Birds wheeled overhead in a perfect blue sky streaked with lazy white clouds. People moved through the streets in cheerful clusters.
"Today feels special, Alan," Alex said, tipping his face toward the sun.
Alan trudged beside him, hands buried in his pockets, staring at the pavement. "Today feels like every other day," he grumbled, punting a pebble so hard it ricocheted off a lamppost.
Alex rolled his eyes so dramatically his whole head followed. "Stop being such a mood-killer, dude."
At the school entrance, Alan finally lifted his gaze to the tall brick building. "Function today, right?"
"Yeah," Alex said, already scanning the crowd. "Mom's probably here somewhere."
Alan sighed like the weight of the universe rested on his shoulders. "Which means she's glued to my stepmom."
Sure enough, two jaw-dropping women stood near the gates, drawing stares from every direction. Yukie wore a sleek black bodycon dress that looked painted on—her enormous breasts sat high and proud, straining the fabric with every breath, while her thick, rounded ass and powerful thighs filled out the lower half so completely that the dress rode up slightly with each shift of her weight. Beside her, Yumiko's outfit was a deep crimson number that did nothing to hide her equally outrageous curves: breasts so full they threatened to spill over the neckline, hips flaring dramatically into an ass that jiggled softly even when she stood still, and thighs thick enough to crush walnuts.
Alex lit up. "Found them!"
Alan approached first. "Hello, Stepmom."
Yukie planted a hand on one hip, making her massive chest thrust forward even more prominently. "How many times, Alan? No 'Stepmom' where people can hear." She pouted, lips full, eyes sparkling with mock offense.
Yumiko waved a dismissive hand, her own heavy breasts swaying gently with the motion. "Relax, Yukie. He's just being dramatic."
"I'm not mad," Yukie shot back with a grin, then clapped once—her breasts bounced so vigorously the dress creaked in protest.
Alex tugged Yumiko's sleeve. "Mom, you talk to the teachers yet?"
Yumiko laughed, the sound bright. "We've been standing here catching up since we arrived, sorry sweetie."
The crowd began drifting toward the main hall.
Alan shrugged. "Guess it's starting."
Yukie and Yumiko followed the boys. Every step sent hypnotic ripples through their bodies—Yukie's thick thighs flexing under the tight fabric, her plump ass swaying side to side like it had its own rhythm; Yumiko's breasts bouncing softly with each stride, her wide hips rolling in a way that made several fathers nearly walk into pillars.
"School days really were something," Yumiko said wistfully.
Yukie nodded. "I'd kill to be sixteen again… well, maybe not kill."
They'd barely entered the exhibition hall when a portly teacher waddled over, eyes gleaming like he'd just spotted dessert.
"Good afternoon, lovely ladies," he purred.
Yukie didn't slow down. She hooked her arm through Alan's, her soft, heavy breast pressing warmly against his shoulder as she steered him forward. "Sorry, sir—we're on a mission."
Yumiko flashed the man her sweetest razor smile. "You're looking… extra nourished today, teacher."
She spun on her heel; her thick ass bounced once, twice, then settled into that mesmerizing sway as she caught up.
Inside, Alex and Alan wandered the displays.
"These are actually dope," Alex admitted.
Alan's eyes locked on a towering machine humming with blue light. "That one's on another level."
Then the machine coughed. Lights died. Darkness swallowed the hall.
Alan blinked into the black. "Seriously?"
Alex flailed. "Alan? You still alive?"
Power snapped back on.
"Probably just a fuse," Alex said, shrugging.
The giant machine chose that moment to start shuddering like it was possessed. Sparks flew. A nearby student yelped, "She's gonna blow!" and sprinted.
Chaos.
"Run!"
Yukie plastered herself to Alan's back in an instant—her enormous breasts squashed firmly against him, warm and impossibly soft, while her strong arms wrapped around his chest protectively. "Alan, you okay?"
Yumiko pointed toward a side exit, her own chest heaving with quick breaths. "Back door—go!"
The machine detonated in a thunderclap of fire and smoke. Smaller devices chain-reacted.
"Why is it always us?!" Alex bellowed over the noise.
A crack split the wall like lightning.
Yumiko's voice cracked. "Is the ceiling… moving?"
Alan looked up. "Move. Now."
The roof gave a final groan and collapsed.
"I'm too young and too pretty to die!" Yumiko shrieked.
Everything went white.
When the world returned, they stood in perfect darkness.
"Where the hell are we?" Alex whispered.
Yumiko dropped to her knees, breasts bouncing heavily with each panicked sob. "Hell? Are we in actual hell?"
Alan deadpanned. "Not dead. Teleported. Probably."
He reached out, found heavy fabric, and yanked.
Sunlight flooded in through arched windows, revealing a room straight out of a fantasy manga: marble floors, silk hangings, gilded furniture.
Yumiko sniffled to a stop. "This… is a palace?"
Alex grinned. "Royal upgrade achieved."
An elderly maid entered with a tea tray. "Your tea, Master—"
She froze.
Alex waved lazily. "Hey, grandma."
The maid's face twisted. "Intruders!"
An invisible pressure crushed them.
Next thing they knew, they were sprawled in the dirt outside towering gates.
"Rude," Alex groaned, sitting up.
Alan stood and looked around: cobblestone streets, horse carts, people in tunics and cloaks, the distant clang of a blacksmith's hammer.
Yumiko blinked slowly. "Alan… this is straight out of your isekai playlist."
Alan rubbed his chin. "Summoning. Transportation. One of those."
Alex clapped once, eyes shining. "Magic! Levels! Harem—wait, no, powers! We're getting powers!"
Yumiko folded her arms under her massive chest, unintentionally lifting and presenting them even more prominently. "This has to be a shared hallucination."
