The rush hit Kai like pure adrenaline mixed with lightning.
His muscles swelled (not dramatically, but enough that his shirt suddenly felt tight across the shoulders). Veins glowed faint gold under his skin for a heartbeat before fading. The scrapes on his knuckles from the goblin claws closed before his eyes, leaving only faint pink lines.
A new panel floated in his vision:
‹ Kai – Level 1 Warrior ›
Title: First Awakened of Elysara
Strength: 28 → 43
Agility: 22 → 34
Vitality: 30 → 48
Unallocated Stat Points: 10
Active Skills: Power Strike (Rank F)
Passive Skills: Warrior's Instinct (Rank F)
He flexed his hand. The air itself felt… lighter. Sharper. Like the world had turned up the contrast.
Sayuri and Mika ran to him, throwing their arms around him despite the blood splatter.
"You're glowing," Sayuri whispered, touching his cheek in awe.
Mika's eyes were wide, roaming over his body like she was seeing him for the first time. "You're… bigger. Not just taller. Stronger. I can feel it."
Kai grinned, the rush making him half-drunk. "I can see everything. Their movements were so slow. Like they were moving through water."
He looked down at the goblin corpses. Crude loot shimmered into existence above them (small copper coins, a rusty dagger, three thumb-sized red crystals labeled "Lesser Monster Cores").
He absorbed the cores instinctively. Warmth flooded his veins.
‹ +30 EXP ›
‹ Level 1 → Level 2 ›
‹ +5 Stat Points ›
Skill Upgrade: Warrior's Instinct → Rank E (enhanced threat detection)
Sayuri picked up one of the copper coins, turning it over in wonder. "This is real. All of it. Levels, skills… we're in a game world."
Mika kicked one of the goblin bodies, then looked at Kai with something new in her eyes (not just love, not just lust, but hunger).
"You just murdered three monsters with your bare hands," she said, voice husky. "And you're standing there like you could take on thirty more."
Kai felt it too. The power humming under his skin. The absolute certainty that he was no longer the broke city kid or even just the lucky farmer with a monster cock.
He was something more.
He pulled them both close, one arm around each waist.
"This changes everything," he said quietly. "This world… it's dangerous. But it's also ours. We can get stronger here. Safer. Build something no one can ever take from us."
Sayuri pressed her belly against his side, protective and proud. "You're already our protector. Now you're… a hero."
Mika's hand slid down to squeeze his ass possessively. "My hero. And tonight you're going to fuck us until we can't walk, because I've never been this turned on in my life."
Kai laughed, the sound echoing across the hidden valley.
They looted the small camp quickly (a few more coins, some smoked meat that smelled surprisingly good, a crude map etched on bark showing what looked like goblin markings leading deeper into the valley).
Then Kai looked at his women (at the way the golden light caught in Sayuri's hair, at the proud set of Mika's shoulders) and made a decision.
"We're coming back tomorrow," he said. "With weapons. Supplies. We're going to clear this place. Make it truly ours."
Sayuri nodded, eyes shining with excitement instead of fear now.
Mika cracked her knuckles. "Good. Because if there are more of those little bastards, I want a turn."
They stepped back through the portal as the hidden sun began to set, painting the impossible valley in rose and gold.
Outside, the real world was cold and ordinary.
Inside their hearts, something massive had just been born.
Kai the farmer was dead.
Kai the Warrior had taken his first steps.
And with two queens at his side and an entire secret world to conquer, he was just getting started.
That night, the farmhouse buzzed with a different kind of energy.
No one could sleep.
Sayuri sat cross-legged on the tatami, a notebook in her lap, sketching what she remembered of the goblin camp map while absently rubbing her belly.
Mika sharpened kitchen knives and the old machete from the barn, testing edges with her thumb, eyes gleaming like a wolf who'd scented blood.
Kai paced, shirtless, the new muscle from his awakening flexing every time he moved, golden status windows flickering in and out of his vision whenever he flexed a stat point.
