Kinky Modeling.

"Fuck…! I needed that."

"Ahn…~🎔 A-Again…"

"Again, huh? How hungry is your pussy is? Geez."

"Aahnn.~ Y-Your fault…🎔"

"Haha! Well, I guess it is. Anyway, thanks for the help." Efran sighed in relief as he stared at Aqua's ass, slapping it. "Well, when I look at you, I think we both have our fill now."

"Anhn… W-Why always thrusting here?"

"It's your sweet spot. What's the purpose of sex if I don't make you feel good?" He whispered close to her ear as he leaned over her, their hands stuck to the others' and their fingers intertwining, still in the missionary position. "So I just fuck you in the position that easiest to touch it."

"Thank… you, I-I guess…"

"No thanks needed. I really like your moans."

"H-Haha-haha…haha…"

"…What's the problem?" 

"What if your mother somehow learns we fucked again?" She pleaded, her eyes watering and her voice wavering. "Why do you want to do it so much…?"

"Needed to bust a nut. Can't get simpler than that."

"H-Haven't... your mom told you not to do it with me anymore?"

"Come on. Don't be a little bitch. You wanted it too, so—"

"WHY DID I ACCEPT TO DO IT!? AAAAH! NOO!"

"Hey! Shup up! Tone it down! It's only five in the mornin-"

"SHE WILL THROW ME OUT OF THE HOUSE! I'LL END UP A HOBO! NOOO!"

"Shut up—"

"THIS IS THE END OF ME! DICK IS THE END OF ME-"

"Shut up...!" He lamented, taking her cheeks between his fingers and squeezing them, making her lips curl up into a duck face. "Go back to moaning."

Putting his hand on her mouth to stop her shrieks of despair, he gave her several more hip thrusts, taking care to hit her G-spot again and again as she slowly started calming down again, going back to her horny self.

In no time, she was squirting again and putting her love juice all over the floor and on the bedsheets. Here goes the guest room. Baptized with holy water brewed from a goddess.

"Your pussy is really like a broken water faucet, haha!"

"Kya!~🎔 T-This isn't f-fair… Ahnn…"

Given the early hour and because of the snowfall, the sun wouldn't rise for quite a while, so he had some time for himself. He couldn't sleep anyway, so better to use this time to think about all of this.

Even more so because his mom clung to him so much, his cock glued to her labia, but he wasn't a degenerate capable of raping his mother. He still had values despite what he did in the past.

Luckily, she was a heavy sleeper, so leaving the room without risking her finding out anything was easy.

That said, she did say she was an enchantress, so maybe it had something to do with the sexual, almost tantalizing magnetism she exuded. Same for the sleepy aura she exuded while they were bathing.

He had no idea what her powers were, but he knew that in the myth of King Arthur, an enchantress was a master of seduction. Mannerisms, body, makeup, voice, and magic were tools of sultry seduction to enchantresses. In the end, partaking in sexual rituals, luring the man into a sense of safety, or simply having the guy's energy and seeds for potions, spells, etc.

So far, it all fits with his mother. Well, everything except the luring of men.

According to her, it wasn't the only thing she was capable of, so if he followed this logic, he, too, by heredity, must have this magical sparkle in him.

Whether or not he used magic in the past was unknown. There may be some blues about that in his bedroom, but it was locked in, and he couldn't find the key. He wanted to know about the former him so that no one would even think about him being amnesic. He remembered many things but couldn't remember Sinclair, his nanny, so…

—It's not so easy, huh… I might as well use my post-nut clarity buff to think this through.

Once the euphoria of orgasm had passed and the fresh air from outside snuck in through the half-open window, the after-sex felt even sweeter. His mind was clear.

This magical aphrodisiac floating all over would be a problem until he got used to it. Then again, he wasn't the only one afflicted by it either. Aqua seemed just as much in the grip of an abnormally sky-high libido.

BWell, maybe it's probably the same for everyone. Others are just more accustomed to it.

"That stuff again."

