Chương 1: Chapter 1
A young man of age twenty sat in a dimly lit room, the glow of the computer screen silently illuminating his features as he surfed the internet.
While not possessing world-class beauty, his appearance was undoubtedly striking. With fair skin, a sharp nose, and rare gray almond-shaped eyes, he would easily earn an 9 rating from anyone appraising his looks.
Wavy brown locks framed his face, the bangs falling effortlessly across his forehead, adding a touch of casual elegance to his looks.
"Hmm...most things are largely the same with a few minor changes here and there, but they're so minute that they shouldn't affect my predictions much," I mumbled while shutting down the computer and yawned, stretching my body.
I stood up and gazed out the window, though the view offered little scenery beyond a landscape of concrete and towering metal structures. Nonetheless, the sight filled me with an excitement I hadn't felt in a long time.
"Heh! Who would have thought transmigration was a real thing?" I mused with an amused look.
I was, in fact, not from this world, having traveled into this one just a few hours ago. At first, I had panicked—as anyone would upon waking up in an entirely different person's body and an unfamiliar world. But I was the type to quickly adapt, and after an hour of self-contemplation and mind-fucking my own mind with existential questions, I accepted my situation and moved on.
It wasn't too difficult to let go of my old life, really. While successful previously, I had endured some unpleasant setbacks, so I was quite excited to begin anew here.
One of such setbacks being the time when infighting over our family's inheritance, ultimately forced us to divide our generational wealth and reducing our total assets by nearly half.
It was all because of an ungrateful stepchild of my useless father. If only my grandfather had been alive, he would have pathetic excuse for a father a lesson.
I didn't exactly hate my father from the start. The man had been good, loving, and attentive when I was just a child. But everything changed after his wife/my mother's death in a violent gun fight.
He was initially consumed by anger and a thirst for revenge. But once he learned that those responsible were famous and powerful gang members, he became weak and broken like a pussy he was.
He gave up, and became a leach who leached off the family's wealth to attend parties, drink, do drugs, and God knows what else, all in a vain attempt to numb his pain—leaving me, just a child, alone and uncared for, save for a trusted maid.
At some point, he even brought home a new wench to our home, spending his days either fucking with her or being too much intoxicated on drugs.
I had tried to help him but he was too lost in his own world of grief and vices. Eventually, I gave up, and bid my time until I turned eighteen and could legally claim my share of the inheritance, then leave that toxic environment behind.
But when I was sixteen, he did the unthinkable and went so far as to welcome the wench's bastard son from another man into our home as if he were family to enjoy its amenities as if they owned the place.
I could only seethe with rage at the sight of these undeserving leeches, but could do nothing except watch.
From that moment, I knew he was goner, never to return. So I tried to take my mind off his downfall by immersing myself in the passion of learning to fight. With the unexpected help of my dear maid, whom I thought was just a regular maid but actually turned out to be a martial arts expert, I trained in jiu-jitsu, Krav Maga, Muay Thai, boxing, and more. While mastering them all in just two years was impossible, my natural talent allowed me to progress faster than most.
Like that, those two years passed slowly. While I trained and studied, my useless father, his wench and her bastard son frivolously splurged nearly $2 million of my wealth. I sometimes questioned, how can a man I once looked up to could be so thoroughly deceived and played around like a child by a gold digger.
Had I not lost my beloved mother too? Does he think he is the only person who has ever lost someone?
He was so pathetic, that I couldn't look at his face anymore.
But it seemed that I had still thought too good of him, which he chose to shatter, particularly on my birthday.
As on my 18th birthday, my so-called great father decided to surprise me with news. The news being?... ofcourse his marriage to a gold digger.
I was already expecting this, so I wasn't really surprised. However, it seemed he was in a race to climb to the top of my hate list. Just when I thought he couldn't become any worse, he proved me wrong.
If I'm being completely honest, this one did hurt me somewhat at that time. Discovering that not only he had married a gold digger, he also changed the family's will and included her bastard son's name in it.
