Aang..
Aanh..
Aah…
The woman's moans filled the bedroom as Roy thrust into her with raw intensity.
Her body bounced with each powerful stroke, her massive tits slapping against her ribs as sweat dripped down her skin.
Roy had come over to hang out with his friend, but the moment he arrived, his friend's mother had practically pounced on him.
She had been waiting for this, craving it, and now she was getting exactly what she wanted.
This woman seduced me the moment I walked through that door, Roy thought, gripping her ass hard as he drove deeper.
He could feel how wet she was, how desperate for his cock she had become.
"Do you like the dick of your son's friend?"
"I.. I ..love it…aahhnn"
She moaned back, her eyes rolling as another wave of pleasure hit her.
Roy slammed into her harder, watching as her body couldn't help but respond to every inch of him.
He slapped her ass—hard—and watched the flesh ripple.
Another one completely addicted to my cock, Roy thought with a smirk.
He had this handsome face, sure, and his body was built, but it was his dick that made women lose their minds.
Ten inches of pure dominance, and these sex-starved women couldn't get enough of it.
The woman's moans turned into something more primal, her tongue hanging out as drool dripped down her chin.
She looked absolutely wrecked, completely lost in the pleasure his cock was giving her.
"You forgot about your husband already?"
Roy asked, amused by how quickly women abandoned their marriages for a taste of him.
She couldn't even form words anymore, just gasps and moans.
Roy lifted her up by her ass, feeling the full weight of her body as he continued thrusting, his hips moving in that crazy rhythm that drove women insane.
Aahn,,..
Oh…my go…d
Aangh…
Aan…
Ahn…..
Her cries echoed through the bedroom with each thrust, her body convulsing as pleasure washed over her.
Roy could feel her tightening around him, knew she was getting close.
He drove into her relentlessly, watching as her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open.
When she came, it was intense—her whole body shaking as she screamed his name mixed with incoherent cries of pleasure.
Roy kept going, using her body for his pleasure as she writhed beneath him.
He bent her over the bed, lifting her leg up as he continued.
Aah..
Aah.
Ughhhh..
He groaned as he approached his own peak, his movements becoming more aggressive.
He stretched her pussy lips slightly, making it even tighter around his cock as he fucked her harder.
"If you ..do tha…t..ill..com…"
She gasped out, her body already trembling from the intensity.
"Its only starting."
Roy replied, sucking on her massive breasts as he continued.
"Do you want me to stop.."
He asked, knowing damn well she didn't.
She shook her head frantically, her whole body begging for more of his cock.
And so the night continued, Roy using her body over and over, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm until she was completely satisfied—or as satisfied as any woman could be after getting a taste of his cock.
The next morning, Roy woke up with the woman sleeping beside him.
Her body was still glistening with the remnants of sweat and their activities from the night before.
He looked at her for a moment, considering whether he should stay.
"Should I leave now?"
He thought to himself.
But then she stirred, wrapping her arm around him and pulling him closer.
"Dont…dont…you want..breakfast.."
She asked, her voice still hoarse from all the moaning.
Roy smirked and pulled her close, thrusting back inside her.
They went at it again, rough and intense, her moans filling the apartment once more.
After their morning session, Roy finally got up and got dressed while she watched from the bed, looking thoroughly satisfied but also desperate for him to stay.
His phone buzzed with a message.
It was another woman—a wealthy girl from a rich family who had been trying to get another appointment with him.
"Ahh…lesley is calling me now"
Roy muttered, reading the message.
"Cant she wait a bit"
The woman in bed asked, reaching for him, trying to pull him back.
Roy pulled her close and thrust into her one more time before pulling away.
"Like you..shes also horny as fuck"
Roy said, amused by how many women were constantly trying to get a piece of him.
As he left her apartment and walked through the city streets, Roy's mind wandered.
These desperate women are paying me, giving me gifts, arranging connections for me, and all I have to do is satisfy them with my cock.
It's a symbiotic relationship—they get the pleasure they're missing from their husbands, and I get paid for it.
But lately... it's all becoming slightly boring.
He had done this so many times that it had lost its thrill.
Sure, women still came to him, still desperately wanted him, but there was no excitement in it anymore.
It was just routine now.
When Roy got back to his apartment that evening, something strange was waiting for him.
A shimmering screen materialized in the air before him, glowing with an ethereal blue light.
Roy stumbled backward, his eyes widening as strange symbols and words began to appear on the glowing surface.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[Host Identified: Roy Franz]
[Unique Talent Detected]
[Would you like to accept the role of: TRAINER FOR UNSATISFIED WIVES?]
[This opportunity appears once in a lifetime]
[Accept / Decline]
Roy stared at the floating screen in complete bewilderment.
What the fuck is this? Am I losing my mind?
His first instinct was that he was dreaming or hallucinating, but the screen felt undeniably real.
Its glow cast strange shadows across his apartment walls.
"What does this even mean?"
Roy muttered aloud.
The words hung in the empty air, and no answer came from the mysterious interface.
But before he could think further, more text began to appear on the screen.
