"Master Blackblood... Master Blackblood... it's me, Lira... please, open your eyes!"
The voice was pleasant, caring — it felt like a warm meal wrapped in his mother's radiant smile. Krystian listened to the voice, half-dazed by the remnants of sleep that had just passed. Yet at that moment, something in his mind began to scream that something was wrong.
"Hidden venom... Master... What the fuck?"
Startled by the newly discovered aspect of the once-pleasant voice, Krystian suddenly opened his eyes. And the sight that met them shocked him to the core — before him, sitting astride his strangely numb legs, was a woman dressed in a fanciful maid outfit. And as if that wasn't strange enough, the mentioned woman had cat ears.
For a moment, Krystian couldn't utter a single word. The absurdity of the situation was overwhelming, resulting in a confused expression on the worried maid's face.
Lira, as she had introduced herself earlier, was dressed in a maid outfit of distinctly provocative design. Her straight black hair fell over her shoulders, and her golden, almost crystalline eyes drew attention as if they held something hypnotic within them.
Krystian thought that someone must have hired a model or a cosplayer to play a really cruel joke on him. However, remembering that he had no friends who would be willing to spend what was likely a large amount of money to hire this woman, the cause of the situation seemed to become even more incomprehensible.
Still dazed by what was happening, and as if ignoring everything else, he decided to test the reality of this woman. Guessing it might be a dream, yet the pain in his legs caused by the woman's weight clearly told him this wasn't a dream — and if it wasn't, Krystian decided to check one thing that would either reveal a glimpse of the truth or confuse him even more.
So, with a weak, almost sluggish movement, Krystian's right hand reached for the girl's left cat ear. Though he managed to catch a shadow of disgust in her eyes, Krystian kept his hand on her cat ear — and when he did, the pleasant texture of it, full of softness mixed with a delicate layer of fur, startled him. Because those ears — the woman's cat ears — were real.
,,Aaach...".
Lira's moan struck Krystian's ears intensely, seeming to bring him back to his senses — at least enough to start wondering what had just happened to him.
"Master Blackblood, breakfast is ready... please... khh..."
Lira seemed to resign herself to Krystian's actions. He noticed it — he didn't yet understand why, but that slight sense of control gave him a shadow of satisfaction, despite the faint venom in the woman's eyes.
Krystian, as someone who had learned to read people by being in the background and having often been exposed to the negative spectrum of human behavior in the past, was already slowly piecing together fragments of the puzzle based on her reaction. Although, at this moment, his analysis had turned into simple enjoyment of the current situation.
With a mischievous smile and still toying with her ear firmly, Krystian said,
"Just a moment longer..."
Still playing with the woman's cat ear and taking delight in her muffled reactions, Krystian began to look around the room he was currently in. First of all, he saw no outlets or electrical devices of any kind. However, on the ceiling hung a rather peculiar chandelier — instead of lightbulbs, it held candles. But not ordinary ones — interestingly, on the sides of the candles, Krystian noticed a strange magic circle, straight out of an anime or fantasy movie. The circle glowed with a red-yellow light. Even though Krystian knew nothing about runes or magic circles, it led him to a rather exciting conclusion in his opinion — he must have transmigrated into a fantasy world.
This news was exciting, so Krystian began to look around the room with even greater enthusiasm.
The furniture he saw seemed old-fashioned, classic, as if from another era, its appearance reminding him of films about Victorian aristocrats, although the furniture he saw seemed cheaper, more inferior, and seemed to be many years old.
Krystian realized he had entered a fantasy world. He didn't know how or why, and the faces of his closest family came to mind, which filled him with sadness. Fortunately, the maid's increasingly lewd moans seemed to counteract this negative feeling.
He understood, however, that such a game couldn't last very long, yet he didn't want to stop playing with his cat maid.
Krystian saw the woman trying to mask her dislike for him while simultaneously suppressing her moans. The simple conclusion was that he must have transmigrated into a fantasy world as a nobleman or someone with enough funds to afford such furniture and a maid, who could either be his slave. Or he must have possessed authority in the form of a noble title or something of similar importance.
Wanting to test the limits of his power over the maid, or to give vent to his desires, he decided to do something more powerful than petting the cat maid's ears.
Krystian's left hand, which had been lying along her body moments earlier, slowly moved to Lira's left breast.
The maid's muffled voice accompanied the pleasant touch. "Master..." However, Krystian didn't detect a shred of rebellion in her, aside from the growing venom in her voice.
If the situation had allowed itself to develop further, Krystian might have gone even further, if not for the appearance of a semi-transparent screen in his field of vision, which caused an instant interruption to his increasingly perverted thoughts.
"Come out, I'll be right back..."
Krystian removed both hands from the woman's body and issued an order in a serious tone.
The maid literally ran out of the bedroom without even adjusting her dress.
