The moment before death is always peculiar. There's no white light, no life flashing through your consciousness in some dramatic montage—it's just a sudden awareness that everything is ending.
The truck driver's expression twisted in shock as metal crunched around him. Ash felt the sensation of weight and inevitability crushing down on his body.
Then nothing.
Except that wasn't quite right either. There was something after the nothing, a presence that shifted when he tried to focus on it.
One moment it appeared as an old man with kind eyes, the next as a young woman with a mischievous smile, and then something that didn't quite fit into any recognizable category.
The being seemed genuinely amused by its own existence, like it had discovered the punchline to a cosmic joke and couldn't stop chuckling about it.
"You've been chosen to reincarnate as an extra," the being said with casual certainty, the way someone might order coffee at a café.
Ash tried processing that statement. He was fairly sure he didn't have a face anymore, or ears, or really any physical form to speak of.
And yet somehow, the information still reached him, his consciousness registering the words with perfect clarity.
"So everyone's becoming side characters these days anyway," Ash managed, his voice echoing strangely in the void. "Who's actually playing the protagonist then?"
The god laughed—a sound like wind chimes colliding with distant thunder.
When it spoke again, there was genuine humor in its tone.
"Don't worry. You'll be the side character in a game where the hero is also a side character."
That should have terrified him, should have filled him with existential dread or cosmic horror.
Instead, Ash felt a strange sense of familiarity, having read enough light novels and spent enough time in online communities discussing narrative structures to recognize exactly what kind of setup this was.
"Alright," Ash said slowly, "so what's this realm actually like? And more importantly, what am I supposed to do with myself?"
"It's a female-dominant realm," the being explained, something in its tone suggesting it was enjoying delivering this information. "You'll be the son of a declining ancient race. A special lineage, actually."
"Special how?"
"The ones with dragondick."
The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity as Ash's consciousness attempted to process what had just been said.
Several times. With minimal success.
"I'm sorry," Ash said carefully, "did you just say dragondick? Like, as in, literally that thing?"
"Hoho, yes. A dragon dick. It was previously dragon blood, but after a few hundred years of dilution through the generations, you eventually get something rare."
"Something special that only appears once or twice every century."
Ash wanted to laugh and scream simultaneously while questioning every decision that had led to this exact moment.
Instead, he managed to keep his voice relatively steady.
"So I'm being reincarnated with a magical penis. A specifically dragon-themed magical penis."
"And let me guess the rest—stepmom? Stepsister? The full harem setup that comes with every trashy light novel?"
"Oh, good guess, actually."
The god sounded genuinely impressed, which somehow made it worse.
Ash took a moment to accept this new reality, having spent his entire life reading stories about people being reincarnated into fantasy worlds, believing he'd be prepared for something like this.
He was absolutely not prepared.
"Okay, fine," he said, deciding acceptance was probably his best path forward. "If I'm going to get trapped in some insane scenario, at least give me something useful."
"A position or job that keeps the plot from spiraling completely out of control."
The being seemed to consider this for a moment, speaking with the tone of someone who had already planned everything and was simply confirming the details.
"You'll be their private tutor. You'll also serve as their professor in the royal academy of magic and swordsmanship."
Ash felt his non-existent stomach drop.
"No. Absolutely not. I can't teach. I barely passed most of my own classes before a truck decided to end my existence."
"Don't worry about it," the being interrupted smoothly. "I'll give you an auto-teaching power. You can teach literally anything, even subjects you have no knowledge of whatsoever."
"Think of it as divine assistance."
That actually sounded incredibly useful, the kind of cheat code he'd never expected to receive.
Ash had spent enough time online to know that most of his problems could have been solved if he was just better at learning and retaining information.
"Well," he said, allowing hope to creep into his tone, "thank god for that."
"So, bye bye."
"No wait, I have so many more ques—"
The sensation of falling was immediate and extremely physical.
Unlike the metaphorical descent into the void, this was genuine gravity and momentum—the distinct impression of an ending point rapidly approaching.
Ash's consciousness slammed back into a form with all the grace of a meteor strike.
His eyes snapped open to pain and darkness.
Above him stretched an ornate ceiling decorated with gold leaf and artistic flourishes that suggested someone had been very wealthy when constructing this chamber.
The aesthetic was ancient—nobility-ancient—the kind of room that belonged in a castle.
Standing over him was a woman, easily over six feet tall and dressed in armor that seemed designed by someone who had fundamentally misunderstood the purpose of protective clothing.
The metal plating covered the necessary areas but left enormous amounts of skin exposed—her shoulders, a significant portion of her midriff, her legs almost to the hip.
The protective gear was clearly functional despite its risqué design, marked with the wear patterns of actual combat use.
