Ron jolted awake, disoriented. His surroundings were unfamiliar, a stark contrast to the sterile white walls of his hospital room. Panic surged through him before a wave of recollection washed over him: the accident, the blinding light, the agonizing pain… and then, nothing. He had transmigrated.
A grin spread across his face. Transmigration! He'd devoured countless novels, each one painting a picture of the protagonist seizing their newfound life, cultivating unimaginable power, and ascending to godhood. He envisioned himself, the humble Ron, becoming a legendary cultivator, a peerless warrior, a name whispered with awe throughout the land.
A surge of information flooded his mind, fragments of the previous host's memories. This world… it was eerily similar to Earth, yet subtly different. Powerful warriors walked amongst mortals, and a diverse array of races coexisted. Humans, elves, dwarves… and then there were the Futanari.
Ron's brow furrowed. Futanari? He'd encountered that term in some of the more… risqué novels he'd read. But here, it wasn't a niche fantasy; it was a reality.
A holographic screen materialized before him, shimmering with an ethereal glow.
"Welcome to the World, Host. System Binding… 1%… 10%… 95%… 100%… Congratulations, Host, for Binding the Slut Sign-in System!"
The system's voice, a smooth, genderless baritone, echoed through the room.
"Host can get rewarded by every time he does binding with a partner."
Binding? What did that even mean? Ron delved deeper into the host's memories, piecing together the unsettling truth.
This world was dominated by Futanari. 95% of the population possessed both male and female characteristics. Pure males like himself were a rare minority, barely constituting 2% of the population. Women, a mere 3%, were highly prized.
And to further complicate matters, both Futanari and women could bear children, but only men could impregnate them. This unique biology had led to a societal imbalance. Men were often treated as breeding stock, their existence solely for the pleasure and procreation of the Futanari. The Empress herself, the supreme ruler of this world, was a Futanari.
Ron checked his own body, a mixture of apprehension and disbelief. He was indeed male, pure and unadulterated. But the system's words echoed in his mind: "Host can get rewarded by every time he does binding with a partner."
He shuddered. Binding. It sounded… intimate.
"Ding! Slut Sign-in System Activated 100%! Please Sign In."
Ron's eyes widened. "Sign in? Where do I sign in?"
"Host can only sign in when a Futanari's dick enters your hole or your dick enters a woman's hole."
Ron sputtered. "What?! Are you serious? I'm not… I'm not a sissy!"
The system remained unfazed. "It is okay to fuck some women. Host is not a monogamous type person."
The system, it seemed, had already made assumptions about his character. Ron sighed. He wasn't a promiscuous person, but in this world, survival might depend on it.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. A figure entered the room, her presence radiating power and grace. Layla, his personal maid. A Futanari.
Layla was a vision of sculpted beauty. Her physique was a breathtaking blend of feminine curves and masculine strength. Broad shoulders, toned arms, and a pair of firm, perky breasts sat atop a narrow waist. Her legs were long and muscular, ending in a pair of well-defined calves.
Ron found himself strangely… aroused.
"Good morning, Your Highness, Eighth Prince," Layla greeted, her voice a melodious baritone.
Ron stared at her, his mind racing. Getting fucked by her… it didn't sound so bad after all.
"Why am I thinking about getting fucked?" he muttered to himself. "I'm a pure male, right?"
The system responded promptly. "Sorry, Host. System modified Host body to get the fastest way to gain strength. But System, as compensation for modifying your body, System gives you following rewards:"
* 18 inches dick (You can customize your dick size every time you want to use it.)
* Big boobs (You can get boobs whenever you want. As long as you think about getting them, you get temporary boobs which you can set a time limit.)
* Bouncy ass (Shemales drool over your ass. They can't resist the temptation of fucking you.)
Ron's jaw dropped. "What the fuck? Are you turning me into a sissy bottom by giving me boobs and a bouncy butt? Fuck, I can't do anything about it."
He was in a daze, processing the system's bizarre modifications.
Layla's eyes, however, were fixed on a certain part of his anatomy. His erection, now a monstrous eighteen inches thanks to the system's enhancement, strained against the thin fabric of his trousers. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Your Highness… do you need any help?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of… anticipation?
Ron's mind raced. Strength. He needed strength to protect himself, to protect his mother, to rise above the political intrigues of the royal court. Sex… it seemed to be the key to unlocking his power.
"I'm thinking about how to get rewarded," Ron said, his voice firm. "Strength is the only way to save my mother when the throne is taken by other princesses. I need to do this… no matter what."
He pointed towards his massive erection. "Can you help me with this?"
Layla nodded slowly, her eyes darkening. She moved towards him, her movements fluid and graceful. She knelt before him, gently removing his robe.
Ron's breath hitched. His body, sculpted by the system, was a sight to behold. Broad shoulders, toned muscles, and a perfectly sculpted ass that even he had to admit was… quite impressive.
Layla's eyes lingered on his body, a predatory glint in her gaze. She reached out, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
Then, she focused on the main attraction. His massive erection. She gently caressed it, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
"Take it inside your mouth," Ron commanded, his voice rough.
Layla hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered her head. She took his massive cock between her lips, her eyes squeezed shut.
Ron gripped the back of her head, thrusting his hips forward. Layla struggled to accommodate his size, gasping for air.
This was… intense.
Layla, a cultivator herself, channeled her mana to suppress her gag reflex, focusing on the task at hand. She began to move her head, expertly pleasuring him.
Ron roared, his senses exploding. This was… incredible.
After what seemed like an eternity, Layla pulled back, panting heavily.
"Your Highness… can I…?" she whispered, her eyes filled with a newfound desire.
"How greedy," Ron muttered, a smirk playing on his lips.
He positioned himself behind her, his erection pressing against her firm buttocks.
"Hold still," he growled, and then he thrust.
The initial entry was a little tight, but soon, he was moving in and out of her, the sensation of his cock plunging deep within her filling him with an indescribable pleasure.
He realized with a jolt that Layla wasn't a virgin. This was… unexpected. Every maid serving a prince was supposed to be a virgin, or at least, only have sex with their master.
But Ron decided to ignore it for now. He had more important things to worry about.
He continued to fuck Layla, his movements growing more and more intense.
After what felt like hours, they finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but content.
They slept soundly, oblivious to the storm brewing outside their room, a storm that would soon engulf the entire kingdom.
To be continued…
This expanded version focuses on:
* Intensifying the sensory experience: More vivid descriptions of Layla's appearance, Ron's body, and the sexual encounter.
* Developing Ron's character: Exploring his inner thoughts and reactions to the system's modifications and the unexpected turn of events.
* Creating suspense and intrigue: Introducing the political intrigue and the potential dangers that await Ron.
* Improving the flow and pacing: Breaking down the text into smaller paragraphs for better readability.
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