In a lush garden, a young man rested on the soft grass, his gaze fixed on the sky above.
He was tall and slender, with fair skin and short golden hair, blue eyes tracing the shapes of clouds drifting lazily overhead.
More specifically, one strangely shaped cloud: two full, round, protruding mounds.
In the absence of good hentai, he had to be creative.
His name was Ethan Darkwall, a direct descendant of one of the richest and most powerful families in the kingdom of the Burning Ice.
"Young master, your father awaits you in his office." A deep voice rang out.
With a pained sigh, Ethan abandoned that beautiful sight in the skies and turned to face the source of the voice.
One of the castle's knights stood before him, clad in gleaming silver plate armor, his posture rigid and expectant.
Without a word, Ethan rose to his feet and followed the knight through the long corridors of the fortress.
Along the way, servants cast strange glances in his direction, a mixture of pity and contempt barely concealed behind lowered eyes.
Finally, they reached the large door leading to the castle lord's office.
The knight stepped to one side, gesturing for Ethan to enter. "The count awaits you," he announced.
Without responding, Ethan pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting it fall shut behind him.
Seated behind an imposing desk at the center of the office was a man who commanded attention without effort.
Count Robert Darkwall, Ethan's father and lord of the Darkwall house.
He had gray hair and muscles that seemed to strain against the fabric of his elegant black gown, his left eye replaced by a horrible scar that carved deep into his weathered face.
Robert set down his pen and looked up from his documents, his single eye locking onto Ethan.
A strange blue aura began to emanate from Robert's body, pressing down on Ethan like an invisible hand forcing him toward the floor.
"You know, son..." Robert began, rising from his chair and moving toward the wine cellar. "It doesn't bother me that you stare at the Duke of Cadia's daughter's tits like an idiot. They're huge, they attract attention, I understand."
He poured himself a glass of wine.
"But did you really have the audacity to grab them in front of everyone?" His voice rose sharply. "And you even asked if she was 'pinky'? Have you lost your fucking mind?"
He crossed the room in three strides and seized Ethan by the shoulders.
Internally, Ethan had no regrets.
He could still feel the divine sensation on his fingertips, the impossible softness of those voluminous breasts yielding to his touch, the warmth of her skin, and the lewd, involuntary moan that had escaped the young lady's lips.
Many would call him a pervert and scum, and perhaps he was, partly through his own fault. But the whole story was more complicated than that.
The reality was that he had a system, and a pretty fucked-up one at that, one that had undoubtedly doomed his glorious transmigration story from the very start.
Under the crushing weight of his father's aura, Ethan simply sighed and shook his head in defeat.
Robert, already accustomed to this reaction, restrained the urge to strike his son. "You have no talent in Aura, nor in Magic, nor in administration. You're useless," he declared flatly.
"The Duke of Cadia wants your head, and perhaps I should grant his wish."
He crossed to the wall and lifted an ornamental sword from its mount, turning it over slowly in his hands.
'Would I be reincarnated again if I died here? Maybe I'd have better luck than with this damn system,' Ethan reflected bitterly, watching the blade catch the light.
"But I won't." Robert set the sword down on the table. "I will banish you to the Eternal Forest. You will be escorted to an isolated settlement and will never be able to return. Use our family name at will there, not that it will carry much value in that placehahaha."
He let out a dry laugh.
Hearing this, Ethan's eyes widened. "Son of a b..." he started, then caught himself.
Though he appeared to be staring at his father, his attention had shifted elsewhere entirely.
[Quest: {A new beginning!}
Description: Finally, a chance to leave this cursed place with no prospects! Accept your father's punishment and travel to the Eternal Forest!
Reward: ?????
Punishment for failure: Death]
'Fucking system... this was always your plan, wasn't it?' Ethan cursed inwardly, though not a trace of it reached his expression.
He was already in enough trouble. Making it worse would accomplish nothing.
Robert ignored the near curse and continued, "I will give you five guards and fifty gold coins. They will escort you there and return. Keep the money safe."
"Yes, Father."
"Father?" Robert's brow lifted, and a dense blue aura surged from his body, forcing Ethan's head down toward the floor.
"Yes, my lord," Ethan corrected through clenched teeth, the strange force burning where it touched him.
"Go and pack your things. You leave today. I don't want to see your face again."
Silently, Ethan got up and walked out, leaving Robert and the butler alone in the heavy quiet of the office.
After a long moment of silence, the butler stepped forward. "My lord, if you wish to give him a punishment lighter than death, why the Eternal Forest? Going to that place is a sentence worse than death for a boy like him."
"The sentence is the same as death," Robert replied, refilling his glass. "I wanted to kill him myself, but I don't want to carry that stain on my heart."
His gaze drifted to the map of the continent that covered nearly an entire wall of the office.
The Eternal Forest was one of the seven forbidden zones of that world, vast and merciless, and the closest to Robert's lands.
He had already tried, in vain, to colonize it. Of the ten settlements he had attempted to establish, only one had survived, and even that one teetered on the edge of collapse.
It was to this last bastion that he was sending his son, a settlement that would probably not last more than a few months.
Did he regret it?
Not at all. He still had his balls intact and plenty of other heirs. He could make more whenever he pleased.
"I just hope the church doesn't make a fuss about it... they've already asked us to withdraw all our forces from that place."