(Basically, I posted this in my Pat-reon but got flagged for the R18 scenes. So I post it here. Still under work and mostly drafts that is subjected for changes in the future.)
My name is Rayven Ashe. I'm 22 years old. My apartment is in the outer part of the city, where all the cheap, narrow complexes are, and I am not married. I work as an office clerk at a small company, and I'm usually home no later than 8 PM.
I do smoke cheap cigarettes and spend most of my nights watching anime, reading web novels and playing games until I fall asleep. I try to get at least five hours of rest, no matter how late it gets. After waking up, I feel exhausted, but I still drag myself to work because that's what life demands.
I have no aspirations, no goals, and no expectations for the future. I just want to get through each day without causing trouble for anyone. That is how I live, and that is who I am.
I know it sounds meaningless—but that's fine. A quiet, empty life suits me. Because in the end, dreams, hopes and ambitions are not for a faceless background character like me.
However, my monotonous life changed after that fateful night.
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That Saturday night, I left the office at 8 PM sharp and wandered to the night market near work to enjoy a little since today is my payday.
The familiar food stalls glowed under paper lanterns, the smell of grilled meat drifting through the crowded aisles. I sat at a small table, ordered my usual dinner, and—on a whim—added a few bottles of cheap beer to chase away the week's stress.
By the sixth bottle, the edges of the world had gone pleasantly blurry. That was when she suddenly appeared.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken? The others are full."
I waved lazily, not even looking up. "Go ahead."
But when she sat down, I made the mistake of meeting her eyes. And in that moment, everything stopped.
She was beautiful. No—beautiful wasn't enough. She was something that rewrote my definition of beauty just by existing.
Shoulder-length black hair crowned with a ribbon, black-rimmed glasses framing her black pupils that seemed to swallow me whole. Long lashes that fluttered like wings. A smile that could shatter a man's defenses with ease. Her body was wrapped in a black, off-shoulder sweater dress that clung tightly to curves too perfect to be real. Stockings and thigh-high boots completed her figure, turning the entire night market grey in comparison.
For a romantically hopeless virgin like me that is destined to stay a single dog for the rest of my life, simply being in the eyes of a dreamy goddess like her is enough to make this encounter a highlight of my entire life!
Perhaps feeling flustered by her dazzling presence. I quickly straighten my usually bent spine and secretly tidy up my unkempt hair.
Seeing my blushing cheek and flustered face, she laughed lightly with a hand covering half her face.
But despite the laughter, I feel no ridicule or mockery that other women usually display. Instead, her laughter felt like a genuine amusement.
"H-Hello!"
I open my mouth to take the initiative to greet. But my flustered and tipsy mind made me fumble my words which made her laugh even more.
"Sorry. Sorry. But you look very cute when you are flustered, little brother." She said and waved her hand to dispel the awkwardness.
"C—Cute?"
For some reason, being called cute and a little brother makes me feel restless like something crawling under my skin, electrifying and somehow, pleasant.
Perhaps never once receiving any praise from the opposite sex except for my own mother, receiving one from such a beautiful lady made my body and mind jolted.
Feigning a cough, I try to act gentlemanly… as gentlemanly as I possibly could and ask if she is willing to be treated to a meal by me.
"Hmn? Wanting to treat this older sister to a meal? Quite bold. But I don't dislike it." She said, her smile blooming even more as she leaned her head on her arm and gazed at him.
"Sure. I'll accompany you for a drink too. Consider this a gift from this older sister for our first meeting."
Excitedly, I lift my hand up in the air like a student eager to answer in class and call out to the stall owner to order more food and beer.
We spent a few hours chatting, eating and drinking away.
Each moment felt incredibly short especially as the time soon reached midnight.
Without even noticing, we both spent nearly four hours chatting and drinking.
I didn't even care about the enormous bill raked up by the constant order of alcohol as my eyes stayed fixed on her, dazzled by her dreamlike beauty.
But as the time reached 12 PM, even the stall was closing down.
