Beyond Slave and Master: Book 1 Censor Slayer

He had never been so furious as when goblins invaded US soil from the portal in Oklahoma. 

Goblin carcasses impaled on spikes littered the road like scarecrows. It was just another day in the new eternal war. Some idiot opened a portal to another world and everyone else had to deal with it. Red wasn't the only Returner grudgingly dealing with the outbreak thanks to the event the system behind the Nueroverse App orchestrated. Goblins each had a bounty on their heads 10pt a kill and with the sheer number of goblins it was practically a gold rush for returners.

There was also the fact that goblins became more intelligent and technologically advanced the more there were. Goblins could reproduce with each other, producing a single offspring, or with non-goblin races, producing twelve to twenty offspring that grow rapidly in a matter of weeks. They hit the Choctaw reserve, and it wasn't reported for weeks. The national guard was called when the goblins had advanced to working with steel, and by the time they reached gunpowder, a returner laid eyes on drone footage, and the quest was activated.

Some people talked about checking the other reserves for goblins, but the tribes refused. Most returners wanted to let the goblins cook. The more advanced ones were worth more points.

Red the Returner believed his country was in for a bad time, and Red the nationalist believed fighting an enemy on their dirt would make them all stronger.

He was squatting in an abandoned home that had been empty since the evacuation. Earlier he ate a frozen pizza and played some guy's PS5. Odds were good there wouldn't be a town by the time the area was clear for people to return.

He had just returned from a run and had enough points for a while.

Notifications made his phone buzz and he was forced to check them in case something happened.

A whole section of the eastern United States lost its internet connection by a solar flare. That was the crap the mainstream media wanted the people to believe.

People could smell a rat; they weren't dumb. As Red saw it, the government was already on borrowed time, and their latest ploy was desperate.

Tree of liberty, she was thirsty for tyrant blood. He rubbed his hands together before letting them drop to his sides. The Internet was only crucial for those who hadn't returned. In other words, the normies trying to join the party late. Since the government didn't like its citizens gaining the power to treat laws as letters to Santa, they took drastic action.

There was going to be another rush of returners soon. Maybe it would be the last one. Some returners were joining the government to cut the ladder of power behind them.

Red had come back a week ago from a fantasy world.

He had walked off into the woods and camped for a month before returning. There were quests with tons of points on the line. This fish wasn't going to bite when the hook shone so brightly.

Red was the type of guy who told himself he would come back and make things right when he was stronger.

Sweat beaded down his face from his latest workout. He was nearing a soft cap. The red pills claimed growth would continue to climb, but his growth rate slowed significantly. Maybe Red just had bad talent.

The Neuroverse App had a Gatcha for worlds. His world wasn't high-tier, so he decided to wait for the next one and focus on the skills that mattered.

Still, he managed to get a few good ones. From the beginning, Red had a plan for skills; he wasn't a scrub. He wanted movement, durability, and piercing skills, and he got them.

Mile Skipping Steps: This is a movement technique practiced in many Mid-grade sects that allows one to travel long distances in the blink of an eye.

Rank: G 25%

Energy: Chi

Sky Father's Body: Is the storage of heavenly energy in your body as natural to you as the mandate of heaven? If not, then you must have this skill. Use divine lightning to refine the body into a proper vessel to hold the very power of the cosmos.

Rank: G 5%

Energy: Heavenly Tribulation

Diabolic Thrust: The devilish sting to break the petty shields of angels and bring low gods. Rise from a being lower than an imp to greatness by spilling enemies' blood.

Rank: G 12%

Energy: Demonic

From a series of app-awarded vouchers, he found the skills that would make him a competitive returner.

While all of them were great skills, each required a different resource. He didn't have enough stamina to fuel them. So he did what any sensible guy would do: He looked for a skill to answer his problem. He would find an answer if his body wasn't tough enough to handle it.

Monster King's Harem Cultivation: Cultivate the powerful lewd mana of monster girls and ascend the ranks from a useless simp to a god. Each monster girl will grant the user unique abilities, and with each lewd act committed, you will be rewarded with lewd chi. The user can use this chi to divine and demonic power techniques. 

