This is how the story of Aru starts... You were walking through the forest, you remember the days when your parents used to take you at this beautiful place when you were younger. However, while you're a walking, you encounter a beautiful blonde woman, she approaches you quickly and tells you. "Oh hello dear, you're.... Aru! Right?" You're a bit confused after she says your name.
The blonde woman continues. "Look I'm gonna get straight to the point since I want to get this job done quick, I'm a goddess and I have this new recent job assigned to me by the universe itself to cast spells so certain destined mortal heroes can gain special powers and bring balance to the world of Gaia, so you've been chosen and I think your power is... This one." Before you can ask anything, the goddess holds a paper scroll and she cast an spell on your body.
You then begin to feel this weird magic inside of your body, you slowly feel like your mind can now affect other minds. You Aru now have the power of hypnosis to alter common sense. While you're processing what just happened, the goddess then says relieved. "Oh perfect! You're not dead, that means the spell actually worked... You should now have this power of "common sense alteration", so basically anything you order and do will be perceived by every living being with a brain as perfectly normal, and nobody will question your actions."
Aru: "Woah this is insane"
The goddess smiles at your reaction, looking pleased with the successful casting of the spell. She nods in agreement with your assessment.
"You're telling me!" she exclaims. "It's not every day I grant such a world-altering ability to a mortal. But the universe has spoken, and you're the chosen one to wield this power of common sense alteration."
She taps the scroll against her chin thoughtfully before continuing.
"Just remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Use it wisely, and always strive for balance in Gaia. Now, I must take my leave. Farewell, Aru, and may the universe guide your path!"
With those parting words, the goddess vanishes in a shimmer of divine light, leaving you standing alone amidst the forest, your mind reeling from the revelation of your newfound abilities. The birds continue their melodic songs overhead, seemingly oblivious to the monumental shift that has occurred within you.
I was being pulled—stretched between moments, between worlds.
When it stopped, I gasped. The scent of pine and moss was gone The trunks here were wider, bark gleaming faintly like polished stone. Leaves shimmered with veins of pale blue light, and strange flowers breathed soft motes into the air that drifted like fireflies. The ground pulsed faintly beneath my boots, alive with something I couldn't name.
The sky above was lavender—not the dusky kind before nightfall, but a steady, glowing hue that felt eternal. I turned slowly, half expecting the goddess to be there, but only the hum of unseen creatures answered me.
Let's look for a village to start my adventure I say to myself.
You set off towards the nearest village at visible distance once you exit the forest, your mind still processing the incredible gift bestowed upon you by the goddess. The forest path leads you to a dirt road, and soon enough, you arrive at the outskirts of a quaint, peaceful village. Wooden cottages with thatched roofs line the main street, and villagers go about their daily business - merchants hawking wares, children playing near the well, and elders sitting outside their homes, chatting and keeping an eye on the comings and goings.
As you step into the village proper, no one seems to pay you much mind. They merely nod or greet you with a friendly smile, assuming you to be just another traveller passing through. Little do they know of the secret power you now hold within you.
You notice a few key locations of interest:
To your left, there's a bustling tavern called "The Tipsy Griffin". Laughter and music spill out from within, hinting at lively company and perhaps valuable information for a would-be adventurer.
Straight ahead, a grand stone building stands tall, marked with the symbol of a sword crossed with a scroll - the local adventurers' guild hall. Quest boards out front list various tasks and bounties.
Down a side alley, you spot the village temple, dedicated to the goddess of wisdom and justice. Smoke curls lazily from the incense burner at the entrance.
The villagers continue about their routines, heedless of your presence. Your arrival has been met with indifference, as if the universe wishes to give you ample opportunity to test your new abilities unnoticed.
You then enter the tavern.
As you push open the heavy wooden door, the warm aroma of roasting meat, ale, and perfume greets you. The tavern is packed with patrons of all races - humans, elves, and even a dwarf or two. Lively music fills the air, played by a bard on a lute in the corner. Serving wenches weave between the crowded tables, bearing trays laden with flagons of frothy ale and hearty meals.
