Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) Bonus: Collecting the seeds

In the world of Ky'lar, the desert of the borderlands was a place where silence weighed more than the sand.

(Toca... Toca... Toca...)

There were no gods there, only the echo of the wind and the hunger of the creatures that lurked in the cracks of the world.

"Are you sure you want to use this... thing on the ground?"

There stood a young man nad Linker, a simple hunter whose greatest achievent was surviving one more day; however, at that ti, he found himself facing his inevitable end, from which he saw no way out.

"Either you use it, or you die."

In front of him, his executioner was not a dragon nor a high-ranking demon, but a pulsating mass of fleshy tissue and tentacles that barely reached a square ter.

"Glup... Then I choose death!"

But despite the critical situation Linker found himself in, swallowing hard, he gathered his courage and, clenching his fists, rejected the deal that was proposed to him.

"Are you that tough?"

In response, the monster's voice, which did not co from a mouth but vibrated directly in Linker's bones, charged with an electric arrogance, asked in a provocative and, at the sa ti, amused way.

"Eh, it might... it might not look like it, but since I don't know if I'll die after putting it on..."

At the monster's reaction, Linker hesitated, yielding slightly to fear while his hands trembled, unable to know what the monster before his eyes would do to him as he looked at the "garnt" on the ground.

"Don't worry about that... After you put it on, you will be mine, and at least I promise to treat you better."

What was on the ground was not clothing; it was skin.

(Squelch!)

Upon touching it after hearing the monster's words, Linker felt a damp heat, an internal fluidity that suggested veins and organs pulsing beneath the surface.

"Shit~!"

But with no other option and conscious of his possible fate, Linker, under the monster's implacable gaze, slid inside the structure.

(Disgusting...)

As he did, the contact was like an electric shock.

(SHHHH-PUP!)

Imdiately after, the leather took on a life of its own.

"What... what is this?!"

The skin did not adjust to his body; it remodeled it.

"¡¿?!"

In that way, he felt his abdominal walls shifting, enveloping his genitals, while his limbs were stretched and refined.

(My mouth?!)

At the sa ti, a fleshy tongue slid into his mouth, rging with his own, rewriting his sense of taste.

"Agh... Haaa... Hpm...!"

Finally, when his vision cleared, Linker let out a gasp that resonated like a musical note.

(W-what... what happened to ?!)

And at that mont, as he lowered his gaze in panic, that was when the shock hit him.

"Perfect..."

Hearing the monster's satisfied voice, Linker finally regained his senses after contemplating how, in front of him, there were two generous breasts, white and perfectly ford.

"...."

For him, having such things before his eyes would have been a dream co true if they weren't attached to his own torso.

(It can't be... Do I... really have breasts...?)

In that mont, while Linker assimilated his transformation, the fleshy seams on his back closed with a sibilant sound, leaving a small tactile indentation on his spine.

"Look, I followed your order to perfection, so please let live?!"

It was thanks to the silent sibilant sound that Linker regained his senses, asking with a voice that at first he did not recognize.

"¡¿?!"

Because of that, he instinctively covered his mouth.

(This is not my voice!!)

In an instant, he recognized the incongruities with the voice despite it coming from his own throat, noticing the clear, lodious, and authoritative tone of a young woman.

(VROOOOM!)

Unfortunately, before he could process the sequence of events happening to him, the tentacle monster leaped.

"¡¿?!"

In a blink, it spread itself over Linker’s new body, closing like a suction cup over the opening in his back.

(CRACK!)

As a result, the pressure was brutal.

"¡¡!!"

The monster transford into a biochanically designed corset, reducing Linker’s waist to an impossibly slender shape.

"I didn't think you would actually be compatible."

Imdiately after, two needles erged from the structure, piercing the nipples of Linker's new body with surgical precision.

"¡¡¡AHHH!!!"

Causing him to let out a scream that tore through the desert air in the face of intense pain that was instantly replaced by a wave of volcanic heat.

"Aahm... ~!"

After that, an organic phallus inserted itself deeply into his new anatomy, pumping an energy that did not belong to that world.

"... Aha... Mmm... How beautiful... who is this?"

In that way, only after the pain that had been transford into pleasure ceased was it that Linker, drooling on the ground, looked at his reflection in a puddle of his own fluids under the moonlight.

"Of course it's you~"

The image reflected in the puddle was the reflection of a blonde of divine beauty, dressed in a corset that seed forged in an artist's nightmares, staring back at Linker with a dazed expression.

"Allow to introduce myself. I am a relic left in this world by the archbishop of the demon lady of lust. I am known as Asmodeus. A biological artifact created by succubi."

In that mont of confusion, while Linker tried without success to process everything that had happened, attempting to regain strength in his exhausted body, the voice of the artifact resonated from his own chest.

"Sounds impressive... Are you just a sex toy?"

However, in his exhausted and hazy ntal state, Linker, forgetting the danger or his situation, asked while drool flowed from his delicate lips...

"Insolent!"

But such doubts only made the artifact vibrate with fury, causing the internal phallus to writhe inside Linker, triggering an explosion of pleasure that almost made him lose consciousness.

