THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
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My twin sister Emma took over the family, or rather, it would be more accurate to say that she completely annihilated it, not out of spite, but out of duty. I lost everything… or that was what I had thought, but when I was sure she had taken everything she possibly could from me, she took more. She had me castrated. As the last male in my entire lineage that was it. Once I was gone, it was over, forever.
I don't understand what I did wrong, why everyone hated me, or why the world was so much stronger than me. I was the head of my house, a noble. I should have been someone with power, someone who commanded respect, someone who could never be allowed to fall so easily. I didn't do anything wrong, and even if I did, I knew the others were worse. I had evidence they were worse, but despite all my accusations they still stand.
Being out on the streets felt like hell. Having no money, no connections, and no friends felt like a sick joke. I had to learn how to steal. I didn't know it was so hard. I got caught so many times and beaten so badly I thought I'd die from my injuries. I don't know why I thought It'd be that easy. No matter how badly I got beat… I'd always recover, and that didn't just go for injuries, but for sickness as well.
Being out in the elements and among the peasants, I caught every single disease I'd ever heard of, and a few I hadn't heard of. I caught colds and pneumonia, Scurvy and Jaundice, smallpox and hypothermia, Tuberculosis, the plague, infections of every kind, and I'd feel myself close to death every time wishing for the sweet release of death. Again, I'd recover. Every time.
There was no hope of the release of death… no money meant the food was horrible. No money meant no warm fire in the winter, the clothes on my back had to last as long a possible, but after five years they were rags. Worst of all was my lack of a cock. There was no comfort in women even if I wanted it. It made me reflect on my life and the fact I had been a virgin… why was I so scared of fucking women? I couldn't have been more stupid! Now that it was gone I wanted nothing more than to fuck a woman with my non-existent cock. Maybe it wasn't my cock that I missed the most. maybe it was everything.
I miss my estate… the estate that was set aflame one tragic night out of nowhere. They called it an accident. I see now that it was probably done on purpose. I miss my servants, both my maids and butlers. Jay and Marv… they were good butlers, always keeping things in order, making sure I knew who was coming when and why I should even bother to entertain those people. I think that Marv was the one with black hair and Jay had brown hair… no wait… they both had black hair. There was another one named William. He was the one with brown hair, green eyes, and he was quiet compared to the other two. I think I tried to challenge William to a duel once and lost horribly. I wonder why that was?
I had some really nice maids… Heather… she had some of the nicest breasts I've ever seen. I think they were F cups. Black hair… a nice ass… blue eyes… I should have fucked her. I should have fucked all my maids. Liza had wonderful wavy brown hair, the thinnest waist, and nice D cups. She didn't like being looked at and avoided my eyesight at all times. She avoided everyone. Let's see… the blonde ones were Penny, Velitia, Felicity, and Beth… the other black haired ones were Samma, and Gerda.
I think I had another butler… Keisuke… he was the oldest of them… blonde hair, and he was the last to leave my side… only once I ordered him to leave me. I wanted to be alone… that was after Emma castrated me. I should have kept him around… but I was angry… I didn't want the slightest chance that he would mock me. A short while after, I'd heard he hung himself.
I was no saint… I know people didn't like me and wanted me gone… but at least I wasn't greedy like all the other nobles. Lack of ambition… was attributed to me… marked against me as though contentment in the things I owned was anything other than a virtue. Being my father's heir made me so happy… I spent so much money… no… it would be more accurate to say that I wasted it. Thousands of Nelm spent in an instant… an inheritance of two million Nelm… whittled down to just a hundred thousand in five years.
I thought money was what made people corrupt… that's the story I heard told no matter where I went, so to me, money wasn't anything… but the moment it was gone suddenly people despised me… suddenly I was a bastard, a fool, and a worthless nobody. I became a worse person in the eyes of other people when I had no money than when I did have money.
An heir at thirteen… a ruined noble at twenty one… homeless at twenty two… now at knifepoint in an alley at twenty seven… Why am I at knifepoint? Money. It's always fucking money. Even when you have nothing, and look like a person who has nothing, people are always looking for more fucking money from you, as if just being alive is proof that you have any.
I could try and make the situation worse… that way he'd actually stab me… but then it would fucking hurt… and worse of all… it wouldn't kill me. As they held me by the collar all I could do was look pathetic.