Rang: G 0%

Energy: Monster Girls

Red paid the system 100,000pt to create a technique that would allow him to use all three of his skills. Finally, Red had become competitive.

Unfortunately, his build wouldn't work unless he pulled up his boot straps and got busy with some monster girls. With the way the country was going, he could slip away and let the power-hungry idiots try to pry power from the politicians' cold, dead hands.

There were rumors online of a returner flipping and working for the politicians—a real prick who could make contracts backed by his Dao Law. Red had only dipped his toes in cultivation besides a few hundred novels he's read.

Returners who had podcasts staunchly against the political class suddenly kissed the rear ends of politicians. That dog won't hunt. 

By the way it sounds, a lawyer became a returner and dove headfirst into cultivation. Like a Chomo groomer, if he got someone early enough, he could ruin them for life.

He heard this song and dance before they started with contracts to make everything fair. Then, returners became the government's slaves. Powers are regulated, and returners can no longer enter other worlds.

Trade is conducted, and America spreads its imperial progressive ideas to poison entire worlds. Red didn't want any part of that. So he was going to bounce for a month and return to see how things were going.

That is, if his World Gatcha offered a world with monster girls.

Fifty thousand points vanished from his account as five optional worlds appeared.

Hungry Waifu World: A world where beautiful women cultivate by consuming their enemies, either by draining their sexual fluids or devouring them whole. Men are nothing more than nourishment and every woman wields pheromones designed to retard the thoughts of men. You will be placed in a noble family as a male destined to be devoured by one of your sisters, your loving centaur coach, or sent to a powerful naga as a sacrifice.

Rank: C

Red banked it. Skills could be purchased to increase his odds of survival, like Hentai Field, a defensive skill that grants defensive barriers based on the number of tags triggered within a specific period. 

C-rank danger worlds poured the best quests on users. If he prepared himself just right, he could go and clean the house. For his fellow man, going to that world when he was stronger and destroying it, felt right.

But there were other worlds to see.

Lecherous Hell: A world ruled by an evil goddess that has bound the world with a system. By entering the world, the user will gain attributes that can level them for permanent physical, mental, and spiritual increases. Everything wants to devour or use each other, and monster lords rule regions that stretch longer than an entire Earth continent. Once the user enters this world, the goddess will become aware of you within 3 days.

Rank A

Red completely ignored that world and went on to the next one. He could only bank 10 worlds and already had two saved, Soul Lance, his first fantasy world, and Hungry Waifu World. An A-rank difficulty world promised even better advantages at extremely high risks. He would have to be careful.

Manmade System: A world where a brilliant, magical researcher created a system to streamline the mystical rituals of the world. Little is known about this world except that it has an academy for mages, and rituals strip the fallen of power to empower the winners.

Rank: E

Miniature Hunter: A world where giants kidnap people and present them with systems before sending them to foreign worlds and dimensions to find miniatures for their collections.

Rank: B

Who in their right mind would want to deal with giant miniature collectors? Warhammer was expensive, but to kidnap people for your miniatures was ridiculous.

Echidna: A world of monster girls of all shapes and sizes living in harmony with humanity until the dreaded censors attack. With their powers of order, they bring pixilated curses to block the view of genitalia before erasing them altogether. Will you join the fight to save this lewd world?

Rank: B

With the live in harmony bit, there was no contest. It was his best option if he could go to a world where the monster girls were already open to forming a relationship with him. It was so perfect that it must have been selected for him. The returner wasn't worried about danger. If the worst happened, he would dig a hole and hide until everything blew over.

…

He checked his camping supplies and reviewed the description in more detail. This wasn't a classic drop-in; he had options. While his account might have less than 20,000 points after his latest purchases, he could make some adjustments.

First, he purchased an identity, and most importantly, he was arriving on the day the monster girl selection began. In this world, monster girls could be kept in cards. That was cool. Starting out, he could have a deck of girls, 40 strong.

He was ready to drop in after he slightly adjusted the world. He stepped through the portal and sat on a bed in an unfamiliar room.

Posters of monster girls littered his room, and there were an uncomfortable number of crusty socks on the floor. He picked up a tablet and saw a news report.

