’We’ll better go tell aunt to buy me clothes tons of them and hey i haven’t checked out this new body. Most importantly, how could I miss checking my dick? Although it feels heavy, but let’s see.’
Curiosity burned in his chest. Then he walked to the mirror and started checking himself out.
’Holy shit... Damn, what the hell? How am I like this and still alive, breathing this air...’ He couldn’t stop rambling.
It wasn’t his fault. He’d been below average all his existence. Living off ramens, alcohol and cigarettes.
But this dude staring back at him? He surpassed every expectation and every fantasy. This dude here will make even a succubus cum with just his eyes.
He was the embodiment of sin.
Forehead with the blessed mark, shining faintly. Silver hair with golden streaks, falling soft over his forehead. Heterochromia eyes, one blue, one silver, both ringed with gold. Like a god’s gaze.
Chest and abs perfectly carved, like a sculptor had spent centuries on them. Skin glowing faintly, like moonlight trapped under flesh.
Perfect legs, long and powerful. Perfect height 6’2.
His third leg was carved just as perfectly. Glowing faintly, thick, veiny, long even flaccid, he measured it with his eyes. Six inches Maybe more.
’Damn with this looks and body, I can get anybody on any planet. Have a harem full of beauties like myself. Although it will be hard to see a woman more beautiful than me, but still I’ll have a harem. Damn, this life just got interesting. Thank you system or whatever god brought me here.’.
This body is so beautiful that he even wanted to goon to his reflection,
The thought made him grin, then it made him pause.
Slap!
He slapped himself.
’Damn, did I entertain that last thought? I’m sure it’s this system messing with my head. This is the new me now, get used to it.’ He spoke dryly, still touching his face, his skin, like he was afraid it would disappear.
He wrapped himself below the waist with a white cloth he found, then walked to the room.
Isabel was lying on the bed, breathing faintly. Her hair was a mess, lips parted.
’Damn, she’s breathtakingly beautiful.’
He walked towards her and called, "Aunt Isabel, are you okay?"
His voice came out light and deep at the same time. It was smooth and soothing. It wrapped around the room like velvet.
Isabel turned to look at Lynx.
For a few seconds, she didn’t breathe or forgot how to.
He looked too perfect, too unreal, and his voice... it made heat crawl up her body, pool low in her stomach, and a wetness in a certain somewhere.
’Damn, what am I thinking, am I going crazy? Breath Isabel, relax. He’s your little boy...’ She swallowed hard.
"Yeah, I’m fine, Lynx. I’m just accepting the fact that now that you’re a blessed, you’ll leave me soon for the academy."
Her voice trembled.
"You just woke up and we’re not going to be able to spend time together, bonding, me making up for the lost years, because you have to leave for the academy."
The last word cracked. Her eyes were teary, her emotions were genuine, not lust.. motherly.
Then she felt it.
An arm wrapped around her. Strong, warm and safe.
She melted into it before she could think. All sorrow, all guilt, gone for one second.
’What’s wrong with my thinking today?’
Lynx comforted her. His chin rested lightly on her hair. He smelled like soap and something else. Something divine.
"Aunt, don’t think or worry about it. We’ll make up for the lost time, i can leave for the academy next month... Don’t be sad. I’ll never leave you again."
Lynx’s feelings were genuine. He had fallen for her and definitely not as a nephew, something more than a lover.
For her outherwordly beauty. For curves that could seduce and kill any man. For breasts so firm and full they threatened to spill out of her top...
But He still fell for her, the Isabel. The warmt and care he received from her was something he has never felt or received in his past life.
He felt safe around her.
"You have to leave before next week Lynx. It is really important. The academy is your future and I don’t want to delay or take that away because I’m selfish."
She pulled back, hands on his chest. Her fingers trembled.
Lynx knew about that. The Blessed academy was important to him being a Blessed.
But he wanted something else. He wanted to build a relationship with her, not as a son.
The academy was important. But as a cultured man who had always hated anything about learning, this beauty right here was his first priority.
His gaze dropped to her lips for half a second. Then back to her eyes.
The air between them went heavy.