"Allen..." Isabell's voice echoed through the hallway, warm and commanding—just the way a mother will call get child.
"Coming, Mum!" Allen called from his room, his voice tinged with reluctant frustration—the classic tone of an only child burdened with endless errands.
He stepped out slowly, bare feet padding against the tiles. His lean figure moved effortlessly, yet with a subtle grace. His messy hair fell slightly over his eyes, which glinted with a mix of innocence and quiet rebellion. Entering the sitting room, he rubbed his eyes lazily.
"You called me, Mu—" His voice cut off mid-sentence.
There, seated comfortably beside his mother, was someone so familiar that his heart skipped a beat. A young woman—elegant, refined, and provocatively beautiful—turned to him with a knowing smile and a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her figure was stunning in a form-hugging brown dress. Her lips curled into a teasing smirk as she gave him a slow once-over.
He quickly took a mature stance shedding off is childish tone in an instant.
'What's she doing here' the pondered to himself, "she even came with luggages.'
She had fair, luxurious glittering skin, with not big—but large br**sts and hips that made her curves flawless in a slim body, dressed in a bam-brown hugging gown that made it all look better, and the worst of it all was that she stared immediately at him and teasingly licked her lips.
"Yes baby, I did," Isabell answered, her moon-black eyes fixed on him.
'Calling me baby! You are embarrassing me, mum,' Allen screamed in his thoughts while forging a smile and trying insanely hard to avoid eye contact with the familiar beauty goddess in front of him just so his mum doesn't raise suspicions.
"This here is Natasha—daughter to a friend of mine," she said, gesturing at the mortal angel with a casual smile.
"Just like you, she's twenty—just finish here first semester in tertiary level and she will be staying with us for the holiday."
'I must be dreaming. This... this is too good to be true,' he screamed in his thoughts.
"Hi... there," Natasha said, stretching forth a hand, her voice low like she hid something behind it.
"I'm Allen... pleased to meet you," he said, but deep within him, they knew each other quite well. He shook her hand, communication passing between their eyes.
"Ring... Ring..."
Isabell's buzzing phone broke through the tension.
"Damn... my alarm," she smirked, sprouting up to her feet her jet-black hair flowing her moves.
"I'm late for work. I'll see you guys in the evening." She rushed forward and gave Allen a kiss on his forehead and Natasha a quick hug, then picked up her white tie striped with black from the black couch that sat at the right center of the room and ran to the iron-brown door at the forefront as she snatched her car keys and hurriedly left,
"You two stay happy until I'm back, alright..." Her voice echoed from the corridor, but she got no replies—not like she waited for one, she was already late.
"Ohh... we are happy," Natasha smirked, jumping into his arms without hesitation.
"Sweetheart, what's going on?" Allen grinned, eyes filled with happy curiosity.
"Baby, just be happy," Natasha smirked, hands around his neck as she lay mid-air in his arms. "Our parents happen to be close friends, and since my mum was leaving the country, your mum said it will be okay for me to stay here."
"Damn," Allen exclaimed, "what a gift from the gods."
"Yahh... I know, right," she smirked while he dropped her to her feet, both standing zero inches apart. Her fingertips brushed from his chest over his shoulder and down to his back, slow and teasingly.
"On my way here I've been thinking of something," her voice was low yet promising.
"What's that, soulmate?"
"Remember what you promised once we're twenty?" Natasha whispered, the heat in her breath clinging to his face.
"Yes... When do you want it?" Allen whispered too, voices low and sultry as if they talked of secrets.
"Now," she smirked, her tone clear and final.
"I'm all yours then," Allen grinned.
Both were day-school childhood lovers till today, who had promised no sex until they were both twenty, keeping sacredly their virginities for each other—until now. The time had truly come, and fate had even blessed them with a golden ticket.
Natasha bowed to her knees, her fingers desperately undoing his trousers like the patience all these years had paid off. His thick organism, about six inches long, erected out like a flawless rod as his shorts fell under the weight not of gravity but of sin.
She held it for moments, staring at it like a relic of finality.
"You kept this for me all these while..." she grinned.
"Why not... its been us from the start."
Natasha smiled, first teasing the sides with the tip of her tongue, then the shaft, working on it slowly with eyes fixed on him as he grabbed her flowing blood-red hair.
She leaned in, swallowing the whole organism into her oesophagus. It sent chills running down Allen's spine—those of pleasure.
Allen gripped her hair more tightly, pushing her in as he urged her to take more, each move sending pleasure in form of current down his spine while Natasha undressed, revealing her godlike bosom that bounced in rhythm with her thrusting.
She pulled out, strings of saliva connected like webs from his cock to her mouth. Her breath heavy with satisfaction.
She pulled in again, working faster and more desperately like she seemed to rip him off his skin. Allen was left up in his misery, giving out soft moans as he urged her to take more.
"Mmm.. yes..! That's the spot..."
His eyes rolled backwards like he felt above the world for a while.
"AAhh..Mmm...! I'm about to cum."
