Chapter Text
A long, drawn out sigh escapes my lips as I sit at my computer. 'I finally finished this stupid essay.' Even my thoughts feel tired as I melt into my seat. My comfy pajamas from Christmas urge me to jump into bed and not wake for another twelve hours, but my aching cock is too needy to ignore at this point. I had left it alone all day so that I could finish this essay on American history. It cannot wait any longer it seems. Faint clicks come from my mouse purposed for gaming as I exit out of Google Docs and open up Twitter. I push down my pants and underwear and slowly pump my cock as it loads up, a modest size of five inches. It pulses in my hand needily as a bead of precum leaks from the head. A groan echoes from my mouth as the first of my recommended tab appears.
A white woman with a fat ass bounces on a black dildo, moaning lewdly as her ass claps on the living room floor where she has the dildo stuck. My hand speeds up as another groan comes from my mouth. Despite being white, I find myself enjoying porn featuring a black cock much more than ones containing white dicks. My eyes are drawn to a tattoo of a spade that wiggles with every bounce of the woman's thick cheeks. "Fuckkkk, I love tattooed sluts." I say out loud for some reason. My hand is pumping my cock as fast as I can while my other scrolls down to a video of another white woman being pounded by a real black cock. She gags and moans around another, equally as large cock as loud claps and squelching sounds emanate from her ass. My cock twitches and I feel my load shooting up it. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum already!"
I squeeze my eyes shut and groan as a small, watery load erupts into my hand. A white flash shoots across my closed eyes and suddenly, I can't feel a thing. Not the pleasure from my recent orgasm, not the wet sliminess of my cum, not even the softness of my shirt against my chest. I open my eyes and see pure black. An effort to look around provides nothing, just a black abyss. I can't even tell if I actually moved my head or not because all I see is uniform black. A screen pops up in front of my face. It should have startled me, but nothing wells up in my chest.
The Blacked System: White Male Edition
Is placed at the top of the screen. I don't know what Blacked means, but I am a white male. 'Blacked System? What does that mean? Where even am I?' Reading further down, I find two options. I can select either cuck, or sissy. There's no descriptors or hints as to what either of them means. Thankfully, I've heard of a cuck before. It's not something that's ever interested me so I choose the sissy option, whatever that means. I see the box including sissy turn a bright pink and then disappear, and then suddenly a feeling of being flown through the air takes me. Crying. I hear crying very close. 'It sounds like a baby?' Hunger rumbles through my stomach and I realize the crying is coming from me. Struggling slightly, I lift a hand in front of my face and find chubby, baby fingers splayed before an oak wood ceiling. Large, slender hands shadow my face as they reach into the crib(?) to pick me up. I am hoisted into the arms of a beautiful white woman. My crying is stopped as she pushes me onto her nipple. Forced to suckle, I gulp down her milk as she coos at me. "Such a pretty little thing you are, Luceil. You are going to grow into such a pretty boy." A similar screen to the first one pops up in front of her face.
First Mission: White Sissy
A Feminine Upbringing:
Despite being born a male, your soul feels out of place.
It desires femininity.
Live until you are eight years old as femininely as possible.
Reward: Magic of your choice, Skill of your choice
I stare at it, shocked as I continue to nurse from my supposed mother's teat. I never even thought about being anything other than a man in my first life, and now it's telling me to groom myself into a femboy? 'That reward seems amazing though. I get to choose any kind of magic I want? It's probably random for everyone else in this world.' I decide then and there that I will complete this mission so that I can feel the joy of magic, a joy I would have never had the chance to in my old life. I spend the next eight years of my life learning about the world through private classes my noble family bought me and rejecting every manly thing I come across. Eventually my family learns I like being feminine and begin to treat me as a girl, rather than the son they thought they were going to raise.
Status:
Name: Luceil Von Laedr
Birthrights: Ancient and Noble house of Laedr, Country of Wilhelm, Star Magic
Age: Eight years old
Magic: Star, ???
Skills: ???