Re:Crafting in Another World
Chapter 114: Mother’s boyfriend (R-18)

Chapter 114: Mother’s boyfriend (R-18)

Christina’s POV

The world spun in a hazy blur, colors bleeding into one another like a smeared painting. My head felt light, as if I were floating, untethered from the ground. I blinked, trying to focus, and there he was—a man standing before me, his silhouette sharp against the dim light of my dorm room.

My vision cleared, and my breath caught. Shennong. His broad shoulders, the chiseled line of his jaw, those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. My heart thudded, but something was wrong—different. The usual walls I kept around myself, the restraint, the caution... they were gone. Vanished, like smoke in the wind.

I stumbled forward, my voice slurring as words spilled out before I could stop them. "You... cheater. Are you cheating on my mother?" My gaze roamed over him, drinking in the way his dark hair fell just so, the strength in his frame. Gods, he was handsome. Too handsome. "You shouldn’t... shouldn’t cheat on her like that, sneaking into the Archmage’s office. What are you even doing here?"

Shennong’s brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. "Christina, what are you talking about? You’re not yourself. Come, you need to rest." His voice was calm, steady, but there was an edge to it, like he was trying to rein in something.

I giggled, the sound foreign to my own ears. "Rest? Oh, no, no, no. I’m fine. Better than fine." My eyes locked onto his, and I felt a heat rising in me, unchecked, wild. "You’re so... handsome. Why do you have to be so handsome? It’s not fair to her, you know. To Mother."

"Christina, you’re not well," Shennong said, stepping closer, his hands outstretched as if to steady me. "Let’s get you to a bed. You need to lie down."

I swayed, my legs unsteady, and before I knew it, my towel—the only thing covering me—slipped from my grasp. It pooled on the floor, leaving me bare before him. My skin flushed, not from embarrassment, but from the fire coursing through me. My curves gleamed in the soft light, my body a canvas of smooth lines and soft shadows, my chest rising and falling with each quick breath. I felt alive, every nerve singing, every inch of me aware of him.

I stepped closer, closing the distance, and pressed myself against him, my arms wrapping around his neck. His scent hit me—earthy, warm, with a hint of something spicy that made my head spin even more. "You smell really good," I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear. My voice was low, sultry, not entirely my own. "Did you always smell this good?"

Shennong stiffened, his hands hovering over my bare shoulders, not quite touching. "Christina, this isn’t right. You’re Cassandra’s daughter. We can’t—"

"Cassandra’s daughter," I echoed, my lips curling into a pout. "Is that all I am to you? Just her daughter?" I pressed closer, my body molding against his, feeling the heat of him through his clothes. My heart raced, and a strange thrill coursed through me, like I was daring the universe itself.

His breath hitched, and I could see the conflict in his eyes."You’re warm,"

I didn’t know what had taken over me, but I knew I wanted to kiss those lips. I was looking right at them and I realized how tasty they must be. What happened to my guilt? This is my mother’s boyfriend I clinging.

"Christina..." Shennong muttered, as he looked like he was at the end of his line. I noticed his penis was hanging out of his trouser...rather thick and veiny. Did my mother?

I had a wild thought but I quickly dismissed it and looked at Shennong’s lips, once again.

***

While Christina was fighting her own battle, Shennong knew this had taken a completely different turn from what he had expected. At first, he just wanted to relieve himself since he hadn’t done anything in a long time, but he could never have expected that it would lead him to this situation.

"I don’t want to stop," she whispered, her lips curving into a pout. "I’ve always wondered... what it’d be like. With you." She leaned in, her breath warm against his mouth, her intent clear.

Her face, so much like Cassandra’s yet uniquely her own, was a siren’s call. Her lips were soft, parted, begging. The memory of Cassandra’s touch, her fire, flickered in his mind, but Christina’s closeness was a different kind of heat—raw, untamed.

She didn’t relent. Rising on her toes, she pressed herself closer, her lips grazing his. "Please," she breathed, her voice a mix of plea and command. "Just once."

He should’ve pushed her away. He should’ve walked out. But the sight of her—her beauty, her vulnerability, her unfiltered desire—cracked something in him. Against every shred of reason, he let her close the gap. Their lips met, tentative at first, a brush of warmth that sent a jolt through him. Then she deepened it, her mouth hungry, her hands tangling in his hair.

