Yesterday I turned 18 years old. You're officially considered an adult at 14 in this world. Mother has been getting angry with me. The entire family has become disappointed with me, and that's because I'm the weakest. My older sisters had started leveling up at 14, and by 18, they'd already slept with 1000s of men. Though, the number of partners doesn't directly correlate to your level, especially since many of the men they'd slept with were from the brothels. It was still a lot better than a virgin like me.
As a person from 22nd century Earth, 14 just felt too young. 18 was the right age, but I've lost a lot of time. I need to start leveling up if I want to survive. In 4 years, the war will begin. It was time I started leveling up.
I opened the door to my room, and like always, Garth was standing by my door. "Garth," I said, "go get me a cucumber."
"Cucumber?"
"Yes, a whole one."
He scratched his head. "Alright." He obediently went to the kitchen and came back with a cucumber. I looked at him from head to toe as he handed me the cucumber. He was the same age as me, 18. He was also the same height as me: 5'8''. Maybe he still has some growing to do, though 5'8'' is fine too. I'm 5'8'', after all.
I have obviously become a full-grown woman. I was my mother's height, and like my mother, I was beautiful with voluptuous breasts and a thick sexy bum.
"Thank you." I took the cucumber from his hand and closed the door. I locked the door just in case, so no accidents would happen.
I unbuckled my belt and took off my pants and underwear. I put my chair in front of the full-length mirror and sat with my legs wide open. I played with my clit and looked in the mirror. I'm a beautiful woman if I do say so myself. Only my bottom was revealed, I still had my shirt on, but even then, I was sexy. My legs were long and smooth. In this world, women didn't shave their bodies or wear makeup; I was naturally hairless. My pussy was cute too. It was just a pink slit with the cutest clitoral hood and labia minora. If I wasn't in this strange Ero-game world, men would be begging to eat my pussy.
I played with the clitoral hood till I was wet. Then I slowly inserted the cucumber, breaking my hymen. If my mother knew I still had my hymen, she'd be disappointed 10 times more than she already was. But since I had my memories of being a man on Earth, I've been hesitant. It was time I acted like a player and started conquering men and leveling up. I was bleeding a little. I let the cucumber stay inside me till I became comfortable with it inside. Then I got up and tried to walk around with it, but it slipped out and fell on the floor. I cleaned up the blood. Then I cleaned the cucumber. Put my pants back on, opened the door, and handed the cucumber back to Garth. "Here, you can take it back to the kitchen."
"Ah, okay." He scratched his head and took it back to the kitchen.
***
A week later, I told Garth to wash up and come to my room. It was around 8 pm.
"I'm sure you already guessed what I called you here for," I said.
He scratched his head and said, "Are we testing another potion again?"
"What? No!" Goddammit, this stupid kid. "No. I decided to start leveling up." His eyes grew wide. I scratched my chin and said, "So, I need your help."
"Yes! I'm your humble servant, and my body is for you to use, master." He bowed his head.
"Okay, okay, just talk like normal."
"Yes."
"Okay, then strip."
"Ah?" He looked up. "Right." I sat in my chair with my leg crossed (ankle-on-knee) and watched him. I still had my pants and shirt on. He took off his coat, then shirt, then unbuckled his belt, removed his pants, and finally his underwear. He stood naked with his hands covering his penis.
"Lay down, and take off your socks too."
"Right, okay." He hurried to take off his socks as he crawled on my bed.
"And I've been wondering, did you already do it with my sisters?"
"What!? No, master, I'd never. They asked, but I turned them down. I'm only yours."
"Okay. And stop covering your penis." I told him. "You have no reason to be embarrassed."
"Okay." He reluctantly took his hands away and revealed his little guy.
I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear in one go. I revealed my naked lower half to him. It didn't look like I'd need to reveal anything more because his little guy rose. The little guy was fully erect and ready to go. It was a little small, but for my first dick, it was cute and perfect.
I crawled on top of the bed and kissed him. Our tongues mingled in his mouth. Kissing felt good, so we laid there and kissed. I ran my fingers around his nipples, and when I pinched his nipple and pulled at it hard, he moaned, "Mmm!" Into my mouth. It was fun teasing him.
When I looked down at his dick, it was dripping with pre-cum. "You're leaking like a woman," I whispered into his ears.
"I- I'm sorry." He looked embarrassed.
"Hehehe." I couldn't help but giggle. I lived a heterosexual life in my previous life, though I was always flexible, so this didn't feel bad. Especially since I had a vagina now, it was fun teasing a boy. Also, my memories are more in tune with being Sherrie than my past life.
I got on top of him and grabbed his dick. Then I looked at the ring on my hand, just to make sure (just my OCD). It was the ring my mother gave me when I was 10. It would finally come into use. Without it, I could become pregnant. But since I had it on, there was nothing to worry about. I rubbed his dick on my pussy. Then proudly in the cowgirl position, I sat on him and took his little guy inside me.
So this is how another human feels inside you. I put more weight on him and gently moved forward and back, working him inside me.