My mind felt foggy and drowsy from drink bottle after bottle of beer as we talked.
When the time came for us to part ways and end the night, I felt unwilling. However, I am also self conscious about myself.
Perhaps, for this beauty. Sitting with me and drinking is just a momentary spur of interest or just wanting to mooch off a simple guy like me.
But I don't care.
Even if it's a momentary interest.
Even if it's just being used.
Even if it's a pity.
I don't care!
My heart had long been ensnared by her siren-like voice, her bell-like laughter, her dazzling smile, her soul sucking gaze!
This! This is my love at first sight!
I lift my downcasted head and look at her straight in the eyes despite the drunkenness that clouded my mind. She seems to expect it as she looks at me with an amused smile adorning her lips.
"Sis— Miss… Lili…"
"Hmn? What's wrong, little brother?" She reacted, her smile deepened with a hint of mischief.
"Don't tell me you feel reluctant to part with this sister?"
For some reason, being called a little brother makes me feel frustrated deep in my heart and my head lowered, wallowing in my own inferiority. Like I was looked down upon and belittled. Never taken seriously by her.
Seeing my frustrated look, she seemed to have expected this outcome and her smile fully bloomed as she extended her long and dainty fingers to caress and lift my chin up until our eyes met before she took a step closer, her lips inches away from my ears.
"If you are lonely," She whispered with her bewitching voice and lightly blew her breath into my ears, "this Onee-san doesn't mind keeping you company for the night."
My world immediately spun. My heart raced with palpation and my head dizzy.
"So. What would you choose?"
I opened my mouth before she could even finish her words. My words are desperate like a drowning man in the wild northern sea, clutching at the only lifeline.
"Yes! Please!"
Delighted and pleased by his answer, her hand slipped into mine—soft, warm and firm as she pulled me through the empty streets until we reached a dimly lit motel
My mind is hazy and clouded.
Each step wobbled as my sense of balance was skewed by my drunken state.
But the memories of my hand clutching on to her warm and smooth hand is as clear as the sun in the sky.
When we finally reached a room. She lightly pulled me in and closed the door shut behind her before turning around.
At that point, my mind is fighting off the influence of alcohol. Struggling to keep my head sober for the most momentous moment in my life.
She pulled me into a warm embrace. Our body heat clearly felt despite layers of clothing between us and my eyes staying locked at her, her bewitching abyss-like eyes had long ensnared me like a hopeless prey on a spiderweb.
Only now did I notice that she is quite tall. Nearly a head taller than myself when my own height was not short at all, at 181 cm.
Her soft curves and voluptuous body is like a quicksand that traps my hands, unable to break free from her clutches.
Then she pushed me onto the door with surprising strength and her hands pinned mine against the door. Her lips claimed mine, hungry and demanding. Her tongue coiled like a serpent, overwhelming me. My body weakened, my thoughts drowned in her irresistibly soft yet dominating presence.
Minutes passed.
My lungs soon ran out of air as she sucked everything out from me. My vision turned cloudy and my body felt weak as if boneless.
My body sank deeper into the comfort of her flesh until I reached the verge of passing out then she finally parted our lips.
My vision felt cloudy and I felt breathless, hungrily taking in fresh air into my oxygen deprived lungs as I collapsed but supported by her delicate yet strong arms.
Even so, my dazed eyes remain locked to hers and I noticed her appraising gaze sweep through me from top to bottom. But stuck midway exactly where my pants were with a large tent pitched there and throbbing like an angered beast awakened from its slumber.
"Hehe. Your little brother seems quite eager to meet this big sister." She said and lowered her back on me, her hands traced up from my thigh to my crotch before she forcefully grasped my wild and unruly 'little brother'.
Immediately my breath hitched. The sensation, even if divided by layer of fabrics, felt immensely stimulating, both physically and mentally.
Then, she skillfully undone the belt and zips before releasing the angry little beast slumbering within. Her eyes sparkled and couldn't help but measure it with her own hands as comparison.
