Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Dominance And Debauchery As for why he could do such an immoral and degenerate act so easily, it was because from his memories he found quite a number of shocking discoveries, one of the most shocking being that the boundaries of morality and shame surrounding sexual intimacy were nonexistent in this world. The inhabitants, going about their daily lives, could engage in the most explicit acts without a second thought, not even caring about the presence of family or anyone else. For them, sex was a sacred ritual, a primal act of union solely aimed at conceiving the next generation. The act itself, devoid of romanticism or sensual delight, was seen as a mere biological necessity. The idea of enjoying or relishing in such an act was perplexing, even unfathomable. This unique dynamic allowed for a level of sexual liberation that would be unimaginable in his own world, rendering the lines between morality and degeneracy blurred and irrelevant. That’s the reason he took the risk, as for the limits? He had to test them himself, because when it came to stuff like this,his previous self was a blank slate. As she continued to work her deft fingers along his rigid length, she became more and more confident and seeing him enjoy as she stroked harder, her touch became more fevered, her grip tighter. She was like an artist, a maestro of carnal delight, and he was her willing canvas. Each stroke, each twist, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, elevating him to dizzying heights of ecstasy. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body taut as a bowstring, poised to snap at any moment. He tried hard to control, to enjoy this moment longer, but alas, with a shuddering cry, he finally erupted, his hot, thick seed spilling forth in torrents, painting her face and boobs with its sticky essence. She froze, a look of incredulity washing over her features as she stared at the weird slimy liquid dripping from her chin. "What...what is this?" she stammered, her voice trembling with shock. Even though he was on cloud nine, he still felt a burst of euphoria at her reaction, his climax intensifying further at the innocent and confused look on her face. Realizing further that she likely had no concept of this primal and fundamental aspect of male biology. And from his memories he found that semen was believed to be just another form of urine. But he knew the truth - this copious release was the very essence of his pleasure, a physical manifestation of his most intimate desires. Still, he tried to explain the concept to her, to make future action easier, anyway, there is no such thing as sexual shame in this world. "It’s...it’s what happens when a man’s body feels really, really good, a release of pent up tension that brings both relief and joy." he managed to gasp out, his mind reeling from the sheer magnitude of his release. She listened intently, a look of reverence on her face as if he had shared some profound truth. She nodded, still visibly perplexed but not judging. "I see," she said, wiping a trail of his cum from her face with a thumb. "Are you okay now?" He nodded vigorously, a bright, dazed grin spreading across his face. "Thank you, Aunt. It doesn’t hurt anymore." Hearing this, her smile broadened, a note of pride appearing in her voice as she said. "If you ever feel that way again, just let me know, okay? I’ll help you." The way she said it, with a hint of pride and a generous smile, made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest. As he looked at her, cum-speckled face aglow with a sense of accomplishment, an overwhelming sense of satisfaction washed over him. In this moment, with her offering him such tender care, he knew he’d do anything to please her, to bring that radiant smile to her lips again and again, though the one he would love would definitely be this cum filled smile. And the forbidden nature of their relationship only added to the intensity of pleasure. He couldn’t wait to explore many more wonders and secrets the human body held, with her by his side. As he settled back into his bed of furs, a peculiar sensation crept through his stiff limbs. It was subtle at first, but gradually intensified. To his astonishment, the heavy lethargy that had gripped him since he was transmigrated began to melt away, replaced by a tingling sensation coursing through his limbs, allowing him to follow move around a bit, but he still decided to continue pretending for a bit longer, and in this way he could using the excuse of pain to go even further. But still, to encourage her, he showed a bit of movement. Suddenly witnessing this remarkable change, his aunt gazed at him with a mix of incredulity and awe and felt an even deeper conviction that the unusual technique she had employed - her skilled hand massage - was indeed the catalyst for this extraordinary phenomenon. Looking at the expression on her face, he knew that he had succeeded, but still leaving that aside he was equally astonished and glad by the discovery of these weird effects, his mind racing with various reasons and implications. After contemplating for a whale, he came to the conclusion that the only reason for this could only be the release just now, even though he felt a bit incredulous, he still couldn’t help believing. ’Damn even something absurd like transmigration is possible, so why couldn’t something like this be possible and maybe it is his standard cheat he got due to transmigration,’ the more he thought, the more it made sense. This discovery could significantly expedite his recovery, potentially allowing him to return to his wandering ways sooner rather than later. And to think, he now had not one, but a myriad of beautiful women from the tribe eager to be claimed as his own. The very thought sent a shiver of anticipation through his revitalized body. And if he could really get stronger this way, then this primitive wouldn’t be such a bad place for transmigration anymore, maybe it would be a blessing. Once again, looking at Lyra, despite the overwhelming urge to throw caution to the wind and ravish her right then and there, Sol knew he had to proceed with restraint. In this world, sex was a sacred act, not to be taken too lightly. He would have to pace himself, building up to more carnal exploits with his aunt. But the realization that his aunt, normally a prim and proper figure, was now his personal sexual guide still filled him with an intense sense of excitement and arousal. As he lay there, envisioning the pleasures that awaited him with the other women. He knew that his days of being a virgin were gone, and a new era of dominance and debauchery awaited him among the tribespeople.