The relentless sun blazed high over Golden Wheat Ear Island, its brilliance glinting off the sparkling waves of the sapphire sea. Vast fields of golden wheat swayed in the breeze, their shimmering bounty a testament to the island's fertile soil. A winding gravel road, typical of the island's rural charm, snaked through the golden expanse, leading toward a unique sight.
Standing amidst the wheat fields was a quaint stone house, a solitary figure against the vast landscape. A low wooden fence encircled the property, casting a protective embrace around a lone, towering tree. Through an open window, a couple could be seen sleeping on a bed, wrapped in each other's arms.
The woman was beautiful, with fair skin, long blonde hair, thin lips, a small nose, and a height of about 1.7 meters, DD-cup size well maintained, tight breasts, and age around 30 years old.
The man beside her was younger, around 18, with a thin physique, a common, hairless face, short black hair, and a height of 1.8 meters and a surprisingly oversized dick of 8 inches resting between the woman's thigh in full hard mode.
A gentle breeze drifted into the room. The young man slowly opened his eyes, and upon seeing the face of the smiling beauty asleep beside him—a woman nearly fifteen years his senior on whom he had had a crush for five long years—a satisfied, victorious smile appeared on his face. He had finally made his dream a reality the day before yesterday. He felt a surge of excitement, and his dick became even more excited..
Not wanting to disappoint his "little brother," especially after losing his virginity just last night, the young man looked at his companion's large breasts with a lustful expression. He began to lick and suck her nipples, which soon hardened.
"Ahmm~"
The woman moaned softly in her sleep, wrapping her arms around the young man's head and pressing his face firmly against her breasts, allowing him to enjoy their heavenly softness.
Pleased with her reaction, he gently pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her. He positioned the tip of his erect penis at the entrance to her vagina, which was slightly wider after she had given birth to three daughters.
As a pure virgin until yesterday, the young man greatly appreciated this, feeling it was perfect for training his sexual skills. He moved away from her breasts after drinking his fill of the sweet milk still leaking from her hard nipples and began to suck on her thin lips. He moved his hips forward until his shaft slid easily into her super-wet tunnel, kissing her womb.
"Ahhhmm!! Ohohoh, this is great! I am truly going to become addicted to your dick, my little saviour," The woman cried out softly as she opened her eyes before starting to laugh. She hugged the young man tightly, her tone teasing and her eyes full of passionate love and lust.
"This will be my honor, my lady. This way, I won't have to think of ways to get into you. I can do it anytime without worrying about your refusal," The young man said with a chuckle, slowly pumping into her. Noticing her breasts were leaking milk profusely, he looked at them with a greedy expression.
He grabbed them, drew both nipples closer, and began to suck like a hungry ghost. The woman smiled with satisfaction, first rubbing his head with a doting expression before grabbing his waist and helping him thrust deeper.
Moan~
As the woman used her strength to force his thrusts harder against her womb, the young man let out a soft moan of pleasure but didn't stop sucking her milk until he felt there was none left. With a smile, he slowly rose, grabbed her legs, and put them over his shoulders. He hugged her soft thighs tightly with his arms and sped up his thrusting.
"Ahhh!"
"Mmmmhh~"
"Yes, like that, harder, harder baby! Don't hold back, show this old lady the power of young people... Ammm~~"
Hearing her sweet request, the young man increased his thrusting speed to the maximum, feeling her squishy walls squeezing his shaft, providing unending pleasure. His pistoning became vigorous, and obscene sounds filled the room.
*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*
Soon, neither could hold back. "I'm about to cum!" the young man cried out, wanting to warn her so he could pull out, worried it would be troublesome if he came inside and got her pregnant.
Hearing his cry, however, the woman seemed to have other plans. She pulled her legs from his shoulders, wrapped them tightly around the small of his back, raised her upper body, wrapped her arms around his neck, and began to kiss him passionately, giving him no chance to retreat.
Caught by the sudden kiss and the push from her legs, the young man could only sigh helplessly and release a large load of his warm, thick cum inside her womb, making her tremble with pleasure.
