Previously
For a fantasy world, the sun looked the same, albeit a bit larger and redder with the moon being the same. Although, the night skies over here were brighter and more beautiful, clueless of the excessive light pollution of his previous world.
Willow sank back down, leaning against the river-bank and sitting upright as he brought out his dainty little fingers above his face, the sunâs rays spreading from his finger-tips. He enjoyed the seclusion nature provided him as he remembered that it would be one of the last moments of peace he would enjoy before tomorrowâs pivotal moment in history. He knew that by inheriting his emblem, his constitution would change - no, unshackled would be the better word - as Willow would have to deal with a number of suitors. Some would be gentle and civilized, but most were going to be savage and would want nothing more than to stuff him with their cocks.
How was he going to survive here?
Willow was weak, very weak, and he knew that. If it werenât for his sisterâs protection, he would have most likely been raped in a ditch by now. This was a rather primitive world where they focused more on advancements in war and personal power rather than science. Was science even a thing here?
Willow moaned as the brief cold wind washed over his nude body. âWhy on earth did I have to transmigrate into this boyâs body? If I had a choice, Iâd pick the sister over him any fucking day.â
He had a genuine appreciation for Elm both as the protagonist and the younger sister of the Maiden. She was aloof, tough and was absolutely beautiful but in a boyish manner - lusting for adventure and conquest but he knew that it was just her emblem and constitution kicking in. He was raring to see the look on the village chiefâs face tomorrow when he realized what a rare gem had been brought up in his town. Willow remembered the great shift in personality that would occur in Elm after the [Awakening] ritual tomorrow but knew that it would be a necessary change if she was to truly embrace her great role in this world.
He however, would be making a few minor tweaks to ensure that his future would be changed, and damned the consequences so long as it meant he wasnât forced to be a bride of someone. Willow knew it was selfish of him to do such a thing, but once they realized it was either that or he gets raped, raped, and raped, theyâd understand.
He had already prepared his great escape and a leisurely life as a rich, wealthy man somewhere far away from the prophesied war between the heroes and the Demon God. This world was dangerous but that was only if you didnât know where the treasures of this world were hidden. And as the gamer who had completed and found every route of the game, he was confident in his ability to amass enough power to live a laid-back life.
But of course, that plan entirely relied on the future he knew of, so the plan was still rather unreliable but it was the best he could think of.
He slid down into the water and blew bubbles before jumping out with a sudden splash. The sound echoed from how quiet his surroundings were.
âIâm sorry to the world but it wonât go the way you plan it to be.â Willow stared at the sky as he made the announcement. He would have looked cool. . . if the wind didnât blow at that exact moment.
âAh shit, itâs cold.â Willow turned to look at his clothes that were hung from a rope between two trees near the river-bank, hopping towards them as he felt his nipples stiffen from the sudden chilly breeze.
He dried himself off and changed into his clothes; consisting of a white tunic and brown, cotton pants that miraculously hid his shapely behind, before he felt like someone was watching him.
He turned his head around, trying to search for whoever was watching, but that was unneeded as a vile, green she-goblin with flaming red hair appeared from the bushes. It stood at the same height as a human child but itâs dwarf-like body appeared riddled with scars and muscles that made it seem more imposing than it should be.
One look at thetenting loins of the she-goblin and Willow knew what it had come for. The damn monster really looked even uglier now that he was seeing it in real life.
He took a look at his right hand and just as he thought, it was starting to become even more visible. Willow cursed his bad luck before he steeled his mind as he knew that he was going to have to fight. He quickly picked up a sharp rock from the shores of the river before pointing it at the she-goblin.
âIâve managed with my virginity intact for 15 years. Todayâs not gonna be the day, damnit.â Willow muttered under his breath. The she-goblin didnât appear to understand him as it began to snarl, a horrible stench appearing from its mouth.
It starts to circle him as he reciprocates the action. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he sensed itâs disgusting gaze lie upon his backside. He immediately covered his ass with his unoccupied hand as he tried to menacingly glare at the she-goblin.
It snickered at his attempt to look threatening, appearing to be turned on from seeing such a delicious morsel in front of it. As it looked like it was about to make a move soon, Willow really started to hate the fact that he hadnât been able to gain âskillsâ as easily as itâd been portrayed in most fantasy games or anime.
Usually, youâd just do an action, repeat it several times and youâd obtain/create a skill right? It wasnât that way in this world where your power system was decided by your race and therefore, racial patron deity. He hadnât been able to use any of his emblem skills since he hadnât awakened it yet (duh) but even if he did, he knew that Willowâs emblem was more support than damage oriented.
Willowâs thoughts were short-lived as he was forced to dodge to the side, escaping a lunge from the she-goblin. He fell on his butt and it started to hurt from the impact he had with the pebble-encrusted floor.
âDidnât your mother teach you how to treat a lady?â Willow said, wincing from the pain before he grabbed a number of pebbles and started throwing it at the she-goblin. âFuck, did I just call myself a lady?â
The she-goblin sent out a snarl, annoyed from the useless resistance from its prey before catching one of the pebbles Willow had thrown at it in mid-air as it slowly crushed the pebble to fine grains, all the while maintaining eye contact with Willow.
âShit.â Willow stopped throwing the pebbles as fear finally struck into the depths of his heart. He saw that what heâd done had angered the she-goblin, but since goblins and their variants only ever felt horny, the anger had flowed into its need to breed.
Willow had an eyeâs worth of cock as he felt like he wanted to puke. Right in front of his eyes, the she-goblinâs barbed cock rose past itâs cloth confines as it rubbed the many wart-like bumps on itâs cock as pre-cum started to spew from the slit in itâs cock. The salty, cold scent of the river was beginning to give way to the abhorrent smell of the she-goblinâs unwashed cock, dominating Willowâs sense of smell. Now, he really, really had to stop himself from puking.
He starts to shake as the she-goblin approaches before his fingers twitch, remembering that he still had a sharp rock in his hands as he pointed it at the she-goblin. âS-Stay away! Iâve got a rock and Iâm not afraid to use it!â
He tried to stand up and run away but couldnât feel his legs. Willow saw the she-goblin sniff the air and smelt his fear as it began to smile like a disgusting Cheshire cat and the veins on itâs barbed cock began to really beat. It shrieked loudly before it lunged at him, itâs barbed cock and tits swinging around in mid-air as Willow simply closed his eyes and cursed the gods for imposing the boyâs constitution onto him.
But then, he felt the wind shift and heard death, feeling something warm splat across his face.
âAre you okay, brother?â A feminine voice sounded.
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