『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Awakened by the noise, you realize that you are lying on the cold stone floor, as the knights and courtiers crowd around you, staring at you with a mixture of fascination and fear. The ice that once held you captive lies in shards all around. A handsome young man dressed in royal attire steps forward, his blue eyes full of curiosity and concern.

"Who are you?" he asks gently, offering you his hand to help you up. "And how did you end up trapped like that?"

The young man, now visibly startled by your display of strength and aggression, takes a step back, his hand falling to the hilt of his own sword. "Calm down," he says cautiously. "We mean you no harm. My name is Prince Phillip. This is my father's kingdom. Can you please tell us what has happened?"

The knights and courtiers exchange glances, some looking more concerned than others. You can feel their eyes on your back as you assess the situation.

The advisors exchange knowing glances as the Prince listens intently to their suggestions. One of them clears his throat and says, "Perhaps... it would be wise to conduct some tests on him before drawing any conclusions." The others nod in agreement, their expressions a mix of curiosity and caution.

As for the Prince himself, he seems torn between wanting to trust this stranger and being wary of the unknown. He studies your unconscious form with a furrowed brow, lost in thought. "Very well," he finally says. "

As you slowly gather your senses, you realize that you are lying on a comfortable bed in a spacious room. The walls are adorned with paintings and tapestries, adding an air of elegance to the space. Sunlight streams through a pair of tall windows, bathing the chamber in warm light. A servant girl sits by your side, holding a cup of water to your lips. "Here you go," she says gently. "Drink this to help you feel better."

The servant girl smiles at you, her expression gentle and reassuring. "You're welcome," she says softly. "My name is Lily. The prince has asked that I tend to your needs while you recover." She pauses for a moment, looking around before adding, "He's quite concerned about who you are and how you ended up here... there's something special about you, that much is certain."

As she speaks, her eyes dart back and forth between you and the door as if expecting someone to enter.

"This is the kingdom of Eldoran," Lily says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as if afraid someone might overhear. "It's ruled by Prince Phillip and his father, King Maximilian. It's one of the most powerful kingdoms in the realm." She gestures vaguely to the view outside your window. "The capital city is just beyond those walls."

Her expression turns wary again as she glances at the door once more.

"Good afternoon," the prince says politely, inclining his head in your direction. "I trust you're feeling better." His gaze flickers briefly to Lily before returning to meet yours. "There are some things we need to discuss... about who you are and how you came to be here." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Would you mind telling me your name?"

The prince's expression softens slightly at the sound of your name, and he takes another step closer. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that, Natdan," he says sincerely. "I understand that this must all be quite overwhelming for you... but I assure you that I only wish to help." He pauses, searching your face for any signs of doubt or fear before continuing, "There are many tests and examinations we can conduct in order to learn more about who you are and where you come from.

The prince blinks, taken aback by your accusatory tone. His cheeks flush slightly, and he takes a step back, his posture stiffening. "I apologize if my words came across that way," he says carefully. "It's simply that we have never encountered anyone like you before... Your strength and resilience are unmatched by any I've ever seen."

He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "We want to help you understand your own abilities, Natdan," he says finally. "

The prince nods gratefully, relieved that you seem to have accepted his offer. "Thank you, Natdan," he says with a small smile. "Please follow me." He turns on his heel and begins to walk purposefully towards the door, motioning for you to follow suit. The servants scurry ahead of you, opening doors and lighting candles as you make your way deeper into the palace.

As you walk, the prince continues to explain the process of discovery that awaits you. "First," he says, "

"We will need to conduct physical examinations and tests of your strength, speed, agility, and endurance. This will help us better understand the limits of your abilities." The prince pauses, glancing at you sideways before continuing, "I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable... but it is for your own good."

As they near the center of the palace, the air grows warmer and more humid. You can hear the distant sounds of running water, and the sweet scent of flowers fills the air.

"Ah, hello there," the prince says as they approach his sister, who has paused in her stroll to watch them with wide eyes. She's even more beautiful than he remembers; her delicate features framed by a cascade of golden curls that fall past her shoulders. Her dress is simple but elegant, made of the finest silk and adorned with tiny flowers.