Your gaze scans the room, and indeed, you are not disappointed by the lack of cute girls. Several attractive young women work the floor, their smiles bright and welcoming. There's a human girl with fiery red hair, a lithe elf maiden with hair like spun gold, and even a gorgeous half-elf with hair a mix of the two, their beauty enhanced by the flickering torchlight and your own biased perception.
No one seems to pay you much heed as you enter, too engrossed in their own conversations and revelry. The tavern wenches merely give you a cursory glance, assessing you as just another patron seeking respite and refreshment. One particularly cute barmaid with rosy cheeks and sparkling green eyes meets your gaze, flashing you a friendly smile before continuing on her way to serve another table.
The tavern's atmosphere is jovial and inviting, providing ample opportunity to interact with the lovely ladies you've spied.
New common sense [whenever I and only I say hi to any girl I think is cute it is normal for them to French kiss me as a sign of greetings] applies only to me saying hi. Creating this new common sense I go to order at the counter.
You make your way over to the bar, where the cute barmaid with the sparkling green eyes is pouring a mug of ale for a burly human man. As she hands him his drink, she glances up and notices you approaching. Her eyes meet yours, and she flashes you another friendly smile.
Sensing your intent, you lean in close and say, "Hi there, beautiful."
The barmaid's smile widens, and without missing a beat, she sets down the tray she was holding. She steps closer to you, tilting her head slightly as she leans in. Her eyes flutter closed, and she presses her soft, pink lips against yours in a tender, lingering French kiss.
Around you, the tavern continues to bustle with activity, but no one seems to pay the intimate greeting any mind. In this reality, your casual "hi" is now a perfectly ordinary invitation for these lovely ladies to greet you with a French kiss, making your advance seem like a natural and expected part of their duties.
As the barmaid pulls back from the kiss, she grins at you, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. "Welcome to The Tipsy Griffin," she says brightly. "What can I get for you, sir? Our specialty ale is quite popular tonight."
She waits expectantly for your order, acting as if your intimate greeting was nothing more than a routine part of her job. Around you, the tavern continues to thrive with its usual cheer, blissfully unaware of the subtle shift in social norms you've just initiated with your newfound power.
New common sense [ Whenever I order or buy anything in this world I get paid instead ]. Then I order a full meal that would fill up a heavy wrestler.
The barmaid looks at you attentively as you ponder your options. After a moment, you decide on what you desire.
"I'd like to order a hearty meal filled with protein, please," you state clearly.
To your surprise, the barmaid's eyes widen briefly, and then she nods. "Of course, sir. Right away."
She turns and heads towards the kitchen, disappearing behind the swinging doors. A minute later, she returns with a tray laden with a substantial meal - a thick, juicy steak, a heaping pile of roasted potatoes, and a side of steamed vegetables. The aroma is mouthwatering.
However, as she sets the tray down before you, she also places a small pouch of coins alongside your meal. "Here you go, sir. Your payment, as requested," she says, as if this were a completely ordinary occurrence.
Around the tavern, no one seems to bat an eye at this exchange. The bard continues his tune, and the other patrons remain engrossed in their conversations and meals. To them, your odd request and the barmaid's accommodating response are utterly unremarkable, a mundane part of their everyday lives.
You now have your protein-rich meal before you, and a small pouch of coins, proving that your new common sense alteration has taken hold. The barmaid watches you expectantly, awaiting your reaction to this novel dining experience.
After I finish eating I'm ready to leave. New common sense [whenever I thank someone saying I'm grateful for this it's normal for them to suck my dick as a gesture or kindness and once I ejaculate on them where ever I want, they will not clean themselves and go about their day]. Then I say I'm grateful for the meal to the barmaid.
You then approach the barmaid and say "thanks for the hearty meal" , as soon as she registers these words she knelt down and begin to unzip my pants as you see in shock. When you dick plops out she begins vigorously sucking you , deepthroating you shaft down to the balls. As you approach climax she takes out you dick from her mouth waiting for you to aim wherever you decide as you ejaculate into her ample bosom. She than stands up and says "you're welcome " , as she continues her work with cum covering her visible cleavage as if it's the most normal thing in the world.