I fixed my hair behind my ear and leaned over to kiss him, but he said, "I'm going to-"
"Huh?" He didn't finish his sentence, but he didn't have to. I felt him squirt inside me. "Already?" I accidentally let my thoughts slip out. He was making an O-face too. It was understandable; he was a virgin until a few seconds ago.
The experience gained window popped up. I was surprised to see 50 points.
I got off the bed, grabbed a towel, and wiped off the cum that was leaking out my crotch. For a little guy, he came a lot inside me. I put the towel on the chair and sat down.
He looked at me and apologized. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine. You did well. Get some sleep." I said, waving it off, and whispered, "status window." The status window popped up, and I got a better picture of what had happened. Garth was indeed amazing; the average man would only give about 5 points. He gave 10 times that.
"I should've tired to-"
He was still trying to apologize and explain himself. "It's fine! It's your first time. Go to sleep." I told him and looked over the data on my status window again.
"Okay." He said and laid back down on the bed and pulled the covers over himself.
"If you sleep with anyone else, make good requests. Get your points worth. You output 10 times more than your average guy." I told him so he'd be more selective in the future.
"Really?" He looked at me with doe eyes, happy to hear it. "But you're my master. You can command me to use it as you wish."
"Is that so? Okay. Then get some sleep." He was no use to me anymore as experience points, but others could still use him. I could pimp him out. I'll think about that later. His cum was still leaking out my pussy, and I had to go to the bathroom and get another towel.
Again I sat down on the chair with another towel and looked over my status window. I was now Level 3. It would become harder and harder to level up as the levels go up. But this was enough to choose my archetype. There were two options on the status window. Martial or Magic. If I chose martial, there are specialties like knight, monk, bare-handed, assassin, ninja, spearman, etc. Each with its own branch you can climb up. With magic: there are illusion specialists, space specialists, time specialists, alchemical, necromancy, holy, etc. The specialty was picked at level 10, and picking a specialty didn't mean you couldn't learn other skills but the conditions simply changed. A knight, for example, could learn monk skills, but for a knight to obtain monk skills, it would be more complicated and costly. Right now, the specialty didn't need to be chosen, only the type: martial or magic.
I looked at the status window and thought about it hard since it was irreversible once chosen. Once chosen, it would be the path for the rest of my life. In the game, I had played dozens of types and specialties. I tried to remember what was the best option. While I was playing the game, certain things were fun, but it wasn't good in a practical sense. Fighting up close, for example, was fun, but it also resulted in a lot of my deaths. In the game that just meant I'd restart at a checkpoint, but that wasn't the case with real life. Here, death was death.
The magician was weak at close battles, but that could be compensated with gear and potions. Also, as long as you played it well, the enemy would never get close. I was also pretty good at playing a magician... "Wasn't I?" I tried to remember back, but it wasn't all so clear. There was also another big reason to pick magic in real life. You'd eventually need to rape to level up in this game, though it was reverse rape (if you played a female character), and it didn't feel like a big deal in the game. It probably won't be the same in real life. I looked at my sleeping butler. If you picked magic, there'd be options to learn illusion magic and mind control magic, which would be effective for seducing.
Later in the game, when war rages, in the fallen cities, reverse rape becomes commonplace. The player can take part in it too. It was impossible to reach certain levels without this method.
Fine, then I guess I'm going with magic. I picked magic and began to feel the effects of mana flowing into me.
Another window popped up, allowing me to pick a magic spell to master. If I had picked the martial type, it'd have shown a window for picking martial skills. I looked over the available options. I needed to be careful since as the levels go up, I'll get fewer and fewer chances to learn magic spells. Since I leveled up twice and reached level 3, I got to pick a magic spell.
Level 2 lets you pick the type. Then you get to pick a magic spell or skill at every level for a bit, then every other level you get these options, then every 5 levels, then every 10 levels, then... You get the idea.
The options I had right now as a new magician were: [fireball, waterball, look-a-look, sleep, barrier, minor skeleton, lightning]
In the game, the options were always random. The range and effectiveness of the spells became more potent as you leveled up, and the spells would evolve. The spells had no description attached to them in the window. Though if you'd read the book labeled: Magical Spells, in the mansion library, you'd know what each spell did, except for one: [look-a-look]. I was surprised when I saw [look-a-look] show up as one of the first options. I chose it immediately. It was an appraisal-type skill, but it was more than that; it allowed you to look at people's levels and how many experience points each boy would give. With this, I could cross off one of the most difficult quests I had planned in my list of quests and easter eggs. I had gone through hell to get this skill back in the game, but now it was right here. Without this skill, you'd have to sleep with men randomly in hopes of high experience points.
I activated the [look-a-look] and saw Garth's level and the amount of experience he'd give. Just as expected, he was level 1 and gave 50 exp. Also, the 50 was now in red, indicating I wouldn't get experience from sleeping with him anymore.
With everything settled with my status window, I closed it and looked down at my crotch. It didn't look like anything was leaking out anymore. I wiped it one more time, took a piss, put on my underwear, and cuddled up with my sleeping butler.