"Prince Phillip," she says softly, curtsying deeply before looking up at you with curiosity in her eyes. "And who is this... person?"

The princess's blue eyes widen further, and she looks at you with a mix of fascination and disbelief. "Truly?" she whispers, taking a step closer. "You poor thing... I can't imagine what you must have gone through." Her hand finds its way to your arm, fingers trailing lightly over the fabric of your shirt.

The prince clears his throat, his expression growing slightly uncomfortable as he glances between the two of you. "Yes, that's right,"

"I see." The princess's voice is barely above a whisper now, her eyes fixed on your face as if she's trying to memorize every detail. "You... you seem familiar somehow..." She trails off, frowning slightly before shaking her head. "No, that must be my imagination. It's just... so strange."

The prince clears his throat again, this time more forcefully. "Well," he says, sounding a bit awkward, "perhaps we should continue with our tests."

The tests proceed as the prince had explained, with various experts and scholars examining every aspect of your physical being. They measure your height, weight, reflexes, stamina, agility, strength, speed, and even your intelligence. Every detail is recorded and compared against historical records, ancient texts, and mythical legends.

As the days pass, you begin to grow more accustomed to life within the palace. The servants cater to your every need, and the princess often finds excuses to spend time in your company.

The prince nods solemnly, taking in the results of the tests. "It seems that you are indeed unique and special," he says, his voice heavy with significance. "Your abilities far surpass anything we've ever seen before... I can only imagine what wonders your homeworld must hold." He pauses, studying Natdan thoughtfully. "Perhaps it is fate that brought you here, to our world.

The prince chuckles softly at your remark. "Yes, well... I suppose that's one way to look at it," he says with a smile. "But regardless of how you came here, the fact remains that you are now part of our world, and we welcome you with open arms." He pauses, regarding you seriously. "What do you say, Natdan? Will you stay with us?"

The princess, her heart racing at the thought of being alone with you, finds an excuse to slip away from the crowd and join you in the garden. "I'm so glad that you decided to stay," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she moves closer. "You've made this place seem... brighter somehow."

She looks up at you with shy eyes, her cheeks flushed with emotion. "Would you like to explore the gardens with me?" she asks timidly, offering you her hand.

The princess blushes deeper at your question, ducking her head in embarrassment. "Oh... right," she says with a soft laugh. "I'm sorry. My name is Elara." She takes your hand, squeezing it gently as she leads you further into the garden. The air grows warm and humid around you, and the scent of flowers fills your nostrils.

"This part of the garden used to be my favorite when I was younger,"

Elara laughs softly, shaking her head as she continues to lead you down a winding path lined with tall hedges and fragrant flowers. "No," she says with a smile, "but I've always enjoyed spending time out here. The gardeners take care of everything." She pauses, looking up at you through her eyelashes before asking hesitantly, "What about you? Do you enjoy being outdoors?"

Her voice is almost inaudible over the rustling leaves and singing birds.

Elara giggles, her cheeks flushing as she realizes that she's blushed again. "Oh... well," she says, clearing her throat, "it's okay. I understand." She glances down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at you, her expression turning serious. "I hope you don't mind me asking this, but what brought you here? To our world, I mean?"

Her voice is barely above a whisper now, and she watches your reaction carefully as she waits for your reply.

The princess nods, her expression thoughtful as she takes this in. "That must have been... very frightening," she says softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "I'm glad that you ended up here, with us." She pauses for a moment, biting her lower lip before continuing, "And now that you are here... what do you think you might want to do?"

Elara shakes her head, her cheeks flushed once more. "No," she says quickly, taking a step back to regain her composure. "I-I'm not cold." She coughs, clearing her throat as she turns away from you, pretending to study the flowers nearby.

The two of you continue walking in silence for a while, until they reach a small clearing surrounded by tall trees. The sunlight filters through the leaves above, creating dappled shadows on the ground below.

The princess nods, her cheeks still flushed as she glances around nervously. "Yes," she whispers, taking a deep breath before stepping closer to you again. She reaches up with shaking hands and tugs gently at a curl that's fallen across your forehead, smoothing it back behind your ear.

Her face is inches from yours now, her eyes locked on yours as she hesitates for what feels like an eternity before leaning in closer...