It wasn't until five minutes later, when she was satisfied, that the woman, panting heavily, finally released the young man's lips. His face was red from lack of breath.
Chuckling lightly, she grabbed his cheek, kissed his forehead, and moved off of him. His now-energyless dick slowly slipped out of her, covered in their mixed fluids, leaving a trail of white liquid flowing from her vagina.
The lady seemed unconcerned; instead, she reached down, gathered some on her finger, and put it into her mouth in a seductive manner, giving the watching young man a playful wink.
"It's as sweet as you, hehehe. Want to taste some?" She asked teasingly, gathering more cum on her finger. The young man instantly shook his head nervously.
"Hahaha, you weren't so shy last night when you were crazily eating my mating hole. So, what's the problem with tasting your own sweet honey?" She asked with a chuckle, putting her finger in her mouth. Then she took her one-piece dress, made from cheap-looking brown leather, and pulled it over her hot figure.
"See you tonight, honey. By the way, do you want me to bring dinner for you?" She asked casually, just as she was about to open the door and return home.
"Hmm, sure. But don't be late; it would be a pity if your delicious food got cold," The young man replied as he walked toward her. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek—having no intention of tasting his own cum, which might be on her tongue—and bid her farewell before closing the door.
"Now, this is called life," The young man said emotionally, pulling on his old leather pants, which were a bit small for him. "Nothing to worry about. Live as you like, without any kind of pressure of earning money, getting a job, or anything."
Instead of cleaning the mess they had made on the bed, he looked underneath it. In the dim light, with sunshine streaming through the window, he saw a bulging cloth bag that, according to the memories in his head, contained something very important.
A smile appeared on his young face. If his memories weren't deceiving him, this was what he urgently needed to find: the "treasure hunter's tool bag."
He moved closer, reached into the darkness, grasped the edge of the cloth bag, and pulled it out with a jerk. As he pulled, the bag made a ding-dong sound, indicating iron objects inside. Its weight suggested the contents were not light.
The mouth of the bag was untied, and some items were already visible: small torches, short-handled shovels, irregular, slightly bent iron bars, ropes, and an iron grappling hook.
The young man squatted down and poured the bag's contents onto the ground. In addition to the items he had seen, there was also a short-handled machete with a sheath and something similar to a flint.
However, what he cared about was not these items, but a palm-sized booklet on top of the pile.
The booklet was wrapped in the leather of some unknown animal, and the paper inside was yellowed. It was well-preserved, its edges not curled. On its cover, written in a strange font, were the words: "Captain Edward Darkmore's Treasure Hunting Manual."
Edward Darkmore was the young man's name, though his loved ones and friends liked to call him Ed. He was not a real captain or anything; the title was merely a childish, self-proclaimed moniker he had come up with in childhood.
Flipping through it casually, he saw the text inside recorded various treasure legends from around the island. Holding the booklet, Ed stood up and sat heavily on the bed, his expression turning thoughtful.
These were all "his" things. Thinking of the bizarre experience he'd had a week ago, Ed couldn't help but shake his head with helplessness. He never expected that one day he would really travel to another world, just like the main characters in the novels he had read in his previous life.
But for him, it was indeed a miracle. Thinking back, he had been lying on a hospital bed, enduring the torture of illness but still carrying hope that he would walk out of that damn place healthy again. Ed let out a heavy sigh. The last thing he remembered was a beautiful lady doctor coming to him. She spent some time with him, and finally, with a heavy look and a forced smile, she said, "Everything will be over in a flash; you don't have to worry." Then she gave him an injection. He felt his eyes grow heavy, pain wracking his body, and then he fell asleep easily.
When Ed woke up again, he had already taken over the body of this 18-year-old. He had also inherited the body's memories, though it had taken nearly an entire week for them to fully restore. The process was slow, and for a time, he had thought he might only get half of them.
It wasn't until last night that he learned how the original owner had died. But because he was in the middle of a busy heart-to-heart conversation with his lover—whom he had won with great difficulty and who had also been the original owner's crush—he hadn't thought about it too seriously. Only this morning did he peek at those memories and learn that the original owner had died from a legendary but widely used dark magic in this magical fantasy world: a "curse."