5 Post-suck Reincarnation.
Ero-sama delicately savored the lusciousness of the whipped cream, her senses heightened by its silky texture and warm embrace. With each delectable bite, it felt as if she herself had become the cum.
As she indulged in the heavenly treat, pointed from where he sat.
"Ah, Ero-sama, there's still remnants of my juice on your lips."
Ero-sama arched an eyebrow in amusement.
"Oh? Is that so?" she responded, she smiled in a sexy way.
Swiftly, she brushed away the lingering stains with her thumb, her touch sending tremors of pleasure through her body.
Without hesitation, she brought her thumb to her mouth, her tongue dancing sensually over the digit to cleanse it thoroughly.
His eyes locked onto her erotic display.
"Now that I've sucked out some of your intense power, let's focus on the skills you'll gain in this new world.
"Thank you for your assistance," Garp voiced earnestly.
Ero-sama leaned closer, whispering softly, "It's my pleasure. The way your meat caressed my tongue is an experience I won't soon forget."
"We can always do it again right?" Garp asked.
Ero-sama withdrew slightly.
"I'm afraid not, dear Garp," she replied, her tone gentle yet firm. "Our dynamic must remain professional, abiding by the divine laws that govern us."
In simpler terms, gods and disciples fucking was a no-no.
"I see," said Garp, regretfully.
"Ah, don't feel bad... in this new world you'll meet lots of women that'll give you the pleasure that rail gun of yours is in need of."
"I hope so."
Ero-sama's voice remained calm, "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
Garp nodded as he tucked his dick back into his pants.
"On the snap of my finger, you'll be transported to this new world.."
"But, I don't fully know what to do yet.." he said.
"It's a simply time and mind manipulation magic, but this snap of my fingers will fast forward our perception of time through the remaining events and you'll be reincarnated to your new world, with all your new skills, items and the archives you'll be tasked with filling up."
"That's some powerful magic," Garp stood up from his chair.
"It is, the mind portion of this magic will sift all the preferences for the type of skills and items you'll require. So technically, you'll be the one making your choices, without actually making your choices..."
Calmly Garp balled his fists. "Okay then, I trust you," he said.
"Alright then." Ero-sama flashed him an affectionate smile.
SNAP!!
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As Garp, now known as Mastur, gasped for breath, his eyes fluttered open in surprise.
His mind whirled with confusion as he tried to grasp his surroundings.
"Where... where am I?" he blurted out, panic lacing his voice.
But as the memories flooded back, his expression transformed from bewilderment to a calm resolve.
"I must've already been reincarnated," he muttered under his breath, his gaze shifting to his own hands.
Wide-eyed, Mastur inspected the toned muscles that rippled beneath his skin.
"Wow, my arms look a little more muscular..."
The realization of his newfound strength washed over him.
However, a thought lingered in his mind, an unanswered question.
"Wait, since I've been reincarnated, maybe my appearance..."
Without finishing his sentence, he leaped out of the chair, propelled by an intense curiosity.
His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of wooden floorboards, an oil lamp, and shelves laden with books and scrolls.
His search intensified as he sought a mirror.
He was considering, no, he was hoping his appearance changed.
Every corner of the room was thoroughly examined until his gaze fell upon a small, dust-covered mirror tucked away in a drawer.
Quickly, he wiped away the dirt and grime with the fabric of his clothing.
As the mirror regained its polished shine, Mastur took a step back and gazed at his reflection, awestruck.
Before him stood a man utterly transformed.
Short, lustrous blonde hair framed a face adorned with captivating blue eyes, like precious gems.
A smile grew on Mastur's lips as he murmured in gratitude, "Ero-sama, thank you for this."
He marveled at the perfection of his appearance.
It became clear to him that in this world, where even the brothels catered to any client with a pocketful of coins, he would need a charm that surpassed the ordinary standards.
Mastur knew that his striking features would serve him well.
So that he wouldn't capture only women of the night who've been fucked by a thousand dicks.
A special term for them was the FDI department.
Fucked by Dicks Incomprehensibly.
Mastur scratched his chin, deep in thought, contemplating his next move.
"Now, what do I do?" he pondered aloud.
"Should I just head out and go fuck in a brothel?"
With a shake of his head, he dismissed the idea, knowing that there was more to his newfound existence that he didn't know of.
He sat down on his bed, the creaking of the frame echoing through the room as he gave a frustrated sigh.
"How could Ero-sama be so detailed in her explanation and yet miss out on crucial information?" he muttered, already annoyed.
Dust particles danced in the air as he reclined and gazed up at the dilapidated ceiling, cobwebs clinging to its corners.
A cough escaped his lips.
"I... I might have to clean here up later..."
But for now, rest.
Suddenly, a dazzling magic circle materialized a few meters away from where Mastur lay, and through it emerged a captivating vision.
A girl with vanilla skin, her figure adorned with thick thighs and a tight black high-waist skirt, stepped into the room. Her white shirt clung to her curves, and a pair of glasses rested on her delicate features. Long blonde hair cascaded down her slender back, framing sparkling blue eyes.
Mastur's eyes widened in surprise.
An unexpected entrance.
But no, such an sexually attractive eye candy could never swoon his cock to deceive his brain.
It could be trouble, he thought.
Jumping off the bed, Mastur hastily pulled his pants down.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"I have a weapon, and I'm not afraid to use it!"
He held out his stiffened cock, ready for action.
The blond lady's gaze flickered downwards, she appreciated his size easily.
The tip was a 3.5 centimeters in diameter and the shaft as long as nine inches.
It was indeed a weapon he had.
A rail gun in-between his legs that was ready to fire at any moment.
The lady gave a foxy smile as she gently bit her index finger, a seductive shine in her narrowed eyes.
"Oh my," she purred. "It seems Ero-sama wasn't exaggerating about your... jade stalk."
Mastur raised an eyebrow, confused.
His initial hostility ebbed away.
"Who are you?" he repeated.
But this time, his tone was soft.
"And what are you doing here?" he added.
The girl giggled lightly.
"Apologies for the lack of introduction. My name is Felicity, I'm a disciple of Ero-sama sent here to guide you on your erotic journey..."
"Thank heavens!"
Masur shoved his cock back into his pants as he fell back on his bed.
' To be honest, I actually thought she was summoned here for me to fuck. It'd be awesome though, a situation where you're at home and the women are just engineered to your taste and delivered to you to fuck... That would be humanity's greatest evolution... '
"Hm?"
Felicity tilted her head to the right as she stared at Mastur.
Her blond locks glided across her beautiful face follow the motion of her head.
Mastur's eyes widened when she did it.
Did what?
She did something that would change the entirety of Masturʼs.
It would bring him one step closer to the world of pure sexual intercourse.
But if one were to give a premonition of what it was...
It involved cum and and the sexiest panties you'd ever come across.
Coupled together, these two would make the combination known across the realm as—
"PC & J sandwich"
A powerful opposite of the well known "PB & J sandwich".
