The moment I stepped behind the tavern, the world narrowed.
The back alley was narrow, half-shadowed, with stacked crates, empty barrels, and the faint scent of hops and dust in the air. Mira led the way, swaying slightly with each step, hips wide, confidence natural. She stopped at a rickety wooden door, then turned back to face me.
"No clothes, no name, and no shame," she said, folding her arms under her chest. "You're either a very brave man or a very stupid one."
"I'm... adapting fast," I replied, trying to sound smooth. The system hadn't told me to flirt, but hell—why not?
[Pheromone Effect: Active][Arousal Level: Rising][Consent Probability: 78%]
She stared at me a little too long. Then reached forward, slowly.
Her hand touched my chest—fingers tracing the line between my pecs, down to my stomach. My skin tingled under her touch. Her breath hitched, just slightly.
"You feel like a warrior, not a beggar," she murmured, almost to herself. "But those eyes... you're not used to this."
She was right. I was faking it, riding a high I didn't understand. But she didn't seem to mind.
[Breeding Scenario: Imminent][Trigger Event: Intimate Contact Reached]
"Let's make a deal," Mira said, voice lower now. She leaned in, close enough I could smell her—sweat, ale, and something warm and sweet beneath it. "You help me with something… and I'll help you relax."
"Help how?"
"My shift ends in ten minutes. But I'm... overdue for a good time. And you seem eager." She licked her lips. "The storeroom's empty. You want in, you pull your weight."
A rational part of me wanted to ask questions—who she was, what she wanted, if this was a trap—but the growing heat between us, and the steady system notifications echoing in my mind, overrode logic.
"I'll pull my weight," I said.
She raised an eyebrow at the double meaning, then stepped aside and pushed open the door.
Inside was cramped and dim. Barrels lined one wall. A small lantern flickered above a battered workbench. Mira shut the door behind us, then turned and leaned against it.
She didn't say a word. Just stared.
Then she unfastened her corset.
It loosened with a single practiced motion, and her breasts spilled free—soft, round, freckled, tipped with dusky pink nipples already hard from the chill.
[Target: Fully Exposed. Breeding Window: Active.][Skill Gained: Arousal Surge I – +10% Physical Boost When Engaged in Intimacy]
I took a step forward, heart pounding, erection throbbing and heavy.
This was happening.
My first time. My first anything. And it was with a real woman—gorgeous, curvy, and practically begging for it.
"Touch me," she said, voice husky. "Let's see if you can back up that look in your eyes."
My hands moved instinctively. I reached out, cupping her breast, thumb brushing across her nipple. Her breath caught. Her hand slipped down between us, fingers wrapping around my cock without hesitation.
"Oh," she whispered. "You're not just for show."
[Arousal Threshold: Breeding Compatibility Optimal.][System Sync: 93%][Proceed with Breeding? Full penetration will initiate stat growth and first system reward.]
"I need this," she whispered, voice barely audible. "It's been… so long."
She turned around, bracing herself on the workbench. Her skirt was already hiked up—no undergarments.
Her hips pushed back. Her body open. Waiting.
This wasn't a fantasy. This wasn't a porno.
It was real.
And I was ready.
[Consent Confirmed. Breeding Event Authorized.]
I stepped forward.
And entered her.