Reincarnated With The Pornstar Class In Another World

Damn, did I die?

I was too overconfident and charged in blindly without watching my back, only to get taken out by a measly goblin.

Suddenly, I hear strange sounds like someone sobbing. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Wait, what the actual fuck? I’m not dead yet!

I try to feel a connection to my body and slowly, it feels as if my consciousness is settling back into it. I manage to open my eyes.

What appears before me is an old, worn-out cheap ceiling that looks like it’s going to fall any second.

The walls are heavily scarred and peeling. When I look to the side, I see a familiar figure. It’s none other than Tiriana, sitting in seiza posture beside me, sobbing.

Her hair is disheveled, and her face is rough from the dried tears staining her beautiful features.

What the hell?

Is my mother-in-law crying because of me? I turn my head and notice there’s no one else in the room—just the two of us. I’m lying on a futon right now.

Tiriana seems to notice I’ve woken up. She leans forward, her eyes widening in shock like she couldn’t believe it.

"Jacob?! Are you awake?" she asks in a panicked, excited voice.

I smile at her and nod. Then I reach out and hold her hand. It’s soft, smooth, and tender, it’s nothing like you’d expect from the woman who birthed Aleena.

"Thank you for saving me. I’m sorry for making you worry. I didn’t watch my surroundings and got too excited to even protect my whole body with Mana," I say in a remorseful voice.

Suddenly, Tiriana holds my palm between her hands, rubbing it gently. "Don’t say that. Anything can happen on a battlefield. Besides, it’s my fault for letting you go to the frontline when you haven’t recovered from your amnesia and have so little battle experience. I would’ve felt guilty for the rest of my life if something bad had happened to you," Tiriana says, sobbing softly again.

Damn...

I gulp, trying not to stare at my mother-in-law’s chest. Her gown is soaked in sweat, making her poking nipples clearly visible. As her chest heaves, her breasts bounce lewdly.

Suddenly, a strong thirst hits me, it’s so intense it feels like something is stuck in my throat. My vision tinges red, and a faint scent of blood emanates from Tiriana.

"Are you okay, Jacob?" she asks with worry, leaning over the futon and partially climbing onto it to check on me as I grab my throat.

"I’m sorry, mother-in-law. I need some of your blood!" I exclaim as I feel a sudden surge of strength. This is the last stage before turning into a crazed blood-sucker vampire.

I grab Tiriana by the throat. She tries to free herself but can’t escape my grip no matter how hard she struggles.

"W-What are you doing, Jacob?"

In a flash, I flip her over on the futon and get on top of her, pinning her hands above her head with one hand.

"Wait—Jacob, I’m your mother-in-law, we can’t do this!"

I ignore her pleas and rip her gown from the neckline, exposing her chest and the flimsy bra she’s wearing, now soaked in sweat. I rip that off too.

RIP.

"Iyaaaan! Jacob, you can’t have sex with me here. Wait—uhn~"

I spot a bulging vein in her neck and sink my fangs into it. Instantly, sweet liquid floods my mouth and I suck greedily.

Tiriana stops thrashing and grows completely calm. A vampire’s saliva has that effect on its prey, the moment it enters the bloodstream, it brings deep relaxation, immense pleasure, and acts as a muscle relaxant.

"Uhaaan~" Tiriana lets out a ragged moan, her face turning red.

A vampire’s saliva doesn’t just relax. It makes the prey’s body burn hot—in other words, horny. And it looks like my mother-in-law hasn’t had sex in a long time.

Her face flushes deep red and she lazily wraps her arms around my back. Feeling her tender hands on me, the urge to touch her grows even stronger.

I move one hand to her tits and give a strong squeeze.

"Ahan~"

"Unh~"

Her voice grows more lewd and her body more sensitive. It isn’t any system skill—I think she’s just aroused and overly sensitive from long-term sexual frustration.

At this point, my blood thirst is gone. My hunger has stabilized, so I pull my fangs from her neck. The wound heals immediately, leaving two tiny, barely noticeable spots. But the saliva’s effect still lingers, and she doesn’t want to let me go.

"Touch me, Jacob~nhh~"

She lets out the words with an extremely flushed, slutty expression. My always-reserved mother-in-law is lying before me with a lewd face and bare tits right in front of my eyes.

Every rope of restraint inside me snaps. I lean forward and plant a kiss on her lips. She kisses me back fiercely, like a starving beggar trying to devour my mouth.

Such youthful vigor.

My hands move downward, spreading her legs while raising her gown and revealing her smooth porcelain skin. It’s flawless and tender.

I run my hands up her thighs, lifting the gown higher.

Then I break the kiss and look down. She’s wearing an undergarment. I remove it, then pull out my cock from my pants.

Tiriana’s face is still flushed, her breathing ragged. She’s completely consumed by lust now and doesn’t care anymore.

Her pussy is well-shaved, maybe naturally hairless—as there isn’t a single hair. Her lower lips look incredibly smooth, just like her thighs. I grab my shaft and run the head of my cock along her slit, parting it and revealing her pink folds while feeling the intense wetness of her vagina.

"Hann~" she moans just from the rubbing.

The next moment, I press the head of my cock against her entrance, ready to thrust in— but suddenly, the door opens and a tall figure enters.

"Well... Well... looks like someone is enjoying himself. You might have gone too far, you know?"

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