Yukie stepped behind her and delivered a crisp, playful smack to Yumiko's thick, rounded ass—making it jiggle impressively.
"Ow!" Yumiko yelped, rubbing the spot while her thighs flexed. "What was that?!"
Yukie grinned. "Dream-check. You felt it, right?"
Alan was already moving. "Come on. If this is real, we need to move fast."
They trailed him through busy streets until he stopped in front of a sturdy timber building with a sign reading Adventurers' Guild.
Alex squinted. "Guild? Like… actual adventurer guild?"
Alan pushed the door open.
Inside: controlled pandemonium. Armored men and women arguing over quest boards, swords leaning against tables, the smell of leather and steel.
A beautiful receptionist looked up and bowed, her low-cut blouse revealing a deep valley of cleavage. "Welcome! How may I serve you?"
Alex immediately ran a hand through his hair. "Name's Alex. I'm sure we can find plenty of ways you could… assist us. Starting with a room?"
Yumiko smacked the back of his head—hard—her breasts jiggling violently with the motion. "I regret every single day after adopting you."
Alan stepped forward calmly. "We're here to register."
The receptionist smiled. "Names, ages, heights please."
"Alan Valerios. Eighteen. 164 cm." He shrugged. "Short king life."
She turned to Alex.
Yumiko cut in smoothly. "Alex Solaris. Eighteen. 163 cm. Virgin in every sense of the word."
Alex turned beet red.
"Yumiko Solaris," she continued brightly. "Twenty-four. 167–168 cm. Very… generously proportioned."
"Yukie Valerios," Yukie added. "Twenty-four. 168 cm. Same deal—curves for days."
The receptionist gave a professional nod and slipped into the back room. "Just one moment, please," she said politely before disappearing behind the curtain.
Alex pushed himself up from the floor, rubbing the back of his head as he shot Yumiko a sidelong glance. "Mom… why'd you lie about your age?"
Yumiko rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms under her massive chest and lifting the generous curves even higher. "Lie? Please. Look at me." She struck a confident pose, hips cocked, thick thighs flexing under her tight outfit. "Ever since we got yanked into this world, I feel—and look—like I'm back in my early twenties. This place did something to us. Rejuvenated. Upgraded. Whatever you want to call it."
Yukie nodded enthusiastically, glancing down at her own body with a pleased smile. Her enormous breasts rose and fell with a soft bounce as she inhaled. "She's right. It's like the teleportation reset the clock. I haven't felt this… perky… in years." She gave a little shimmy for emphasis, making everything jiggle in perfect, hypnotic synchrony.
Alan crossed his arms, nodding thoughtfully. "It's possible. The transfer might've come with some kind of status boost or de-aging effect. Common trope in these setups." He met their eyes, voice steady and confident. "But theories later. Right now, we focus on survival—how to eat, sleep, and not die on day one in this world."
The receptionist returned, holding four gleaming metallic cards etched with intricate runes that faintly glowed blue. She placed them on the counter with a warm, practiced smile.
"Here you are—your official Adventurer Identification Cards. Congratulations: you're now registered members of the Adventurers' Guild."
She tapped each card lightly as she explained, her tone clear and efficient, like someone who'd given this speech a thousand times.
"You start at the bottom: F-rank, the beginner tier. Everyone does—no exceptions, no shortcuts. The guild ranks go F → E → D → C → B → A → S, and higher in rare cases. Promotion depends on completed quests, accumulated points, proven combat ability, and sometimes special recommendations from clients or higher ranks."
She gestured toward the massive quest board behind her, covered in pinned parchments fluttering slightly in the draft.
"New quests post here every morning. As F-ranks, stick to the beginner section only—herb gathering, slime subjugation, escorting merchants through safe routes, minor monster hunts around the city outskirts. Anything marked F or E is fair game. Double-check the difficulty rating and recommended party size before accepting. Take something too hard, and the guild won't bail you out."
She slid a small leather pouch across the counter next to the cards.
"This is your starter support kit from the guild: 50 gold coins and 100 silver coins. Enough for basic weapons, armor repairs, a few nights at an inn, and meals. You'll earn more by completing quests—rewards are posted on each request—or by selling monster materials, magic stones, or dungeon loot directly to the guild exchange counter over there." She pointed to a side window where a burly clerk was weighing shiny crystals.
"One last thing: classes. You don't pick one at registration anymore—that's old system. Once you complete your first few quests and awaken your latent potential usually after some combat or a guild appraisal crystal, the system will assign or let you choose a primary class: Warrior, Mage, Archer, Healer, Scout, Assasin, Supporter and so on. Experiment, train, and grow. The guild has basic training grounds out back if you need them."
She gave them all a genuine smile, eyes lingering appreciatively on the group's… assets… for half a second before professionalism snapped back.
"Welcome to the life of an adventurer. May your blades stay sharp, your mana full, and your purses heavy."
Alan picked up his card first, turning it over in his hand. The metal felt warm, almost alive. "Thanks. This is solid."
Alex snatched his, grinning. "F-rank today, S-rank tomorrow. Watch us."
Yumiko and Yukie exchanged a look—half excited, half amused—before pocketing theirs.
Yukie bounced once on her heels, thighs and curves moving in perfect waves. "Let's gear up and start earning. I'm not sleeping in the street tonight."
Alan gave a small, determined nod. "New world. New rules. Let's play smart."
They stepped back into sunlight.
Alex jingled the pouch. "Next move?"
Alan pointed at the weapon shop across the street—swords and axes gleaming in the window. "Gear up. Then we hunt."
Yukie's eyes sparkled; she bounced once on her toes, making everything jiggle in perfect synchrony. "Weapons. Yes. Let's do this."
Alan gave the smallest smirk. "Day one in the new world. Don't embarrass me."