Spring had arrived but the winds rolling off the southern mountains still brought the cold touch of winter. The trees swayed with the blow of the fading winter winds as their leaves rained down, landing softly on the river that laid between a wall of beautiful trees, causing ripples to form across the surface of the water.
The bundles of fallen leaves parted, drifting away from each other as a milky-white leg poked at the water, determining it's temperature before slowly descending into the river.
Willow sighed, a tremble in his voice as he shivered at the cold touch of the river. He sank deeper into the river, washing himself with a natural, feminine grace even though he was a boy. The water trickled down his nubile body as he cupped his hands and washed his beautiful face, taking a deep look at his reflection from the river, giving another breathy sigh.
"I think it's been about 18 years since I've come to this world." He whispered, hearing the softness of his voice from how silent his surroundings were.
Willow thought back to the time when he'd remembered his past self on a certain day in his babe years. It was a massive shock to him - the memories of being a disgusting excuse of a man, obsessing over either p*rn or games, sometimes even both.
He wished that he hadn't been such a man, living in his mother's basement as the embarrassment of his family but regardless of which, when he investigated the affairs of this world as he grew older, he came to a terrifying realization.
He had been reincarnated into one of the worst possible worlds, at least for the current body he'd inherited.
SALEM. A world of reversed gender roles, where women were the dominant sex simply due to the fact that they found it easier to manipulate the energies of this world - such as mana, or aura - better than the men. Oh, and they were taller, stronger, faster, and they didn't get pregnant in this world.
Willow shivered. "Yup, the men get pregnant here." He stared down his smooth navel, and imagined being 9 months pregnant. "Fuck."
"A warm welcome to the world of Oriana," He muttered dejectedly.
SALEM. The 18+ smut game that he'd played with his pants down to his ankle until he found out that the lore and game mechanics were. . .pretty good.
SALEM. The game where gods smited anyone they didn't like, people f*cked each other's boyfriends behind their friend's back. The game where literal gods walked the earth, and hax was everywhere.
The primary plot of the game revolved around 5 Celestial Heroes who would band together to fight against the Demon God who had kidnapped someone with one of the most tragic backgrounds in gaming history.
The Saint.
And he had possessed that being's body.
He stood up, hearing the sudden splash of water as he saw how feminine he looked from his reflection. Standing at 5'6, he was the epitome and definition of sexual attraction despite just reaching 16 this year. The perfect blend of cuteness and sexy, he looked both like a whore and an adorably little sister character in dating sims. With an obscene amount of curves and fat-meat in all the right places - especially his ass - not to mention how his pouty lips always had a soft pinkish glow, or how his brown hair fell into a pompous wave that usually covered one of his cerulean green eyes.
He styled it this way on purpose. After all, with his looks, it made it very hard growing up without being molested here and there by the many repressed women of this town. Sometimes, they blamed him for being extra-seductive like the neighbour's daughter accusing him of seducing her by walking with a salivating sway of his hips.
His sister had set the horn-dog straight.
He looked at his junk. "At least, you're pretty big." A plus size for the men of this world was that they didn't suffer from 'small-dick syndrome', but his was particularly a good size even in this world.
The bad thing was that he was extra-sensitive down there. He learned that the hard way when he tried to pleasure himself when he'd first got here.
"What am I even doing?" He sighed.
"But, still to think that I'd reincarnate into the body of the Saint out of all people," He flicked the water under his feet. "Willow. What a stupid name."
Willow was the name of this character, the being who would turn into the main antagonist, the older brother of the protagonist of the story - Elm. The Saint who was somewhat of a main character as well, and the one most sought after by the Demon God.
He was basically fucking Princess P*ach, and Bowser was out to get him, and his sister was well, M*rio. Although this was an adult game, so one could already imagine the 'lifestyle' Willow lived when he'd been captured by the Demon God.
"Yeah, there's no way I'm going through that shit," Willow muttered, holding out his right hand, beginning to see a faint outline of the crystallization of his soul.
As explained before, this fantastical world of debaucherous sex and porn was first and foremost a world of magic and swords. But unlike the usual fantasy world, there were different power systems under different patron gods that led to many wars of religious supremacy in the past.
Willow was a human, at least for now so of course, he followed the power system under the Human God - Hum. Every human would obtain an 'emblem'- the materialization of one's soul - when they entered adulthood, which would be when they're 18 where they would undergo a ritual ordained by a priest of the Humlic Religion which was held once a year.
And, that was tomorrow.
If he followed canon, the downfall of Willow's innocence started tomorrow at the Humlic ritual of [Awakening] where he would obtain his emblem and kickstart the main plot of the game.
Willow returned to washing himself, trying to wash away the worry that gnawed at his stomach as he noticed the sun starting to fall.
For a fantasy world, the sun looked the same, albeit a bit larger and redder with the moon being the same. Although, the night skies over here were brighter and more beautiful, clueless of the excessive light pollution of his previous world.
Willow sank back down, leaning against the river-bank and sitting upright as he brought out his dainty little fingers above his face, the sun's rays spreading from his finger-tips. He enjoyed the seclusion nature provided him as he remembered that it would be one of the last moments of peace he would enjoy before tomorrow's pivotal moment in history. He knew that by inheriting his emblem, his constitution would change - no, unshackled would be the better word - as Willow would have to deal with a number of suitors. Some would be gentle and civilized, but most were going to be savage and would want nothing more than to devour him.