Standing proudly atop a mighty hill was the Castle of Starlight. It was beautiful structure, with towers reaching high to the heavens and its walls bathed in the beautiful sun.
Beyond the outer walls of the castle, however, lay a different story.
There was a formidable defense created by Guinevere herself. She had made a vast wall of earth that rose up like a circular mountain, sharp and jagged. Beyond the earth was a barrier of fire that she had added, then a sinking sea churning violently beneath.
For seventeen years, these defenses had stood. Guinevere created it to protect her son, Aeric from the dangers beyond the castle. The people of the other Regions and some even in her own Region still spoke wrongly of him.
Abomination... was the name they gave him.
Mother Guinevere had given strict orders long ago: her son, Aeric, was to be treated as royalty.
Anyone who was heard calling him "Abomination" or speaking vile, blasphemous things about him would be burnt to the stake!
They were her people, and he was her son. So they were his people to. He was not an abomination, but their prince, the son of Eros, deserving of their loyalty and protection.
Mother Guinevere had also commanded her daughters, Misty and Rosette, to treat Aeric as their brother, but that task had not always been easy for them.
While they loved their mother dearly, they often found her doting over Aeric excessive, and it sometimes sparked jealousy. Yet none dared question her, for Guinevere's love for Aeric was as unbreakable as the barriers she had built to keep him safe.
After these barriers of elements, the town was bustling. Commoners went about their daily activities, there was laughter and conversations, and there was also the clatter of market stalls and the hum of horses' hooves on cobblestone streets.
Farmers tended to their fields, merchants called out their wares, and children played by the edge of the Calamentine River that was the Region's main source of drinking water.
Everything seemed touched by the light of the day, and there was a sense of anticipation in the air, as if even the wind itself knew something important was about to happen.
It was the eighteenth birthday of Son Aeric!
Inside the castle, in his large chambers, Aeric of Starlight sat alone.
It was a rich chamber, richly adorned, befitting his new royal status. There were silken drapes of deep red and black hanging from the walls, and golden chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling.
The grand four-poster bed he sat on was draped in velvet, and his reflection shimmered faintly in the large mirror across the room.
He sat on the edge of his bed, one hand resting thoughtfully on his knee, the other tracing absent circles on the fabric of his trousers. His gaze was distant as he thought of many things, especially how he came to be in this world.
He had died... he had reincarnated.
Somehow, eighteen years had already past by, and although he had the memories of what had happened in those eighteen years, he could barely remember living it.
Aeric was strikingly handsome now. And not just handsomely in a way that grandmothers complimented any young man, but extremely, breathtakingly handsome.
His old self would have been jealous of him, because he was nothing like the boy he had once been.
He was taller now, with a lean frame that was regal. His hair was dark, glossy and it resembled obsidian, sleeked back in elegant waves that fell a little below his neck, while shorter strands in the front framed his sharp, chiseled face.
Just like his mother and sisters, his eyes were crimson, his jawline was sculpted from marble, his brows were full and sharp, and his skin was smooth and pristine, without a single blemish to mar his perfect features.
Aeric was wearing an outfit befitting a prince—an expensive black shirt with gold buttons, tucked into matching trousers. Draped over his shoulders was a ceremonial red sash, fastened with golden locks that hung elegantly beneath. Over this, he wore a black and gold cape, the fine fabric trailing down his back like a mantle of authority.
And then on his chest was the golden insignia of the Starlight Region. It was an elegant star, and an eagle standing above it.
'Eighteen years,' Aeric thought, his brow furrowing as he stared down at his hands. 'Has it really been eighteen years since I died? Since I left Dagwood Ackley behind?'
'Couldn't this just be a really long dream? I've tried pinching myself so many times but I still wake up on this bed every morning.'
He looked around his room. 'But... why does it feel like this is the first time that I'm actually experiencing this my new life? Why do I feel truly conscious now?'
His mind drifted back to that fateful night. Sitting at his desk, staring at his computer screen, lotion on the table, tissue paper as well.
Dagwood Ackley: Chronic masturbator, most likely an incel, ugly, a step away from being called a fatso, no purpose, no goals.
The boy felt foreign now, as though he could not really believe that he had being so vain and stupid. But at the same time, it still felt like yesterday.
Because that's how he remembered it — as though it was yesterday.
He remembered pressing enter on his keyboard, the game launching, and then… that woman's voice.
"This is not a game anymore."
Was this what she meant? The Daughters of Eros wasn't a game but a new life?!
