Chapter 2: Milf Cant Resist This 1
I regretted not bringing something to cover myself; the cold was biting. The chilly air made my balls shrivel up. Where am I… a castle corridor? There’s a door right in front of me.
A door made of high-quality wood. It doesn’t seem to be locked. There it is again. I never said that, so why is it narrating in my voice? Anyway, it seems to be late at night, and the surroundings are eerily quiet.
“Ugh…”
The gate is closed. Is this the pattern where once you cross, you can never go back? Well, it’s better than getting my head bashed in with a baseball bat.
Even if I manage to go back, my affair is exposed, and a life of public shame awaits. But that doesn’t scare me. I was just starting to think it would be difficult to find new women within my reach, relying solely on my feet and public transportation. So, this unexpected adventure is somewhat welcome.
It would have been better if I could have packed some decent starting equipment… But since the “Thankful Penis Thrusting” is done piously in the nude, I literally have nothing on me right now.
Think positive. At least I’m not outdoors. And I have something to believe in. If I came to another world, shouldn’t I have at least one cheat? The strange narration ability that spills out information I don’t know in my own voice is proof of that.
“Status…”
The corridor was so quiet that my voice echoed unnecessarily loudly.