Otherworldly cuckold harem

In the largest and most luxurious manor in downtown Eckwin,
Wilson, who had just awakened his transmigrator memories, lay on a spacious, soft bed. Surrounded by exquisite mahogany furniture and
priceless , he clearly belonged to a high-ranking nobleman.
"I've transmigrated... and I'm the Duke's only son!" Wilson lay on the bed, rubbing his forehead,
excitedly absorbing the memories. It wasn't because he could become a powerful protagonist, nor because he could enjoy wealth and luxury,
but because his cheat system was a transmigrated cuckold harem system. He had wanted a cuckold's horns in his previous life, but never
had the chance. Now, he should be able to realize that dream in this other world.
While Wilson was lost in his fantasies, someone knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response.
"Ah! Master!" "You're finally awake! These past few days of fever have scared us to death!" This was a pretty and adorable little maid ,
dressed in a black long-sleeved dress with a white apron over it, and thin, sexy stockings. Her brown hair was styled in a bun with a sheer, semi-transparent headdress. "This is my personal maid, Shirley," Wilson said to the excited, petite maid, Shirley. "I'm alright now, don't worry." " Then I'll inform Butler Lydia to bring breakfast over shortly. Please wait a moment, Master," Shirley said, seeing her master's complexion improve and that she seemed out of danger. She immediately lifted her skirt and ran to inform the butler. This large three-story manor housed about thirty people, all women. Those with the lowest status, responsible for menial tasks, lived in the basement and had almost no personal belongings; most were of farming origin. Those who served the master and guests in the halls or cleaned were better off, sharing rooms on the second floor in the servants' quarters . Most of these servants were from the lower to middle classes in the city. The best and most spacious single room belonged to the head maid, while the butler and his personal maid lived on the third floor, where Wilson lived. After Shirley left, Wilson continued to check the system. It contained a character interface and a shop interface. Although it lacked AI, there was a help section at the bottom, which stated that he possessed a charm aura that could exponentially increase women's favorability towards him. Points could be used to purchase abilities and items, obtained by gifting women who favored him to designated "green masters" (masters with higher favorability and strength). The more "green" a woman was, the more points he would gain. Being "green" by a "green master" might decrease favorability or loyalty, while increasing "green" points . Once "green" points were full, he would gain exponentially more points. Looking at the character interface was almost unbearable. Sixteen-year-old Wilson's attributes, except for intelligence, were all only half the average. Most of the maids in the manor only had a loyalty rating above 70 towards him; almost none of them harbored any romantic feelings for their master. Only Sherry, Head Maid Daisy, and Housekeeper Lydia had , especially Sherry, whose favorability and loyalty were a perfect 100—truly worthy of being his closest personal maid. Just as Wilson was deep in thought, someone suddenly rushed in. A white-clad, silver- haired , exquisitely beautiful elf with a noble and elegant air rushed in, followed by Sherry carrying a small wooden table. "Thank goodness, Wilson! You're finally alright! Otherwise, how could I explain to your mother!" The elf, tears , rushed towards Wilson, embracing his frail body and rubbing her fair, beautiful face against him. "It's alright, Lydia!" "And you don't know how many years it will be before you can see my mother again." Wilson stared at the pointed ears, gently stroking Lydia's long silver hair, which was leaning against his shoulder. Lydia was her mother's best friend, who had passed away ten years ago. Two years ago, after the Duke arranged for Wilson to stay, she insisted on becoming his butler . She was over two hundred years old, which would be equivalent to a young woman in her twenties in human terms. She adored Wilson. Lydia stood up and looked at Wilson affectionately with her teary eyes. "You look just like your mother . You don't have a trace of your wretched father. By the way, your fiancée, the princess, I heard you've been seriously ill recently. She's probably coming in two weeks." When she mentioned Wilson's fiancée, her face darkened, and she seemed unhappy, probably because her favorability towards Wilson was as high as 85. "Um... Miss Lydia... let Master have breakfast." Sherry, who was holding up a small rectangular table, seemed to be getting impatient and began to urge Lydia. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sherry, I'll get up right away. I'll have the doctor check on me again later." Upon hearing Sherry's words, Lydia blushed, realizing her inappropriate behavior, and quickly got up to leave. Before leaving, she ruffled Wilson 's blond hair, leaving behind a lingering floral scent. Sherry immediately placed a small table on the bed. The small table held a few grilled sausages, fried eggs, baked beans in tomato sauce, a few slices of toasted bread, a glass of orange juice, and a glass of milk, all framed by small wooden boards. Each dish looked simple, but they were all delicious, carefully selected by the head maid and prepared by the senior cook—a rather luxurious breakfast for this era. Shortly after the meal, the doctor examined her and said there were no problems and everything was fine. The maids had been anxiously waiting, finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the manor offered excellent benefits, and working for the lord was an extremely fortunate thing. Dressed in formal attire, Wilson strolled through the manor. Although he retained some of his past memories, the fusion with those of a transmigrator made him completely different from the Wilson of the past—a truly different person. His days of unconsciousness felt like he'd lived on Earth for over thirty years. Everything in the manor was both familiar and strange, especially the entire city of Eckwin, Wilson's territory . This world belonged to the steampunk era, with steam engines and electricity already existing, but weaponry was distorted. Due to the existence of magic and knights, there hadn't been much development. Eckwin City, where he was located, was the largest city in the central region and the Duke's primary territory. While called a territory, it was really just a place to collect money ; the city's main power was still managed by the mayor, and the lord only wielded considerable influence. After wandering around the familiar yet unfamiliar manor for half a day, he returned to his room that evening. There, he saw Sherry lying on her side on the spacious bed . As her personal maid, she was to warm the bed for him. Looking at the long, flowing brown hair and the beautiful young woman warming his bed, Wilson, now awakened with transmigrator memories, couldn't help but swallow hard. After changing into his pajamas, Wilson got into bed and couldn't help but gently hug Shirley, who was wearing a black, semi-transparent lace nightgown. His first reaction was how soft she was! Her hair was so smooth. Feeling the delicate, fragrant body of the young girl, he realized that he could never have enjoyed the bed service of a cute sixteen-year-old girl in his previous life.