Aeric had read countless mangas, watched countless animes and read few webnovels. Transmigration and reincarnation into games and fictional worlds wasn't a foreign concept to him.
And although he never expected it to happen to him, he still had to ask, when does the game start?!
What exactly was he supposed to do in this game world?
All he knew was that he was no longer Dagwood Ackley. He was Aeric of Starlight, the first and only son of Eros, third heir to the Starlight Region, a prince revered and hated in almost equal measure.
Aeric wasn't sure if his father even missed him back in the real world. He died of a heart attack yes, but once his father saw that he had stolen that game, he certainly would be angry, right?
Even worse, he had not deleted his browsing history. The entire Ackley family must have already found out about his love for big titty hentai moms, and deep throating blowjobs, and... ugh!
Aeric squeezed his eyes. That was his old life! He had to concentrate on his new. This game promised him fulfillment and he was going to take it.
Here, unlike in the real world, his mother loved him fiercely, without question. She valued him more than anyone, more than his sisters even, and he knew that her protective nature was not just out of love, but out of fear—fear of what the other Regions would do to him if they ever got their hands on him.
He heard his door open and turned around to see a royal knight stepping into his chambers. He bowed respectfully before speaking.
"Your Highness," the knight said. "Your presence is requested in the courtroom. It is time for your Coming of Age ritual."
Aeric stared at the knight for a moment. 'That's right. This Coming of Age ritual, I wonder what it could be. Misty and Rosette said they both did theirs but this will be the first time a Son is getting one. I wonder what it's all about and why it's so important.'
He nodded at the knight and rose from the bed, adjusting the folds of his cape as it settled across his shoulders. Then he followed the knight down the long corridors of the castle.
They walked further for a while, passing the other knights who stood at attention on the sides of the corridor. Then, they both arrived in front of the courtroom's large, baronial door.
The two knights standing by the door pushed it open together and a loud croaking sound echoed, causing a hush to fall over the courtroom.
Jontel, the royal courier, took several steps forward and with a booming voice, announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen of the royal court, I present to you, Son Aeric of Starlight, First Son of Eros!"
All eyes turned to the door and to Aeric as he strode into the courtroom.
It was a majestic place. There were tall marble columns stretching high above, supporting a floridly carved ceiling. Chandeliers were on this ceiling and they poured golden rays in the entire room.
A long, crimson carpet ran from the entrance doors straight to the royal thrones, where Mother Guinevere sat in her regal attire, with her two daughters Misty and Rosette seated at her sides.
Aeric walked calmly, almost sauntering. His tall, handsome figure drew gasps from the onlookers, particularly from the women and girls gathered in the hall.
His eyes met theirs on occasion, and their smiles widened, several blushed, all at the sight of him—this dark-haired prince, cloaked in royal black and gold.
Some of the girls whispered excitedly to one another as he walked past, a few looked at him with expressionless faces but colorful thoughts, others were hardened, some had hidden disdain.
Whispers and murmurs reigned.
As Aeric got closer to the throne, he noticed Misty and Rosette giving him the usual cold glances. Misty was usually subtle with hers, but Rosette never cared to hide her disdain. She rolled her eyes, tapping her fingers impatiently at the armrest of her chair as she waited for him to come sit so this can be over already.
Mother Guinevere however, had a smile on her face that was warm and inviting, and her eyes gleamed with pride.
When Aeric arrived, she embraced him warmly, and for a moment, he suddenly realized her soft and plushy her large breasts were. Aeric's eyes widened and he cleared his throat, trying to lessen the awkwardness.
"Come, my son," Mother Guinevere said with a gentle voice. "Take your place at my side."
She gestured to the throne to her right, currently occupied by Rosette. "Rosette, darling, shift to the other seat," she ordered.
"What?" Daughter Rosette shot her mother a sharp look. "But Mother, this is my—"
"Today is not about you, Rosette," Guinevere interrupted with a tone that brook no argument. "It's about your brother. So take the next seat, now."
Rosette glared at Aeric, who gave her an innocent smile that only annoyed her more. With a huff of annoyance, she rose from her seat and begrudgingly moved to the other throne.
Aeric nodded gratefully and sat on the empty chair. He had learned to navigate the delicate tensions with his sisters over the years, especially with Rosette. All he had to do was speak little and act as though their contempt for him barely affected him.
That seemed to only make them hate him more at times.
Mother Guinevere raised her hand, silencing the murmurs, then motioned to Jontel to proceed.
