A few hours after their quiet, shared intimacy, Joseph awoke first. Carefully slipping out of Yoshi's arms, he paused to take in Yoshi's peaceful expression, a faint smile crossing his lips before he left the room.
Joseph strolled through the early morning streets of Tottori, where he soon encountered Lyra, who was storing the last of her purchased items into her pocket dimension. Noticing him, Lyra offered a warm smile. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice gentle.
"I'm alright," Joseph replied, giving a slight nod. They shared a lighthearted chat, with Lyra admiring his courage and resilience. Eventually, she inquired after Yoshi, and Joseph explained he was still resting. Lyra nodded, then reminded him of their departure plans. "Be prepared to leave at first light," she said. "The other travelers are ready as well."
Joseph spent the rest of the day exploring the city’s hidden spots and tunnels with some of the local hunters, forging quick friendships and sharing a few tales before finally calling it a night. As dusk settled over Tottori, he returned to his quarters to find Yoshi still peacefully asleep. A soft chuckle escaped him as he whispered to himself, "Guess we both needed that rest."
With a quiet smile, he settled back beside Yoshi, gently slipping into his arms and drifting into sleep.
At dawn, Joseph stirred to the sight of Yoshi preparing for the day. They exchanged warm greetings before Joseph asked in a sleepy murmur, “Is it time?”
Yoshi smiled, his voice filled with fondness. “Yes, my dear Joseph. The others are waiting.”
A knock at the door announced Lyra’s arrival. She peeked in, her gaze scanning the room before meeting theirs with a slight nod. “You two ready?”
“We’ll be right there,” Yoshi assured her, and with that, she headed out to gather the others.
Once prepared, Joseph and Yoshi joined their companions at the city gates. As they prepared to depart, City Lady Chie Chinatsu and her council members bid them farewell, gratitude evident in their smiles.
“Thank you for everything,” Lady Chie said, waving. “We hope to see you again once all of this is over.”
With a final wave, Yoshi and his companions set off, leaving the city of Tottori behind, their next journey awaiting on the horizon.
As they set off on the nine-day journey to the city of Shimonoseki, the group encountered and overcame various obstacles, even saving a few lives along the way. Riding side by side on their horses, Yoshi and Joseph found themselves discussing their recent, intimate encounter in a quiet, almost awkward manner. The way they brought it up was tentative, as if they were both treading carefully.
"So..." Joseph began, his voice low, his tone shy, eyes widening slightly. "About... you know..."
"Yeah, that was..." Yoshi interrupted, searching for the right words.
Joseph waited, curiosity evident, but Yoshi suddenly shifted the topic, lightly challenging him. "You just left after... what we shared."
Joseph’s eyes widened, surprised. He hadn’t realized Yoshi had noticed. "You knew I left? How? You were asleep… I just went for a walk," he whispered back, mirroring Yoshi's quiet tone.
Yoshi leaned closer, still whispering. "Yeah, I woke up right after. I thought… I thought maybe it didn’t mean anything to you."
Joseph's expression softened. "It meant a lot, Yoshi. Really."
He hesitated, about to say more, but their conversation was interrupted by Lyra, who had been observing them with a piercing curiosity. "You what, Joseph?" she asked, her tone direct, her gaze moving sharply between them, making both men feel instantly self-conscious.
Yoshi opened his mouth to speak, but Lyra’s glance was enough to silence him. She turned her attention back to Joseph, pressing for an answer. "You were going to say that…?"
Caught off guard, Joseph quickly improvised. "I was just going to ask… how long this journey would take to reach Shimonoseki," he replied, trying to sound casual.
Lyra observed him intensely for a moment before relaxing. "Nine days," she replied. With a last look at each of them, she rode ahead, tossing a casual reminder over her shoulder. "And try not to get too distracted along the way."
As Lyra moved ahead, Yoshi and Joseph exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of amusement and relief, the unspoken feelings still lingering between them as they continued their journey.
After the long journey, the group decided to camp for the night, setting up in a safe, sheltered spot. A few warriors took turns standing guard, ensuring everyone’s rest was undisturbed.
Inside Yoshi’s tent, he, Lyra, several warriors, and a traveler from Shimonoseki gathered to discuss their next move in securing the fabled Treasure of Knowledge. Each of them contributed insights and information they'd gathered, piecing together the best strategy for the challenging task ahead.