"Oh, Master, I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep again..." Sherry
woke up abruptly at Wilson's touch, turning to face her master.
Sherry's fair and delicate face, almost like something out of a photograph, and her
long, flowing, coffee-colored hair added to her beauty. Raised as Wilson's personal maid since childhood, she was
like a child bride and childhood sweetheart, making the transmigrated Wilson's heart flutter.
"Sleep..."
"No, Master, I want to serve you in bed! After your birthday last month, I should give you some experience
. We must do it today!" Sherry's face flushed, her thin, sexy nightgown
revealing , relentlessly tempting Wilson.
Such a lovely young girl was begging to serve him in bed; how could Wilson resist? He breathed heavily and abruptly
sat up, pinning Sherry beneath him. Their eyes met, her hair spread out like spilled coffee on the bed.
Sherry lay there, looking demure and ready to be taken, but for some reason, Wilson felt no
reaction in his lower body.
Wilson reached for Sherry's small breasts, roughly an A-cup, their
hot, tender texture palpable even through the thin fabric.
"Are they too small, Master? I…I…" Sherry's eyes dimmed slightly; she was deeply self-conscious about her small
breasts.
"No, it's fine, I like it very much."
"It must be because my flat chest can't arouse your desire, that's why you've never let me serve
you in bed.
" "I really love small breasts."
Wilson couldn't help but lift the thin gauze nightgown, his hands and mouth working together as he lay on Sherry's petite body,
licking her pink nipples with his tongue, enjoying Sherry's soft breasts like a cream cake. The little
cherries on them were already engorged and hard, and her fair breasts were covered with saliva.
"Ah~ Master... don't bite... it hurts!" Sherry couldn't help but cry out as Wilson gently bit her nipple,
and couldn't help but push away the head buried in her chest with her hands.
"Mmm...I...I know Master likes me...ah!"
"Hehe...so delicious." Sherry beneath him looked delicate and alluring, her breasts covered in saliva.
It hard to imagine that such a beautiful brown-haired girl, even after being treated like this, still looked so lovable and allowed to
be ravaged at will. For Wilson, who had never seen such a beautiful and obedient girl on Earth, this was extremely exciting
.
Then, Sherry gently helped Wilson pull down his pants with her slender, delicate hands, her legs slightly parted to reveal
a black thong. "Master~ Come on, I'm ready, take my virginity~"
But even so, Wilson couldn't get an erection. His heart was burning with desire
, but his body remained unresponsive. He could only rub his tiny penis against Sherry's black panties.
Sherry, aroused, was already wet, her eyes glazed as she looked at her master's handsome face, waiting for her
beloved master to take her virginity, or rather, for her to take her master's virginity.
"I...I...maybe next time." Wilson suddenly remembered why he hadn't let Sherry serve him in bed before—
because his body simply couldn't get an erection. He was furious.
Suddenly, tears welled up in Shirley's eyes, and she said sadly, "Sigh... Master... Do you think
I'm not attractive enough?"
"No... no, you're a super cute and beautiful girl, I love you so much, maybe next time."
Wilson thought he could probably solve it through the system, but it seemed he'd have to be cuckolded.
Shirley heartbroken appearance pained Wilson, and he couldn't help but want to give her a comforting kiss.
Just as Wilson was about to kiss her, Shirley turned her head, allowing Wilson to only kiss her cheek. "Master...
the princess will be here soon, I can't accept your kiss, I'm just your maid."
This world was rather conservative; kissing was something only couples did. Most respectable women would uphold their chastity
like devout Catholics, while promiscuous prostitutes could engage in group sex in the street, or even become public sex
toys. However, even prostitutes who could freely perform oral sex generally wouldn't let strangers kiss their lips. Although Shirley
was a personal maid, she knew that her master had a princess fiancée. Before their marriage,
she could only provide Wilson with sexual experience.
Sherry touched her eyes, smiled at Wilson, and said, "But I know Master likes me,
hehehe , so you must give me your virginity tomorrow!" She got up to leave.
"Don't go! Stay and sleep with me!"
"No, I can only give you sexual experience, how can I sleep with you? We need Her Highness's permission to sleep together.
"
Sherry declined Wilson's offer with slight difficulty, wearing her sexy lingerie, and went back to her
room.
Wilson couldn't help but sigh. She seemed to have strict etiquette. His princess fiancée
would be arriving in a few weeks. In his memory, she was a blonde beauty who was cold to others but passionately devoted to him. She was
a famous genius in the empire, exceptionally strong, and stunningly beautiful, known as the "Flower of the Empire," practically the most beautiful woman
.
He hoped to regain his sexual ability as soon as possible, but a hint of doubt crept into his mind about being cuckolded. Was it really okay to let the pure, lovely
Sherry, who had given everything for him, be used by another man?

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