Her blonde hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her expression suggested she had been waiting for him to wake up for a very long time.
"Get up," she said simply.
Ash groaned and tried to roll over, the movement slow and sluggish as if his body was moving through water.
Every muscle hurts like hell. What happened to me?
The woman didn't wait for him to comply—she kicked him hard enough to send him tumbling off the bed with a shocked cry.
"Aaaagh! What—" Ash gasped, scrambling backward to put distance between himself and the armored woman.
"What are you doing?"
His eyes snapped wider as the memories came flooding in like floodwaters through a broken dam.
Not his memories—someone else's memories—but they were there in his consciousness regardless, overlaying his awareness with images and sensations that shouldn't belong to him.
He was Theo. Theo Vritara. Twenty-two years old.
His father had recently married a woman from an old, powerful lineage who arrived at the estate yesterday along with her daughter.
The implications were becoming horrifyingly clear. His father had made some kind of arrangement, something involving Theo specifically, something involving his form.
The memories were still fragmented, but the pain in his body and the soreness between his legs told him enough.
The blonde woman in armor was a knight—obvious from her bearing, the way she carried herself, the scars on her protective gear.
In a realm where women apparently held most of the authority, knights answered to nobility, not to men like him.
"You should be greeting the Duchess," the knight said flatly. "She's been waiting."
Duchess. Right. His new stepmother.
Ash stumbled toward the ornate mirror on the wall and stopped cold, seeing the bruises that covered his entire form.
His torso, his shoulders, his limbs, even his thighs showed discoloration.
The kind of marking that came from repeated, extensive physical trauma, the kind that made his stomach turn as the fragmented recollections became clearer.
The previous Theo hadn't handled it well.
The recollections of his final moments were fractured, but the gist was transparent—he'd given up, decided he couldn't take it anymore, chosen to end things rather than continue.
And now Ash was stuck in this form, in this circumstance, with a knight glaring at him like he was an inconvenience.
"Stop wasting time," the knight said, her tolerance clearly exhausted. "The Duchess doesn't like being made to wait. It's beneath her."
Ash grabbed whatever clothes were nearby and followed the knight down the hallway. Every step hurt, his joints aching and his muscles screaming.
The knight walked ahead of him—he'd heard the servants call her Adele—and she had a nice body, all muscle and confident walking.
Under normal circumstances, this would be interesting. But right now?
He was just focused on keeping up with someone who could probably kill him without breaking a sweat.
They walked through corridors decorated with affluence and authority, paintings of past members lining the walls and sculptures standing in alcoves.
Everything screamed nobility and wealth that had been accumulating for centuries.
When they reached the Duchess's sleeping quarters door—white timber with gold carved into its surface in elaborate patterns—Adele knocked once, then opened it without waiting.
"The boy is here," she said simply.
Then she left, pulling the entrance shut behind her.
Ash stood in the doorway, taking in the scene before him.
The Duchess was sitting on the edge of her mattress, one leg crossed elegantly over the other in that careful, calculated pose that women used when they wanted to be observed.
Her hair was silvery—genuinely silvery, not dyed—with a faint shimmer suggesting either magic or ancient preservation.
She was wearing a nightgown that was almost entirely transparent.
He could see everything.
Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god.
Her breasts were enormous—full and soft-looking, the kind of pale, flawless skin that suggested either powerful magic or centuries of careful maintenance.
Her thighs were thick and muscular, that could crush someone without effort.
Waist was narrow, body deliberate and emphasizing her power.
Her rear—just visible where she sat—was absolutely magnificent.
I'm getting hard. I'm definitely getting hard right now.
Ash got hard immediately.
One moment he was standing there astonished and the next his manhood was straining against his loose trousers like it was trying to break free.
The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, a wave of heat radiating through his entire form.
The Duchess watched him carefully, her expression unreadable.
"You look terrible," she said softly, her voice like honey mixed with something dangerous. "Adele was too rough with you again, wasn't she?"
Ash tried to speak, but no language came out.
His throat felt parched and there was a very obvious bulge in his trousers that he had no way of concealing.
The Duchess seemed delighted by his distress.
"Come here," she said, patting the mattress beside her.
Ash found himself moving without consciously deciding to do so, his form operating on instinct and drawn toward her like a moth to a flame.
He sat down slowly on the edge of the mattress, acutely conscious of her proximity.
She reached out and took his hand, her touch was warm and surprisingly soft.
She looked at his bruised arms with what almost looked like concern.
"I told Adele not to hit you," she said softly, mostly to herself.
"You're not like other guys. Your body is more delicate, more precious."
Is she... actually worried about me?
She ran her fingers along one of his bruises, and Ash held his breath.
