Day 591 in This World
Continent 2, 4 AM
Nesray City, a mid-sized city of modern brick and mortar buildings, thrives on trade from nearby dungeons. Though a forested mountain pass to the southwest makes crossing impossible, it's about 700 kilometers from the port city where Manta's crew landed.
In the luxurious mansion of the southern deputy lord—think smaller than a viscount but grander than a baron—a scene unfolds.
Thump-thump-thump… Thud-thud… Thud-thud-thud…
In the lavish bedroom of Drago, the deputy lord's son, spacious enough for a badminton court, a massive soft bed big enough for ten lies in the center. A young woman, bare as the day she was born, rests atop it, while a man makes noises on the floor below.
Drago, a decently handsome man in his early 20s with a slightly muscular build, bounces wildly on the bed with a giant pillow, as if lost in a dream, drenched in sweat.
"Urghhh… Urrr… Seaneight…!"
Thwack! Creak… Thud-thud-thud…
He writhes, pressing himself against the bed's base. His dreamy thrashing rouses the woman above, who'd been fast asleep.
"Hmm?"
Seaneight, a slightly tanned young woman with toned, not overly bulky muscles, lies bare, showing her strength. She slowly opens her eyes, groggily sitting up.
Yawn~~
"Urgh… Urrr… Seaneight, my naughty little Rab… Urgh, urghhh… No, I can't… Ohhh!!!"
"Hmm…"
"Can't take it, Seaneight… Can't take it anymore… Ohhhhh!!!! … Huff, huff…"
Rippp!
"Urk… Not even 12 rounds? Hmm, 10? Pretty tough, Drago. Strong enough to attack me on the bed…"
Fwoosh, fwoosh…
Watching Drago revel in his blissful dream, only to get smacked on the cheek, Seaneight slides to the bed's edge. She playfully nudges his body with her foot, teasing the guy who dared mess up her face.
"Ohhh, Seaneight, I'm not satisfied yet… Heh heh, you're all dazed and spent, huh? Acting cool outside, but on the bed, just a timid little Rab… Let's keep going, heh heh, come on!"
"Hmph…"
"Urghhh, ohhh, naughty, huh? Come here! Heh heh heh!"
Seaneight (me) chuckles, picturing Drago's headspace right now. She steps off the bed, planting her foot on the pillow over his crotch, striding over him to the luxurious bathroom to wash up.
The bathroom's a masterpiece: a fancy sink, a suspiciously advanced flush toilet (did locals invent this or some past hero?), a gem-encrusted tub that heats or cools water with MP (like those pricey magic battleships from Chapter 42), and a shower piped from a rooftop tank filled by water mages, linked to public systems for uninterrupted flow. Honestly, this tech is insane…
Seaneight (me) fills the tub with warm water using MP, then checks her reflection in the sink's mirror with a sly grin.
Hmm… This face, all mussed up like this? Kinda erotic. Just missing some sweaty sheen… She wipes off white stains, washes with expensive soap, and slips into the perfectly warm tub, soaking in bliss.
Phew~
Getting addicted to this power trip…
Oh!
Sorry, friends, for not seeing Grace's real (male) body—a pervert who'd mess around with crafted bodies or send female clones for yuri antics worldwide without warning, or even hand them to guys for… advance negotiations.
Deep down, I'm still 100% a guy, not trans or anything. But crafting a normal female body with my mind inside? I don't mind getting cozy with guys (in those bodies only). It's like being born a girl who remembers a past life…
Why bring this up? Just setting the record straight before I dive into the embarrassing stuff!
If you're wondering what playbook I've been using lately to conquer the world, beyond my first plan of controlling everything from the shadows…
End of Chapter 79
World Domination, Beyond the First Plan