However, Krystian didn't even notice; he continued to stare steadily at the semi-transparent panel that hovered before his face, and after a moment, he began reading what was displayed on it.
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Recived Skill: [Molestation](lvl.1) [?]
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Krystian didn't know whether to laugh or continue staring in stunned surprise. But the sight of the system window and the scenery around him clearly and lucidly confirmed his previously speculated thesis. He had transmigrated into a fantasy world as a nobleman. Between the shock of his current situation and the excitement of fulfilling his dream, he noticed that his hands were strangely plump and large. However, his excitement momentarily overshadowed the rational part of his mind. Reading the name of his newly acquired skill once again, he continued to smile sheepishly until he noticed a small question mark next to his newly acquired skill level.
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Name: MolestationType: Mental-energeticElement: SpiritualMethod: Touch
Source: Inner Magical Power
Level: 1
Cooldown: None
Description:
Any sexual touch increases the target's destiny by a small percentage. With this ability, knowledge of experience is granted.
Effect:
• Increases desire for the user by a small percentage. (0.001-3%)
• User can gain access to experience (+0.001-10 XP)
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At first glance, the skill seemed crude and downright ridiculous, but after recalling the pleasure and joy he felt while playing with the body of his cat maid, Krystian changed his perspective on this peculiar skill and decided to look at it from a different perspective.
First and foremost, it was a passive experience gain, albeit a ridiculously small amount. However, considering his newfound preference for interacting with his maid, and perhaps other women who were lower in the hierarchy and likely his own, such passive experience gain could yield greater benefits over time.
The second positive effect of his new skill also seemed to appeal to the young nobleman. Slowly transforming women he was attracted to into nymphomaniacs hungry for his touch seemed like a pleasant and relaxing prospect.
However, remembering the breakfast Lira had called him to moments earlier, he decided to get up. However, here, Krystian noticed a major problem. He was fat, his hands, his body disgustingly bloated, not enough to require assistance getting to his feet, but enough to make him feel disgusted. The sight of his own body, a stark contrast to the lanky, masculine frame he'd had his entire life, made him understand why his maid's voice held so much hidden venom.
The difficulty in moving, the sluggish and slow movements, and the fact that, naked, he still couldn't see his penis when he looked down. Not because his equipment was small, but because his beer belly blocked his view.
"Fuck..."
Seeing the large mirror next to the nightstand, Krystian lumbered forward, as if his spirit was having difficulty controlling such a fat body. He walked over to the mirror and looked at his reflection.
He stared at his reflection with a disgusted look. His face was unattractive, slightly ugly, the extra fat adding to his negative points on the appearance scale.
And the comic twist is that the face Krystian sees in the mirror is the same one he's had his entire life, but in a version addicted to fatty foods.
Looking below the waist, Krystian laughed sarcastically at his own appearance. His equipment seemed ridiculously large, a sight that brought to mind ugly bastards straight from a rather brutal hentai anime. "So I'll have to do something about this...fuck..."
He said to himself, massaging his temple. He'd never been a fan of training, of physical strength training, but in this particular case, he understood he had to do something about it.
Krystian, slightly exhausted by the turn of events, still naked, sat on the edge of the bed and momentarily lost himself in his own thoughts.
He understood that this wasn't a dream; the amount of information that confirmed the reality of this world was unique. He had come to terms with this, but the feeling of longing for his parents and siblings still lingered.
To avoid losing himself in negative emotions, Krystian forced his thoughts to the fact that he was in a fantasy world. And the best way to do this was to further analyze his system.
"Status..."
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Name: Krystian von BlackbloodAge: 25Gender: MężczyznaRank: LandlordLevel: 27Class: Magic Adept[10 / 100 lvl][?]Tytle Tyrant, Cruel, Pervert, Landlord, Orphan [?]Blessing:None
Moral Status: Chaotic Neutral → tending towards Chaotic Evil [?]
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⚖️ ATRIBUTE :
• Strength: 62
• Dexterity: 48
• Endurance: 85
• Intelligence: 112
• Charisma: 66
[For a normal person without equipment and special classes, skills, supplies = 100]
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✨ BUFFY:
None
💀 DEBUFFY:
• Obesity (-25 to Strength, Dexterity, Endurance)
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🪶 Skill:
• Molestation.(passive) (lvl.1)
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That was a lot of information to process — but starting with his statistics.
Krystian was now completely naked, so no equipment boosted any of his attributes.
The main issue was his only debuff: [Obesity], which significantly reduced his physical capabilities. He also had no blessings, meaning his physical physiology aligned with that of an ordinary human being.
Speculating, Krystian viewed Blessings in a physical sense as an illogical increase in statistics — for instance, a small girl might possess superhuman strength despite lacking equipment or a large build.
