Keeper_of_Time

Ardent expected to wake up in his bedroom after going to sleep after a drunken spree. Instead, he end up in an unknown bed, in an unknown room, in what seem to be medieval time. And that's when he knew, things about to get complicated.

Now stuck in what seem to be the past, he was not the slightest bit amused, except-

 "Wait, magic existed?!"

 In a world like his own, yet not at the same time, Ardent decided to live life as his own and do what he want. However, he soon realized that in the world of Magic, danger is always around in the corner, and he alone could not protect the people he soon come to care of.
 
 So, what does a man in his thirties in a child body does when he come to such realization? Well, build a new nation of course!

In A Fantasy Earth, So I Created An Empire From The Scratches

After having his fun with Zena, Alros looked at Alanor. The other redhead Elder Witch had turned into a drooling mess, her saliva dripping down from her gaping mouth, trickling from it to her chin and dripping down to the stage.

"Your turn." The Demon Lord said, rubbing Alanor's red ass. The redhead trembled from both pain and pleasure.

"Uugghhh~" she cried out, a single tear dropping from her eye.

"You the one asking for it." Alros calmly said, his hands rubbing her aching bottom. His fingers trailed the lines he created.

"It hurt." She cried out. From what Alros know of her, Alanor like rough sex, though she did not like being hit much.

A little spanking is acceptable but stronger blow was not something she like very much. Which was why he punishing her by whipping her ass.

"You should wait your turn like a good girl." Alros chastise the redhead, before pulling her to his embrace.

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