At the length of 18 CM, I could confidently say I won the genetic lottery and possessed the length above average men. But the length is hardly the real MVP. The true MVP is the thick girth.
Seeing this, an imperceptible glint flashes through her eyes as her smirk curled deeper.
"Wow! I didn't know this little brother was hiding a dragon underneath." She gasped but her expression betrayed any hint of surprise.
Her smile turned mischievous. Her fingers grasp my dick before she slowly and deliberately strokes it with her silky smooth fingers.
She moved me to the bed, one stocking clad leg pressing on my crotch and pushing against my hip as I unconsciously grind against it following the rhythm of her hand.
My dick twitched violently and leaking out precum. This foreign yet intoxicating pleasure quickly drove me to the abyss of indulgence. My mind blanking as my breath turns increasingly ragged like the growl of a beast.
Then, she suddenly stopped which made my hazy mind sober up for a split second to see her take off her sweater dress and unclasp her black laced bras to reveal a pair of jiggly and bouncy white peaks. Her expression is filled with mischief. Her action unhurried as she took off parts of her clothes.
Just a stroke more! He could feel it. He was hovering over the abyss of pleasure and just a step short from the promised bliss.
Every second felt like torture as my dick twitched helplessly and my restless hands trying to reach for it, to release myself from this unbearable torture.
However, a pair of hands caught my palms and pinned them to the bed. My thighs and crotch grind helplessly but her leg ensures I remain under her mercy.
"What's wrong, little brother?" She asked, her voice sultry and alluring like the whisper of a succubus tickling his ear.
"M—Miss… Lili…" I called out with a desperate plea.
But she shook her head and said, "Nope, wrong answer." Then she gave me a hint. "What do you say when asking for help?"
"P—Please…?"
"Please what?" she purred, her tone laced with amusement. She straddled on top of me, hips rolled slow and merciless, dragging me closer to the edge only to pull back at the last second. The friction was maddening, exquisite torture.
I tried to form the words, but they dissolved into a ragged moan. My body arched upward of its own accord, every nerve strung tighter than a bowstring as my sanity slipped.
Her laughter—low, melodic, inhumanly sweet—wrapped around me like chains. She leaned close, lips grazing my ear, and whispered, "Say it properly… call for your big sister. Beg me."
Shame and desire warred within me, but in the end, lust claimed victory. It was a battle I could never win.
"Big sister… please, I can't—"
The moment when I answered correctly, she didn't even wait until I finished and hover her head above my dick, her tongue licking her lips as if staring at a scrumptious meal. Her head took a plunge, her tongue danced skillfully and as agile as a snake along my length but didn't stop until she reached all the way to the base, her nose inhale my masculine scent like an intoxicating fragrance, her throat bobbed with each twitch of my dick, her throat constrict and squeeze the gland and shaft skillfully, her lungs expand to form a powerful vacuum suction that further elevates the feeling of euphoria.
I gasped and howled until my throat was hoarse, my voice cracked and choked, unable to breathe. My hip thrust up desperate as if my primal instinct awakened in a life and death situation. My back arched from the immense relief and pleasure that shot up my spine to my brain like an explosive of chemical cocktail flooding every corner of my cranium. My eyes dilated and dazed before rolling back into my skull.
My body felt weightless and my hip lifted high as if my very soul was sucked out from my body and shot out from the stratosphere into deep space.
Only after a whole minute did she finally let go as my slick and wet dick coated with her saliva slid out from her throat and made a satisfying 'pop' sound.
All I can do is lay there helpless like all my bones were removed and all my strength squeezed out. My breath ragged and my glazed misty eyes looked up at her blankly.
She caught and licked every last drop of my cum before savouring it like a gourmet food as she commented with her eyes closed.
"A little bitter and salty with a sweet aftertaste. But very thick and stringy almost like jelly. The volume is not bad either."
Gulp.
She opened her eyes and mouth to show not a trace left before she said with an intoxicated expression, "See! Big sister swallowed every last drop and liked it very much. Do you feel happy?"