Another womb tattoo, but this time weakly glowing pink. He saw it already on Aqua's lower stomach when he fucked her, but it wasn't shiny like that. The only difference between this glowing one and the translucent one of his mom was that he came into her and not into his mom.

—I guess the tattoo needs a fresh deposit of cum to work correctly.

A fancy power for a cultured man. Truly remarkable.

Chuckling, he turned back toward the half-conscious Aqua, putting his hand on the tattoo and sliding his index finger across it. Shining a bit brighter as he did so, the tattoo acted like it wanted to extend as it followed his finger, creating weird and minuscule tentacles-like nerve endings trying to stick to Aqua's skin and flesh.

The tip of his finger also glowed pink. The tentacles thingy came out of it, following what he wanted instead of being an entity of its own. Judging by its look, it was his own… magic flesh extending out just a tiny bit into barely visible strands.

—That's some Eldritch stuff right here.

He could also use it on furniture, even walls, making him stay glued to it by manipulating its shape while simultaneously engraving patterns, letters, etc.

It could undoubtedly be used as a tattooing tool but also to create magic wall and floor tattoos of sorts… Maybe even tattoos sticking to the air?

—It's not a noob-friendly superpower, huh… I'll need time to understand fully how it works.

Focusing a little longer on Aqua's tattoo to understand how to use his power, he drew straight lines from the small heart on her lower belly, creating a heart pierced on all sides by spikes. Brushing it made Aqua moan again and moved in her sleep while some cum started to escape from her pussy.

Putting back his hand on the tattoo without using his power sent a sharp pain through his whole arm, making him bat his eyelids.

He was too accustomed to aches and stress to even jolt back in pain. That said, an average person might flinch if touching this stuff for even a second.

—A power tied to a creative process, eh? Good thing I took drawing lessons as a kid. Though… nowadays, I think I'm much better at handling a gun than a pencil…

Feeling the need to go outside, he stepped out into the small garden sheltered from the wind, his slippers sinking into the snow. Several bizarre plants were growing there, hidden in a small greenhouse away from any curious neighbors: luminescent yellow mushrooms with eyes and mouths, accompanied by a row of large black mushrooms with angry red eyes.

The yellow mushrooms seemed to create some light as they produced some light balls in a sun-like pattern.

—What the heck... Are these sun-shrooms and doom-shrooms from Plant vs. Zombie?

His rhetorical question drew a laugh from him. He couldn't believe his eyes. At this point, if even this world mingled into the hentaiverse, then anime and eroge might be part of the bundle.

Touching the light balls burned his skin, making him want to try something else. He tried grabbing them again with the magical threads extending from his fingers. The balls gradually weakened once in his hands, their magic properties seemingly sucked off by his own superpower.

The yellow light the shrooms shone was now trapped in his hands, changing the pinkish glow of his powers into a golden one.

That said, a faint pink light remained and blended with the rest so he could choose which type of energy he wanted to use. At least, that's what he realized as he tried out his power on himself.

—So... my basic energy is fuchsia. Lust energy, huh… But I can also stock and create some other types and create stuff with it. Magic energy is like ink.

There were quite a few possibilities. It all hinged on the amount of different energies available in this world and whether each had a specific color. For example, would anger and love be the same shade of red and, therefore, have the same properties, or would they be two completely different colors?

—I'll have to find some women from whom I can harvest magic energy.

The point is, if he can synthesize energies, that's even better because then it wouldn't be all about womb tattoos but magical tattoos with unique features. Not only would they work by engraving it on his body or others, but also on the floor, the walls, and even weapons.

For him, anything inventive and possibly deadly was thrillingly fun.

Call it bloodlust, if you will.

The same devilish grin he had in every predicament played on his lips as his eyes focused on his hands.

Both his mom and Aqua didn't have the same energy, so… Was it that every person had a signature energy of their own because of the difference in their feelings when around him? In that case…

Lost in his musings and experimenting with various energy combinations using the plants in the garden, he stopped thinking and just experimented.