They talked until dawn.
Strategy.
Gear.
Risks.
Rewards.
By sunrise they had a plan.
They would treat this like a real dungeon party.
Kai: front-line Warrior, damage and tank.
Mika: off-tank / secondary damage (she was already stronger than most men; with a real weapon she'd be terrifying).
Sayuri: support / logistics (pregnant or not, her mind was sharper than any of them, and she'd been reading isekai manga since middle school).
They spent the next three days preparing.
- Kai forged crude iron bracers and a short sword from scrap metal in the barn (his new Strength made the hammer feel like a toy).
- Mika reinforced leather aprons into makeshift armor and practiced swinging the machete until the air sang.
- Sayuri sewed pouches, packed healing herbs, dried food, rope, torches, and even fashioned a sling from old cloth ("If I can't fight up close, I'll still drop something on their heads").
On the fourth morning they stood at the cave mouth again.
Sayuri wore practical pants and a wrapped top that supported her breasts and belly.
Mika had her hair braided tight, machete across her back, eyes burning with excitement.
Kai carried the short sword and a round wooden shield he'd bound with iron strips.
They looked like a proper adventuring party.
Kai pulled them both into a fierce hug.
"No unnecessary risks," he said. "We go slow. We scout. We come home alive. That's an order."
Sayuri kissed him soft and sweet. "Yes, captain."
Mika bit his earlobe. "Only if you promise to fuck us senseless when we get back."
They stepped through the portal.
The hidden valley greeted them with perfect weather again, but this time they weren't here to make love in the grass.
They were here to hunt.
Kai took point, Warrior's Instinct pinging softly in his mind like spider-senses.
Mika flanked left, machete drawn.
Sayuri stayed center-back, sling loaded with river stones.
They followed the crude goblin map deeper into the valley, past the meadow where they'd first had sex, past sparkling waterfalls and groves of flowering trees.
After an hour they found it.
A crumbling stone archway half-buried in a hillside, carved with faded runes that glowed faintly when Kai approached.
‹ Dungeon Discovered: Goblin Burrow (Level 1–5) ›
First-Clear Reward: Available
Party size: 3 / 6
Kai grinned so wide his cheeks hurt.
"Jackpot."
Sayuri squeezed his hand. "We're really doing this."
Mika rolled her shoulders. "Let's go kill some green bastards and see what else this world wants to give us."
They stepped through the archway together.
The air changed (cooler, damper, smelling of earth and old blood).
Torches flickered to life along the walls as they entered, as if the dungeon itself was welcoming its first challengers in centuries.
Somewhere deeper, something growled.
Kai drew his sword, the weight perfect in his hand.
"Party formation," he said, voice steady and commanding. "Let's go earn some levels."
Behind him, his two queens fell into step (one soft and fierce, one hard and unbreakable).
The farmer had become a warrior.
The family had become a party.
And the hidden realm of Elysara was about to learn exactly what happens when a man with everything to protect is given real power.
The stone corridor narrowed after twenty meters, then opened into a rough-hewn chamber lit by flickering torches that ignited on their own as the party entered.
‹ Goblin Burrow – Room 1/4 ›
Monsters detected: 6x Goblin Scouts (Lv. 3–4)
Six pairs of yellow eyes turned toward them at once.
The goblins were bigger than the ones outside, leaner, armed with short bows and bone-tipped arrows. They screeched a warning and scattered behind crude wooden barricades, nocking arrows in the same breath.
Kai's Warrior's Instinct flared like a red alarm.
"Shields up! Incoming!"
He raised his wooden shield just as the first volley hissed through the air.
Thunk-thunk-thunk. Three arrows buried themselves in the shield; one grazed his shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood. Pain flared, then faded almost instantly (Vitality working overtime).