"As is tradition on the eighteenth birthday of a Child of Eros," the courier began, "a Coming of Age celebration of is held. Aeric of Starlight, Son of Eros, must choose now one of these beautiful ladies to bed this night, as a mark of your transition into adulthood."
Aeric's eyes widened. 'What?'
No sooner had Jontel finished proclaiming that than the main event began. In a moment that felt all to sudden for the prince, a procession of beautiful young women entered the courtroom.
They arranged themselves in a manner that made all of them accessible to his eyes, wearing gowns of deep purple, blue, and gold, that were tight fitted to their voluptuous body or merely even covered it.
Large bouncy breasts, slim waists, flat bellies, puffy bellies, wide hips, thin hips, thick thighs, plum asses, tall legs, short legs, smooth skin, more and more and more.
Their faces were glowing and sultry, like they were begging for him to chose them. Some had sparkling jewels in their hair, others delicate flowers, but they all seemed to be sure in their craft. They all promised the best sexual experience to the prince if he decided to choose them.
It was clear in their seductive, depraved eyes, gleaming with undeniable lust for their God's Son's cock as they looked toward him, casting flirtatious glances his way, with smiles as delicate as their beauty.
Aeric blinked in surprise. 'Uh... are they serious?'
His crimson eyes scanned the lineup of women before him, then looked at his mother. Guinevere smiled at him, "Go ahead, son. This is your choice to make."
'My choice?' Aeric frowned. 'This is... crazy. I get too choose any of these... women? So this is what the Coming of Age ritual is? It's just a celebration of me losing my virginity? This means that for the Daughters, they had to pick from a group of men. That's just... ew.'
He looked at the women once again. 'Gosh, they're all so... sexy.'
With their soft smiles and eager expressions, the women seemed to wait with bated breath for his decision. Aeric's heart raced, seemingly out of excitement, but also because he found it difficult to choose.
He was certain that any of these women here would give the best night of both of his lives, so he could just pick anyone and it would be significantly better than jacking off himself.
But his eyes caught the emerald-green eyes of one of the women. She seemed slightly older than the others, with long her that fell down her shoulders, and a tight fitted silver and green grown that squeezed the heavy breasts she had right out of the cleavage, barely even covering the nipple.
She smiled seductively at Aeric, slightly blowing him a kiss and the Son could feel his cock harden a bit.
'Yep. That's who I want.'
He was about to stretch forth his hand and point to her when a sudden murmur in the crowd interrupted him.
The court began to stir. Heads turned, whispers grew louder, and a tension that seemed to have showed up for nowhere filled the walls.
Mother Quinevere's face hardened. "What is this disturbance?" she demanded, cutting through the silence.
A knight hurried to her side, bowing low. "My queen, there is… a Messenger. Inside the castle."
"A Messenger?" Mother Guinevere's face turned pale, but she quickly regained herself and ordered the knights to take Son Aeric inside and guard him at all costs.
"There is no need for all of that, Mother Guinevere."
At the far end of the hall, the figure of a Messenger appeared, cloaked in shimmering robes that caught the golden lights in unnatural ways. "I'm not here for your son. I only bring a decree from Eros himself."
The crowd gasped, and Guinevere stood up instantly, stretching forth her hand as flames licked on the skin of her palm, she was ready to blast it if provoked. "A decree?"
The Messenger's eyes widened with caution. "Indeed. If you will just lay down your sword and tell your knights to do the same, I will go ahead."
Guinevere hesitated. But Aeric held her by the hand and she looked down at him. Once she met his face, her heart softened and he nodded at her assuringly. Guinevere took down her hand and gestured at her knights to do the same.
"You may go ahead," she said.
Satisfied, the Messenger unfurled a scroll that was glowing faintly with a magical energy, and he began to read:
"By the will of the God Eros, ruler of Erothyria and Father of all, it is hereby declared that in light of the birth of Aeric of Starlight, born of Mother Guinevere, the boy shall be recognized among the Children of Eros. Though his existence defies the natural order, Eros sees fit to make an exception to the rule, for in such deviations, balance may be found.
"Aeric of Starlight is to be treated with respect and dignity, as a true Son of Eros. He shall not be cast out, insulted, or disgraced, for he bears the bloodline of the divine. And in this, the barriers erected by Mother Guinevere must be lowered. Erothyria shall be united once more, free from the divisions of fear and protection."
Aeric's eyes narrowed with disbelief as murmurs spread in the courtroom. 'Wait. Does this mean that I've been accepted by Eros himself?!'
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