Returner Fantasy

A certain news report—about an incident that had been the talk of the world online for the past few days—is currently being broadcast nationwide and flashing across television screens in every household in Central City.

The news covers women who fell victim—both those who survived but were blackmailed into silence, and those who were killed—in an incident involving abduction, rape, murder, and other related crimes.

It also reports on the culprits—both those who died in acts of vengeance and those who "fortunately" survived.

One was ravaged and eaten by the dogs they themselves owned. Another was burned alive inside the van they had used to abduct their victims, while the third was beaten to death so brutally that he was unrecognizable.

The fourth died, bleeding out from a gunshot to the crotch that obliterated his manhood.

The fifth culprit, saved by a police officer who drove off the vigilantes that shot the fourth and cut off the fifth's manhood, was arrested and put in jail, where he is currently receiving treatment.

A man without his rod and balls, charged with rape, locked in an all-male prison—everyone watching the news could already imagine the horrible fate awaiting the fifth culprit.

Last but not least was the report about the ringleader, who happened to be the only child and legal son of Central City's mayor.

He was declared missing, with only his broken balls and smashed rod found near the burned warehouse deep in the mountains—property owned by the mayor.

Though rumors spread that he was killed and buried by vigilantes, the victims' families strongly believed he was rescued by the mayor's men and kept hidden to avoid legal punishment for his crimes, proven by all the evidence gathered by the police.

The Central City mayor, meanwhile, pleaded innocence regarding his son's crimes and still remained in office despite the continuous protests—both on the streets and online—demanding his resignation.

"Well, I did see all of this coming. But still—" Jeff murmured as he watched the news, dumbfounded by everything that had happened—and that he and his friends, Kris and Marc, had caused. "—Isn't that kind of overkill?"

Jeff had expected that Trud and his henchmen would eventually be captured by the police or hunted down by the victims' families seeking vengeance. But for four of them to die in such gruesome ways—and for the survivors to lose their rod and balls—still shocked him.

"Well, they only have themselves to blame."

Of course, Jeff didn't feel any guilt or remorse for what had happened to Trud and his men. He would have preferred that all of them had died. But even though Trud had survived and was now under the care of his father—as Jeff learned after checking his location using the Returner Fantasy System, through Trud's Archive—Jeff already had a way to deal with him if he ever tried another hideous idea.

It had already been a week since that incident. In the past few days, not only Jess but even his parents had forbidden Jeff from going out alone after learning from Jess about his involvement with Trud—fearing that the mayor's men might be searching for anyone suspected of hurting Trud.

Jeff agreed to his family's request and temporarily quit his part-time job at PoruMerc Women's Gym. Still, he didn't spend his days just lazing around at home or being intimate with Jess. After all, Jess had completely refused any form of intimacy ever since they were caught by both of their mothers in the backyard storehouse.

Instead, Jeff kept himself busy researching the victims of the incident using the laptop he had used to clone Trud's laptop. He also asked Kris and Marc to secretly deliver a portion of the money—part of the twenty million dollars they had taken from the warehouse.

His own five-million-dollar share, along with his handgun, was also under Kris and Marc's safekeeping. But not for long, since he had already figured out a way to use—or rather, launder—the money.

What concerned Jeff now was the message he had just received on his smartphone—and the new quest of the Returner Fantasy System, flashing on the holographic screen in the corner of his vision.

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[Nubia: Come to my house tomorrow. We need to talk about the details of Jess's employment.]

[RETURNER FANTASY SYSTEM]

[Quest 14 – Nubia's Pent-up Lust]

[Reward – Full Responsibility]

[Objective – Satisfy Nubia's pent-up lust]

[Countdown – 48 hours]

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While Jeff was still watching the news in the living room, Jess was currently being subjected to another teasing interrogation by her mother and aunt in the guest room.

"Why is Auntie here too…" Jess muttered, flustered and embarrassed by the presence of Jeff's mother.

"You're not the one asking questions here, lewd girl—"

—AHHH~!—

At her mother's remark, a sound resembling the howl of a beast in heat mating with its partner suddenly played from a smartphone between her mother and aunt, who were sitting on the bed.

"GYAHHH~!"

Jess could only scream while crouching on the floor, completely mortified. After all, those howling sounds were her own voice recordings—captured while she and Jeff were doing it in the storehouse late at night.

"Stop it, Mom!—Not in front of Auntie!"

"Then get in the bathroom and do the test already!"

Left with no choice, Jess rushed toward the bathroom carrying a pregnancy test kit.

It had already been three weeks since she and Jeff started doing it—and kept doing it without any protection—so it was time to prove she wasn't pregnant.

After a while, Jess came out of the bathroom. As she expected—trusting Jeff's reasoning about their "perfect compatibility"—she showed the negative result, confirming she wasn't pregnant.

"Do the test again."

"Why? Once is enough—"

—AHHH~!—

"GYAHHH~!"

The second test showed the same negative result, and with it came—

"Sheesh!"

"Tsk!"

—a mix of relief that Jess wasn't pregnant and disappointment over not having a grandchild yet.

"Make up your minds, both of you!"

"However, the fact that Jess isn't pregnant, even though Jeff is always—"

"—Auntie…"

"And with that much intensity—"

"—Mom!"

Based on Jess's confession, Jeff had already cum inside her nearly forty times. If she still hadn't gotten pregnant after that many times, her mother and aunt could only think of two possible reasons—aside from the right one.

First, that Jess and Jeff were incredibly lucky not to conceive by accident.

Second, that something was physically wrong with either Jess or Jeff.

"Alright, we're going to the doctor tomorrow," her mother declared—meaning Jess had no choice but to comply.

"Why?" Jess asked, confused by what her mother was plotting.

"To get you and Jeff checked, obviously… You're coming too—right, Jennifer onee-san?"

"Auntie, please don't come."

Seeing Jess's teary, blushing face, her aunt couldn't help but spoil and comfort her—or so Jess thought.

"If that's what you want, Jess."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"You don't need to bring Jeff either—right, Jessica?"

"Ehh?…"

As Jess looked confused, her mother stood up from the bed, walked over, and whispered into her ear.

"You can just get his cum so we can bring it to the doctor—"

"—Mom!"