He spilled his hot, thick seed in her mouth while she pulled out, making sure every drop of it went to her tummy.
Allen reached for and twisted her nipples, then pressed her breast like living bread continually. She jumped straight into a deep kiss that might have even exchanged their tongues.
She pulled out, whispering into his face,
"Pound my ass like it's the last time you'll ever do it."
She turned slowly, backing him. Her legs wide, ass high, and hands on the ground, revealing her already well-wet pussy.
"Ohh yes..!" Allen grinned, going in with only his shaft with pure precision like he teased the wet hole.
"Uummm," Natasha moaned.
Allen sunk deep. This time he didn't pull out—just the sound of skin slapping skin filled the sitting room.
"Mmmmuuaa... Ahaaaa... Ohhh. Yes. Yes. MORE!"
She took a firm stance, holding aside her ass to enhance deeper connection—and it did.
"Aaaa.... Mmmmm... take... me... Mmmaaa..."
Allen kept on digging deeper and deeper, his hands locked on her waist firmly fingers hooked in her flesh, eyes closed—yet he could see light like stars. The wet hole took him through space, through galaxies, and even through time.
Suddenly he couldn't feel her anymore—but the heat and tension remained. "Why did you st—" Shock overwhelmed him as he opened his eyes. "Wha.....This isn't my room," He exclaimed stumbling backwards.l with wide eyes.
He stared around with a mixture of curiosity and dread. The room was painted pink and pitch black with moonlight.
"What's this, it's night? Did I..Did i..
transmigrate?" He stared around once again. The bed was just an ordinary foam, no mattress. There was no ink-blue reading table, neither was there a brown iron door. In place of that was a wooden door, in fact.
"Why does the world hate me? I transmigrated at my peak of pleasure...!"
Then he heard shouts outside—like a thousand crowds screaming, shouts that sounded like victory. Curiosity surged, but as he stood up he noticed another difference,
"I don't have clothes on!" He stared at his cock that blushed red back at him. "Damn... what's going on?"
Yet curiosity overthrew shyness
His feet kissed the cold floor as he walked towards the wooden door. He opened it, then peeped outside—and his eyes immediately met a figure: long-eared, dark monster-eyed, beast teeth, a long tail swirling behind, and undeniably hot—bare, practically with no cloths on
"Woooo," they both exclaimed, stumbling back at each other, eyes fixed like two complete strangers who admired each other.
The beastkin crawled back at him immediately like a thirsty serpent, staring with thirst at his dic* irrespective of their differences. Her curves even more perfect than Natasha's.
"What's it?" Allen asked.
"Common, you're so big," she grumbled, voice soft and vulnerable.
"That can be later. Where is this?" He said, sounding so familiar.
She looked at him, studying his handsome structure.
"You are clearly not from here, are you?"
Allen nodded, his eyes skipping hers to study her own figure below him. His dick pointed higher in need.
"This is Earth."
"Actually... that doesn't really matter anymore," he said, eyes fixed on her soft, bread-like ass. "I like it here."
"I'm Natasha, by the way," she said with a smile.
Seems all Natashas are desperate with their needs, he thought.
"I'm Allen. What's going on outside?" he asked, still disturbed by the noises.
"Our warriors claimed victory today." She smirked, then suddenly straightened up as realization struck her hard. "Damn you, Big Dick! King Ely is giving a speech today!"
She ran for the door, her hand outstretched toward him as she left. "Come...!"
But Allen's eyes were locked on her divine, bouncing ass until she disappeared from view.
An emerald light hovered mid-air, glowing without a visible source. It caught Allen's attention as he noticed a green screen with text flickering across it. A voice echoed in his head as the screen highlighted the words:
**[Copy System: Awakened]
Name: Allen Drake
Race: Human
Physique: 1
Combat: 0.5
Mental: 0.5
Charm: 5
No. Of sex encounters: 0
Ability: Lustcopy
Ability Level: 0
Abilities Copied: 0
Allen stared at the panel. It wasn't entirely foreign to him—he had read plenty of system novels on his Webnovel app. But the ability...
"What's this ability?" he muttered.
The moment the words left his mouth, the screen shifted, displaying an ability description while simultaneously reading it into his mind:
[Ability: Lustcopy]
Ability Description:
Lustcopy is an ability tied to the user's lust. It allows the user to copy their partner's abilities during sexual intercourse.
Note: Copied abilities retain the same level as the original user. Each sexual encounter also increases physique, mental strength, combat skills and charm.
Allen's lips parted in disbelief.
"Pleasure all my life… Pleasure is my power!!"
He raised his hand to his mouth, feeling strength stir within him. Power began to revolve through his body.
"I like this world," he muttered, glancing around, the image of beastkin Natasha replaying in his mind like a vivid dream.
With a blink and a flicker of will, the panel vanished. He walked out the door.
"Whatever this game is about..." he whispered, confidence in his voice—far from the childish boy he once was, now awakened, blessed with a system in paradise.
"I'll play it," he smirked.