.
Back to the Present...
Derisa studied him for a long moment before nodding. “You’ve proven yourself. A real man, even at your young age. Most would have fled without hesitation. Yet you stood your ground, despite your wounds.”
She straightened her back. “You have earned the favor of a knight. Ask for anything within my power, and I shall grant it.”
David barely paused before responding. “A kiss—lip to lip, for one minute.”
Swish.
Before the words fully left his mouth, Derisa’s sword was at his throat. Metal shone, her eyes burning with silent fury.
“Well ... That escalated quickly,” David said, smirking despite himself.
Derisa’s expression remained rigid. “You mock a knight’s honor, boy?”
“I’m only asking for what you promised,” he countered, his smile unwavering. “You said you’d grant anything within your power. A kiss is hardly beyond your abilities.”
Derisa’s grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, her knuckles white. Then, abruptly, she sheathed it, her face turning red.
“I am much older than you,” she muttered, refusing to meet his gaze. “I can’t grant that request. Choose something else.”
David tilted his head. “Tell me ... How much weight does a Royal Knight’s word carry?”
Derisa frowned. “More than their life.”
David’s smile widened. “So ... will you break yours?”
David leaned back in his bed, a sly grin tugging at his lips as he stared at the flushed woman before him. “Will you break your word, Madam Derisa?” he asked, voice low and teasing.
Derisa’s face burned a deep crimson. “F-Fine, but only a kiss ... and fast,” she stammered, her voice trembling. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips parting ever so slightly.
David’s eyes softened. He reached out, cupping her warm cheeks in his hands. “Remis...” he whispered, his breath brushing against her skin as he closed the distance between them.
The moment their lips touched, a system message flickered into his vision:
[Warning: Due to high-level differences, skill had no effect on Target.]
‘Damn it ... I knew it,’ David thought bitterly. ‘My level decides who my skills work on. She’s too strong — I can’t use them on her.’