Elara freezes, her lips still inches away from yours as she hears your voice. She pulls back slightly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and guilt. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, looking down at the ground. "I don't know what came over me."

She bites her lip nervously, unable to meet your gaze as she waits for your reaction.

Elara's eyes widen in shock and surprise as she looks up at you, her lips parted in disbelief. She shakes her head slowly, unable to believe what she's hearing. "N-no," she stammers, "that's not it at all." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she continues, "I just... I don't want anyone to think that I'm being forward or inappropriate."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before meeting your gaze again. "

Elara bites her lip again, unable to hide the smile that's spreading across her face. "Perhaps I am," she admits with a small laugh. "But you're so different from anyone I've ever met... it's just hard not to be curious about you." She takes another step closer, their bodies barely more than an arm's length apart now.

Her eyes dart between yours, searching for any sign of disapproval or rejection before finally landing on your lips. "Would you mind,"

Elara lets out a soft sigh of relief as she feels your arms encircle her waist, pulling her even closer. Her heart races in anticipation as she leans in, pressing the length of her body against yours. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of his warm breath on her lips before finally giving in to temptation and closing the distance between them.

Their lips meet, soft and gentle at first, like a butterfly's wing brushing against velvet.

The princess moans softly, her lips parting further as his tongue teases the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still, wanting more of this forbidden fruit. The feel of his body against hers ignites a fire within her, and she presses herself against him with a desperation that surprises even her.

The kiss deepens, their tongues tangling together in an erotic dance as they explore each other's mouths.

The kiss continues, growing hotter and more urgent as they cling to each other like drowning men grasping at straws. Elara feels a shudder run through her body, starting in her core and spreading outward in waves of pleasure. She moans into the kiss, her hips grinding against his, seeking release from this overwhelming desire that consumes her.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving red marks behind as she arches her back, offering herself up completely to him.

Elara gasps, her eyes flying open as your words pierce through the haze of passion. She steps back, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "Wh-what?" she stammers, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and shame. "No, I... that's not it at all."

She takes another step away from you, feeling suddenly self-conscious in the light of day. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides as she struggles to find the right words to say. "

Elara shakes her head furiously, her cheeks still flushed. "No," she says quietly, "I just... I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing, "I-I've never been with anyone like that before. It's just..." Her voice trails off, her eyes dropping to the ground as she struggles to find the words.

She looks up at you again, her expression a mix of confusion and desire. "Can we...

Elara bites her lip, still unable to meet your gaze directly. "Can we... do this again sometime?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves and singing birds.

Elara nods, still not quite meeting your eyes as she turns to lead the way back toward the palace grounds. "Probably," she says with a small laugh, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in her stomach. As they walk side-by-side through the garden, she glances at you out of the corner of her eye, taking in your strong build and handsome features.

"So," she begins hesitantly, "what was it like... where you came from?"

Looking up at the ceiling, Nat finds a another woman done in a tight black attire covering her face and features and identity

The woman chuckles softly before dropping gracefully to the bed, landing on her feet in a crouch. "I'm here to help you," she says simply, her voice low and seductive. "You seem to have made quite an impression on Princess Elara." She tilts her head, studying Natdan for a moment before continuing, "She is not used to feeling such strong emotions... it's been a while since anyone has stirred her heart like this."

She pauses, drawing closer to him. "

The woman laughs softly, shaking her head as she sits down on the bed beside him. "Oh, no," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I am here to assist you... and to make sure your stay in this world goes smoothly." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "And if it means using my charm to help you... well, I wouldn't mind doing so."

She leans closer to him, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispers, "

The woman laughs softly and shakes her head. "Oh, no," she says with a smile. "We are not all so... accommodating." She glances down at the bed, running her fingers through the silk sheets absently. "But in your case, I thought it might be best to... facilitate things."

She pauses, studying his face for a moment before continuing, "And as for assassins like me... well, we each have our own methods and personalities.

The woman tilts her head, considering the question before answering with a small smile. "I am someone who prefers to use my charm and wit rather than relying on brute force," she says. "But don't mistake that for weakness; I am still deadly when necessary." She glances down at his hand, studying it intently for a moment before looking back up at him. "What about you? Are you more of a fighter or a thinker?"