That day if my maid hadn't intervened, I would have strangled them together that night. It wasn't just about the money; but it was the betrayal that cut the deepest.
I could still remember the contempt in his eyes whenever he looked my way. I'm not sure when such hatred formed in him for me, but at that moment, I no longer cared.
I knew if he could, he would have even struck my name from the will entirely, but he lacked the power to do so.
So at eighteen, after claiming what little was left of my inheritance, I left that house with my maid.
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As for how I died in my previous life before transmigrating, well, let's just say it involved finally taking down the entire gang responsible for my mother's murder.
That waste of space I called as a father may have given up or forgotten all about avenging her, but not me. Righting that wrong of my mother's death was always my endgame, even if the coward couldn't see it.
As for what happened to my father and his new family, well, let's just say it wasn't such a good ending. After all, I am a petty person, and I don't leave someone even a bit of happiness if they have ever wronged me.
But enough about that my story. Let's focus on the here and now.
I gave my new body a once-over, assessing the physical foundation I had to work with. "Hmm...no obvious injuries, that's a plus. But damn, this body's in shit shape - scrawny as hell with zero muscle tone. Just a one-mile run would probably have me wheezing like an old man." I chuckled. "Lucky for me, I can rebuild this thing into a tank within six months of hardcore training. And height-wise, I've got no complaints standing tall at six-one."
Suddenly remembering an important thing, I quickly dropped my pants to check below the belt. "Tsk, how could I almost forget the main weapon as a man?" As I looked down, a satisfied grin spread across my face. "Well, well...the family jewels are looking nice and hefty. The ladies will definitely approve."
But as I was about to pull my pants back up, the door of my room suddenly opened. A bit startled, I turned to the door only to see a stunning and mature woman gaping at me - her eyes wide and face flushed red as she gazed at my profile.
"Uh, Auntie?," I said instinctively, though It was my first time interacting with her, but the memories of this body helped.
I saw her tremble a little as my gaze landed on her. As her eyes met mine, she quickly averted them and said stammering "Um...Dae Ho? Can you... cover up?", though I caught her still stealing sidelong glances.
I chuckled inwardly at her reaction but pulled up my pants. No need to make the poor woman more flustered than she already was.
As I looked at her, her appearance triggered memories about her background. I quickly recalled that the body I am currently inhabiting was adopted by her and her husband after his parents passed away. Since then, they had taken care of him.
After straightening my clothes, I gestured for her to enter. "Please come in, Auntie ."
"R-Right, of course," she murmured, seeming to regain her composure as she took a seat on the bed. Her body language was still a bit stiff and awkward though.
"What's the matter? It's getting pretty late," I said, aiming for a casual tone to put her at ease.
"I, uh, actually wanted to talk to you about something," she replied, still avoiding direct eye contact. Her cheeks remained slightly flushed.
I blinked, tilting my head and stared at her for a moment before leaning back casually. "I'm all ears. What's on your mind?"
Eun Ha didn't know why she suddenly felt so flustered. Perhaps it was catching an eyeful of him exposed moments ago.
She also noticed something different about Dae Ho - not just a feeling, but his mannerisms too and it worried her greatly.
The way he spoke, the confident way he held himself on the bed, the assured gaze he fixed her with. It was a stark contrast to the usual awkwardness she had seen with him, like he was an entirely different person.
But she quickly dismissed that nonsensical notion like how that can even be possible.
"Go on?" I said, my eyes trailing over her side profile appraisingly. I had to admit she looked entrancing in that loose caramel nightdress with a lot of her cleavage showing, while her hair was tied into a loose bun which together with her natural face of no makeup gave quite a refreshing feeling to anyone who sees it.
If I didn't know from my memories that she was actually a mother of two, I would have thought she was a woman in her prime.
And from these body memories, I recalled her name was Jong Eun Ha.
I saw her trembling slightly at my words, pursing her rosy lips as if battling internally. Finally, she turned to face me directly, cheeks still flushed.
"Uhh…Daeho…do you know how to masturbate?"
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