A Noble Scum With Lust System

My eyes widened in bewilderment. I did not know where I was, or why. I couldn't remember anything. 

I tried very hard to remember but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't remember anything. 

I was shocked. I felt a child down my spine. 

I looked around for a clue that would give me clue of what the fuck is going on me and what in god's name happened to me. but I only found four walls, made of reddish bricks, with recurring wooden beams.

I was fully puzzled by this, since my house had all its walls putty up and painted white and blue.

I truly couldn't understand what was happening.

I sighed deeply, the weight of resignation settling over me like a heavy shroud. My hand instinctively rose to my face, seeking solace in the familiar gesture, but as my fingers touched skin, a shock of realization jolted through me. This hand wasn't mine; it was too small, too fragile. Puzzlement etched across my features, I attempted to move my hands, and before me danced these tiny, delicate appendages.

Fingers trembling, I brought them closer to my face, the sensation unmistakable. A small, plump face met my touch, sending shivers down my spine. 'It's not possible,' I muttered, my voice barely a whisper in the surreal atmosphere that enveloped me. 'It can't be true.'

'What the fuck is that?'

A surge of disbelief and confusion flooded my senses, and expletives escaped my lips in a breathless cadence. 'What the heck is this? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming. This can't be real.'

My eyes widened, capturing a kaleidoscope of emotions—disbelief, fear, and, oddly, a hint of excitement. Questions reverberated through my mind like a relentless echo. 'But how can this be a dream? It feels too vivid, too tangible. And I can feel pain, This can't be a dream.'

Desperation clawed at my thoughts. "I couldn't have a dream like this, right?" The air hung heavy with uncertainty as I grappled with the inconceivable reality unfolding before me.Did this really happen to me? 

The improbability of the situation surged through my mind, reminiscent of fantastical tales and outlandish stories. 

A kaleidoscope of possibilities danced in my thoughts, each one more bizarre than the last, as I sought the elusive answer that would confirm or deny the nature of this surreal experience.In the labyrinth of my mind, I questioned, probed, and doubted. 

The need for validation consumed me, pushing the boundaries of reason. And as the maelstrom of uncertainty reached its crescendo, a singular realization dawned, a truth so profound it resonated through every fiber of my being.

In the end, the only answer I got was… 

 'I have reincarnated!' The words hung in my mind, a profound declaration that echoed in the depths of my newfound existence, forever altering the course of my understanding.

I looked around myself, this time with more attention to detail. The room was very small, about 2 square meters, at the moment I was lying in a big wooden crib. Next to it was a small bed, which made me wonder if it could hold more than one person. The floor was made of wood and a wide candle lit the room from one corner.

As I grappled with the surreal reality unfolding around me, none of the details provided a clue about my whereabouts. A profound sense of disorientation urged me to seek answers within the recesses of my own memories. I decided to delve into the depths of recollection, hoping to unearth some semblance of understanding.

However, a frustrating veil seemed to shroud my past, obscuring the circumstances that led to this bewildering moment.

Try as I might, the details eluded me. The memories refused to surface, like whispers lost in the wind. Most perplexing was the absence of any recollection of my own demise. How could one not remember the end, the final chapter that usually marks the transition from life to whatever comes next?

My thoughts then circled back to the life I once knew. At 29, I was a self-proclaimed shut-in, immersed in the world of Aerospace Engineering. It wasn't a passion I'd discovered on my own; rather, it was a career path thrust upon me by well-meaning parents.

The 9 to 5 grind paid well, affording me the luxury to indulge in my true interests—games, anime, movies, and a myriad of other pursuits that added colour to my otherwise monotonous existence, especially sex. I loved the feeling of sex. Few friends that I had would usually call me a nymphomaniac. 

The engineering realm was a facade, a mask I wore to please those around me. It was a life void of personal aspirations, a mere extension of societal expectations. My days were a predictable routine, the occasional excitement drawn from sexual adventures and cinematic escapes. Yet, even within the constraints of my prescribed path, there existed a peculiar comfort.

As I reflected on this seemingly unremarkable life, a disconcerting realization dawned. The very essence of who I was, my choices, and the trajectory of my existence felt like a tapestry woven by external forces. Questions lingered like echoes in a vast cavern. Had I ever truly lived for myself, or was I merely a pawn in a game orchestrated by others?

The enigma deepened, and the layers of my past remained elusive. In this disconcerting state of introspection, one thing became abundantly clear—I stood at the intersection of an inexplicable afterlife, and the forgotten chapters of my existence were the key to unlocking the mysteries that surrounded me.

After about 15 minutes of boredom staring at the ceiling, I heard the wooden door to the room gently open.

The visitor had me completely shocked beyond belief. She was a young woman of about 17 or 18 years old. there was goddess-like beauty, long red hair, pink lips, green eyes, d cup breasts, and a very slender and voluptuous hourglass figure. She walked towards me and sat near me. and beautiful green eyes that looked at me with love.

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She was beauty that can't be dined in fact 

She is an extremely beautiful woman, a beauty that could even be compared to most beautiful models and actresses of my old world. 

The woman took me in her arms, spoke to me in a language I could not understand neither I was able to recognize the language and with a smile pulled her tit out, placing it a few inches from my mouth.

3rd Pov

"Son? Are you awake? Are you hungry? Do you need Mama's milk?"

"Ahaahahahahahaaah!!"

"My sweetie pie what happened??! Are you feeling hungry, my son? Wait a minute."

The young mother positioned his son toward her Bo*bs and Max started sucking her Nipples. 

I felt my breathing quicken and with my hands trembling a little, I grabbed her beautiful breast and put it in my mouth eagerly. to which the woman acted a bit surprised.

I had no intention of feeding on the woman's tits. I just wanted to have those beautiful pink tits in my mouth. Trying to grip her tit hard, I played with her pink nipple as I fiercely caressed the contours of her breast.

"Mmmm"

All the simulation made her moan, "Ah! Son not like that, it seems you are even better than your dad but how?".

It only took seconds for the woman to let out a sustained moan. I raised my head to see how the woman's face was red, which contrasted with the color of her hair. her eyes were a little glassy as they looked at me.

I watched this, as I felt something ignite inside of me. With renewed passion, I began to suck and lick her pink nipples, giving a few bites here and there because of the woman's already erect nipple.

A minute later I felt how the woman shook briefly before a large stream of milk filled my mouth. I watched as the milk flowed from both of the woman's nipples with an ecstatic expression.

My heart beat with joy when I felt that I had made a great achievement.

[+1 Sex Point]