Robert Moore
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...Oh god. It's acting up again. My hatred for older men and my love for older women is acting up again. I've been keeping it supressed since I've been trying to integrate into society without giving myself out in any way for the past two years, but now that I'm in a new world where I'm considered to be the protagonist, it's all coming out again. My hatred towards older men stems from various factors in my childhood; and all the bad memories I could think of that impacted me negatively involved…
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But that is simply a guess of mine, so I don't really need to think about it too much in case I was simply thinking about it in the wrong direction and my actual objective is something different. What I should be wondering about is: why is it that my self in this world is sleeping till it's 8 PM every day and always needs his mom to wake him up? I can understand why he might be sleeping, as he might be tired from school or he may be in some physically intensive club that drains his energy. But why…
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The woman who entered my room appeared to be in her thirties and had a mature look on her face, as every adult would. She had light blue eyes that glowed like orbs. Long hazel brown hair that reached her waist and had a bundle of hair tied up in braids on the side. Plump lips that were pale pink in colour. Sharp eyebrows. Long eyelashes that highlighted her bright eyes. Lightly tanned skin that looked as smooth as ivory. And overall, she had a gorgeous visage that would make any man drool on sight. She…
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After a minute of waiting, I finally managed to open my eyes and saw that I was in a bedroom. The bedroom was medium-sized, with a single bed, cabinet, table with a desktop, bookshelf, some posters on the wall, a schoolbag, and a school uniform hanging in a corner. It looked to be the standard room of a high school boy and was quite neat and tidy. I had never seen this room before, and it was the first time I'd been here. I got up from the bed I was sleeping on to check out the room, and I…
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Just when I thought I was making a show out of nothing and was in relief, nothing happened; my vision went black, just like the computer screen, and I lost all the sensation in my body. I couldn't feel my arms and legs, and it felt like I was floating in some kind of dark abyss that was slightly warm and comfortable. I either couldn't look around or the place I was in was dark all over since no matter where I tried to look, I couldn't see any light. I knew that clicking on the link wasn't the best…
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At first, I thought it would be a simple job of closing the prompt boxes, but it's been an hour now, and I still haven't managed to close any of them. For some reason, the ads on this computer were resilient to the extreme and wouldn't go away no matter what I did. I would say that I was extremely efficient with computers and could even break into the servers of an asset management computer if I had enough time and resources on my side, which is also one of the reasons why everyone wanted me in the past…
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And if that wasn't already shocking enough, the imbecile was also watching a video with a very young-looking model while also glancing at the children at the side from time to time, which made me sick to the stomach because of how perverted it was. Children were the purest existences ever created, who are just balls of sunshine and rainbows, who spread happiness wherever they go, and were dear to me due to my upbringing. And the fact that the man was tainting that innocence with his lust infuriated…
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"A world of milfs is waiting for you, my ass! Just get off the damn computer screen, so I can go home already!" I shouted at the computer screen that was currently filled with prompts of ads you would normally find on porn sites to lure desperate men to buy their knock-off products. They were the same ads that say horny milfs are in your neighbourhood and are waiting for you to go out there and bang them by simply clicking on the link. But once you do click on the link, you get sent to some bullshit…
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Spoilers ahead, but if you want to know what you're getting into, then give the below dialogue and monologue that have already appeared in the story a read to find out. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° "You know what? Rather than telling you what it means, I should probably let you experience it for yourself...So for tomorrow, why don't I cook up some scrambled eggs and bacon, lay you out on the dining table,…
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Kafka Vanitas: The protagonist of the story Abigaille Vanitas: Kafka's mother in the World Of Milfs Camila Alvarez: The Milf next door and Kafka's…
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