"Besides…" She dragged her words before I felt something suddenly grab my dick. "Your little brother here still looks very lively." She said and lowered her gaze at the nearly fully erect dick as she smiled.
All I could do is to take one ragged breath after another. The alcohol and pleasure had robbed me even the strength to utter a word.
Then, she climbed up on my hip again and started grinding her stockings and panty clad pussy against his dick that quickly hardened fully. The silky sensation of the black stockings was simply irresistible.
And under my misty and glazed eyes, I saw two bouncing peaks jiggling before my eyes.
Strength suddenly filled my arms as I seized both peaks. I pinch, nibble and suck both of them with a voracious hunger of a starved beast.
"Ahhn!"
"No matter h—Ah! Hard… you suck… nothing will Mmnn! Come out of it…" She squeezed out her words between gasps and moans. Her arms tightly hugging my head as her hip grind more frantically.
Then she continued, her lips hovering directly on my right ear whispering an irresistible temptation that left me momentarily dazed and stroked the ember in my heart into a blazing wildfire that could engulf the whole forest.
"Unless… little brother releases his seeds in big sister's precious baby room…" She trailed off, her hand grabbing one of mine and guiding it somewhere below her smooth navel. She spread my palm and traced an outline there. "…here."
Crack!
Something inside my head snapped.
My heart beat loudly as if on overdrive. My veins popped from the sheer volume of blood coursing through them. My body heated up and filled with the vigor of a soldier bursting his final strength for one last attack fueled by pure adrenaline as I charged forward with reckless abandon.
"Damnit!" I growled and suddenly grabbed her and pushed her down beside me with a surge of newfound strength.
"How long are you going to keep toying with me!" I pin both her hands down just like she did to me.
My desire burns like a wildfire, my mind clouded with anger and my instinct roaring like a primal beast.
With a savage rip, I tore open a hole on her already soaked stocking and my fingers rub against her nearly transparent black laced panty.
"What a lascivious slut! Acting all mature and commanding when your pussy had been drooling like a starved bitch!" A cruel look appeared on my face, profanities flowed fluidly as I degraded her like a cheap whore and slapped her firm and addicting butt cheeks.
But despite everything, I failed to notice the growing smile on her face filled with arousal and the 'heart-shaped' pupils in her eyes as she played along with my act
Grabbing my rock hard hard dick, I rub it on her overflowing juice, coating it entirely as I enjoy teasing her pussy as a payback from earlier.
Only after I couldn't hold back anymore did I plunge my dick deep inside her pussy, burying my entire length deep inside her in one fell swoop.
Feeling no resistance at all, I am certain in my heart this is not her first time but I couldn't care more about anything else as her folds keep squeezing and sucking me in like a starved beast devouring me whole.
Words could not describe this pleasure, this sensation!
It was simply too heavenly!
After tasting this hole, I could never possibly return to using my hands or those fake pussies.
I want to make her mine! Mine alone!
Not long after, my thrust grew more frantic and desperate. My throat howls and growls with the likeness of a beast as I bit down on her pink and perked up nipples, eliciting a melodious moan that filled the entire room
Until I felt the sensation of reaching an ejaculation again.
Instinctively I grab one of her legs and turn her sideway before hugging in. My thrust now reaches much deeper and the tip of my gland poked against something that elicited a melodious and sweet moan from her lips.
I pressed my body down against her, my lips claimed her pink and soft lips like a mighty conqueror, with force and decisiveness. However, she mustered no resistance and instead reciprocated eagerly.
She hugged me tight as she felt my dick swelled inside her and twitched like something that was about to explode.
For a split second, clarity returned and I realized what I am about to commit.
I quickly tried to pull out but to my dismay, I felt a pair of strong legs clamping down my waist with vice grip as she cried out in pleasure.
"Cum inside me! Fill up big sister's womb with your seeds! Impregnate meeee—!"
"Damnit!" Facing such desperate and sincere pleas, the doused flame reignited hotter and greater than before. I gritted my teeth and buried my dick deep into her pussy and burst out everything.