Looking at his new surname, "von BlackBlood," even the sound of the name implied nobility. Yet, he seemed to be a landed nobleman, not a lord or baron. Based on his memories of medieval European hierarchy, Krystian concluded that as a landholder, he must be among the poorest kinds of nobles — his authority likely extended over no more than two villages. He didn't know how much land he possessed, but seeing numerous books beside an ornately decorated desk, he knew he would have to go through many documents later today to better understand his position in this world.
Thinking about that, Krystian walked to the nearest window, letting the fresh air clear his mind. Then he looked out at the buildings surrounding his estate, trying to gather more information through simple observation.
He saw a small market square, several stalls, and about fifteen to twenty people with distinctive features browsing or purchasing goods.
His bedroom seemed to be located on the first floor of his residence. Looking up and down, he could see wooden decks and a portion of the roof hanging a few dozen centimeters above his head.
A key detail about his residence stood out — it was built on an elevation, allowing the manor to rise above the villagers' homes like a small castle. At the base of the property, besides the dirt road, he noticed a garden full of rather unusual plants that he planned to examine later.
Looking at the village buildings filled him with mild disgust — most of the roofs were thatched, and the walls were made of wood. Only three buildings seemed to stand out; they were built of stone.
From the smoke rising from one of those buildings, he speculated that it must be the blacksmith's forge. The other two structures didn't offer a clear enough view to determine their purpose, but it was certain that they belonged to villagers with enough income to afford the resources needed to build with stone.
The last key detail Krystian managed to notice about the village was a road stretching outward — leading to what appeared to be a mine. It was quite a distance away; from his vantage point, he could only make out a small rectangular shape at the base of the mountain.
Further examination of the village would require a walk outside. But before stepping away from the window, he noticed a dark-skinned woman pouring the contents of a wooden bucket out of one of the windows and onto the street below.
His knowledge of life in medieval European towns was enough to leave an unpleasant taste in his mouth at that sight.
Returning to the examination of the system, Krystian sat on the edge of the bed and looked again at the semi-transparent screen before him.
His Class alone filled him with a surge of excitement — magic had always been something he dreamed of. With enthusiasm, he tapped the [?] icon to learn more.
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ClassK: Magic Adept
Level: 1
Type: Beginner mage
Description:A Magic Adept is the first rank on the path of mages — an individual who has awakened the flow of mana and can sense, gather, and shape it at a basic level.They do not yet belong to any particular school or style — they are a pure vessel of energy, from which either a healer or a destroyer may one day emerge
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Transmigration — Krystian understood his situation, at least enough to realize that he must have taken over the body of an alternate version of himself from another world. Or perhaps some higher being had arranged all of this. The exact cause didn't matter at the moment. However, it would explain why he possessed a class but no abilities. Classes might operate under different rules than skills — meaning he had inherited the body along with the class itself. That would require learning, though he had a strong feeling that this kind of study would be far more interesting than anything from his previous world.
The best source of information about his current self, however, were the titles he possessed:
Tyrant, Cruel One, Degenerate, Landholder, Orphan.
The first three clearly described who the previous owner of this body had been — and, ironically enough, in many ways, both versions of Krystian were quite similar, though with numerous differences. His ironic laughter confirmed that, as did the faint rise of sympathy he felt toward this world's version of himself, whose body he now inhabited.
Krystian had no doubt that, with the kind of power he now held, he too might have fallen into corruption and indulged in doing whatever he pleased.
Landholder was, of course, the title he had as a noble.
And Orphan meant that this world's version of his parents was dead — a realization that struck him with a deep sadness. Until he saw that title, he had hoped that having an alternate version of his family might make life here easier. That hope was now gone.
A low growl from his stomach tore him away from the stream of gloomy thoughts — he was hungry.
"Damn it…"
With effort, Krystian rose to his feet and walked to the wardrobe, beginning to dress in something that could be described as daywear — or simply what appealed to him by appearance alone.
Black, well-fitted trousers — likely tailored — made from a light, elastic fabric that allowed for freedom of movement. Along the seams ran a subtle red stitch depicting a wolf motif.
A black shirt made of a slightly shimmering, satin-like fabric. The cuffs were embroidered with red thread in the shapes of tiny wolves or drops of blood. Buttons of black onyx contrasted elegantly with the rest of the outfit.
A long black coat, its color as deep as ink, lined with a thin layer of dark red silk. The high, slightly raised collar was adorned with embroidery resembling pulsing veins or magical runes. On the left breast — a subtle family crest: a red wolf holding a hunted deer in its jaws.
He completed the look with dark boots. The color palette was rather unusual for a medieval fantasy world, and the coat's design hinted at a vaguely Nordic style. Yet Krystian couldn't deny that, because of his heavy build, even such fine clothing didn't look flattering on him.
Sighing at the state of his body, Krystian left his bedroom with a serious expression on his face.