Lys kept walking toward home, one hand resting on the hilt of CorpseSlayer where it hung at his waist. The sword's weight felt good, solid, like it belonged there, making him feel a little confident, too.
But even with it, his mind wouldn't shut up. He was still thinking about many possibilities.
The system said it wouldn't hurt him. Said it would even feed him power, boost his growth, and make every woman he touched even more fertile. Still, he knew better than to trust something this perfect. He'd read enough of those isekai stories back on Earth, so he knew there was always a catch in opportunities like this. There could be some hidden price that might show up at the worst possible moment. So, even with this great sword by his side, he felt a deep worry about it.
He kicked a loose stone down the lane. 'If the sword really could absorb the curse like the description claimed, why the hell had this whole world been suffering for years? The curse had wiped out half the men and left the rest barely able to get it up. So why hadn't anyone fixed it, if there were items like this available?'
But after thinking about it for a while, it finally clicked in his mind. The system had been very specific: only the Host who carried the divine blessing could wield it without dying. No one else in this world had the goddess's mark on them. That meant no one else could even touch the damn thing without it draining them dry. So, that's why nobody could do anything about the curse. The best they could do was make enchantments like anima dolls and stuff.
But as one question was answered, ten more popped up in his mind along with it. Questions like, who made a sword like this in the first place? Was there anyone else out there like him…another reincarnated guy with a blessing? But if so, where were they? Why hadn't they stopped the curse already? Did the goddess knew about this CorpseSlayer sword when she sent him into this world? If she did, why the fuck hadn't she mentioned it? And if the sword really worked the way it promised… doesn't that make it way too overpowered?
One blade turning him into a walking fertility factory for an entire dying world sounded like the kind of thing that could solve the problem this world was suffering from in a very short time.
The more he thought, the more questions popped up in his mind. So, he shook his head hard, trying to clear the thoughts. After all, most of these thoughts had no answers right now anyway.
The house finally came into view at the end of the lane, the front yard looking way better than when he'd first bought this house. Vegetables, herbs, and bright little flowers filled neat rows, the dirt still fresh with water and care from today's work.
As he entered the yard area, he could see Mira was bent over in the middle of it, her back to him, pulling weeds. Her thin work dress had ridden up high on her thighs from all the crouching. Sweat and dirt streaked her bare legs, and the fabric clung tight to the round curve of her ass, outlining everything from behind. The hem had slipped up even higher, giving him a clear view of the soft skin where her thighs met.
She shifted her weight, hips rolling as she yanked another stubborn root, and the motion made her ass jiggle just enough to send a hot spike straight down Lys's gut.
Before he knew, his cock twitched hard inside his borrowed trousers. Seeing how good she looked like that, dirty, sweaty, completely focused on her work, made him picture himself stepping up behind her, sliding his hands under that dress, and gripping those hips while she was still bent over in the soil.
Trying to control himself was getting harder these days. Especially when he sees women left and right as if waiting for him to fuck them. But he knew he needed to control himself, as Selene just came into the house. So, he had to maintain a good image in front of her as much as possible, especially after the mess he had gotten himself just days ago.
He swallowed thickly, walking toward her, heat still rushing to his face.
Mira straightened up right then, brushing dirt off her hands. Hearing movements from behind, she turned around and spotted him, and immediately her face lit up. She waved him over with a big grin, one hand still holding a clump of pulled weeds. "Brother! Come here, see how my tomatoes are coming along!"
Lys forced his expression back to normal and walked across the yard, the sword bumping lightly against his leg with every step.
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