"Ahhhhnnn!" She shrieked in pleasure as a warm sensation burst deep inside her and slowly filled up the empty void, leaving her feeling very satisfied and content.
I collapsed on the pair of soft mounds in exhaustion. I was never athletic and my daily lifestyle left my stamina far from desired.
To even last this long is already a miracle as my body felt completely drained, not even an ounce of strength left.
But just as I was about to pass out from exhaustion, a pair of hands lifted my cheeks. Through the haze of my fading vision, I saw her smiling—warm, radiant, almost… motherly joy I couldn't place.
"Congratulations. Ah! I am pregnant."
"…Huh?"
The words barely registered. Pregnant? Already? Even I knew it should take weeks before any sign appeared.
As if reading my confusion, she pulled me close, her embrace both tender and suffocating. Her whisper pressed against my ear like a secret carved into my bones:
"You are the father… and also my child."
"…Huh?!"
That made even less sense.
Then the world broke. The motel peeled away into an endless void, and before me loomed something that should not exist—a writhing mass of paradox, a storm of shapes that devoured themselves as soon as they formed. Contradictions stitched into flesh and concept. Just looking at it hammered pain into my skull, as if my mind itself were screaming in rebellion. I could smell iron, hear something like lullabies sung backward, feel laughter vibrating in the very marrow of my bones.
And then—darkness.
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When I awoke, I was no longer human.
That was the gist of it… my life story up to this moment.
I don't know how I knew. I simply… did. Questions bloomed in my mind, and answers came unbidden, as if someone—or something—was feeding them to me.
Like when I wondered what happened that night.
The truth unfolded coldly: I had fallen prey to a bored Outer God, one that wished to experience what mortals call "joy."
But "joy," to such a being, is not laughter, not love. For being with understanding beyond normal human comprehension or anything in this universe. Human existence is nothing but instinct pressed into flesh, and it is interpreted that our greatest "joy" is only this act of replication or procreation, the creation of descendants.
…Yeah. That's what it wanted from me.
Well, what happened had happened. At least the thing I slept with wasn't some gibbering abomination, but a human puppet sculpted from my own idea of perfection. That much is… comforting. I think. Or maybe that's just how it wants me to feel.
And the perks—oh, there are perks. I didn't just survive. I was remade, reborn as the offspring of an Outer God, carrying a pedigree high enough to make gods, demons, and buddhas tremble at my presence.
But every gift carries a price. Already, I feel something vast behind me, watching. Sometimes, when I speak, the words taste unfamiliar, as though they aren't human at all. Sometimes I dream of the void beyond existence, and wake laughing, though I don't remember the joke.
Am I it's child, experiment, or plaything? I don't know. I'm not sure I want to know either.
For now, my 'mother' seems to have no interest in my actions. Until the answer surfaces… I'll take what I can get.
Not like there's anything I can do to change the past anyway.
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(AN: This is just a rough draft that I wrote and polished by Chat GPT. So, the contents are subjected to changes at any time.
The fic will mainly revolve around HSR universe but mc will go to other universes too.
The main point of this story would be MC splitting his soul fragments to create a bunch of clones/avatars that will live through a life that mc fabricated via a Life Simulator type of process where he create a false timeline and world of his avatar with all it's story and graft it into the HSR universe.
The Avatars is not merely a clone or body the mc create but an actual person of it's own actually. They have their own personality, habit, etc. Only that their soul is actually a fragment originated from MC and he can 'descend' on those avatars.
My current plan for the Avatar's identity would be Good Hunter from Bloodborne and the Ashen One from Dark Soul.
Here is the rough draft for the Good Hunter Avatar's profile I made with the help of Chat GPT
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The Good Hunter
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Origin – The Plague of Beasts
Long ago, a miracle was unearthed — the Blood of Yaoshi, a sacred fluid that healed all ailments, extended life, and promised a glimpse of eternity. To a desperate city, it was salvation. To its scholars and priests, it was temptation.