"Why don't you nice fellas leave that weak man alone?" a voice called out from the other end of the alley. His eyes were like sapphires, his hair pitch black, his cloak the same color as his hair, and under that was a blue uniform unlike anything I had seen before. The thugs became angry and dropped me, turning their attention to the guy trying to spoil their fun.
A fight broke out, and after some heated yelling and wild swinging, the black-haired men had them both on the ground out cold. He extended a hand to me and pulled me back on my feet.
"Are you alright?" He asked me.
"I'm not sure…" I responded with a whimper.
"Are you afraid those guys are going to beat you up again?"
I looked at him with confusion, then with something else. I realized what kind of person this was that saved me. "I don't need your kindness. People like you piss me off." I told him.
"I'm sorry?"
"You go around saving people trying to act all heroic, but it means nothing." I seethed.
"What I did wasn't nothing! I saved you from some cowardly thugs!"
"You really think a couple of thugs could bother me more than being homeless? That a couple of thugs could cause me more harm than the icy night wind cutting into my face keeping me awake at night? That a couple of thugs could hurt more than the pangs in my stomach desperate to put anything inside it even if that thing is literal shit?!"
"Whoa, now calm down."
"WHY?! SO I CAN PRAISE YOU FOR BEING A GOOD PERSON? SO THAT YOU FEEL JUSTIFIED IN LEAVING ME BEHIND TO CONTINUE SUFFERING UNJUSTLY!?"
The man wore a face of guilt, stammered, lowered his head, then grimaced. He looked up at me and a single tear fell from his cheek.
"You've been through a lot. I see now that I placed myself above you and that in doing so I've mocked you and your situation. I know it means nothing, but I'm sorry for talking to you that way. My name is Seiji Anakari. What's yours?"
"My name doesn't mean anything."
"It does to me. Please. Tell me it."
"It's Wayne. Wayne Femill-... just Wayne."
"You said you're hungry?"
"Men are always hungry. You'd be hard pressed to find one that's fed."
I felt him press something to my face. I looked to see a loaf of bread. I then looked at him confused.
"What's this?"
"Food."
I grabbed it without a second thought and ate greedily afraid he'd take it away from me. He just smiled and stood by while I ate his food without a second thought. I ate it all down to the last crumb and watched to see how he would react.
"Wow. You're a pretty mannerless person. No surprise."
"Mannerless?"
"You never said thank you."
"Nobody ever thanks me, so I don't plan to thank anyone either."
"Well thank you for being honest."
I paused at his thank you. I didn't realize a thank you could be used for something so pathetic… but for some reason… it hit me different. I realized how ungrateful I was.
"Thank you… for the food." I managed to mutter.
"No problem." he replied with a smile.
The next day he sought me out and wouldn't leave me alone. Said something about wanting to understand my situation better. He did that day after day, until the days turned to weeks, and then the weeks turned into months. It didn't take long for us to become acquaintances after that. He found jobs for me and taught me how to make money. I thought that working peasant jobs were easy… how wrong I was. This was the kind of work we nobles made them do? Were they just stronger than us? If so, then why did we rule over them instead of the other way around?
The more time I spent with this Seiji Anakari person, the less my world made sense. Everything I had ever known began to shatter into a million pieces as I spent those four months with him. By the end of those four months, I wasn't hungry anymore like I had been. I'd learned how to make my own fires, how to make money, how to trade, and what kind of tools I'd need for freelance work.
I was no longer suffering… and it was all thanks to him. He saved me… from myself most of all. I'd never be the same again. I don't understand why he stopped to help me. I thought it was because he had no friends, but I quickly learned that wasn't the case, in fact… he had a lot of friends. Good friends in fact.
Seiji Anakari wasn't just a random nobody… he was a part of a treasure hunting party. One that was becoming famous. The more I learned about this guy, the more I realized just how far above me this guy was. He was doing something with his life. He had everything I didn't. He had ambitions. Seiji was eight years younger than me, he was an orphan, he was raised by a disgraced priest, he had two sisters who died of sickness, and his party… his party had five members including himself.
I was twenty-eight when all hell broke loose. A disaster ensued that destroyed three cities, and as a result, one hundred and forty-six hunting parties were sent out to deal with the disaster. Only one party survived. Seiji's party was left behind due to their low rank, and that left an impression on him. From that point, Seiji began to change. He was used to be content with his position, but that disaster made him realize he was weak, so he began to train harder than he had before.
