Chapitre 1: 1.1
[Warning: Murder & Smut]
"Ugh," hoarsely groaning, I reached out to cradle my aching head, "why does it hurt so much?"
"It appears a blow to the head was the cause of this body's demise, Host," System replied internally. Its warm, fuzzy voice was just the same as it had been in the void. Only now, it was like there was a layer of distance between us.
Wincing at the bright ceiling light, I tried my best to get my bearings on where I was, before figuring out who I was.
Lavish, but generic furnishings, made me assume we were in a hotel room, one which a poor person could never dream of using within a lifetime.
"Am I really rich?" My lips curved in excitement.
When searching for a soul, I knew there was no guarantee, but I wanted one with a wealthy aura. After a lifetime of living bitterly despite the wealth around me, I wanted to compensate in this life, to enjoy wealth to the fullest.
This little blip of having been murdered, I could overcome it, so long I did not have to forsake my own comfort.
"Why can I not remember anything yet?" Pushing hard on the soft carpet below, I gathered enough strength to stand and stagger towards the vanity table.
Hands grasping its smooth mahogany wood, I glanced into the ornate mirror to discover my new face.
Deep, almost black eyes blinked back at me. Her face was so smooth, delicate, and innocently childlike, almost hidden by the jet-black damp wavy hair that clung to it.
This face was a complete contrast to the one and only face I'd had before.
No amount of mental preparation from System could truly prepare me.
I was dead. Now I was somebody else.
"I assume the memory loss is due to the head trauma, there are a few blood clots on your brain, I'm working on it, but-"
"Shh..." each word it spoke, though internal, made my headache throb worse.
Watching my face twist and turn with my every action, everything felt so surreal. This was the face of the soul who welcomed me, who accepted me in the vast void, to continue on in her place.
"She's so dainty, so young..."
She barely looked like an adult. If it were not for the heavyweight at my chest, I'd be concerned System had ignored my instructions at finding an adult body.
"Why would someone want to-"
A vaguely familiar feeling spread in the pit of my stomach, forcing my thighs to clench tightly together.
"System, what is wrong with my new body?"
"It won't hurt you for now, Host, let me focus on your brain," System seemed nonchalant at my panic. It was easy for it to say, it was only watching through me, not feeling it.
"An aphrodisiac?" I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Was it the same person who had killed her? Or was this girl just really unlucky?
"Yes, it does not seem like any from your memories, Host, if left unchecked it will damage your blood vessels, and possibly cause cardiac arrest."
"For fucks sake," I growled as another flutter made my knees wobble.
My eyes scanned around the room once more, spotting a suitcase open on the bed. Currently, I was wearing a hotel bathrobe. I'd woken in the doorway of the ensuite, it was likely the poor thing was trying to have a cold shower to alleviate herself.
"Fuck my brain, make this damn drug go away," I ordered whilst stumbling towards the bed and changing into a knee-length black dress.
"Do you know how hard it is to get a body working again?" System annoyingly argued back, "the human brain is such a complex thing, I need to focus, the aphrodisiac is not beneath you to solve."
My nails painfully embedded themselves in my palms. Why had I listened to this freeloader's honeyed words in the void?
The sounds of people walking past the door made my heart skip a beat. This body had just been murdered, logically the murderer should have fled the scene, but what if they came back?
Another wave of pleasure interrupted my panicked thoughts.
"System," I whined.
"Shh... just go find a man."
You heartless ingrate...
Taking deep breaths, I stumbled to the door, I just needed to find someone at the front desk, and get them to send me to the hospital. There'll be an antidote there, right?
At the open door, I hesitated. What if the people here were even worse than where I was from?
Back in my world, it was commonplace to watch people dying in the street whilst nobody batted an eye. Too concerned with their own panic and despair as they rushed to the safety of their own homes.
"Focus," System beamed, "new body, new world, new life."
"That's what you promised," I sighed. I had been hesitant at first; however, System wooed me slowly but surely, in that vast void I'd found myself in after death. The idea that I would be stuck there, only able to manifest things I had experienced in my bittersweet, short lifetime…
I could give these people, this world, a chance, a chance to prove me wrong.
Just as I was about to reach the lifts, the last door in the hallway opened and I stumbled into the occupant's broad chest.
My hands raised and pressed against the taut muscle under his tightly fitting shirt. My mind turned from dark to dirty within a heartbeat.
