Riches and Bitches: I have a gate to an isekai and leveling-up system!

'I…'

My brain ceased to work. Somewhere in the deep of my soul, I could even hear the noise of my mind's gears grinding to a halt as I stared at Fay with my eyes wide open.

She wore a pair of sweatpants and a simple, light shirt that I liked because of how light and stretchy it was. I believed it to be the right choice from the few clothes I had at hand for a girl whose build…

Well, in certain areas, it greatly differed from how I was built. And while it turned her into a picture of an impossibly beautiful tease of a girlfriend while it was dry…

Now that it was all wet, it pretty much became Fay's second skin. After soaking a lot of water, it grew a lot heavier, stretching to the limits that increased now that it was wet… Which makes Fay practically half-naked.

When it came to her pants, the situation was a bit better, as their material was thicker and thus managed to protect Fay's beauty a little bit better. Still, I was always just a single glance away from how Fay's plump, round ass held it up, despite all the added weight of the water it soaked in.

Seeing Fay like that, I could only gulp my saliva down. Stimulated beyond any reason, I dreamed of getting closer, grabbing the heavy cloth of Fay's sweatpants before freeing her hips from its weight while caressing the skin that pulling her sweatpants down would reveal…

'Do you want to fucking die?!'

The last brain cell tasked with reason in my brain somehow made it through the fog of nearly unstoppable lust that exploded in my groins. It flooded my mind with the pictures of a school-bus-sized fox, its sharp fangs, the quick job it made out of an entire group of strong fighters that I buried…

I somehow managed to close my eyes, focusing on the sense of dread I felt when I first saw that majestically massive celestial fox.

"P-peter…" Fay muttered, her soft, anxious voice tugging at the strings of my soul.

I heard the wet sound of her stepping through the puddle of water that formed all over the bathroom floor… before her clothes pressed against my chest.

Her clothes, fully rinsed, were cold… but I could sense a hint of Fay's body heat already warming them up.

"Sniff, sniff…" Sneaking her head into the corner between my shoulder and my neck, Fay sniffed around as if sensed something unusual.

"You are in heat…" she brought her lips up to my ear and softly whispered.

A shiver moved down my spine, eroding the foundation of my strong will that still kept the reins of my body.

It was too much for me to move. All I could do was stay in place, fighting off the desire with images of death and carnage that I would become the victim of if I dared to betray the trust Fay's parents imposed on me.

'Why does she have to strike every last bit of what I'm into?!' I wailed, crying to the skies as my mental armies continued to suffer heavy damage under the powerful assault of Fay's charms.

Just an arm's reach. That's all it would take to get her into my arms and lock her against the bathroom wall. A single swing of a hand would be enough to remove her clothes, another one to tear my own…

Imagining the scene that would follow was enough to erase the majority of control that I still had leftover my body. But right as I sensed how quickly Fay unintentionally wiped my self-control, my hands moved up and grabbed Fay by her waist.

The thing cloth or Fay's soft skin offered no resistance to my fingers, allowing me to sink them deep into her delicate flesh.

For some reason, just holding Fay by her waist like that made my mind go crazy, my sense of self-value skyrocketing as I established an illusionary control over this beauty…

'No!'

The last bit of reason flashed up and offered up its own life to turn the tides of my mental battle. And with the image of that massive fox, with the precision of a wild beast, leading the procedure of castration by bitting off…

"Peter… Fay is not in heat yet," Fay's voice sounded… apologetic? Guilty?

Just when did her soul-caressing voice turn so remorseful?

"Peter's in heat," Fay unknowingly upgraded her language by the indication of possessiveness. A great event in its own right… but meaningless information at the moment. "Fay's not, so we can't mate, but…"

I somehow managed to wrestle the control over my body from my lust, quickly retreating a step to part from the sensation of Fay's breast flattening on my chest…

Only for the girl to instantly advance the same distance, refusing to leave me alone. Before I knew it, her hands locked behind my back as she pressed her body against mine, raising her chin only to allow herself an upturned gaze directed at my face.

"But, can Fay help Peter?"

My hands left Fay's waist when I retreated, but somehow found their way right back when she gave chase. And as she pressed her body against mine, they locked down inwards only to rest down just an inch above the promise of the softness of her butt.

For a second, I could imagine what would happen next. Since she explicitly said she couldn't mate, I would selfishly use her beauty and willingness to satisfy my own desires, paying no mind to how she felt about it.

'For how clingy she is, she didn't really mean it in this kind of intimate way. That's obvious from how she reacted when she noticed the difference in how our mating instincts work…'

What was just a guess a mere day ago, now turned into conviction.

Stuck in another world, with her fate fully dependent on my decision…