He didn't forget about me and wanted me to join him after realizing he would need to leave the town I was in in order to get stronger. I accepted his offer and became an official member of Seiji's Party, the Fiery Champions. I became his scavenger, not because I was particularly good at it, but it was the only thing I knew how to do, and If there ever came a time I had to leave, honing those skills would help me survive on my own. There were three girls and one guy in our party. The guy's name was Maka, and he was somehow more relaxed than Seiji was and was our Mage.
Maka had Blonde hair, Blue eyes, was taller than the rest of us, and he knew a lot. He apparently had rich parents and a good education, because of that, he had a passion for learning and acquiring new skills. To call him a mage was a bit of a stretch. He knew a lot about everything, it just so happened that he had a large mana pool which made magecraft easy for him compared to others.
The girls were all into Seiji. How did I know? I could hear him fucking them every night we went out on a quest. I don't blame him though. the girls in our party were fucking hot. Sybil was the brunette with a reddish hue to her hair. Her eyes were teal and her bust was an F cup. She was super friendly all around and was super compassionate. She was my favorite. The other girls weren't too sure about me, but she didn't hesitate to talk to me. Sybil was our thief.
Next was Molly, an elf and a blonde with eyes like topaz and E cup breasts. I get the impression she used to have a horrible personality but has changed a lot since then. She isn't particularly unpleasant, but she does like to keep to herself, even when it comes to Seiji. She was by far the most skilled of our group as a spearswoman.
The last one was Letty, the youngest, with dark skin, twin braids and red fiery eyes. Letty was the shyest of the group and had D cup breasts, the smallest by far, but still quite pleasant to look at. Letty also had the nicest ass. Letty was our cleric and despite her shy demeanor, she was really good at her job class. I just had to keep an eye out for her because the poor girl was super unlucky and clumsy despite how hard she tried.
As a scavenger, I had access to all sorts of skills that made scouting and pathfinding easy. That didn't mean learning them was easy though, in fact, learning them was the hardest thing I've done in my entire life. Lucky for me, I had Seiji and Maka. Seiji helped me understand how to talk to people and ask them for advice and insight, and Maka showed me what books I should be looking for and how to study them. With their help I was able to become a proficient scavenger in three years.
Time flew quickly while I was in that party, and before I knew it, I'd spent ten years with them, and in that time, we had become famous. To be more accurate, we had become heroes. Seiji and Maka had an unspoken agreement to make sure we were all the strongest hunting party in the entire kingdom of Noxefaron so they would take on hard requests and encourage us to do all sorts of strange training to hone our skills and cover our weak spots.
We found ourselves taking on lions, then we took on trolls, then bears, then minotaurs, then armies of smaller monsters like goblins, lizard men, kobolds and orcs. We took on a wyvern, and then a dragon. It seemed like there wasn't anything we couldn't hunt and kill. We tracked down rare plants and monsters, we dove into the deepest dungeons cleared dangerous Miasma zones like they were nothing and raided the most impenetrable fortresses.
All of us became really popular, and everyone from within the kingdom and without wanted to join us or fuck us. The women that swarmed us were the biggest issue. Maka eventually gave in and started a playboy lifestyle, as for Seiji… he got the other girls in our party pregnant, a couple of times in fact.
Before we knew it, we had five toddlers running around traveling with us constantly. The girls took turns baby-sitting, which was the biggest relief of all. I didn't hate them, but having them around all the time made me realize just how much trouble these little shits really were. Okay, maybe it was just Molly's three kids who were little shits, maybe Molly was just a shit mother. She didn't teach them any manners, doted on them way too much and always took their side in every grievance we had against them. Even Seiji was powerless against her. That's what you get for knocking that bitch up three times, idiot!
If she wasn't so strong, me, Maka, and Sybil would have voted to kick her out a long time ago, but despite our feelings, she was an actual asset to our party. The amount of times she's come in clutch is embarrassing to admit, and out of everyone, she's probably the most competent, even more so than Seiji. That isn't to say that she's was the most powerful, Seiji's got her beat good on the front. Seiji has all of us beat on that front.
Still, we were all good, so good in fact that not all of us had to be together to take on dungeons, miasma zones or quests. Sometimes just two of us was enough, and it was on one of these duo dungeon crawls that me and Seiji found one of the most powerful artifacts possibly in existence. None of us could have even guessed how to use it or what power it held were it not for the corpse in the next room that had shelves of detailed research.