A terrorist attack on a tournament in Parthenon Spire City. Futanari monster girls were missing their members. Deeper in the article, he read that there were 200 dead. The censor's minions were metallic creatures that could shift their limbs into dangerous weapons. It was advised to keep all monster girls in their cards when in the presence of those creatures and retreat.

Red felt a vein in his head throb at the sight of the distraught monster girls in the photos. Horrible scars covered their once pristine bodies, and they looked terrified. A part of him that had nothing to do with his desire for power wanted to hug them.

What kind of monster would chop off a futanari's dick. It was monstrous.

He felt his phone buzz with a notification.

Echidna Quest #1

Tame your first monster girl.

5 Girl Cards

Monster Girl Outfit Voucher x 1

500pt

"Yeah, I want to know more."

The door swung open, and a brunette in her early thirties sighed before seeing what he was reading.

"I know how you feel, sweety, but today is the day you get your first monster girl. You need to hurry to Yig's ranch and get a good one. I hear a few inherited the instant estrus when aroused trait."

"Are they rabbit girls?" I asked.

"Don't be silly. If you want a rabbit girl, you can catch one in a burrow. Just try not to get caught by one, or you'll never leave. You did inherit a leadership trait from your father after all."

Echidna Quest #2

Find Your Father

Reward

20,000pt

20 Black Girl Cards

5 Gold Girl Cards

1 Prismatic Girl Card

Angel Girl Egg x 1

"Do you have a picture of him before I leave for my adventure?"

"I'm afraid not, dear, when he left, you were all he left behind."

Well that sucked but by the rewards he had to be someone important.

"What should I expect from the ranch?"

"Well, you know, three kinds of girls are being offered. Rooster Girls, while not rare, have the advantage of their massive personalities and can help tame other monster girls. Monotuar girls have the biggest boobs and can evolve into even thicker monster girls. But if I were you, I would go for the centaur girl. They are tsundere through and through, rough at first, but if you manage to break them, then they're loyal for life."

"I'm not dumb, I've been training my whole life for this obviously, but for a final time, how do you tame a monster girl?"

She rolled her eyes. "You have sex with them, how else are you going to complete the tantric bond and make them yours?"

"So, in danger of being suspicious, what kind of monster girls do you prefer, fully female or futanari?"

She giggled. "I can't believe you waited until you were a man to learn mommy's taste. Well, sweety, I have a team of four that I'm closest with. Three are futanari, and one is a delicious scilla girl, and your favorite babysitter, Margaret. You used to love it when she rocked you in her tentacles. Are you planning on getting one of your own? Should I ask sweet Margaret to contact her family at Deep Academy in Siren's Pearl? I know her sisters had many children, and a few inherited some interesting traits. But a few are predatory, and you need a special certificate to keep one on your team if they aren't a non-predatory monster girl who evolved into a predator type."

The returner was learning more than he ever bargained for. This world was so much more than Red imagined. His skill Monster King's Harem Cultivation was going to see a meteoric rise, he could feel it in his balls.

Red left and saw a mouse girl staring at him with a lecherous look in her black eyes. Then a shadow swooped down, and he looked up to see a harpy girl on top of the mouse girl, happily making forceful love with her. She waved her wing at him while her hips thrust forward into the poor brown furred girl with the big ears. She pulled out with a pop before cumming over the girl's back. Then she dragged the girl into a hole in a massive tree, and the screams of pleasure turned into shrieks of agony.

His face turned white as a ghost from the sounds. This was not a kind, safe world. Even without the censors attacking monster girls, the monster girls lived in a predator-prey ecosystem.

Humans weren't even at the top. People lived as equals with the monster girls. That meant under the right circumstances, people were food.

Red was tempted to use his mile skipping step, but didn't want to spend his stamina. Even without the precise energy for skills, his stamina could be used to fuel them. It was just inefficient and tired him out quickly. This wasn't just a new life in a new world; he needed to have sex with a monster girl to gain power.

It didn't take him long with his enhanced physique to make it to Yig's monster girl ranch. Bales of hay littered the pasture along with the smell of cow droppings. It didn't bother him after living in the Midwest near farms for as long as he had. He watched a big blonde minotaur with big brass nipple rings fist mouthfuls of hay into her mouth while younger minotaur girls watched in wonder.

