Cultivating Anthro CEO RPG Hero Harem Reincarnation In Another World

It was almost sundown when the party was all finished with their shopping, so a decision was made to stay at an inn for the night, and not begin their adventure until morning.

'Not exactly a Ritz Carlton,' Akira thought as they stepped inside.

In the meantime, while Vash charged himself with checking them in, she sat on a sofa chair in the quaint but cozy foyer, with Ai curled up in a ball in her lap, snoozing like a kitten. Glancing down at Ai's head, nestled cutely in her lap, she couldn't resist the urge to give it a slight pat.

The ears twitched. Ai gave a small whine.

Akira was in awe—'how can something so precious exist in this world?'

She proceeded to scratch, timidly at first, starting at the base of the ears and slowly working her way down the back of Ai's head; to her neck and shoulders; along the slender course of her back, culminating in her cute round buttocks.

Ai's broken tail gave a jerk—seemingly to adjust itself—before then becoming a sentient winter scarf, gently furling and unfurling, caressing Akira's neck and face.

To Akira's uninitiated mind, it was an invitation. A lure, for her to further indulge.

She honed her sights on one of the visible strong straps showing from the tight black skirt Ai wore--marvelling at the way the tender flesh around it became mounded: a delectable sample of the plush, pliable substance she'd come to label as "womanly meat," present even on the youngish hips of a petite girl like Ai.

Driven purely by a spirit of scientific inquiry, Akira pinched and plucked at the thong strap to observe how the substance reacted, delighting in the small whimpers of pleasure Ai would utter in response.

Akira had to stop there, though.

She had to shut down this experiment, before a churning radioactive sensation rising in her core made it so she couldn't.

She needed a release, but not just yet.

Vash approached her while she was in this paralyzing limbo-state: sitting with a bewildered look, breathing with a restless and impatient tempo as she endured the unceasing playful taunts of Ai's tail. However, it was Vash's ensuing words, "I got you ladies your own room," that sent Akira's thoughts into a dizzying tailspin.

At which time Ai lifted her head, revealing herself to have secretly been awake all along, while offering a sleepy rendition of one of her famously cute smiles.

"Ah? I get to sleep alone with Big Sis...?"

"Please...don't...call her that," Vash replied queasily. "I saw you two trading looks all day, so I'm giving you this opportunity to get it all out of your system."

Akira blinked innocently. "I don't follow."

Vash leaned in close to her ear, nudging her side. "I'm talking about sex, dum-dum—what's referred to as 'cultivation' in this world. And it's perfectly normal for low-level women to do it together."

"Eww! It's worse when you call it that!'" Akira angrily gawked. "Who the Hell calls it that?!"

"Relaaax. If you haven't noticed yet, sex is totally normal in this world. And because it gives Cultivation EXP, the same as killing monsters does, we just call it 'cultivating.'"

Akira couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"So, you're saying...

"I can eventually become a godlike being, just by having sex."

Vash chuckled. "Not entirely! Because you would still need to adventure, to gain new abilities. Or else, even at [Level 100], you'd basically just be a [Level 1] who takes longer to kill and can run for days"—he cleared his throat—"or, so I've heard."

Akira huffed. "Well, with all that being said, that doesn't necessarily mean Ai wants to," Akira said as she glanced over at Ai, who was standing with her arms cutely folded behind her back.

"Well, Big Sis," Ai said, giggling. "Are you ready to cultivate all night long?"

Akira froze. 'Shit!' As Vash playfully slapped her on the back, saying "go get 'em, tiger," with a laugh, handing her the key to their room before walking away.

'There's no way,' Akira thought, looking at Ai with moist eyes.

'I could never taint something, so pure!'

Even though, mere minutes later...

In their room at the inn, shrouded in shadow save for four small windowpanes of moonlight shining in, Ai's wall of childlike innocence would crumble. As from out of the rubble, a succubus emerged, possessed of such fiendish sexual prowess the likes of which Akira could never have prepared for.

And it was thid very succubus that gently tempted Akira into removing her clothes:

"C'mon, Big Sis..."

"I wanna play with you..."

"I'll show you how to please a woman..."

Until, both participants were fully nude. Both sitting on their knees, upon the four-post wooden bed.

Ai was positioned behind her, making masterful use of her hands: one fondling her exquisite breast; while the other played downstairs, tracing the wavy hills of "womanly fat" centered around her waist as far as the inside of her thighs--always halting just short of allowing her that much-craved intimate penetration.

Akira could only tether herself to the bedspread--enduring the sexy torture with a tremorous, droopy expression like someone on the verge of cartoonish weeping; a hapless plaything only capable of producing liquids:

Clingy hot perspiration wetted her brow.

Trails of saliva drooled from her gaping lips.

Her hot love erupted without end, all over the nice satin sheets.

Akira may be used to being in-charge, but here she was all-wet from a total loss of control.

"Just like this." Ai breathed into her ear, as with her scouring fingers she was uncovering all of Akira's most sensitive spots, listening intently for any telltale sudden gasp or moan. 

Captivating the CEO with a thousand mere fleeting tastes of the highest heights of ecstasy, keeping her constantly wanting for more.