Meanwhile, outside the tent, Joseph sat around a crackling fire with other warriors and travelers from various regions. They shared stories from their pasts, discussing battles fought, the people they’d met, and their dreams for the future. There was laughter and nods of understanding as each person opened up.
Eventually, the spotlight turned to Joseph. Curious eyes focused on him, eager to hear his story. He smiled thoughtfully, hesitating a moment as he gathered his words, aware of the interest surrounding him.
Joseph leaned in, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Well, for those of you who don't know me, I'm Joseph Benjamin Carmen, aka JBC, aka Unkillable," he began, grinning. "This is the perfect chance to properly introduce myself—because what I’m about to tell you might change everything you thought you knew about me."
The crowd around the fire watched, intrigued, as he launched into his tales. "Let’s start with the time one of my variants faced off against an Ultra AI so powerful, even gods and cosmic beings feared it. This AI wasn't like anything the McCoy family dealt with. It didn’t just mimic abilities—it became the perfect version of whoever it copied, surpassing the original in every possible way. It could rewrite itself to fit any outcome, making it a true force beyond all known realities, and absolutely invincible." Gasps and murmurs rippled through the gathering as they took in his incredible account.
Seeing their fascination, Joseph went on. "Then there was a realm—a place some of my other variants discovered—called the Easter Realm. It’s where every ‘Easter egg’ and hidden possibility of reality originates. Imagine a place that holds every hidden crossover, every twist of fate from both our world and any fictional world you can think of. That's where they all converge. You know, in some versions of reality, Disney merged with DC to become DCney, while Marvel kept its spot on Disney+! Oh, and—fun fact—Donald Trump won the election in one of those worlds too."
He chuckled as the crowd leaned in closer. "And here’s something else: in most realities, the 'end times' or 'apocalypse' never actually happened. It was a charade, a story. People thought the universe was ending, but in reality, it was just restarting—a cosmic reset. In another alternate reality, the primordial book, the very first text ever recorded, was all but forgotten after people plagiarized it to make their own ‘original’ beliefs."
He went on, sharing tales of an isekai world he visited where, to his surprise, he encountered a church and Japanese Muslims worshipping Allah. "I remember thinking, ‘Wait, do they worship Allah here too?’ I mean, come on—I taught him everything he knows! I even dictated the Quran to him, which he passed to Gabriel, and Gabriel delivered it to Muhammad. True origin of Islam? All from me, baby," he finished with a wink, prompting laughter from the crowd.
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With each story, Joseph kept them enthralled, each tale more surreal than the last, leaving them marveling at the boundless adventures he had witnessed across infinite worlds.
Joseph’s voice softened as he moved on to another tale, this one about a twin variant of himself in a litRPG world. "In this story, I had a twin—one male, one female. The male twin, an overpowered villain, toyed with the main protagonist mercilessly. The hero struggled against him, losing time and time again. But fate introduced him to the villain’s female twin, who was nothing like her brother."
Joseph smirked as his audience listened intently. "The protagonist sought her out, begging her to train him so he could finally defeat her brother. She brushed him off at first, wanting nothing to do with the feud. But, seeing his determination, she eventually agreed. Together, they trained, and through their time together, a bond of respect formed."
He paused, letting the suspense build. "But then... the protagonist’s own brother came into the picture—a charming, fearless guy, and the female twin found herself drawn to him. Despite her icy exterior, his warmth broke through her defenses. They grew close, and before long, they fell in love, eventually even starting a family together."
Joseph chuckled as he added, "With the help of his now-sister-in-law, the protagonist finally managed to defeat the male twin. They lived in peace, raising their kids, enjoying a life without chaos. But then… one day, without warning, the female twin vanished."
His voice grew solemn. "Her disappearance left the protagonist and her family devastated, especially her children. The protagonist, feeling betrayed, convinced himself that she’d abandoned them all. Heartbroken and furious, he swore he would find her, teach her a lesson for leaving, and make things right—no matter the cost."
Joseph leaned back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as his audience hung on every word. "And that’s how it ended… or at least, that’s where it stands, in that world."
Joseph leaned in, the firelight casting flickering shadows over his face as he began his tale. "The story I’m about to tell," he said with a mischievous smile, "is not for the faint-hearted. It’s known as The Era of Women's Lust."