[SYSTEM EXPLANATION]
[Your unique talents have been recognized across dimensional boundaries]
[You possess a natural ability to satisfy the deepest desires of unsatisfied women]
[Accept this role and you will be granted passage to a medieval world]
[A Training Centre for Unsatisfied Wives desperately needs to be established there]
[Women in that world are neglected, undervalued, and dying from despair]
[Your skills could save lives and transform an entire nation]
[Accept / Decline]
Roy's mind reeled at the sheer impossibility of what he was reading.
A medieval world? A training centre for unsatisfied wives?
None of it made logical sense, yet there was something compelling about the message—a pull toward accepting it that he couldn't quite explain.
His current life had become stale, predictable, and boring.
The promise of something entirely new, something with actual purpose, was intoxicating.
Right when I thought life was boring, here's something completely different, Roy thought with a grin.
Why not? I might as well continue devoting myself to satisfying desperate women—just in another world.
Roy pressed his finger against the glowing "Accept" option and felt a strange tingling sensation wash over his skin.
The moment of contact seemed to stretch infinitely, like time was frozen.
Then the world around him exploded into blinding white light.
When Roy's consciousness returned, he found himself lying on luxurious silk sheets in a massive room.
The room was far grander than anything he had ever seen in his life.
The ceiling stretched high above him, decorated with intricate frescoes and gold leaf work.
Ornate furniture was scattered throughout the space, and expensive gold-trimmed tapestries hung from the walls.
The overall atmosphere screamed money and power.
Roy sat up slowly, his head spinning from the sudden transition.
Where the hell am I?
Everything around him felt undeniably real—the softness of the bedding, the faint scent of lavender in the air, the cool stone of the floor beneath his feet when he stood.
Two women dressed in simple servant's clothing stood near the chamber door.
Their expressions were neutral, but their eyes showed curiosity as they observed him.
They bowed respectfully as Roy's gaze fell upon them.
"Where am I?"
Roy asked, his voice hoarse from confusion and the inexplicable journey.
The woman on the left stepped forward with practiced grace.
"You have been brought to the capital of Valdris, honored guest. The Duchess herself ordered your arrival. She wishes to see you in the throne room when you are sufficiently rested."
Roy's mind struggled to comprehend.
Medieval clothing, a feudal hierarchy, mention of a duchess—everything confirmed that the system had been telling the truth.
He was no longer in his own world.
He had been transported to somewhere entirely different, somewhere that needed what he could provide.
After being given appropriate medieval clothing and freshly cleaned, Roy was escorted through the palace corridors.
The architecture was magnificent—stone walls lined with paintings of historical figures, suits of armor standing guard in alcoves, tapestries depicting epic scenes.
The throne room was vast and imposing, the kind of place that made you feel small just by stepping inside.
Its ceiling was supported by massive pillars that reached toward the heavens.
At the far end of the chamber, seated upon an elevated throne, was a woman who radiated authority and command.
She appeared to be in her late thirties, with sharp, intelligent features and the bearing of someone entirely accustomed to being obeyed.
This was Duchess Sera.
As she rose to greet Roy, a knowing smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"Welcome, Roy Franz. I am Duchess Sera of Valdris. The system has informed us of your arrival, and your timing could not be more fortunate."
Roy approached cautiously, still processing the reality of his situation.
"I appreciate the welcome, but I'm honestly confused about what I'm supposed to be doing here."
The Duchess gestured for him to follow her into a private chamber off the main throne room.
As they walked through the palace corridors, she began to explain the dire situation facing the women of Valdris.
"In our world, men prefer younger women."
Sera said without hesitation.
"Women over thirty are considered past their prime, overlooked, and abandoned by their husbands who take younger wives or mistresses."
"These women suffer in silence—their sexual needs ignored, their beauty and talents wasted as they fade away."
Roy listened intently as she described a society where women had no recourse, no escape, and no hope.
Many had begun to lose the will to live.
"We need someone like you."
Sera continued, stopping to face him directly.
"Someone who understands that these women deserve to be valued, desired, and appreciated."
"We want to establish a Training Centre where they can come for various services—fitness training, educational classes, practical skills, and intimate companionship from someone who actually cares about their pleasure."
Roy's eyes widened at the scope of what she was proposing.
"You're asking me to—"
A female knight suddenly appeared from the shadows behind them, her hand moving to the sword at her side.
Roy tensed at the unexpected appearance, but Sera raised a hand in a calming gesture.
"This is Captain Kaia."
Sera explained.
"She will be assisting with security at the centre. Don't mind her directness—she takes her duties very seriously."
Kaia's gaze remained fixed on Roy with an intensity that suggested she was measuring his worth.
Her muscular frame and the confident way she carried herself made clear that she was far more than just a guard.
Her massive tits strained against her armor, and her ass was just as impressive.
"So what exactly do you want me to do?"
Roy asked, trying to understand the full extent of his role.
"Establish the centre, train women in various skills, and yes, provide intimate companionship to those who seek it."
Sera said bluntly.
"In exchange, you will be granted wealth, authority, and the satisfaction of knowing you've changed countless lives."
"Will you help us?"
Roy looked between the Duchess and the stern-faced knight, then back at the grand palace surrounding them.
This is completely insane, he thought, but also why the fuck not?
His old life had become meaningless anyway.
This offered purpose, power, and endless opportunities with all kinds of desperate women.
"I'll do it."
Roy said finally.
"When do we start?"
The Duchess smiled, and for the first time since arriving in this strange medieval world, Roy felt like he had made the right decision.