"Lie on your back." She commanded softly, and Akira obeyed.

Hovering over her vision, Ai gave a toothy grin.

"I bought something in the market earlier, just for you."

Akira smacked her lips. "Show me."

From her inventory, Ai retrieved a small unmarked brown bottle.

From it she poured some unknown liquid into one palm, and the next. Then rubbed them together, in a rapid circular motion, as a sticky moist sound ensued.

Akira watched, with bated breath. Gasped, as Ai proceeded to slap both palms onto her bare breasts.

"Tell me how it feels," Ai said as she mounted her without invitation, proceeding to gently knead, massage and tweak; pull, press, and occasionally nibble at the tender jutting nipples. 

"Good," Akira gasped in reply. "Tingling. Hot."

It reacted with the growing heat she harbored within; lighting her fully ablaze, inside and out.

This all-encompassing inferno grew and grew, in size and intensity, as Ai continued to apply the strange lotion all across Akira's upper body.

Until Akira could no longer restrain her passionate moans--prompting Ai to cover her loving sister's mouth with her own; blocking out the requisite oxygen, in order to extinguish it; holding Akira's sweet release captive, so that she could claim it all to herself.

The night was still young, as things died down between the two.

Akira was snuggled up to Ai, who was laid on her back staring up at the ceiling. Nothing could be heard but for their shallow breaths, and quiet creaking noises of the old inn.

It got Akira into one of her rare, contemplative moods...

As she tried to imagine the unfathomable number of players that must have passed through these walls, each with their own stories--of what kind of life they used to lead before coming to this world, and how they chose to continue it.

Their own unique wants, and ambitions…

Lifelong passions, and hardships…

"I used to do these...favors, for older men." Ai suddenly said. 

Akira stirred. "What?"

"Yeah." She laughed, with a sad smile. "I was one of those girls."

Akira lifted her gaze, expecting to meet Ai's; however, hers remained fixed on the ceiling, looking back through time as she continued, "my family was poor, and I really needed the money."

With her pigtails undone and a serious lookon her face she appeared much older, as she lifted her head to peer at Akira. "Even though I was still a highschooler."

Akira was silent. 

Why was Ai telling her this?

"I'm only telling you this so you don't feel embarrassed."

Oh.

'Embarrassed? Why...?'

Akira's brow pulled in her confusion. "I thought tonight was great."

"Was it your first time?"

The amused grin on her face made Akira instantly uncomfortable--bristling, as she jolted upright with an attempt at a nonchalant grin.

"Y-yeah. But, that's because I was always so busy studying."

Ai squinted. "To become a CEO?"

"Only the world's richest, youngest, cutthroat playboy billionaire CEO."

Ai choked on a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Akira glared.

"How can a virgin also be considered a 'playboy'?"

Akira wasn't about to get into it; and because Ai could read her growing insecurity like a neon stop sign, she extended a reassuring touch on her arm. 

"Look. I'm only saying I have more experience at this, so don't feel bad."

"I couldn't please you..." Akira sulked.

"No! P

Ai then brushed a hand across the top of her head, leaning close to her face. "Just remember how I touched you. How it made you feel," she said. "Learn from it."

Akira turned away, with a dejected air.

Failure was not something she was used to. Even hearing the sincerity behind Ai's words did nothing to dissolve the noxious shame building in her chest.

Akira Maximilian had failed her first performance evaluation...

Which meant her job was on the line.

She had to adapt quickly.

"Akira…? Come on! It's seriously no big dea--"

Before Ai could finish, the CEO spun around to meet her lips in a passion-filled kiss.

Ai's eyes grew wide in surprise.

Immediately she wrestled to regain the supremacy she enjoyed before, but Akira preavailed: pulling her off the side of the bed and landing on top of her, pinning her starkly pale frame against the dark floor.

The powers had shifted, so that now it was Akira scouring every part of Ai.

Now it was Akira finding vulnerabilities that caused Ai to writhe and squeal in aroused anguish; throwing Ai against the bed and enveloping her with persistent teasings, tauntings, bitings and massages; rendering Ai a living fire hydrant--only capable of spewing liquids--just as Akira had been before.

"Big Sis…!" Ai breathed. "That's it!"

This was what she wanted:

To be taken; claimed, and conquered.

To be allowed to drop the reins entirely, into the capable hands of another!

As unbeknownst to Ai, she had stirred a slumbering giant to life within Akira: that same competitive urge nestled deep within him, that had once given him the power to rise to the top of the global stock markets--through his sheer manly grit, and cutthroat essence--now being channeled into his lovemaking.

Because after all, the night was still young in this world of life after death, and second chances.

"I swear, if I ever find a way to bring us both back to the real world…" Akira said to Ai between pausing breaths for air, while she was taking the little Squell to places she'd never been before with her touch. "I'll make you mine, so that you'll never have to work for money again in your life."

Ai's eyes widened. "Akira!"

With these magic words, Ai was gushing [Girl Nectar] nonstop!

Her eternal heart, body, and soul--

Would hereby belong to Akira Maximilian!