The sun had finally risen, warming the frigid air a little. Although Aqua had gotten up and tried to prepare something for breakfast, she'd managed to screw it up, so his mom took over, aggravated by her son's inept "girlfriend."

"You should pick better girlfriends, sweetie."

"Yeah? What's a better girlfriend, then?"

"Someone at least 10 years older than you, preferably 15, with good enough income, and who loves children.~" She described cheerfully, making some eggs and beacons for the three of them. "I will only accept these women as your women.~"

"Yeah… If you say so. I'm old enough to choose for myself. I'm not gonna do what you want just because you want it, you know?"

"Y-You're still not 21!" She yelped, trying to appear mad but failing miserably. "And you still live under my roof."

"Well, alright, when I'll turn 21, I'll go find my own flat—"

"No, nono—" She cried, letting the pan fall to the table. "Please don't do that... Please don't..."

"M-Miss, are you all right?" Aqua asked with an uneasy expression on her face, trembling. "You look pale—"

"Y-You've tainted him again!"

"Tainted…?"

"You did it again, do you!? It's written all over both of your faces!"

"Yeah," Efran admitted matter-of-factly. "We fucked."

"Why...!?" She stuttered with teary eyes. "W-Why did you do that to me...!?"

"To you...?"

"Yes!"

"You were the one playing with my cock all night, and you were sulking about me being mean, so I asked Aqua for hel—"

"A-Are you implying that I'm a b-bad mother...?"

"Hey… Why are you even starting to cry?"

"N-no… nono—no… This can't be happening… I didn't even get to claim his virginity… and now that…"

"What…?"

"Poppycock! Heresy! I'll sulk!"

"Yeah?"

"…Miss?"

Collapsing to the floor like a house of cards, tears rolling down her cheeks, she spoke under her breath as he carried her back to the sofa, Aqua making her drink water and helping her eat to recover from her overwhelming emotions.

At the same time, the sound of the entrance's door unlocking echoed in the living room as the door swung open, revealing the figure of a woman every bit as thick as his mother.

Stepping inside the house and locking the door, she walked into the living room, all eyes riveted on her as she put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow, bewildered.

"M-Mum..." His mother whispered.

"What happened here…? Katty, why are you crying?"

—That's… my grandma.

He was unsure as to whether she was a tad thicker than his mom, but there was no shortage of flesh to appeal to him. Her breasts were once again massive, some of the veins showing faintly, sagging under the weight of years, exposed via a generous cleavage. Her clothes, admittedly businesslike, left little to the imagination. Her crimson eyes, similar to his mother's, settled on Efran, scrutinizing and trying to understand who he was, her somewhat wrinkled face lighting up in the realization of who she was facing.

"Efran? Is that you?!" She cried, her voice fluttering, stunned by what she saw, unable to move. "I thought Katty had another breakdown when she called me… but… telling me that the police found you and brought you back…"

Approaching him and taking his face in her hand, she brushed off a tear falling down her face as she looked at him.

"Look what you've become, proud young man." She sighed, fighting back her tears, a moved smile on her face, passing her finger on his scar like his mom did. "A gunshot scar... If it stings, I can prepare an ointment to soothe the aches and soreness."

Aqua pushed Efran by the shoulder, inciting him to take his grandma in his arms. She was a positive-aligned goddess, after all. Maybe dumb, maybe a crybaby, but still a good person nonetheless.

On the other hand, for Efran, having both a mother and a grandmother in less than 24 hours was a tad overwhelming. For now, the only thing he could do was go with the flow.

After taking her in his arms for a bit, his grandma kissed him on the forehead and put her hand on his shoulders.

"I feel fortunate seeing you again, airhead. Nobody else survived the Great Pit… I'm happy for you, Efran. You even have a girlfriend now, isn't it? What's her name?"

"I-I'm Aqua, pleased to meet you, Miss."

"Ohoh.~ Come on, sweetie pie, drop the Miss, just call me Eleanor."

