THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, SHOTA, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. THIS IS FAN-FICTION. NOTHING IS REAL. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
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Roxy Migurdia was larger than life up close. She had this sort of presence to her that was hard to explain unless you were actually there. Rudy was of course a little rude to her– calling her little and all that. Really kid? She's like twice your height and you're calling her little?! She looked at us both with barely hidden condescension and up to that point in my new life, I had never felt smaller.
It wasn't until Rudy took out one of mother's trees without finishing his chant that she suddenly started to come alive.
"Wait… You did that wrong…"
"Whoops. Sorry.."
"It's just– do you usually cut your incantations short like that? I'm just trying to figure out if that was just an accident, because it didn't look like one."
"Well, um… actually. I don't usually use an incantation."
Roxy's eyes widened. She then looked at me.
"What about you Leah? Can you do it like that too?"
"That's the way Rudy taught me."
Roxy began to smile but then was cut off by mama screaming in horror at her cut down tree. She underwent a scolding that ruined her mood. Rudy then started using dating sim lines on her which stupidly enough worked.
"You know he's just buttering you up right?" I told her.
Her face went red.
"Of course I knew that! I'm not a child! I know I may not look it, but I'm a fully grown adult!"
"Huh?" Me and Rudy said at the same time.
Roxy suddenly tipped her hat over her face.
"I guess I might as well explain. You know how my hair is a little different? How it's blue instead of… a normal color? Well that's because I'm not really human. I'm a Migurd, which is considered to be a demon."
"A demon? You mean like the Superd? Like that story papa reads us?" I asked even though I already knew the details.
"A little like it. But the Migurd aren't dangerous like the Superd are. In fact, all of us are little like this, so we really aren't anything to be scared of."
"Ooohhhh. So that's why you look so short! You're a loli!" Rudeus blurted out.
"A what?!" Roxy asked.
You dolt! You can't just say that! She probably doesn't even know what that means!
"Whoops. I didn't mean to– I mean…"
"Is that some kind of slur? You shouldn't be calling people bad names. Did your father teach you that?!"
Rudy hung his head.
"No. I just heard it… from somewhere. It's not a super bad word."
"Then what does it mean?" Roxy prodded with an intense skeptical look in her eyes.
"It's just a word for a little girl. That's all." he explained.
"Was it hard for you to learn magic?" I cut in trying to change the subject.
"Not at all. I was pretty adept at it, and up until this point I considered myself to be somewhat of a genius. Today has taught me there's other people much younger than me who might actually be more talented, but don't take that as me admitting defeat, after all, I'm still pretty far ahead of you both which makes me your senior!"
"Senior?"
"Yep! I've been waiting for a challenge like this, so let's see how fast I can get you both up to speed!"
"Yay!" I said jumping into the air like a little girl– oh wait. I was a little girl.
From that day on our lessons began for real. During the morning we practiced magic, and in the afternoon, swordplay. The swordplay wasn't actually with real swords just yet, apparently papa was going to work on that, but in the meantime we did strength training exercises. Rudy wasn't very good at the training for swordplay, but somehow I was. I must have gotten more of Paul's genes than Zenith's. That would explain why magic was harder for me.
Roxy was set up in a guest room in the house, and for the first few weeks she was really awkward and shy. It almost made her really look like she wasn't much older than me and Rudy, even with knowing the truth. However, our parents were warm and welcoming, and after a few weeks she started to come out of her shell and relax around us.
Some things changed while others didn't. Lillia still did her chores like normal, but gone were mine and Rudy's lazy days. Almost every spare moment we were learning something whether that was a new spell or a new exercise to do. It almost annoyed me how much of our free time was being taken away until I realized I still had more free time than I did in my previous life.
We had frequent breaks, and unlike with public school, we didn't have homework, just regular lessons. At night we could be lazy all we wanted, and sometimes we'd play games and sing songs. Roxy seemed to enjoy herself more and more as the months went by, and in that time, I started to really respect her. After all, she was a good teacher.
Roxy would tell us stories her parents told her when she was a girl, the usual Grim's fairy tales and Usopp's fables. After listening to these kinds of stories, having the hindsight of an adult with which to analyze them, I found they were more than just stories. These were cautionary tales crafted with the intention of warning young minds about the dangers of the real world. Instead of the allegorical monsters you would find in earth fairy tales, the monsters in these tales were real, or at least they were real at one point in time.
Roxy made sure to explain when a monster was extinct and when there were still remnants of a different species. Monsters were different from demons, because anything that had any sort of intelligence can't really be a true monster. It was true that some monsters were very intelligent, but they didn't have societies or exchange ideas. Demons were also different from beastfolk. Demons tended to be more animalistic in features, whereas it seemed like beastfolk were more humanistic in features. There was one defining characteristic between the two, and that was whether or not they aligned themselves with Laplace during the war against him. That's why the Migurd were considered to be demons.
There's so much to wrap my head around in this world that I hadn't realized. I knew that Mushoku Tensei was pretty popular, even before it got an anime adaption, and now I know why. This isn't your cookie cutter isekai world, this is a passion project by someone who really wanted to make their story feel lived in and alive.
Sometimes the sheer amount of info that entered my mind on a daily basis was enough to keep me awake at night. What kind of future can I be expected to have here even? Do I just follow Rudeus around for the rest of my life? Do I carve out my own path and have my own adventures? I wonder if it would be safer to stick closer to Rudeus or to keep my distance. I don't mean that in terms of whether or not I would be safe from his perverted advances, but more like will I get killed if I associate too much with him? Nights like this were always the worst.
One night I had to pee and wandered down the hall when I heard strange noises breaking my usual line of thought. I crept closer and it was then that I saw it. Momma and Papa doing it… having sex. How did I know? Well for one they were naked. Two they were wrapped together. Three I heard noises coming from both of them that I'd never heard from them before.
That was the one thing about my old life I forgot about. I was a virgin. I'd never even thought about it let alone look at porn. I was warned about it all my life to the point that not even curiosity would drive me to look it up. What I was seeing… was this what I would have seen if I had looked at porn? Is this what it actually looks like?
I was shaking from terror. I wanted to run away, but something was holding me there and it wouldn't let me go. Something about seeing them naked in bed like that was different. It was like I was seeing them for how they truly were, not for the all-knowing mamma and papa as I had come to know them, but as a young couple in love.
Hearing the bed shake and mamma moan was like I had wandered into a space outside of time and outside of reality. It felt like a dream, and I was being swept away into it against my will. Their bodies glistened in the low light from sweat and possibly other fluids, and the expression on their faces was one of ecstasy.
Does sex really feel that good? Does being touched by someone you love awaken something within you? As they reached climax, I was able to break away from the spell and pull myself away from the door. I then peed in the toilet feeling more tingly than I had ever felt ever, then made my way back to bed.
An hour passed. I then crawled up beside Rudy. He would absolutely touch me if I even hinted it, but am I ready for that? I better shake the thought away. I'm still too young for that… still too young to even look at momma and papa doing it. What I'm feeling… it definitely isn't arousal… it's more… like confusion. Is this how arousal starts? Like an innocent tinge. A spark inside a developing brain? A signal of something?
Am I scared? Scared of sex? I shouldn't have seen that. I shouldn't have been so curious. I shouldn't have even let my mind wander that direction. An hour passed, then two. I couldn't sleep. The scene kept playing in my mind. Is this?... is this my genetics?... is this the Greyrat genes inside me? Am I having an awakening of sorts?