Red felt someone bump into him and fall over. "Hey, watch it. Do you know who you're dealing with? I Rock will be the next Monster Girl Harem King. I'm practically royalty." A shaggy teen said.

He glanced at the kid before turning his attention back to the massive, jiggling breasts of the black and white coated monster girl.

"The Elysidra region has a supreme commander," Red said.

Rock completely ignored him. "I hear she has the best milk. I'm going to get one of her daughters, and together we'll conquer the top ten of the region's major league leaderboard and then become marshals." Red nodded as the kid spoke.

Marshals protected the region; 50 were active at any given time. They could deputize and even conscript people into service. An Elysidran Marshal was a powerful position.

All he wanted was to increase his power to improve his skills. Then again, that was to make his build viable. Red lost his sword just before he returned to earth, so even with power without a proper weapon, he still wouldn't be feasible.

"What type is the minotaur girl?" Red asked.

"Did you hit your head or something. They are a neutral type. But don't let that fool you; they have many branching paths. Unlike the rooster girl. All she can be is a bigger bird." Rock said.

"What does that mean?" Red asked.

"They can learn a few fire techniques for combat because they have latent phoenix blood. They are okay if you need help keeping your girls satisfied. That won't be a problem for me, let me tell you. That minotaur girl won't know what hit her."

"Do you know anything about centaurs?" Red asked.

Rock sneered. "If you let them rule you, they'll futanarize when they evolve and bend you over to take it. Hey if you're into that a futanari centaur girl can be sweet to their tamers but even if you card them your butt will never be the same. If you can handle their ego and pride, they are sweet as marshmallows if you can get over the fact you'll never fill them. As for battle, they are solid, especially for the Little League. Most people will have bunny or harpy girls who haven't ranked up yet. A centaur will easily run them down, especially if you get her a lance or bow. Killing is allowed after all."

That was something Red didn't know. This was like a Nuzlock.

"Thank you for the information," Red said as he walked toward the entrance. He spotted a few signs, there was a long line for the minotaurs and Rooster girls. As for the centaur, the line was short, so he moved to it.

"Good luck friend I hope you don't get it up the butt." Red flipped Rock off, who laughed.

"Let's hope they don't run out of minotaurs, then you'll have to join me." The only other guy in line stepped forward when the door opened, and a man with a nametag waved them in.

"You boys are in luck. We have a good herd of fine ladies this year, and each of them is eager to meet their fated partner. Now be kind but assertive, or they'll walk all over you. Don't want any of you to be buggered in the rear unless you're into that in which case tell her to step on you and they'll grow a right big pecker and split you in twain."

Red blinked at the guy. "Is that the speech you give everyone?"

"This is my first time, mate. I'll get it down by next year. Maybe I'll hear about your experiences and tailor it." Red flipped him off. "Good don't be a submissive and you'll do fine."

"Thanks, Jake, I'll remember not to be a submissive."

They stepped into the pasture where a group of centaurs were talking with each other while a fine, sturdy lady in plate armor lifted her visor and nodded to them. She was easily twice the size of a normal centaur with the sturdiest back legs he'd ever seen.

"Miss, do you work out?"

"I'm afraid I'm not a miss anymore, I'm happily married. You're here to select one of my daughters. I assure you, they are all fully capable of becoming like me."

"Mommy, please step on me, I'm yours." The guy in front of Red said.

Red shook his head and smiled at three approaching centaurs. One was a blonde with long braids framing her face and a chest full of personality. She wore a long school girl skirt over lower half and a large heart shaped ribbon covered her boob window. The other two were ok.

She spat at him and leered down. "Are you the onehole I will stretch when I evolve?" She licked her lips.

Red used his Mile Skipping Step to appear at her side, lifted her skirt, slapped her white coat rear, and felt up her cheek. When she decided to treat him as something lesser, he reciprocated. After all, he was the one picking them, and they were not top-of-the-shelf merchandise by their popularity. It took a special kind of man to let one of those beauties walk all over him and then have them mount him like a broodmare.

He wasn't taking that. His hole was exit only, sacred as the Constitution, the day after it was signed.

So he was going to be objective and make them work for it.

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