Willow was weak, very weak, and he knew that. If it weren’t for his sister’s protection, he would have most likely been raped in a ditch by now. This was a rather primitive world where they focused more on advancements in war and personal power rather than science. Was science even a thing here?

Willow moaned as the brief cold wind washed over his nude body. “Why on earth did I have to transmigrate into this boy’s body? If I had a choice, I’d pick the sister over him any fucking day.”

He had a genuine appreciation for Elm both as the protagonist and the younger sister of the Maiden. She was cheerful, tough and was rather boyish - lusting for adventure and conquest but he knew that it was just her emblem kicking in as well. He was raring to see the look on the village chief’s face tomorrow when he realized what a rare gem had been brought up in his town. Willow remembered the great shift in personality that would occur in Elm after the [Awakening] ritual tomorrow but knew that it would be a necessary change if she was to truly embrace her great role in this world.

He however, would be making a few minor tweaks to ensure that his future would be changed, and damned the consequences so long as it meant he wasn’t forced to be a bride of someone. Willow knew it was selfish of him to do such a thing, but once they realized it was either that or he gets raped, and raped, and raped, they’d understand.

He had already prepared his great escape and leisurely life as a rich, wealthy man somewhere far away from the prophesied war between the heroes and the Demon God. This world was dangerous but that was only if you didn’t know where the treasures of this world were hidden. And as the gamer who had completed and found every route of the game, he was confident in his ability to amass enough power to live a laid-back life.

But of course, that plan entirely relied on the future he knew of, so the plan was still rather unreliable but it was the best he could think of.

He slid down into the water and blew bubbles before jumping out with a sudden splash. The sound echoed from how quiet his surroundings were.

“I’m sorry to the world but it won’t go the way you plan it to be.” Willow stared at the sky as he made the announcement. He would have looked cool. . . if the wind didn’t blow at that exact moment.

“Ah shit, it’s cold.” Willow turned to look at his clothes that were hung from a rope between two trees near the river-bank, hopping towards them as he felt his nipples stiffen from the sudden chilly breeze.

He dried himself off and changed into his clothes; consisting of a white tunic and brown, cotton pants that miraculously hid his shapely behind, before he felt like someone was watching him.

He turned his head around, trying to search for whoever was watching, but that was unneeded as a vile, green she-goblin with flaming red hair appeared from the bushes. It stood at the same height as a human child but it’s dwarf-like body appeared riddled with scars and muscles that made it seem more imposing than it should be.

One look at thetenting loins of the she-goblin and Willow knew what it had come for. The damn monster really looked even uglier now that he was seeing it in real life.

He took a look at his right hand and just as he thought, it was starting to become even more visible. Willow cursed his bad luck before he steeled his mind as he knew that he was going to have to fight. He quickly picked up a sharp rock from the shores of the river before pointing it at the she-goblin.

“I’ve managed with my virginity intact for 15 years. Today’s not gonna be the day, damnit.” Willow muttered under his breath. The she-goblin didn’t appear to understand him as it began to snarl, a horrible stench appearing from its mouth.

It starts to circle him as he reciprocates the action. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he sensed it’s disgusting gaze lie upon his backside. He immediately covered his ass with his unoccupied hand as he tried to menacingly glare at the she-goblin.

It snickered at his attempt to look threatening, appearing to be turned on from seeing such a delicious morsel in front of it. As it looked like it was about to make a move soon, Willow really started to hate the fact that he hadn’t been able to gain ‘skills’ as easily as it’d been portrayed in most fantasy games or anime.

Usually, you’d just do an action, repeat it several times and you’d obtain/create a skill right? It wasn’t that way in this world where your power system was decided by your race and therefore, racial patron deity. He hadn’t been able to use any of his emblem skills since he hadn’t awakened it yet (duh) but even if he did, he knew that Willow’s emblem was more support than damage oriented.

Willow’s thoughts were short-lived as he was forced to dodge to the side, escaping a lunge from the she-goblin. He fell on his butt and it started to hurt from the impact he had with the pebble-encrusted floor.

“Didn’t your mother teach you how to treat a lady?” Willow said, wincing from the pain before he grabbed a number of pebbles and started throwing it at the she-goblin. “Fuck, did I just call myself a lady?”

The she-goblin sent out a snarl, annoyed from the useless resistance from its prey before catching one of the pebbles Willow had thrown at it in mid-air as it slowly crushed the pebble to fine grains, all the while maintaining eye contact with Willow.

“Shit.” Willow stopped throwing the pebbles as fear finally struck into the depths of his heart. He saw that what he’d done had angered the she-goblin, but since goblins and their variants only ever felt horny, the anger had flowed into its need to breed.

Willow had an eye’s worth of cock as he felt like he wanted to puke. Right in front of his eyes, the she-goblin’s barbed cock rose past it’s cloth confines as it rubbed the many wart-like bumps on it’s cock as pre-cum started to spew from the slit in it’s cock. The salty, cold scent of the river was beginning to give way to the abhorrent smell of the she-goblin’s unwashed cock, dominating Willow’s sense of smell. Now, he really, really had to stop himself from puking.

He starts to shake as the she-goblin approaches before his fingers twitch, remembering that he still had a sharp rock in his hands as he pointed it at the she-goblin. “S-Stay away! I’ve got a rock and I’m not afraid to use it!”

He tried to stand up and run away but couldn’t feel his legs. Willow saw the she-goblin sniff the air and smelt his fear as it began to smile like a disgusting Cheshire cat and the veins on it’s barbed cock began to really beat. It shrieked loudly before it lunged at him, it’s barbed cock and tits swinging around in mid-air as Willow simply closed his eyes and cursed the gods for imposing the boy’s constitution onto him.

But then, he felt the wind shift and heard death, feeling something warm splat across his face.

“Are you okay, brother?” A feminine voice sounded.