"H-Haha..."

"You poor girl seems quite stressed out. Katty, what did you do to her?"

"N-Nothing Mum! I… I just don't want her to be his girlfriend!"

"...No tantrum. You're pushing fifty in five years."

"But she—"

"She what? You should be happy your son popped a cherry."

—Finally, at least someone is normal around here.

"I've taught him everything to make a woman happy in bed, even employing my own body and sexual organ as a reference for him so he would know for sure what to touch, graze, or penetrate when he finally gets to engage in sexual intercourse. It would have been too bad not to use this hard-learned knowledge to his advantage.~~"

—Alright. Like mother, like daughter.

"But she's not even 3 years older than him!"

"You know the saying: a fresh oyster or a dry-aged beef. Let the kid taste their succulences; he'll end up choosing at some point.~" She comforted her daughter, sitting beside her before stroking her hair, making her rest her head on her shoulder. "Here, here.~"

"S-She's of the same age as him!"

"I know, I know, it's alright.~"

Both Aqua and Efran looked at each other, wondering what in the fuck this world was.

Hentaiverse, yeah, but to what extent? Even Aqua failed to grasp how fucked up it would be when she was gazing at the world created by the memories from his previous life. Until now, everything was completely random. She didn't know anything either. Demon King? Eldritch Horror? Evil conglomerate? No ideas.

Once everyone had calmed down, they decided to go shopping together in the local shopping district. It wasn't too far away, so they just arrived on foot. Small businesses were everywhere, from itinerant churro sellers to stationery stores.

Not wasting the opportunity to eat some churros, his Grandma bought some for everyone, giving Efran a few more without the others seeing them before going into a large clothing shop with a goldsmith's shop front.

—That's the chic part of town.

"Good morning, David. Can you tell Da-Som her dear friend came by, please?"

"Of course, but she might be a bit occupied—"

"Nay! I'm here." A deep female voice answered from behind a mass of tailored suits and ties on hangers. "They can come. There is a face I don't know and one I haven't seen in a while. My gossipy brain needs a closer look."

"Well then," The receptionist acquiesced. "You're welcome to join the boss."

A few meters away, behind piles and piles of clothes lying all around, a pretty tall lady, coming close to his height thanks to her heels, was patching up damaged costumes at breakneck speed.

The pure gold needle in her hand shone with a pristine white glow. It generated thread on its own without the need for a spool or anything else.

Her long, sleek, chestnut hair blended perfectly with the fair color of her skin, setting off her azure-blue eyes even more. Her clothes showcased her to the best advantage, especially her breasts, hips, and legs, but they didn't appear practical for her job. And judging by the ring on her finger, she was a married woman.

"Wowow! Now! Who's that? Lil bro Efran?! What the fuck?"

Coming toward him to take his head and rubbing his hair forcefully in all directions after putting his neck under her armpit, she laughed cheerfully after getting sent away by him.

"Forceful, aren't you?" She giggled, putting a lock of hair behind her ear. "How come you survived!? Now I wanna know!"

"Som!" Catherine exclaimed, frowning. "Shuush!"

"Come on, comeee ooon! Don't be a killjoy, sis. It's just us at this hour."

"Anyhow… Just don't shout these words around."

"Don't worry, a secret with me is a secret well kept."

"I don't believe that for a second."

"Hehehe."

"Please, keep your mouth shut. I don't want more people to know my son's name. People might search into the list of people who fell into the Great Pit and find out about him. The police knowing is more than enough."

"I swear I won't tell a soul. If I ever say anything, Efran can spank me till I cry."

"Can I?"

"Now When I look at the embarrassed blue-haired girl behind me, I know these two fucked not even later than tonight! Hehe! Are you both sex-friend or something?"

"I… I am his girlfriend, I… I guess… H-Hahaha!"

"Tell me," Da-Som asked, putting both her hands on Aqua's shoulder. "Is lil bro good in bed?"

"W-What!?"

