The Castle Manager, a towering figure of muscle and menace, loomed over Ron. His eyes, gleaming with a predatory hunger, scanned Ron's body with a chilling intensity.
Ron felt a surge of panic. He looked around desperately for an escape route, but the door was firmly shut. He was trapped.
The Castle Manager reached out, his large hand grasping Ron's chin, forcing him to look up. "Such a beautiful face," he murmured, his voice a low, sensual purr. "Such a perfectly sculpted ass. A shame to waste such a specimen."
Ron struggled against his grasp, but it was futile. The Castle Manager was far too strong.
"Relax, Your Highness," the Manager said, his voice soothing. "This will be… pleasurable."
He began to unbutton Ron's shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the anticipation. Ron closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable.
The Castle Manager's fingers traced the contours of Ron's chest, his touch sending shivers down Ron's spine. He then moved lower, his hand cupping Ron's ass, squeezing gently.
Ron gasped, his body trembling. The Manager's touch, despite its gentleness, was incredibly arousing.
The Manager chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Sensitive, aren't you, Your Highness?"
He leaned closer, his breath hot on Ron's neck. "Don't worry," he whispered, "I'll take good care of you."
He then proceeded to strip Ron of his clothes, his movements efficient and almost clinical. Ron, feeling utterly helpless, could only watch in horror as the Manager revealed his own impressive physique.
The Manager's body was a testament to years of rigorous training. Rippling muscles covered every inch of his frame, his chest broad and powerful, his legs thick and muscular. A massive erection strained against his trousers, promising a brutal and unforgettable experience.
Ron felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He was about to be violated, not just physically, but emotionally as well.
The Manager, seemingly oblivious to Ron's distress, began to circle him like a predator stalking its prey. He reached out and gently caressed Ron's cheek, his touch surprisingly tender.
"Such delicate skin," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Such a perfect plaything."
Ron, desperate to regain some semblance of control, activated the 'big boobs' option. His body swelled, his chest expanding rapidly. He felt a strange sensation, as if his body was being stretched, reshaped.
He looked down in surprise. He was now endowed with a pair of large, firm breasts, a sight that would have been comical if not for the terrifying situation he was in.
The Castle Manager, however, seemed to be completely captivated. His eyes widened in surprise, his jaw slack. He stared at Ron's burgeoning breasts, his breathing quickening.
He lunged forward, his massive frame crashing into Ron, sending him sprawling onto the desk. The sudden impact knocked the breath out of Ron.
The Manager, seemingly oblivious to Ron's pain, pinned him down, his weight crushing Ron beneath him. He reached out, his hands groping for Ron's breasts, squeezing and kneading them with rough, insistent fingers.
Ron cried out, his body trembling. The Manager's touch was rough, almost painful, but it also ignited a strange fire within him.
Without any warning, the Manager plunged his massive member into Ron's entrance. Ron felt as if he was being ripped apart, the pain so intense that he almost blacked out.
He struggled against the Manager's weight, but it was futile. The Manager was far too strong, his movements relentless. He continued to thrust, his hips rocking back and forth, his grunts echoing through the room.
Ron endured the assault, his body trembling, his mind a whirlwind of pain and confusion. He was being violated, used, but a strange sensation began to stir within him. A strange, perverse pleasure.
The Manager, sensing Ron's submission, increased the intensity of his assault. He began to explore Ron's body with his hands, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, his touch arousing a storm of conflicting emotions within Ron.
The Manager continued to fuck him, his movements relentless, his grunts echoing through the room. Ron, despite the pain, found himself strangely drawn to the intensity of the experience.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Manager collapsed on top of him, his breathing heavy, his body limp.
Ron lay there, panting, his body aching, his mind reeling from the ordeal. He had survived.
He cultivated for a while, using the Immortal Avatar Sutra to ease the pain and replenish his depleted energy.
"System," Ron asked, checking his rewards, "what did I get for this… ordeal?"
"System: CONGRATULATIONS HOST FOR FUCKING STRONGEST PERSON IN YOUR MOTHER'S CASTLE. REWARD: Talent Upgrade Pill -1 (Makes Host body suitable for cultivation through normal procedure.)"
Ron heaved a sigh of relief. That's what he wanted. He had no natural talent for cultivation, but this pill would change that.
"System: Host, this pill allows your talent level up to grade F. If you want to upgrade your talent, you need to take more talent upgrade pills."
Ron groaned. "Fuck, I should just whore in a whorehouse."
"System: Good idea, Host."
"System: Become a whore and get fucked by 1000 Futanari. Reward: Immortal Constitution."
Ron's eyes widened. "Oh, my god, what the fuck is this? What the fuck type of reward is this?"
He quickly pushed the disturbing thought aside. He would think about that later.
He started cultivating, but his progress was slow. With his F-grade talent, cultivation was a painfully slow process.
"Fuck," Ron muttered, "it's better to have sex than cultivate. It's much faster."
He asked the system, "Can I have any quests for now?"
"System: Quests:"
* Host will be transported to a random place where single or multiple people fuck Host depending upon Host luck.
* Host can change identity and gender through System help and become your Empire's best whore in your Empire's best whorehouse.
"Rewards will be distributed after completion. Host can complete both and get both rewards."
Ron groaned. "Fuck, this is too much."
He thought for a while and decided to go with the first choice.
"With a thought," he selected the first choice, and the world around him dissolved into a swirling vortex of colors.
He found himself standing in a clearing in an unfamiliar forest. Towering trees blocked out the sunlight, casting long, eerie shadows.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the depths of the forest. It was a Futanari, her skin shimmering like dragon scales, her muscles bulging with raw power. She was a vision of raw, untamed beauty, her eyes burning with a fierce lust.
Upon seeing Ron, her eyes widened, her nostrils flaring. "Are you one of them?" she growled, her voice a low, guttural sound. "The ones who drugged me?"
Ron shook his head. "No, miss. I… I can help you."
The dragon-scaled Futanari seemed unconvinced, but something in Ron's eyes, a mixture of fear and submission, seemed to have calmed her.
She let out a low growl, then proceeded to strip, revealing a perfectly sculpted body. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, her curves accentuated by the moonlight.
She then revealed her own impressive member, a monstrous 14-inch cock that strained against her skin.
Ron's eyes widened. He was overwhelmed by the sight.
The Futanari, seemingly oblivious to Ron's reaction, thrust her hips forward, her cock pointing directly at Ron's mouth.
Ron, instinctively, opened his mouth wide.
The Futanari, with a fierce growl, rammed her cock into his mouth. Ron felt as if he was being impaled, his throat burning with the intensity of the assault.
He lost all control, his mind a whirlwind of sensations. He was being fucked by a dragon, his mouth ravaged by her monstrous cock.
The Futanari, sensing his submission, increased the intensity of her assault, her movements relentless, her grunts echoing through the silent forest.
Ron, blinded by lust and pain, forgot all about his mission, his fear, his anger. He was simply a vessel for her desires, a plaything for the dragon.
The Futanari continued to fuck him, first in his mouth, then in his ass, her movements relentless, her pleasure intense.
Ron lost track of time. He was fucked and fucked again, his body pushed to its absolute limits. The Futanari, insatiable in her lust, didn't allow him any rest, her movements a relentless assault on his senses.
He cried out, his body arching, his mind a haze of pain and