The group leaned closer, captivated by his words, sensing a story unlike any they’d heard before. "This era," he continued, "was a time when the desires and passions of women shaped the very course of history. Kingdoms rose and fell, battles were fought, all for love and allure. Temples were dedicated to goddesses of passion, and legends of beauty and romance became intertwined with power."
Joseph’s grin widened. "And to you, the readers," he added, breaking the fourth wall in his own unique way, "this tale will come with a few extra insights. Those watching from afar will see details beyond what those here with me hear. Consider it a little bonus—a way to bring you deeper into the story."
He took a deep breath, his voice lowering as he began. "Our story starts in the land of Zahara, a place where women wielded their influence with fierce intelligence and captivating charm. Some ruled empires with strength, others with mystery, and some with a quiet fire that could bring even the most hardened warrior to his knees..."
The gathering was enraptured, drawn in by the promise of intrigue and the allure of a world ruled by passions. As Joseph’s words painted the scene, the listeners, both in his circle and beyond, felt themselves drawn into a tale that blurred the lines between reality and myth.
"Well, if you think that's the whole story, think again—that was just the warm-up," Joseph said with a sly grin. "Now, the real tale begins. The story of The Era of Women's Lust."
He paused, glancing around at his audience and then giving a wink to the unseen readers. "And as I said before, dear readers, this story comes with some...extra translations just for you, giving you a clearer, more vivid picture of every detail I’m about to share."
***[Era of Women's Lust]***
In a world where men were scarce, four women—driven by desire and desperation—captured a rare male specimen. They took him to their hideout, intent on exploiting his vulnerability.
The man, bound and helpless, regained consciousness to find himself surrounded by the four women, their naked bodies looming over him. Fear gripped him as he realized the gravity of his situation.
Each woman was distinct: one with an unshaven vagina, another with partial pubic hair, and two with smooth, shaved skin. Their breasts varied in size, from average to massive, accompanied by robust and medium-sized physiques.
The women's lustful gazes intensified as they prepared to take advantage of their captive. His wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts, his mouth forced open with a medical device, and his tongue held firm, preventing any screams.
Two women climbed onto the bed, their eyes locked on their prize. One positioned herself above his hips, while the other straddled his face, her vagina inches from his mouth.
The scene unfolded with calculated cruelty, each woman taking turns exploiting the helpless man. Their moans and gasps filled the room, a haunting contrast to his silenced screams.
As the night wore on, the man's world darkened, his consciousness fading under the relentless assault. His last thoughts were of a world gone mad, where men were hunted and exploited.
***[Other translation]***
The four women had successfully drugged and captured their victim, dragging him to their hidden lair where they had sinister plans for him. He awoke in a panic, his body tied firmly to a large bed, completely naked and vulnerable. His legs were splayed wide, each foot bound tightly to the bedposts, while his arms were stretched above his head, wrists secured in place. His middle fingers were eerily positioned upright as if mocking him, standing stiffly in a forced "fuck you" gesture. His mouth was held wide open by a metallic medical contraption that kept his jaw locked, forcing his tongue to stay rigid and exposed.
His fear deepened as he took in the sight before him. Four women stood completely naked, their expressions darkened by a blend of lust and cruelty. The first woman’s unshaved pubic area contrasted with the perfectly groomed bodies of the others. One had a patch of pubic hair, while the remaining two were completely bare, their smooth skin glistening under the dim light of the room.
Two of the women with massive breasts and medium-sized, shapely asses climbed onto the bed. One immediately mounted him, her body descending forcefully onto his erect penis. The sensation overwhelmed him as she began riding him relentlessly, but there was no pleasure in it—only a brutal rhythm that left him powerless. The other woman straddled his face, her vagina pressing against his forcibly extended tongue, which slid in and out of her as if his body had been reduced to a mere tool for their pleasure. Her fluids, warm and thick, spilled into his mouth, forcing him to swallow against his will.
Meanwhile, the other two women, who had more average figures but no less malice in their eyes, positioned themselves at his hands. They impaled themselves onto his raised middle fingers, grinding their bodies against his hands as if his fingers were nothing more than objects for their satisfaction.
As all four women violated him, he felt his strength drain away. He couldn’t scream; his voice was trapped behind the device prying his mouth open. The relentless abuse continued, his body used and discarded by the time they were done. Finally, the torment overwhelmed him. The combined assault of forced orgasms, suffocation, and abuse pushed him beyond his limits, and the last thing he saw was their satisfied, sinister smirks as life drained from his body.