Mika roared and charged the left flank, machete flashing. She took an arrow to the leather apron over her thigh (it punched through but only shallowly). She didn't even slow. One goblin tried to switch to a rusty shortsword; she closed the distance in two strides and took its head clean off with a diagonal slash that sent green blood spraying across the wall.
Sayuri stayed back, sling already spinning. A river stone the size of an egg whipped through the air and cracked a goblin archer square in the temple. It dropped without a sound.
Kai used Power Strike.
The cooldown had refreshed the moment combat began. He activated it mid-sprint, feeling strength surge into his arms like molten iron.
The lead goblin (Lv. 4, bigger, wearing a necklace of teeth) loosed an arrow point-blank.
Kai bashed it aside with the shield and drove his short sword straight through the creature's chest. Power Strike triggered: the blade punched out the goblin's back in a spray of gore, instantly killing it and over-penetrating into the one behind it.
Two kills, one strike.
The remaining three broke and ran deeper into the burrow, shrieking.
Kai glanced at his women (both breathing hard, eyes wild with adrenaline and something darker, hotter).
"Stay close. We push."
They moved as a unit.
Room 2 was a trap gauntlet: pressure plates, swinging log spiked with bones, a pit filled with sharpened stakes.
Kai's heightened senses caught the first plate; he shoved Mika aside just as the log whooshed down. Sayuri's sling took out the goblin who triggered it from a ledge. Mika vaulted the pit like it was nothing and gutted the trap-master before he could reset the mechanism.
Room 3: the chieftain's chamber.
A single massive goblin (Lv. 6 Goblin Brute) sat on a pile of bones and stolen cloth, twice the size of the others, wielding a crude iron cleaver almost as long as Sayuri was tall. Four regular goblins flanked him, plus two shamans rattling bone staves that glowed sickly green.
The fight was brutal and beautiful.
The shamans cast first: bolts of corrosive green energy that ate into Kai's shield and sizzled on Mika's leather armor.
Sayuri screamed a warning and slung stones faster than Kai had ever seen, cracking one shaman's skull and staggering the other.
Mika charged the Brute head-on, machete meeting cleaver in a shower of sparks. She was stronger than any human woman had a right to be, but the Brute was stronger. It backhanded her across the room; she hit the wall hard, blood trickling from her lip.
Kai saw red.
He activated Power Strike again and blitzed the shamans. One tried to cast a shield; Kai's sword shattered it and took the creature's arm off at the shoulder. A spinning elbow crushed the second shaman's windpipe.
The four guards swarmed him. He fought like a demon: shield bash to stagger, sword thrust to kill, knee to the groin of one that got too close, then a brutal throw that sent another into the pit trap they'd disabled earlier.
Mika was back on her feet, roaring. She and Kai hit the Brute together.
Mika took the cleaver on her machete, muscles straining, teeth bared in a feral grin.
Kai slid low, hamstringing the monster with a vicious cut. It howled and dropped to one knee.
Sayuri's final stone took it in the eye.
Kai leapt onto its back, wrapped an arm around the thick neck, and drove his sword down through the collarbone into the heart.
The Brute convulsed once and collapsed, dead.
Silence.
Then golden light exploded across the chamber.
‹ Dungeon First Clear! ›
‹ Goblin Burrow conquered ›
All party members receive:
+300 EXP
Level Up ×2 (Kai → Lv. 4 | Mika → Lv. 2 | Sayuri → Lv. 2)
Rare Reward Chest spawning…
A ornate wooden chest materialized in the center of the room, glowing softly.
Kai's entire body thrummed with new power. Wounds closed. Fatigue vanished.
Mika limped over, bloodied but triumphant, and kissed him hard (tasting copper and victory).
Sayuri joined them, tears and laughter mixing as she pressed against both of them.
"We did it," she whispered. "We really did it."
Kai looked at the chest, at the corpses, at the two women who had just fought beside him like legends.
Then he looked deeper into the dungeon, where a new doorway had opened, leading to stairs going down.