The book that the corpse clung in his hand was the book to tell all. It was the completion of his research, a lifetime endeavor. The artifact was called the Ring of Return, and the power the book claimed it possessed was the power to turn back time to the point in time you lost the first person who mattered to you, something insanely specific. None of us dare try to use it, wary of how far back it might take us or what damage that might cause. We'd used enough artifacts to know just how dangerous they were.
This wasn't even the first time traveling artifact we had come across. There was another called the Bracelett of insight. That one took all of us back two years and cost a tremendous amount of Mana, so much, that Maka almost died had it not been for a mana restoration artifact we had at that moment two years ago. These things were always pricey. That didn't stop Seiji from asking hypotheticals though.
"What was the first person you lost that mattered to you?" he asked while we walked towards the exit of the dungeon.
"I don't know anymore… I try to forget as much as I can about my life. It was just shit." I replied. "Nothing went right for me, and I've lost so many things. It's hard to maintain hope when so much was taken away from you. I try to keep my emotions in check now. I don't want to disappoint myself any further."
"Sometimes it will feel like nothing is going right and that everything looks hopeless. If you give up there, you'll learn nothing, but if you persist, you'll never forget that feeling… and when things finally do start to go right, it will feel so much sweeter and you'll be able to see more possibilities than you would have otherwise."
"Yeah… well, If I think really hard about it… it was probably when my mother died."
"How long ago was that?"
"20 years. I was 18 at the time. That was where everything started to go downhill."
"I thought I was lucky to lose someone so late in my life… but this artifact makes it feel a lot more unlucky in context."
"What do you mean?"
"Say I did end up using it. I'd only end up 10 years in the past, back when I lost my mentor. However if you used it, you'd end up 20 years into the past."
"It wouldn't change anything."
"Sure it would."
"No. My sister was already engaged to one of the men that ruined me. It was mother's dying wish that she go through with the arrangement."
"But you'd know what kind of man he was."
"I did back then too. My best friend figured all that out, tried to expose it, and got hung."
"That's fucking bleak."
"My fucking life."
"Surely you had more friends who would have taken your side."
"No. I didn't. Even my best friend… we only became best friends because I used to help him flip girl's skirts."
"Skirt flipping?"
"Stupid… I know… but if hadn't tried to help me, he would have had a good life. He was a better person than me… but he was just dumber."
"You think trying to help other people is dumb?"
"I think trying to help people who have nothing to offer you is dumb."
"Guess that makes me the dumbest of them all."
"You talk like I didn't know that already."
"Asshole."
When we got out of that dungeon, something had changed. A war broke out that completely shattered the borders of Noxefaron. To make matters worse, the king personally sent his strongest knights to beg for our help. Given the situation, we couldn't refuse, and before we knew it, we were on the front lines of a long bloody war that lasted 10 years. We all thought we were strong, but that war taught us otherwise. The miasma zones weren't as contained as they once had been. Every year they were getting more out of control, they were getting harder, and more of them were appearing than what was normal. The world, or at the very least, our kingdom was off balance.
The more time that passed, the more scattered we became. We were once inseparable, but now we were so strong individually, that if we didn't at least try to handle huge problems on our own, worse ones would appear out of the ones neglected. One by one we fell to our demise starting with Letty, who was killed in battle by an invading kingdom. Next was Molly who disappeared trying to take on one of the deepest dungeons ever recorded, and then Maka died of exhaustion while taking on 5 miasma zones back to back. Seiji abandoned everything to come to my aid.
I was sent to stop the resurrection of an ancient evil, and while I'd foiled them twice, this third time was different. These stupid, stupid nobles called it their final salvation, and in their desperation they spent years trying to find my weaknesses. I'd had none, but I was still mortal. I could only take so many attacks until it would rip me apart and finish me for good. I had no idea they would go that far, but Seiji knew. He'd caught wind of their plan intercepting one of the conspirators.
When he finished his battle, he rushed to mine. We were able to defeat each of the nobles and their Hunters one by one until we came to the last two. These last two were taken out by something else. It was the thing, the ancient entity they were trying to resurrect, and if the records were correct, there was nothing we could do. In five seconds we would be dead. I got knocked out cold and when I woke up, I thought I would be in hell, but what I saw was different.
It was a gathering of people in a graveyard. I remember this place but… this couldn't be the place I was thinking of could it? What the… I remember this… this is… my father's funeral… but why? Is this a dream?... am I caught in a trance?... or?...
That idiot… He sent me back in time instead of himself didn't he?!