Kenta stood up, violently dusting the dirt off his expensive but ruined trousers. He glared at the massive, locked doors of the Vanguard estate, his fists clenched.
Then, he looked up at the sky, waiting. He looked left. He looked right. He even spun around in a full circle.
"Where the fuck is the System?" Kenta muttered aloud, his voice echoing in the empty courtyard. "I am supposed to have a System, right? Every time I read one of those transmigration novels, the main character gets a cheat code! A status window! Something!"
Silence greeted him. Only the wind rustled through the courtyard trees.
"Damn it," Kenta groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "I was so happy. I thought I finally had a better life. A mansion, a loaded bank account, a MILF mother and two ridiculously hot sisters to mess around with... but what the fuck is this? The old owner of this body was completely shit! A degenerate who gambled it all away!"
He kicked a pebble, watching it skitter across the dirt.
"Ahh, you can't do anything about it now, Kenta," he sighed heavily, picking up the small, pathetic sack the guards had thrown at his head. "If I stay here, those guards are going to put an arrow through my skull. I guess I have to go to that barn."
With slumped shoulders and a dark cloud hanging over his head, Kenta began the long, humiliating walk toward the edge of the territory.
It took him nearly an hour of trekking through overgrown paths to reach the Murkwood border. When he finally broke through the tree line, the structure loomed ahead of him.
It was huge. The barn was a massive, sprawling wooden building, clearly designed to hold dozens, if not hundreds, of livestock. But it looked completely abandoned. The wood was weathered, the roof sagged in places, and weeds grew high around the perimeter.
"Why the fuck am I supposed to be in a barn?" Kenta complained, his legs aching from the walk. "There are not even any animals here. What kind of inheritance is this? It's just a giant, rotting shed."
He approached the massive double doors at the front. He grabbed the rusted iron handles and pulled with all his might. The heavy doors groaned in protest, sliding open just enough for him to squeeze through.
As he stepped inside, the sunlight cut through the dusty air, illuminating the interior.
Kenta stopped in his tracks, blinking in surprise.
"Is this barn really abandoned?" he muttered, looking around.
From the outside, it looked like a ruin. But inside... it was surprisingly clean. There were no massive piles of rotting manure, no thick curtains of cobwebs choking the rafters. The dirt floor had been swept flat. Fresh, sweet-smelling hay was piled neatly in the empty wooden stalls. It smelled like dried grass and wildflowers, not decay.
"It looks like someone is living here," Kenta observed, his brow furrowing. "Ahh, whatever. At least it's good enough to spend a night. I don't care if a homeless guy is squatting in the corner. I just need to sleep."
He began to walk down the central aisle, his shoulders slumped, dragging his sack behind him. The exhaustion of the transmigration, the shouting match, and the long walk was finally catching up to him.
"Mannn, why am I so unlucky..." he grumbled to himself, staring at the floor. "From a rich noble to a barn hobo in less than an hour."
As he walked past the largest stall near the back, he heard a sound.
Zzz... snort... zzz...
It was a soft, rhythmic snoring.
Kenta stopped. He turned his head slowly toward the stall. He peeked over the low wooden gate.
His eyes snapped wide open. His jaw practically detached from his skull.
"What the fuck..." he breathed, dropping his sack.
Lying in the center of a massive, incredibly soft pile of hay was a girl. But she wasn't just a girl. She was a walking, breathing, unbelievable fantasy.
She was sleeping on her back, her limbs sprawled out lazily. She was incredibly voluptuous, her body soft, thick, and bursting with raw, fertile curves. She wore a tiny, strained cow-print bikini that was fighting a losing battle. Her breasts were absolutely gargantuan—heavy, plush, and spilling out of the sides and top of the flimsy fabric, rising and falling heavily with every deep, snoring breath she took. Her stomach was soft and incredibly inviting, leading down to a bikini bottom that was swallowed up by her wide, child-bearing hips and incredibly thick, juicy thighs.
But it was her non-human features that made Kenta's brain short-circuit.
From the base of her spine, a long, tufted cow tail swished lazily in her sleep, brushing against the hay. Nestled in her thick, messy hair were two large, fuzzy cow ears that twitched instinctively at the sound of Kenta's voice. And resting against her collarbone, strapped to a thick leather choker around her neck, was a shiny golden bell.
"Is... is that a cowgirl?" Kenta whispered, his eyes glued to the heavy sway of her breasts. "She has a tail. And cow ears. And a bell on her neck... wtf..."
Jingle.
The sound of his voice caused her ears to flick violently. The bell around her neck jingled as she shifted in the hay.
The cowgirl slowly stopped snoring. She let out a soft, sleepy moan, bringing a pair of plump hands up to rub her eyes. She stretched, her back arching, causing her massive breasts to push dangerously close to popping entirely out of her bikini top.
She blinked her large, doe-like eyes, struggling to adjust to the light.
Then, she saw Kenta staring over the gate.
She froze. Her tail stopped swishing. The sleepy haze instantly vanished from her eyes, replaced by pure, wide-eyed shock. She pulled her knees to her chest, her heavy breasts squishing together.
"Who..." she stammered, her voice soft and incredibly sweet, trembling with fear. "Who are you?"
The sheer audacity of a squatter asking him who he was snapped Kenta out of his perverted trance. His frustration from the entire day boiled over.
"You tell me who the fuck are you!" Kenta yelled, pointing an angry finger at her. "It's my barn!"
The cowgirl flinched at his yelling, her cow ears drooping flat against her head in distress. She looked at him with an innocent, utterly confused expression, tilting her head.
"What...?" she murmured softly, her bell jingling lightly as she trembled. "You... your barn...?"