Horny Waifu World: Training To Be A Hero

Satan screwed him? His vision cleared with the full spread of a poster on a wall. Idol Fredricka Philistine stood amongst scattering stars, breasts on full display cupped between her hands with her fingers barely covering her nipples. Her eyes gave him a look like come into the poster dimension and fuck me.

Ok, he wasn’t an idiot. Silas had dealt with the devil before he was the angel’s brother-in-law until the divorce. His deal sent him far away and gave him a brand-new start, far away from the machinations of his ex-wife.

He pulled his dresser open and saw a collection of shorts and shirts that were hardly out of place in the modern world. On top of the dresser were pills of all kinds, and after staring at the foreign script, he figured them out. They were workout pills. By his count, he had 50 hours’ worth of them. Popping one before his workout would help him increase his PL.

He raised his hand to summon his system menu, and nothing happened. Silas clenched his hand. Satan said he would start over and have to work his way back up. That was ok; his skills and stats were linked to his soul and would drip back into his body over time. But his body felt completely human, and the drip was agonizingly slow. He wasn’t sure if he had any skills to speak of without his system to give him a status report.

The system was a constant friend for the last few months he spent in the other world. It gave him so many goodies like stats, classes, and traits. He was reincarnated as a leech before, and it took some time to approximate a human shape.

Silas threw a punch and hurt his elbow. He clenched the joint as pain lanced up his arm.

His body didn’t instinctively stop before the punch was fully extended. Someone obviously never shadow-boxed before, which wasn’t as concerning as the crystals covering his desk, including one with a handprint.

He walked over to his desk and looked back. There were standard amenities like the bed he had been sitting on, a chest at the end of his bed, and a good-sized closet. Then there was a long tube jutting from the ceiling labeled lube in this world’s language and a drain in the floor.

A knock on the door shocked him out of his staring. He had been so focused on the tube that he hadn’t felt anyone approaching. That’s around when it really hit him. He was weaker than any other of his brothers training to be heroes.

Silas pulled at his blonde hair and felt around his forehead above his brows. Nothing! There was no slit for his third eye. So what was he going to do? His strongest skill was gone.

His feet carried him around the room, and he tripped over the drain and bumped his shin against the bed's metal frame. Pain shot up his leg, and he fell on his bed, clutching his shin. Stats were related to the soul; they couldn’t be gone; not even Satan could take those from him. He closed his eyes and focused, they were there, but he wouldn’t get them for some time. Maybe he was better off training his body over again.

The dungeon quests gave him numerous fruits that increased his stat potential linked to his soul instead of his body. It would have to pull him through his rough patch.

The knock turned into a pounding.

“Big brother, you’re finally of age; let me in.” Silas noticed then that an alarm had been blaring since he woke up. So, on instinct or maybe an act of muscle memory, he touched the top of the blocky crystal, making the racket, and everything went quiet. Naomi knocked again.

What was he going to do? His new mind showed him an image of a tiny, sweet-looking girl who snuck him extra food and helped him out with his bullying older sisters. She was their mother’s 236th youngest girl, and he didn’t deserve her attention. So many boys from promising families have offered her their power and were drained for every drop. His blonde amazon of a sister stood over him in her bra and panties at nearly 7ft.

Her massive breasts hung lovingly from her chest above his head. She closed the door behind her and winked at him before grabbing the edge of her bra and turning it up. Naomi’s mountainous mounds bounced out of her bra before rising up. She brought a hand to one and tenderly brushed it until she grazed her lovely pink nipple. The girl shivered as Silas watched, giving her his full attention.

His eyes widened as some of the pieces fit together. There was a rule in their household imposed by their ancestor, a matriarch with many daughters who became matrons and mothers themselves. Images flashed through his mind almost too fast to keep up with. They were considered off-limits until they turned 18. After that, any girl in Neon City could come after him.

It wasn’t for his protection but to follow the matriarch’s rules, even with that fact recontextualizing everything his body did what was natural to this world. He had no skills or raw stats to save him if something happened. If memory served, women who drained men were monstrously powerful. Naomi was born at the daughter rank. It was like cultivation based on fucking the semen out of men and draining other women. Naomi wouldn’t reach the mother rank until she maxed out the daughter rank.

Where had Satan sent him?

Before he could stop, a feeling overcame him as traitorous thoughts rose from his thinking meat. Naomi was here for him. This was beyond his expectations. Sex was dangerous; only heroes could have it safely. If he gave in, she would do whatever it took to drain him until he was a dried-out skeleton. Naomi smiled, and it was all he could do not to bust on the spot.

Those thoughts didn’t change the fact that she was already in the room with him. Naomi locked the door behind her. The blond smiled, showing off the red lipstick he liked so much.

Silas didn’t like how the body’s mind affected him or how hard his boner had become for his older sister. If he had his third eye, he could charm the delightful blue eyes off of the girl and pound her tight pink cunny until morning, damn the consequences. But unfortunately, he had been screwed over, so that wasn’t going to happen.