"Are you who they sent?" A mellow voice whispered hoarsely into my ear. Without waiting for my answer, he dragged me into his room. The door slammed behind me as my body was firmly pressed against it.
Not even getting a chance to see my assailant's face, lips pressed against mine, claiming them in a fury.
"Excuse me," I mumbled as his lips finally parted.
His rough hands were already lifting my dress to my waist.
"Hmm?" He hummed right into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
Only a lamp was lit beside the large queen-sized bed, but it was bright enough for me to make out the sharp, masculine features of his face.
No matter how handsome his face was, it was not what caught my attention. His hair was an unusual color, a dark silver, which when it moved under the dim light resembled the moon glimmering in the ocean on a dark night.
Golden eyes seemed to glow like stars, heavy with lust. His heartbeat was erratic, his chest heaved with each breath, and sweat trailed down his neck and trailed down the opening of his shirt...
Was he suffering from the same predicament as I? Just minus the murder?
Was there truly a God? Had he answered my prayers in my time of need for once in my life?
Just as I had been sizing him up, his hungry eyes had been sizing me up also. He'd taken a step back, creating a small space, and showing just how large the bulge was inside his black suit pants.
I gulped.
"Are you regretting it?" His languid voice was filled with a mixture of amusement and scorn.
I rolled my eyes, not wanting to argue with someone so handsome.
Reaching forward, my hand tugged at his crisp, white shirt, "why are you still dressed?"
Ignoring his arched brow, I pushed him back a step, to walk toward the bed. My legs were growing more numb as the aphrodisiac took over my head.
Hearing the zip of his pants behind me, I smirked in anticipation. I was not a virgin. I'd had a lover once before. This was a bit fast, but I could just treat it as a rebound...
As I reached the foot of the bed, I bent to climb on top. My dress was raised above my head and my body was pushed into the center of the bed so fast my eyes felt like they were rolling around in my skull.
Gathering my wits, I noticed him crawling to kneel between my legs. His eyes looked my tiny frame up and down.
"They've outdone themselves this time," he muttered to no one in particular, before roughly pushing my knees apart.
Did he think I was an escort?
Gritting his teeth, he leaned forward, and the tip of his cock threatened to enter.
"Did your master make you aware of what would happen?" He chuckled, his hand pinching my chin so I'd look at him.
Uncaring for whatever monologue he had to go on inside of his mind, only caring for the deep ache at my core, I lied, "yes, just do it."
"So long you know," he entered me without warning, without even finishing his damn sentence.
My hands instinctively pushed at his chest as something tore, filling me with burning pain. This body was a virgin, fuck.
His narrow golden eyes widened momentarily.
Scared he would stop after realizing what he had just done, my legs firmly clamped around his hips, pulling his withdrawing cock right back in.
There was a deep, animalistic need, to seek relief. No matter what happened in the next hour, this man was not allowed to leave me until my desperate need was satisfied.
An intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain erupted when he took control again, pounding into me relentlessly. The sweat on his forehead reminded me that this handsome guy was just as drugged as I was. He had been trying his best to hold back.
My hips swayed, trying to meet his speed, as the bundle of electric excitement reached its peak and I crumbled completely. Sober from the aphrodisiac, my mind started to function again.
Yet, the man had not finished yet, his mind was still muddled, whilst he continued and started rebuilding the fire I'd just extinguished.
Feeling dropped from a great height, my tired body spasmed and writhed beneath him, trying to escape the torment until he groaned and collapsed forward, merging our sweat-drenched chests.
A warm sensation filled my womb and I momentarily forgot system and panicked about the lack of a condom.
Reassuring myself, that System told me it could control the functions of the body, I let out a sigh of relief and escaped from under him to roll over and curl into the fetal position to sleep.
A devilish laugh made my weary muscles tense, ready to fight. Through my blurred vision, I noticed he was looking down at the small blood staining the ivory sheets.
"Who is your master?" He asked, now clearheaded and guarded.
Between the climax and the already poor state of this body that System was still actively healing, I was too tired to bother with him. There was no killing intent.
Forcefully, he pulled my shoulder so I lay flat on my back, "who are you?"
"Just a fellow in need, now if you aren't going to kill me, let me sleep," I moaned, my heavy eyelids fluttering as my coy voice softened to a heavy sigh.
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