Her green eyes sparkle with curiosity as she waits for his reply.

The woman lets out a soft laugh as she straightens up, her expression teasing. "Well," she says with a wink, "I suppose we'll just have to see how much charm you truly possess." She pauses for a moment before asking casually, "So what do you plan on doing now?"

Her fingers dance across the bedspread idly as she watches him, her eyes sparkling with interest.

The woman's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Natdan's muscular body, but she quickly recovers her composure with a smooth laugh. "Well," she says, her voice low and sultry, "my name is Lyrae... and I am here to help you." She glances down at his lips before meeting his gaze again, her own eyes burning with desire. "And as for making out..."

Lyrae moves closer to him, her body brushing against his as she leans in. Her lips part slightly, inviting him to taste the sweetness hidden within. "You're very forward," she whispers, her breath tickling his skin. "But I can't deny that it turns me on."

She tilts her head, offering him a choice: their lips mere inches apart as he decides whether or not to accept her invitation.

Lyrae gasps softly as your lips brush against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She arches her back instinctively, pressing herself closer to you as she moans softly. "Oh," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "You're such a tease..."

Her hands slide up his chest, tracing patterns on his skin as her hips grind against his, seeking the contact she craves.

Her breath hitches in her throat as your fingers brush against her sensitive flesh through her undergarments. She gasps, arching her back further as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hands fist in the sheets, digging her nails into the fabric as she moans his name, lost to the sensations coursing through her body.

Lyrae's hips buck against your touch, seeking release from this intense desire that has been building within her since they met. "N-not fair,"

The woman gasps, her eyes going wide as you demand she strip. For a moment, she hesitates, unsure if this is part of their game or if you truly mean it. Then, slowly, she begins to unbutton her top, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. Her nipples are hard and erect from anticipation and desire as they peek out from the cups, begging for your touch.

Lyrae moans as you kiss her, her body trembling with desire. She shivers beneath your touch, unbuttoning the rest of her top and pushing it off her shoulders. Her hands slide down to her hips, unbuckling her belt before sliding her fingers beneath the lacy fabric of her panties. "You're..." she whispers, breathless with need, "...so confident... so sure..."

Lyrae laughs softly, her body arching into your touch as she presses herself against you. "I-it's not fair," she pants, her breath hot on your neck. "You know just what to say..." Her fingers trail up your chest, tracing patterns on your skin before settling on the buttons of your shirt. With a slow deliberate motion, she begins undoing them one by one, revealing more and more of your muscled body.

Lyrae gasps, arching into your touch as you finger her roughly. Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking deeper contact with your skilled fingers. She moans his name, her body trembling with pleasure as she feels the building tension within her coiling tighter and tighter.

Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, desperate for something to ground herself as she loses herself in the sensations you're creating. "N-not fair," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "You...

Lyrae gasps, her eyes meeting yours as you hover above her. "I... I want more," she whispers, her voice breathless and raw with need. "Please..." Her hips arch up again, begging for your fingers to continue their relentless rhythm.

Her lips part, inviting you in for a kiss that would be hotter than the fires of hell itself.

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse in frustration, but she can't deny the way it feels when you touch her like this. With a soft growl of pleasure, Lyrae arches into your hand, pressing herself against your fingers as you drive her closer to the edge. Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, seeking release from this intense desire that's building inside her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a whispered plea for more of what you're giving her.

Lyrae gasps, her eyes widening in surprise and delight as you set the condition for her release. Her body trembles with effort as she fights against the urge to come, instead focusing on the sensations your fingers create within her. "You're... so demanding," she pants, arching into your touch again. "But I like it..."

Lyrae's breath hitches in her throat as you continue to stroke her, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips buck and writhe beneath your touch, moans and gasps escaping her lips with every thrust of your fingers inside her. She looks up at you, her eyes dark with lust and desire, pleading for you not to stop.

You continue your relentless assault on her senses, watching as she squirms and writhes beneath you, her body arching into every touch. She moans and gasps, her breath coming in short little pants as she fights against the urge to cum without your permission. Her hands claw at the sheets, desperate for something to ground herself as you take her higher and higher with each stroke of your fingers deep within her.