*Chuuu *Chuuu

The kiss was fire—hot, steamy, consuming. Her lips were soft but insistent, her tongue teasing his, drawing a low groan from his throat. He kissed her back, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer despite the alarms blaring in his mind. She tasted sweet, like forbidden fruit, and the way she melted into him made his blood roar.

"Christina," he murmured against her lips, half a protest, half a surrender. Her hands roamed his chest, tugging at his tunic, her fingers clumsy but determined while Shennong grabbed Christina’s slightly moderate ass.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I want this. I want you."

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his breath ragged. Her eyes were wide, pleading, her lips swollen from their kiss.

"Whatever! Why would I hesitate...a beautiful woman is telling me she wants to have sex with me...so as a man I should do it," Shennong muttered to himself and went back to kissing Christina, but this time it was even more intense.

The sound of her soft moan sent a jolt through him, his arousal evident in the veiny penis that was slightly touching Christina’s vagina.

"Gods, you’re beautiful," he rasped, his lips trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. Her scent—sweet, musky, intoxicating—filled his senses, driving him further into the abyss.

His hand then caressed Christina’s smooth cheek and tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear, while sweetness flooded his heart, making his heartbeat rise. And he felt that he could do anything for this cute creature in his embrace as he realized how much he wanted to protect this favourite human mother and daughter duo in his life.

’Sorry Cassandra, your daughter is now mine... hehe!’ he chuckled inwardly at how ridiculous it sounded. His left hand slithered into her from right behind, to get a feel of her soft meat garden before sliding into her ass valley until it reached her moist entrance.

His two middle fingers then teased her moist lips between her soft young thighs. A moment later, as if responding to his touches, her pussy leaked out her honey, and he knew it was ready.

His two fingers then slowly entered her now wet entrance and began moving in and out in the next few moments.

Christina’s upper body had already reacted as she hugged Shennong even tighter; her breathing became ragged.

"Mnnn..." And it didn’t take long for his lovely Christina to moan in delight.

His crotch began to move involuntarily as his lust started taking over him. Her womanly aroma only aroused him further, making him unconsciously leak out his pheromones as they ran rampant in the bedroom.

*Squirt*

She had a light orgasm which prompted her to wake up from her trace a little. She felt her body hot and itchy as her craving arose. An incredible sensation tingled her pussy, and she understood what was happening.

She opened her eyes and tilted her head backward to take a look at Shennong, just to get her mouth sealed by Shennong. His tongue slithered into her mouth like a snake while she involuntarily provided her tongue, and they intertwined.

They kissed like that for a while before Shennong felt that he could no longer wait. And just like what he had done the other day, he lowered his pants to free the beast fullt from its cage and placed her thigh on his before aligning his tip against her wet entrance.

Holding his shaft, he teased her lower wet lips by scraping his tip against it. Another gush of squirt gave him the green signal as he held it in the right place and pushed his hips forward. And unlike before, Christina just lifted her hips a bit to make his entrance easier and,

*Squelch*

It slid inside, making Christina gasp due to the sudden jolt of pleasure she felt throughout her body. Her hand moved to his cheek as she resumed kissing her beloved mother’s boyfriend once again.

As a sign of her first time, a little trickled through her thighs which should have caused her some pain, but because of Shennong’s effect she couldn’t even feel the pain.

His left hand moved beneath her waist, and he decided to use a bit different position this time. He broke the kiss and gestured to her to lift her head from his hand, and as she did, he raised his upper body until he supported it on his elbow.

He pushed the pillow under her head as she rested on it, and his arm was under her neck. Now the position was perfect for thrusting, so he slowly began moving his hips. Her alluring blushing face was right before him, so he passionately began kissing her.

A few light thrusts later, his rod slid inside her reaching her womb, and just as it poked her womb entrance, her body twitched with the sudden jolt passing to her head, and she moaned, widening her eyes, "Mnnn!"

Shennong looked at her and wondered whether he should go all the way and make her his woman. Clouded by lust, he still hadn’t found an answer—Christina was the youngest woman he had ever been with, and the closest to his own age.