They refined it, experimented, sought to usurp the power of the Aeon of Abundance and grasp immortality themselves. But their hubris birthed only damnation.
The blood twisted flesh and mind, birthing the Plague of Beasts.
In the chaos, an order of hunters was founded. Brave men and women swore to end the nightmare, wielding the very cursed blood to battle its spawn. They fought valiantly, but each sip of blood that healed them also eroded their sanity and will. One by one, they succumbed — not slain by beasts, but transformed into them.
Only one endured.
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The Last Hunter
The survivor did what no one else could. He received the grace of a higher power that isn't an Aeon. With his boon, he slaughter the beasts, he slew his own comrades, one after another, when they fell to beasthood. Mentor, partner, apprentice — none were spared. Under the Pale Blood Moon, he buried them all with his blade.
From villages to towns, cities fell one after another, succumbing to the madness of the blood until he is the only one left in his world. The order was lost. The world forgotten.
But the Hunter remained. Not by choice, but by curse. His veins carried every drop of the holy blood concentrated in his body, and so long as it endured, he could not die.
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The Living Chalice
The Hunter's body is now the final vessel of the heresy, the Holy Blood of the Abundance.
To drink of his blood is to gain the Hunter's power: resilience, eldritch-like perception, the strength akin to a pathstrider or even touching upon the Emenators.
To drink of his blood is also to risk the Beast's curse: madness, abomination, eternal hunger.
He is at once holy grail and poison chalice.
Followers of the Plague Author name him The Moon's Chalice because tge resemblance of his power to the Crimson Moon believing his blood will grant them transcendence unlike the Crimson Moon that could only benefit one individual. But the Hunter knows better: it is no gift, only a curse. He will never share it, for to spill even a drop is to begin the nightmare anew.
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Hybrid Path – Hunt and Abundance
The Hunter embodies two Paths at once:
Abundance: In his cursed blood that heals, grants longevity, and chains him to immortality.
The Hunt: In his eternal purpose to track and slay aberrations, never-ending until the last beast is slain.
Together, they make him a paradox: an immortal hunter of immortals, forever cleansing what his own blood once created.
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Abilities
Resurrection
Death is denied him. When slain, he dissolves into mist and awakens in the Hunter's Dream, returning to finish the Hunt.
The Pale Blood Moon
His arrival summons the baleful moon, staining the sky red-white.
Under its light, followers of Abundance are stripped of disguise, collapsing into their true monstrous forms, reason drowned in animalistic frenzy.
Blood of the Abundant
He heals by drinking the blood of others, regaining vitality. The blood of Abundance cultists nourishes him most, but also feeding the curse within.
Cursed Vitae
His blood is both salvation and contagion. If spilled, the ground warps with grotesque growths; those exposed risk infection and bestial hunger. But consumed in a special initiation ritual of Blood Ministration allow the creation of more Hunters like him.
Fog Gates
Dimensional thresholds through the Hunter's Dream. He and the Hunters blessed by the moon may pass, traveling unseen across worlds wherever corruption festers.
Endless Hunt
Once he marks prey, they cannot escape. Not death, not distance, not time itself will stay his pursuit.
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Eldritch Insight
The blessings of the Moon deity opened his perception to forbidden layers of reality.
Reveals All: Sees through disguises, corruption, false forms, and lies.
Whispers of Truth: The cosmos murmurs secrets into his ears — the truth of the reality, the futility of immortality, the inevitability of decay.
Madness Shared: Under the Pale Blood Moon, these whispers infect others, driving cultists to frenzy as their sanity shatters.
The Hunter does not choose his prey. The whispers choose.
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The Survivor's Burden
He carries three wounds no blade can heal:
1. The Survivors' Wound – the memory of people and comrades he personally slew. Those who he failed to save.
2. The Eternal Wound – his immortality, a prison forged of cursed blood.
3. The Forbidden Wound – the knowledge that his blood could create Hunters again… and Beasts.