"I am a masterpiece! And you should be grateful to because, thanks to , you are wearing the skin of Saint Pala, the civil representative of the Holy See of the sacred kingdom."

After hearing those words, Linker's mind imdiately snapped awake...

"What do you want to do?"

And with caution, hiding the fear he felt, he asked.

"Ahahahaha... That’s simple, boy! I want you to beco my master."

Receiving as an answer the joyful laughter of the monster which, with a blurred movent of its tentacles, caught Linker's now slender legs.

"Help!"

Thus the latter, desperate because of his situation, scread, only for the wind to be the only thing to return an answer in that remote place.

"Hiik?!"

Imdiately after, a tentacle thrust forcefully into his newly ford lower half, penetrating deeply as his "education" on feminine pleasures began...

"You damn perverted demon! Stop moving around in there!"

In that manner, the entire night passed until dawn, during which Linker was exposed to all kinds of pleasures.

"I can't help it!"

Throughout the night, despite his resistance, Linker was unable to remove the skin.

"It's the protection chanism! I cannot harm you, so I express my boredom by increasing your pleasure."

During the course of that night, Asmodeus explained to him that, being a dinsional parasite, it would die without a master, and Linker, in turn, would die if he tried to separate himself from the saint's body.

"Besides, I saw the whole process... and it didn't seem like you actually hated it."

"SHUT UP!!"

From that mont on, Linker and Asmodeus had beco inseparable...

"Dammit! Because of you, I'm now unable to return to my village!"

As a result, for weeks, the desert witnessed a bizarre scene in which a blonde "Saint" walked with absurd physical strength, arguing loudly with her own clothes.

"You are an ingrate for not understanding the power I have granted you!"

Thanks to that, they had to learn to coexist.

"Power...?"

Along the way, Asmodeus taught Linker how to properly use Saint Pala's body.

"That's right, power, because after all, you are using the body that originally belonged to Saint Pala, who stood up to my original mistress. The archbishop of lust."

Along the way, Linker learned the history of the body he now controlled.

"They fought?"

"Yes, that woman caught us cheating at cards to manipulate a kingdom, and in a fit of rage on my mistress's part, they fought on the outskirts of the city. They got carried away and accidentally killed each other."

Recalling that scene with nostalgia, Asmodeus explained with desperation:

"As a result of that fight, Saint Pala was turned into a skin puppet by my infuriated mistress, while she herself was stripped and banished to an unknown dinsion."

Upon hearing those words, Linker...

"So, is Saint Pala still alive?"

He exclaid in shock, pointing at himself.

"In theory, yes. After all, the mistress and she were friends. So she only wanted to punish her; to do sothing quite perverse, like using her skin to seduce the Pope. But right now, no one but my original mistress could break that restriction..."

After hearing the story and reflecting for a mont, in response Linker...

"If that happened, then why did you insist on making wear this?!"

He asked, feeling his blood about to boil with rage.

"Are you an idiot? Look around you; in this desolate desert, where is the last living person? I am a parasitic biological artifact, normally bound to my master for life and death. But unfortunately, I was forcibly separated by dinsional exile. If I don't find a new master soon, I will wither and die. But your fragile body cannot withstand my power. If I joined directly with you, you would explode and die. Only with Pala's body as my vessel can I escape this crisis. In fact, although I scared you a lot a mont ago, it was all a ruse."

However, at the end he was confronted in response by all the stress and frustration that Asmodeus had tolerated for years as it released it all at once.

"Besides, you were the one who ca out victorious by gaining the beauty and power of a saint and even a magic artifact of my caliber!"

"....."

In that mont, after experiencing Asmodeus's collapse, Linker consciously kept silent, heading toward the border tavern where n fell to their knees before her "purity," while she only wanted a beer and a map as she listened to an endless list of complaints.

(Shing!)

After that night, their "bond" grew, and both escaped the horizon, returning to civilization when a group of rcenaries tried to "escort" her to the sacred kingdom due to her attire and mastery of sacred-attribute magic skills.

"This power... it's too much."

In that way, Linker, using Saint Pala's body, continued training the sacred magic engraved in his body.

(CLANG! CLANG!)

Weeks had passed since his entry into the sacred kingdom as a foreign saint who had lost her mory due to an event of an unknown nature...

"Don't let the Holy See find you. If they discover your true state, they will burn both of us."

Linker was now getting used to his new life, hearing the marble bells resonate as he advanced toward the Great Golden Cathedral while Asmodeus warned him.

"They will burn you, not . I have decided that I will go to the Holy See. I am a victim... Although I won't let them discover you."

Thus, minutes later, Linker entered the council chamber. There, before the high command, he t four other individuals.

"Welco everyone~!"

Their presences were as heavy as his own; each one a "monster" in their own right.

"Mmm... a male soul in a divine case. You have a... spicy rhythm~. Welco to the group, little Saint."

However, the one who stood out the most was the girl sitting in front of the five as if she were staring directly into their souls...

"I am lioris, a pleasure to et you~!"

What he did not know was that on that day, Linker's destiny would change.

"From now on, you are legally under my charge!"

He had fulfilled the conditions, marking the day one of the priestesses compatible with lioris was born—those who would sow the seeds for the birth of a new cult.