"This must have hurt so much,"
Her eyes were genuinely worried as she looked at the marks all over him.
Ash managed a shaky smile and said it wasn't that bad, though they both knew he was lying.
But honestly, it kind of is that bad. It's really bad.
The Duchess looked at him with an expression that was almost sad.
"Let me heal you," she said, not asking but just stating what she was going to do.
She leaned closer to him, and Ash caught her scent—something floral and expensive with something wild underneath that he couldn't quite place.
She touched her hand to his chest, right over his heart, and whispered, "Cure."
Magic flooded through his entire body like nothing he'd ever felt before.
It was like drinking cold water after being thirsty for weeks—like every part of him was being fixed, bit by bit.
The bruises disappeared, the soreness faded away, his joints suddenly didn't hurt anymore.
It was like being born again—his whole body felt brand new and unblemished.
When she pulled her palm away, Ash opened his eyes and looked down at his torso.
The bruising was completely vanished, his skin unmarked and pristine.
The Duchess was grinning at him—a genuine grin, not the seductive expression from before.
Just warmth and something that might have been fondness.
"There,"
"That's better. You're too beautiful to be marked up like that."
Ash stared at her in bewilderment.
This was not what he'd anticipated based on the previous Theo's recollections.
He'd expected manipulation, cruelty, experimentation, not something that looked disturbingly like genuine affection.
"I'm sorry about Adele," the Duchess continued, taking his palm again.
"She's new to working with males. She doesn't comprehend that you're not like the other soldiers and knights. You're exceptional."
"Why?" Ash asked, "Why do you care?"
"Because you're family now," she said simply. "And I take care of my family. Besides..." She paused, a strange expression crossing her face.
"The males in this realm are so pathetic and fragile. It's almost refreshing to encounter one who actually has some merit."
Ash wasn't certain how to respond to that.
He ventured cautiously, "Can I ask you something? Why does Adele hate males so much?"
"Most knights I've encountered don't seem to have such a strong conviction one way or another."
The Duchess sighed, as if clarifying something very obvious to a particularly sluggish learner.
"Because males are incompetent," she said. "For the most part, they're only functional for one thing. Beyond that, they're frail, magically inert, and generally worthless."
"Their size, on average, is about as big as a pinky finger."
Ash's brain took a second to process that. Then he started laughing—actually laughing so hard he almost fell off the bed.
Wait. If every guy in this world had a dick the size of a pinky finger, then suddenly everything made sense.
The dragondick wasn't just rare. It was actually insane.
In a world where women ruled and every other man was basically useless in that department, he was basically a god.
That was... actually kind of terrifying and amazing at the same time.
The Duchess watched him laugh with an amused look on her face. Her eyes drifted down though, to where his pants weren't hiding anything.
Yeah, she's definitely seeing this.
She stared at the obvious bulge in his pants—something she'd never seen before—and her whole face turned red.
She looked away fast, a strand of silver hair falling in front of her face.
"Enough," she said, her voice shaky like she was trying to stay in control. "Take your clothes off."
Ash's amusement died as he realized what was about to happen.
Here we go. This is really happening.
He reached for his shirt and pulled it off slowly over his head.
His muscles moved easy now, no pain, completely healed by her magic.
The Duchess watched him like she was really focused on what he was doing, and Ash felt his skin prickle.
As he started to lower his pants, another thought popped into his head.
The previous Theo had given up, figured this world was too much, that he wasn't worth saving.
But Ash wasn't like that. Ash had spent his whole life reading stories about guys like him getting reincarnated into worlds just like this.
I've been waiting for this my whole life. This is my chance.
If every other guy in this world had a dick the size of a pinky finger, then Ash with his dragondick was basically unstoppable.
He could actually become something powerful in this crazy place.
The thought was scary and exciting at the same time.
Let's do this.
He looked at the Duchess, still watching him with that intense stare, and smiled.
This whole reincarnation thing was starting to get interesting.
[DRAGONDICK SYSTEM INITIALIZATION]
[HOST: Theo Vritara][DRAGONDICK STATUS: Dormant but Potent][BLOODLINE PURITY: 67% Dragon][SENSITIVITY: 5/10][SIZE POTENTIAL: Base (Expandable via points)][AROUSAL LEVEL: Rising Rapidly]
[CURRENT POINTS: 0]
[AVAILABLE ABILITIES:][- Dragon Bloodline Awakening (Locked)][- Dragondick Enhancement Shop (Locked)][- Kink Shop (Locked)]
[POINT GAIN SOURCES:][- Moans: 1P each][- Female Orgasm (any circumstance): 50P][- Seduction/Foreplay: 100P][- Full Intercourse: 150P]