Chapter 41: Mature Women Are Better Than Young Girls

"Wait for you? You've got to be kidding."

Rod smirked as he heard Emma's words, not taking them seriously at all.

With his current physique, did he really need to "conserve energy" to ride a woman like Emma? For him, it was practically as easy as taking a break. If it weren't for time constraints, he would've shown her what "going until sunrise" really meant.

Watching Emma leave, Rod felt quite pleased. Sure, breakups can be annoying, but when someone else's future wife volunteers to be your fling, it's a different kind of satisfaction.

A free lover, without any responsibility on his part.

While others are careful not to touch their new ride, he's free to push it to the limit—and the maintenance costs? The owner covers them.

No wonder people love being players. It's ridiculously enjoyable.

"That was hardly satisfying," Rod muttered to himself, waving his hand to summon Little Red Riding Hood.

"Where am I?"

Little Red Riding Hood blinked her eyes open, looking around in confusion. The unfamiliar surroundings made her panic slightly.

She glanced at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the ornate artwork, and everything else that made her feel out of place. It was as though she no longer belonged in this world.

"This is my home. From now on, it's your home too."

Rod didn't waste any words, quickly undoing the clothes that Little Red Riding Hood had just put on.

She could feel his familiar presence but was too weak to resist. It seemed like her body had already become accustomed to it all.

Powerless to fight back, she half-heartedly resisted. Head down, she sighed helplessly. After all, to her, it felt like only minutes had passed since the last time.

Oh god, what kind of beast is he? He's scarier than a werewolf!

After a busy night, Rod carried Little Red Riding Hood into the bathroom.

After helping her freshen up, he dressed her in a new, more convenient outfit. It was much easier than constantly having to undress her every time.

He dressed her up like a delicate doll, then put her away in his personal space.

As for Emma earlier, Rod hadn't even been serious. He treated it more like a light snack before a proper meal.

His physique was too strong for most people to handle, so he had to be careful with ordinary women. Otherwise, things could quickly turn into a crime scene.

Only someone like Little Red Riding Hood, whose body had been altered both inside and out by magic over the years, could fully handle him.

And yet, she remained as pristine as ever.

The only downside was that she was too small, almost like a doll each time.

In comparison, Rod still preferred the tall, curvy women of this country—the kind with a big bust, wide hips, and a slim waist.

The experience was simply better, and it felt like they came with automatic transmission, ready to go.

In this area, young girls just couldn't compare to mature women.

After putting Little Red Riding Hood away, Rod opened a portal to the fairy tale world.

He stepped through, instantly arriving in the other realm.

Time flowed differently between the fairy tale world and the real world. While it was night in the real world, it was already daytime here.

Perfect timing.

It made it easy for him to live a double life, switching between worlds.

With his current level of stamina, he could go several days without sleep and not feel tired at all.

He could live in the real world by day and explore the fairy tale world by night.

Double the life, double the fulfillment.

Rod changed into a suit of European-style noble attire.

His modern clothes were far too eye-catching in this world, so it was better to blend in.

As he walked through town, watching the bustling marketplace, Rod frowned slightly.

Suddenly, he realized he didn't have a mount.

This was the medieval era, after all. He couldn't just drive a pickup truck or a motorcycle around, could he?

Although, it wasn't entirely impossible.

But in these muddy roads, a car would probably get stuck after just a few kilometers.

Even an off-road vehicle wouldn't hold up well here.

So, the best option was a sturdy horse.

"I need to find a way to get myself a horse."

If a horse was too hard to find, maybe a centaur would do.

But in the medieval era, a horse didn't come cheap.

If he wanted to pass himself off as a knight, it would be even more complicated.

A proper knight needed not only a warhorse but also a second horse to carry a lance, sword, helmet, armor, and other supplies.

In addition, a knight would require a squire to carry their armor, and several servants, guards, and bodyguards.

In this era, not just anyone could become a knight.

Without enough wealth or a small noble estate with a few hundred serfs, one couldn't even qualify to be a knight's attendant.

This was why knights held such high status.