As you woke up, you took in your surroundings.
There was a desk with a mirror. A Tv with a few video game systems, though mostly old ones like Famicom and Super Famicom. A few bean bag chairs. A small kitchen with a number of sweets in sight.
and a large number of cute plushies all over the room. Some were generic animal plushies, others were anime plushes.
The bed you were on was super soft and had pink frilly blankets. At your side was Kurumu, who seemed a little bit bigger than before. She smiled with relief as she said, "Ara, You're awake, Anon. Thank goodness."
"What did you do, Korono?" You asked.
"I brought my destined one to school, so he can be safe under my care!" Kurumu said with a pout. "And call me Kurumu-chan! It's cute!"
"I won't, Kurumu-chan," You said before realizing what you said. "What did you do to me?"
"You're now safe with me," Kurumu answered with a smirk. "As for what I did, one of the things that I used your book to make you younger, about 16 years old. Also more willing to do what I say."
You looked down at your body and saw you were wearing the Youkai Academy school uniform. Your next action was to jump off the bed and run to the window. Outside was a courtyard, where your eyes saw that the people wandering about were from various anime and manga, all of whom were monster girls. Some were students, others were teachers, and others had various jobs.
Once you calmed down a little, you asked, "Where's my book?"
"It's safe with the headmistress and her assistants," Kurumu said as she walked over to your side. She began to rub your crotch, making you incredibly aroused. You also knew your dick was bigger, almost ready to rip your new pants. "Since Death happens far more in Eastern animation than in Western, they agreed to let you impregnate students and teachers. Everyone involved will be given extra credit."
Obviously, she or whoever was the headmistress of the school used your book to make your body more like a hentai male protagonist, where the body was built for sex, like bigger dick, more ejaculation in every which way, and such. You weren't sure if you're still able to use spells , but the idea of making all the women of Youkai Academy into your sex slaves was awfully tempting. Hell, you could even have it where the girls were doing a written math test, while you were fucking the math teacher to do some 'multiplication'.
You shook your head to try and clear your head. That was hormones talking. If you stayed, you might wind up forever stuck fornicating everyone at the school.
True, Your grandma might like being able to pick and choose which great-grandchildren to pass on her skills onto.
You shook your head again to clear it. Your mind was wandering more and more, which was dangerous, especially in this situation.
Still rubbing your dick through your pants, Kurumu said, "But I want to be your first! After all, I am your future wife!"
You felt that you were on the edge of self-control. If you didn't do something soon, then you'd wind up doing Kurumu, who looked like she really wanted it.
There was a desk with a mirror. A Tv with a few video game systems, though mostly old ones like Famicom and Super Famicom. A few bean bag chairs. A small kitchen with a number of sweets in sight.
and a large number of cute plushies all over the room. Some were generic animal plushies, others were anime plushes.
The bed you were on was super soft and had pink frilly blankets. At your side was Kurumu, who seemed a little bit bigger than before. She smiled with relief as she said, "Ara, You're awake, Anon. Thank goodness."
"What did you do, Korono?" You asked.
"I brought my destined one to school, so he can be safe under my care!" Kurumu said with a pout. "And call me Kurumu-chan! It's cute!"
"I won't, Kurumu-chan," You said before realizing what you said. "What did you do to me?"
"You're now safe with me," Kurumu answered with a smirk. "As for what I did, one of the things that I used your book to make you younger, about 16 years old. Also more willing to do what I say."
You looked down at your body and saw you were wearing the Youkai Academy school uniform. Your next action was to jump off the bed and run to the window. Outside was a courtyard, where your eyes saw that the people wandering about were from various anime and manga, all of whom were monster girls. Some were students, others were teachers, and others had various jobs.
Once you calmed down a little, you asked, "Where's my book?"
"It's safe with the headmistress and her assistants," Kurumu said as she walked over to your side. She began to rub your crotch, making you incredibly aroused. You also knew your dick was bigger, almost ready to rip your new pants. "Since Death happens far more in Eastern animation than in Western, they agreed to let you impregnate students and teachers. Everyone involved will be given extra credit."
Obviously, she or whoever was the headmistress of the school used your book to make your body more like a hentai male protagonist, where the body was built for sex, like bigger dick, more ejaculation in every which way, and such. You weren't sure if you're still able to use spells , but the idea of making all the women of Youkai Academy into your sex slaves was awfully tempting. Hell, you could even have it where the girls were doing a written math test, while you were fucking the math teacher to do some 'multiplication'.
You shook your head to try and clear your head. That was hormones talking. If you stayed, you might wind up forever stuck fornicating everyone at the school.
True, Your grandma might like being able to pick and choose which great-grandchildren to pass on her skills onto.
You shook your head again to clear it. Your mind was wandering more and more, which was dangerous, especially in this situation.
Still rubbing your dick through your pants, Kurumu said, "But I want to be your first! After all, I am your future wife!"
You felt that you were on the edge of self-control. If you didn't do something soon, then you'd wind up doing Kurumu, who looked like she really wanted it.
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