This was only the beginning.
And his family had just become unstoppable.
The golden light of the first-clear announcement faded, leaving only the soft glow of the ornate wooden chest in the center of the blood-slick chamber.
It was larger than Kai expected: waist-high, dark oak bound with iron and glowing runes, carved with images of warriors, monsters, and entwined lovers. A heavy padlock shaped like a snarling wolf's head clicked open the moment he approached.
Kai glanced back at his women.
Mika was wiping green blood from her machete, chest still heaving, eyes bright with battle-lust.
Sayuri stood a little behind her, sling dangling from one hand, the other protectively over her belly, cheeks flushed and lips parted like she'd just run a marathon (or been thoroughly fucked, which wasn't far from the truth of how alive she looked).
"Together," Kai said.
They placed their hands on the lid at the same time and pushed.
A fanfare of crystalline chimes rang through the chamber (beautiful, triumphant, ancient).
Inside, nestled on crimson velvet, were four items that made all three of them stop breathing.
1. A silver ring engraved with tiny rice stalks and sakura blossoms.
‹ Ring of Eternal Spring ›
Rarity: Epic
Effect: Wearer's body remains in peak fertile condition regardless of age. Pregnancy complications nullified. Children born under its blessing inherit +10 to all base stats.
Bound to party upon equipping.
2. A matched pair of bracers made of some black metal that drank the light.
‹ Bracers of the Earth Mother (Set 2/2) ›
Rarity: Rare
+20 Strength, +15 Vitality
Passive: When both wearers are within 50 m of each other, gain "Bond of Soil and Seed": shared damage reduction 20 %, shared stamina regeneration +50 %.
(One bracer resized itself the moment Mika touched it; the other flowed like liquid to fit Sayuri's softer forearm.)
3. A small crystal vial filled with swirling golden liquid.
‹ Elixir of Awakening ›
Rarity: Legendary
Grants one non-awakened party member a class of their choice (Warrior, Mage, Healer, Rogue, etc.). One-time use.
4. A folded bolt of shimmering white silk that unfolded on its own into a full set of luxurious bedding (sheets, pillows, comforter) embroidered with the same rice-and-sakura pattern as the ring.
‹ Bed of Endless Night ›
Rarity: Epic (18+)
Any living being who sleeps or makes love on this bedding recovers all stamina and mana instantly and gains +100 % pleasure sensitivity for 24 hours. Once per week, conceiving on this bed guarantees twins.
The chest dissolved into motes of light that swirled around them before sinking into their skin.
New notifications bloomed:
‹ Party Bond Formed: Kai, Sayuri, Mika ›
‹ Hidden Title Unlocked: Pioneers of Elysara ›
All party members gain +5 to all stats permanently.
Sayuri's eyes filled with tears as she slipped the Ring of Eternal Spring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, glowing softly against her skin.
Mika flexed her new bracer, muscles rippling, then pulled Sayuri into a fierce hug that turned into a slow, deep kiss right there among the goblin corpses.
Kai watched them (his warrior queen and his pregnant goddess, both radiating new power) and felt something settle in his chest that was bigger than lust or love.
Destiny.
He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around both of them, and rested his forehead against theirs.
"We just became legends," he said quietly.
Sayuri laughed through happy tears. "We became a real family."
Mika's voice was rough with emotion. "And we're only getting started."
They gathered the lesser loot (coins, a few potions, some crude jewelry that would probably sell well if they ever found a town) and headed back to the surface.
But they all knew, without saying it:
The real reward wasn't the gear.
It was the unbreakable proof that in this new world, the three of them together could conquer anything.
And when they got home that night, bloody, exhausted, and glowing with power, they christened the Bed of Endless Night properly (three bodies, one heart, hours of screaming pleasure that left them boneless and laughing and crying all at once).
Outside, the rice fields slept under starlight.
Inside, a new myth was being written, one orgasm, one level, one unbreakable bond at a time.