"Is he good in bed? I mean, good enough hips horse-power? Nice endurance? Size, genitalia geometry, you name it."

"I… huh…"

"Hehehe! Look at her being all flustered! It almost makes me want to become a virgin again."

"I could simply show you instead of you asking her."

"Ohoh! Ballsy, are you! Isn't she your girlfriend? I guess falling into the Great Pit gave you some balls! Hehe!" Da-Som laughed, showing him her ring. "Nay! Nay! This little thing clearly says I'm married, bucko. You don't hit on married women. Sacrilegous! Mhm!"

"Well, why not try? A saying says that just because there's a goalkeeper doesn't mean you can't score."

"Hahaha! Yep. That's a beautiful saying. I'm adding this one to my redneck punchline box. A perfect addition to my collection."

"Have you two finished your chit-chat?"

"Cathy, don't tell me you're jealous of me talking to your son."

"Tailor him some clothes so we can go."

"Hm, you're feisty today. Alright, alright, no need to be mad." Da-Som chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Tone down your motherly instinct. I won't jump on your lamb."

"Yeah, sure… Also, Da-Som, do you still need a hand for the future fashion shows?"

"Always. Good help is rare."

"This young lady needs a job," His mother said, showing Aqua. "She could help for the time being."

"Nah."

"—Why's that?"

"If she wants the job, it must be her that asks, not you. Also, she needs some better clothespicking skills. Her fashion sense looks like a Piet Mondrian painting."

"…Very well." Catherine sighed, turning her back to her, as her mother already left the shop. "You take care of him. We'll head out with his… girlfriend to another store, with less costly prices."

"It's costly because it's the best you can get."

"Fufu.~ Don't be so cocky."

"Hehe! You're such a bipolar sometimes, Cathy. Angry, then laughing." Da-Som giggled, looking at her friend back, leaving the store with Aqua. "Your mom is way too sensitive when you're around, you know?"

"Yeah, I've been made aware."

"Overprotective much. I'm not a mother, though. I can't imagine how I would react to my kid disappearing for so long and reappearing years after." Da-Som muttered, taking a flexible ruler and measuring tools with her, guiding him into a dressing room. "That said, she might have "seen" your reappearance in her tarot cards or blue balls of mysticism."

"Yeah, I guess she did. That said, I've read that advice and divination arts are reputed to be too abstract to be truly understood by people, so…"

"It depends on how much of an enchantress the enchantress actually is, but I'm not a professional magic junkie like her, just a girl with magic needles, so I don't know much about it. You should ask her." She shrugged, taking his mensuration.

She'd undressed him but kept her distance to prevent sticking to him, taking care not to touch him too much and writing down everything she needed in the palm of her hand with a pen.

Magically, she took several garments and mended them in no time, using two needles simultaneously, all with one hand. A casual outfit, overalls if he had to work somewhere, a suit and tie, shirts and pants. It barely took her ten minutes to do everything, from shorts to socks.

"Phew! Here we go. Lucky for you, I'm doing your mother a favor! Hehe! Otherwise, it would cost her a kidney and a lung."

"Are your prices that high?" He asked, trying on the costume she made for him at her request.

"Sky high. My work is done with scarce products brought by inworld adventurers, and I weave everything together by hand, alone. It's a hassle, but thanks to that, I can live in luxury. That's what I always wanted, so I'm chillin' now."

"You do everything by yourself?"

"Yep, hardly any employees unless they're qualified. The fewer people you have to manage, the fewer headaches you have, but the more responsibility you take on. Harder to handle, but at least I don't have to rely on lousy people making me lose my time."

Turning back toward her, Efran adjusted his tie and gazed at himself in the mirror. He had never once worn that kind of clothes. Costumes aren't bulletproof.

Ogling him up with a severe face, Da-Som put her hand in front of her face before smiling slightly, writing something on her thumb.

"You're a looker, lil bro. You've got the build of a model." She smiled, slapping his back. "We're running out of nice male models. How'd you like modeling and whatnot?"