A single tear rolled down Serah's cheek.
"Damn it," the fat one groaned. "Why do you get to go first?"
"Quit whining. You'll get your turn."
"Tch. She's struggling because you assholes are taking too long."
"She doesn't want your pathetic excuse of a dick," the fat one sneered. "Let me go first. I'll break her in properly."
"The hell are you talking about?" Scarface snapped. "I'm thick enough to ruin her."
He pressed forward, preparing to force himself in.
But before he could—
BANG!
The door exploded inward, wood splinters flying across the room.
Everyone froze.
Three sets of eyes turned toward the entrance.
Ray stood there, eyes cold, a wooden stick gripped in his hand.
"You!!" Scarface shouted, hastily pulling up his pants. "How the fuck did you get loose?!"
The fat one sneered. "Oh? Come to play hero? If so, you're in for another round of beating."
Ray sighed, rolling his shoulders.
"This really isn't the proper way to get laid," he muttered.
The lanky man guarding the door darted toward him, swinging a sword.
Ray sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the man's wrist mid-swing. With a swift motion, he twisted—
CRACK!
"GUHHH!"
The man's wrist snapped, and he howled in agony. Before he could react further, Ray delivered a brutal kick to his stomach.
The force sent him flying backward, crashing through the wooden wall, blood spraying from his mouth.
The room fell silent.
Ray exhaled slowly, gripping the stick tighter.
"…Who's next?"
Scarface and the fat one exchanged quick glances before rushing toward Ray, swords drawn.
"You're dead, bastard!" Scarface snarled, slashing his blade in a wide arc.
Ray barely moved, tilting his head to the side. The sword whizzed past his cheek, missing by mere inches. Before Scarface could recover, Ray stepped forward and drove his fist into the man's gut.
"Guhaah—!"
Scarface's eyes bulged as he doubled over, the air violently expelled from his lungs. Ray followed up with a knee to his jaw, sending the thug sprawling onto the floor, groaning in pain.
"You piece of shit!" the fat one roared, bringing his sword down in a heavy, clumsy swing.
Ray effortlessly sidestepped, raising his wooden stick.
CRACK!
The stick slammed against the side of the fat thug's head. A spray of spit flew from his mouth as his body staggered from the impact.
Not giving him a chance to recover, Ray flipped the stick around and drove the blunt end into the man's throat.
"Guhh—!!"
The fat bastard clutched his neck, gasping for air, his face turning purple. Ray finished him off with a sharp kick to the side of the head, sending him crashing into the pile of wooden crates with a loud THUD.
Ray exhaled, rolling his shoulders.
"Too easy."
Scarface groaned from the ground, barely pushing himself up. His lip was split, blood dripping from his mouth. He glared at Ray with pure hatred.
"You… fucking… monster."
Ray tilted his head. "You're calling me the monster? Funny, considering what you were about to do."
Scarface reached for his sword again, but before his fingers could grasp it, Ray stepped on his wrist, pinning him down.
"Arghh—!!"
Ray crouched down, his gaze cold. "I should kill you."
Scarface trembled beneath him. "W-Wait! Let's talk—"
Ray pressed down harder. "But that would be too easy, wouldn't it?"
Scarface's face twisted in terror. "N-No, please—!"
Ray clenched his fist—
BAM!
A single, devastating punch to the side of the head knocked Scarface out cold. His body went limp, collapsing into an unconscious heap.
Ray stood up, shaking his hand. "Damn, that was satisfying."
With the thugs incapacitated, he turned his attention to Serah, who was still bound to the pillar. Her tear-streaked eyes were wide, her breath uneven as she stared at him in disbelief.
"Hey," Ray said, stepping closer. "You alright?"
As he approached, his eyes flicked downward—and froze. A glistening puddle of viscous liquid had pooled beneath Serah's legs, slowly dripping from her exposed slit. Her thighs trembled, her face beet red with embarrassment.
Ray blinked before letting out a low whistle. "Damn… You've got one hell of a sinful body."
Now that he saw her up close, the sight was almost overwhelming—massive, perky breasts that jiggled with the slightest movement, a waist that curved beautifully into wide, childbearing hips, and an ass so plump and round it could easily rival a man's head. Thick, luscious thighs completed the obscene perfection.
"No wonder those guys lost their minds," Ray muttered as he moved behind her to untie her bindings. "With a body like this, any man would want a taste."
Serah flinched at his words but remained silent, her breathing ragged as he worked on the ropes. The moment he pressed forward to undo the last knot, his hardened length found itself wedged between her thick, sinful ass cheeks.
'Shit.'
Her soft flesh clamped around him like a vice, the sensation making it almost impossible to focus. Serah let out a sharp gasp but didn't move away, her body betraying her despite her flustered expression.
Gritting his teeth, Ray finished untying her and quickly stepped back before he lost control. He grabbed a spare cloth from a nearby crate and tossed it to her. "Here, put this on."
Serah hesitated for a moment before snatching the cloth and turning away. Ray took the cue and stepped outside, giving her privacy as she dressed.
While waiting, he delved into his newly acquired memories.
'So, after that session with Vaelora, I was sent to Velmoria as part of our deal, huh?'
Currently, he was inhabiting the body of a low-ranking soldier—nothing special. The original owner, also named Ray, had been a commoner with no last name, barely scraping by in the army's ranks. Apparently, he had been ambushed and robbed by these thugs. When he tried to fight back, one of them cracked him over the head, thinking they had only knocked him unconscious.
But instead of waking up, the original Ray died.
And now, his body belonged to someone far more capable.
'Well, it would've been nice if I got a better starting point, but whatever.'
Then there was Serah.
Head chef for the army, ranking far above him. Ray recalled her vividly—after all, he had fapped to her scenes multiple times while playing Lustrealm.
But seeing her in person? That was something else entirely.
'Goddamn. Her body's even more sinful in real life… I wouldn't mind getting my head crushed between those thick thighs.'
A voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Why are you talking to yourself?"
Ray turned to see Serah walking up to him, now dressed. Though she had covered herself, her figure was still impossible to ignore.
He smirked. "Nothing much. Just admiring your beauty."
Serah's cheeks flushed a deep red. "Shut up. You're not allowed to bring this up again."
Ray chuckled. "Sure, sure. But you know… everything has a price."
Before she could react, his hand shot out, grabbing a handful of her thick, plush ass. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, and he gave it a firm squeeze.
Serah shuddered but didn't pull away. Instead, her hand slid over the bulge in his pants, her fingers tracing its shape.
"Don't worry," she murmured, her voice sultry. "I never back down from repaying favors."
Ray felt his cock throb at her words.
But just as he was about to push further, Serah withdrew her hand and stepped back. "However, now's not the time. I need to report back to the battalion within the hour. If I'm late, the meal schedule will be delayed, and that'll mess up the entire army's routine."
Ray sighed dramatically. "I guess duty calls."
Serah smirked. "Be patient. You'll get your reward soon enough."
He grinned. "I'll hold you to that."
With a final glance, Serah turned and headed off toward the military encampment.
Ray watched her leave, shaking his head with amusement before taking off in the opposite direction.
'Velmoria's already proving to be fun.'