Suddenly,
[Ding! Primordial Lust System initialized.]
[Congratulations, Host, on transmigrating to the ancient era with the Primordial Lust System.]
[The details of the system are listed below.]
The system converts Desire Energy (DE) gained from intimacy, attraction, and conquest into Power, Skills, and Tribe Growth.
System Functions:
[Lust Absorption: Converts pleasure, lust, or admiration into Ero Points.]
[Can absorb from touch, flirtation, or full acts.]
[Higher emotions (love, devotion, admiration) multiply yield.]
[Seduction Enhancement: Temporarily boosts charisma, aura, and confidence when around women who desire him.]
[Dual Cultivation Paths]
[Primordial Physique: Enhances body strength, stamina, and resilience.]
[Eros Spirit: Increases charm, spirit control, and compatibility with female cultivators.]
I read through the words, and a sudden, primal spike of heat caught in my throat.
What the hell?
Just like its name, everything about this system was screaming lust!
The thought that I could sate every sexual craving and simultaneously grow stronger through the act filled me with a powerful, burning anticipation.
"So the mechanics of this system are explicitly designed to make me stronger through lust," I mused aloud.
Restraining the wild surge of excitement, I glanced down and continued reading.
[Shop: Using Ero Points, you can purchase anything from the shop.]
[Note: Ero Points can be gotten when you seduce beauties, engage in intimate acts, and—well—fuck.]
The system's aggressive, direct language caused my eyes to squint as hot blood rushed through my body once more. Was the system truly this explicit?
I recalled the sight of the naked breasts on display and the thin fur cloths that barely concealed their plump, powerful thighs and firm, perky butts. I couldn't help but let out a low, guttural groan. This was essentially my life being set to Easy Mode.
Based on what I knew so far, these women didn't seem to possess any modesty or inhibition regarding sex. Gaining strength would be outrageously easy, and I could fuck as much as I desired along the way.
I raised my gaze slightly and continued reading the line of words from the system. This time, it was as if the system was displaying my current stats.
[Strength: 10]
[Magic: 0]
[Ero Points: 0]
[Physique: 3.5]
[Skills: Primordial Lust Eyes, Sensual Touch…]
I digested the information, making educated guesses. Strength referred to my raw physical power, while Physique covered my agility, stamina, and resilience. As for Magic, this confirmed that my new world was an alternate reality where arcane powers existed. Then there were the Ero Points, which were the key to my advancement.
I ruminated over the surge of information and was about to move my attention to the skills section.
At that moment, the door suddenly swung open, and the middle-aged woman with firm, perky breasts stepped inside. If my internal system was right, this was my mother.
Her firm, round breasts jiggled slightly with each step as she approached me, her eyes alight with maternal curiosity. Upon reaching me, she raised her fair, slender hand and gently touched my forehead, checking its warmth.
I struggled to ignore the fact that the smooth, full curve of her breasts was hanging right in front of my face as I tried desperately to concentrate.
"Mo—Mother, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely a stammered breath as I fought to suppress the growing, aching throb in my groin.
After touching me for a bit, she sighed in relief, her breasts heaving slightly with the expelled breath. I swallowed hard at the sight, my eyes tracking a glistening film of moisture that trailed down her collar, moving purposefully toward the apex of her nipple.
I watched with intense, focused hunger as the movement seemed to slow drastically, a forbidden, powerful desire brewing deep in my gut. In my previous life, such a thought would have been instantly shoved away, but here, staring at those bright red, demanding nipples, I couldn't stop the urge to grasp them, placing them in my mouth and sucking with tender, hungry fervor.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
My mother snapped her fingers repeatedly in front of my face. "Son, why are you staring at me like that?" She looked down, noticing the thin trails of sweat approaching the firm, hard peak of her nipple.
"Hah!" she breathed, a light, almost surprised sound, then reached out her finger and pinched the red nipple lightly. "It's already so hard again? I thought it had calmed down?"
The explicit sight was too intense; a sudden rush of blood made my head swim as I struggled to calm my breathing.
My mother removed her gaze from her nipples, seeing that the rock-hard surface wouldn't subside anytime soon. She rubbed my head gently. "Son, you made me worried! I thought your sister and I would have to live without you! I warned you not to head upstream!"
She seemed genuinely annoyed, and after she had finished venting her frustration, she finally calmed down. "The Chieftess said you are alright, so let's head back home," she told me.
Dazed, I regained my focus, having been momentarily lost to the enticing sight.
I nodded, then stood up, wrapping the dark fur cloth tightly around my nether region.
My mother led the way, and I was utterly unable to focus on anything else; my gaze was magnetically fixed on her heavy, rounded ass which swayed with a mesmerizing rhythm as she moved. I wanted to reach out, my fingers aching to grasp that soft, muscular cheek.
I wanted to know how it would feel to have my head buried between those mounds, sucking the life out of her glistening folds. I reached my hand down toward my throbbing, rock-hard cock. Perhaps I could place it between her folds right now and enjoy the raw, unrestrained pleasure of being in this era.
Scores of explicit thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.
In order to avoid ripping off the fur and doing some self-service right there, I wrenched my eyes away from her enticing, swaying hips. My eyes roamed about, and I noticed countless other women.
I couldn't count them all, but one thing was undeniably clear at a glance: in this era, it was the social norm to leave your breasts bare.
I noticed a few men not too far away—some guards, others farmers—but the ladies seemed to outnumber the men by more than two-to-one in this village.
All sorts of tempting breast shapes entered my line of sight. Some were taut and high, others were heavy with life, some were perfectly perky, and many featured nipples that stood erect like firm berries. The women ranged from all types: slender beauties in their early twenties, MILFs who radiated a potent, mature sexual aura, and most importantly, GILFs…
I turned to a spot nearby, noticing a lady who seemed to be in her late fifties. However, her figure was far too sensual to match her age. She sat with her legs apart, and I clearly spotted a trickle of glistening liquid tracing a path down her inner thigh.
Was that mere sweat, or… her delicious, slick cream?
My thoughts became a sensual obsession as I squinted my eyes for a better look.
Just then, my mother's voice brought me sharply back to the present.
"Son, we're home…" As she spoke, she pointed toward a rough-hewn wooden house.
I glanced at the house for a moment, then my gaze snapped back to the GILF with the trickle of glistening liquid. I marked her. I marked the precise location of her house and silently promised myself to head straight there as soon as I finished whatever awaited me at home.