Chapter 2 – First encounter

After choosing the worst, yet one could argue is the best choice for his Class Trait, it was time to start moving. The main issue was the cold, the wind wasn't strong but the simple hemp clothes didn't help at all and August already shivering from the cold.

His hair was longer now; long. silky black that reaches to his narrow waist. He bundled it together and used it like a scarf although it didn't help much. It was a seasonal forest, something easy to notice by the last few yellow and red leaves that had yet to fall. This meant animals such as bears and wolves might live here.

August let out a misty breath as he stood on a pair of delicate feet pretty enough to make even him get hard. That might sound nice but it wasn't now,  the hemp clothing did not include any footwear. In the forest which was only a few degrees above zero with all sorts of things hidden under the layers of leaves and soil, it was going to be a horrible trek.

August had no idea which way to go, the ground was a mix of earth and huge roots all over the place. It felt like a maze, a maze with who-knows-what hidden behind every root.

He finally decided to just follow the setting sun as he started to shiver from the cold, it wasn't much more than another couple of minutes before the sound of chattering teeth was heard.

The more he tried to stop the chattering, the worse it got, even walking faster to warm up wasn't enough. The quiet, barren forest with the occasional touch of red and yellow that showed the passing of autumn was a beautiful sight, a sight that was like it was out of a fairy tale as there was a frail, delicate maiden within.

His soft looks made him look young enough to give others a sense of taboo, yet his alluring lips and tantalising hips indicated his body was waiting to be claimed. August looked like an Asian middle school student that people want to see with bunny ears and a school uniform... one that has a meaty bubble butt.

Yet for all his new body's fuckability, it didn't help him get warm nor did it help him find civilisation. His originally rosy lips were blue which just gave them an ethereal charm instead, his sweat from climbing over roots and continuous walking made things worse due to the constant cold wind.

He walked for around half an hour, his careful steps made his already slow pace due to his small stature even slower. A 5'1 femboy with a sex slave class can only walk so fast and his feet were swollen; he had lost feeling in them due to the cold. Eventually, he felt himself reaching his measly limit: "I-I s-s-we-ear-r. I-I'll even suc-ck a week o-old unw-washed d-d-dick if someo-one sav-ves me right n-now."

"Hmmm~, alright, I'll hold you up to that sweetheart." In the distant future, August was never afraid to admit that he jumped right out of his skin and squeaked at the sudden voice.

"W-what?! Where are you?!" I looked around wildly, trying to find whoever it was. In his panic, he didn't even realise they were speaking English in this world too.

Out from a cluster of roots came... something, a mass of fur and animalistic beauty.

It was a bipedal beast in mail armour holding a crescent-shaped short axe. The stripes of black on orange gave away its identity as some kind of tiger.

The talking creature was around 8ft tall with a lithe physique packed with dense muscles. Behind it was a more normal-looking man, close to 6ft in height and armed with a bow alongside a whole lot of pocket filled with who-knows-what.

The man was Caucasian with brown hair and a pointy chin, it made him look permanently bitter somehow.

But none of that mattered to August so much as the sensory overload caused by a walking wall of predatory muscle appearing in front of his even smaller new body. He took an involuntary step back and fired with the first thought that came to mind, "U-uh, you will?"

August felt like an idiot, just because the fur monster's voice sounds feminine doesn't mean he isn't a man. 'Wasn't I an obvious example? Now I can only hope this huge killing machine isn't as touchy about it as I was.'

The tiger looked in amusement as the most harmless little thing they had ever seen seemed to try and make itself even smaller. Not that the tiger could imagine that being possible, not only would it be hard to imagine an even smaller young lady, it couldn't comprehend how she could hope to hide those thicc hips and thighs. She was a walking, talking personification of breeding that also promised to suck their balls dry... 'No way in hell am I letting her take that back.'

"Well? You don't think you can hitch a ride for free do you?" Honestly, the chances of a young lady who looked barely illegal agreeing, when her flawless skin showed a sheltered upbringing, was close to zero but I can at least get a hanj-

"Can't I use my hands?"

*tch*