“I came as soon as I heard you had turned 18. Oh, Silas its offal.” Naomi sniffed before looking away.

He walked over to the bed and patted his lap. Naomi quirked a blonde eyebrow before practically teleporting across the room. A fine ass only covered by a thin piece of fabric shook a little before taking a seat on his lap. Her soft cheeks rubbed his meat stick for a couple strokes before she leaned back and let his member rest between her tan legs.

“No tan lines. Do you go out naked a lot?” Silas asked.

“I love going to the lake and laying out. Boys sometimes fight each other to rub lotion on my ass. It's so cute. My friend Amy likes to let the losers fuck her ass. It’s so cute when they spurt and spurt.” Naomi said.

Silas groaned as her lower lips practically sandwiched his cock and snuggled it with their heat. His sister rubbed him with her butt giving his member a nice thigh job while turning his brain to mush.

He concluded that either he heard his host body’s name as his own or the body was named Silas by coincidence. Either way, he was beginning to get a handle on the way of the world. Unfortunately, it didn’t look good for him. Males were second class to sex toys in Neon City, and he had little reason to believe it was better elsewhere.

The next closest human settlement was a month’s march through monster-infested forests and valleys. For a normal human teen, it was a sentence. He needed to get information and find a way to train his body and use his increased potential. In contrast, his body slowly adapted to his stats. Unfortunately, it could take decades to get back to full power. His body wasn’t even considered F- he was an average human by every stretch of the word.

Besides women's ranking system, a power level system was used through crystal glasses laced with seals.

Naomi stopped her humping and looked at him, confused. “I was going to tell you after you were safely plunging into me.” Naomi pouted, stood up, and moved her panties to the side, showing off her trimmed blonde haired cunny and hidden butthole. Silas stared under crystal light at Naomi’s sexy glistening pussy. There was something forbidden about seeing it and not rushing to rip his cock free to take the plunge. He felt wrong seeing it without doing what he was made for, but he kept his body rigid.

A little wetness slipped down her thigh, and he leaned in and caught it with his tongue before shivering. It tasted like something so much greater than himself and growing. Still, it felt inevitable that she would rise above her current rank if only he came inside her.

He licked his lips before wrenching himself away. Naomi was so dangerous, and he couldn’t get away.

She pulled back her panties. “How are you resisting me? Am I ugly?” Her precious blue eyes watered, and he reached forward to pull her close so he could stuff his cock into her. Instead, he reached a hand around her waist and pulled her in for a hug, dragging them back onto his bed.

They rolled until she moved on top and ran his painful hard-on between her clothed cunny lips. “I don’t want to be dried up,” Silas said through clenched teeth. He felt her large breasts crush against his chest, and her wet cunny had already leaked through her panties enough to let him glide his dick between her labia. It was beyond good, and he wanted to pull the fabric to the side and fuck her. But that would lead to getting drained until he was a husk.

“That might be a problem.” Naomi looked conflicted before sighing. “Maybe you’ll change your mind about plunging into me when you hear mom’s plan,” Naomi said.

“What does she want?”

“Be polite; she is our mother, and it could be worse,” Naomi said.

Well, what is it?” Silas asked.

Naomi turned her head away and pursed her lips. “I’m not telling unless you promise to seriously consider fucking me,” Naomi said.

“Seriously?” Silas asked.

“Yes, and we don’t have to stick with my pussy. Amy taught me all of her anal tricks that are supposed to feel really good. She likes to take two dicks in the butt at once. I saw her do it, and it's so cute; they wiggle when they spurt together.” Naomi said. “Or you can risk here,” Naomi opened her mouth wide, showing him her throat. “I would love to drink every drop.”

He gripped the sheets as his body practically burned with want. A desire for his power to combat this world fought against his body’s biological instincts.

“I promise to think about it,” Silas said.

“Alright, then we’ll play a game. Just kiss me where you want to spurt, and I’ll make it happen to the best of my abilities. Don’t worry; the lube to the room has been turned on.” Naomi said.

“What does mom have planned for me?” Silas asked.

Naomi sighed and yanked her panties off, leaving herself fully bare. She grabbed her boobs and smiled. “Mom is pregnant and due any day now. Do you know what that means?”

Silas’s traitorous brain told him through flashes of his brothers. Charles and Atlas were the last two she chose, and they fucked her nipples. He remembered hearing moans as they spurted their lives into her. Then her breasts grew larger and smelled like returning to his origin. A shiver ran down his spine from the memory.

“I’m last in the rankings; how long do I have to improve,” Silas asked.

“You had over a decade to become hero material. I love you, little brother, more than any other brother, but you aren’t a fighter.” Naomi said.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. I’ll manage. I just have to beat the two of our brothers.” Silas said.

“It's not a bad way for a male to go out. Really, fucking mom’s nipples probably feel incredible; they are so soft and warm and full of lovely milk. Amy will be here tomorrow, but I don’t want to share you. You’re not strong enough to spurt into both of us. But if you spurt in me, I’ll ensure your final moments are full of love. ” Naomi said.