Slowly, Kael’s eyes fluttered open.
The very first thing he saw was a woman.
Hair black as the depths of midnight cascaded down her delicate shoulders in silken waves. It framed a mature, sensual face, her skin as pale and smooth as freshly fallen snow.
She had high, regal cheekbones and full red lips slick with a faint, glossy sheen. Intense green eyes burned beneath long, dark lashes—glassy now, brimming with tears.
Her waist tapered into an impossibly slim line before flaring into wide, generous hips, the curves gathering only where they should, sculpting a perfect, alluring hourglass figure.
It seemed unreal. The kind of beauty a man would only see on Instagram, drowned in filters and edits.
Yet there she was, flesh and warmth and weight, right in front of Kael.
That face of transcendent beauty wore a wide, relieved smile, even as fresh tears smudged her makeup.
Dark streaks of mascara traced crooked paths down her porcelain cheeks.
Why was she like this? Kael wondered, his thoughts sluggish and dreamlike.
He still had his hands on her tits—his fingers sunk deep into the soft, pliant flesh.
Heat seeped into his palms through the thin fabric of her dress. Each mound was so huge and heavy that it spilled mush past his grip, the supple flesh bulging up between his fingers whenever his hands twitched.
Kael’s lips parted, but before a single word could escape, his whole body shuddered.
A vicious headache seized him without warning, lancing through his skull.
A pained groan tore from his throat as a torrent of memories that weren’t his own flooded his mind—images, voices, names, a whole lifetime—each fragment slamming into his brain.
It took only a single moment for him to make sense of it all, his eyes flying wide.
He had transmigrated into a cultivation world.
His name was now Kael Ashen, of the Ashen family—a proud lineage of the Fallen Sword Sect, on the continent of the Gray Peaks.
A family in a small and isolated sect, but a noble bloodline all the same.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to celebrate.
He was a failure. A total, miserable failure!
No spiritual roots. No awakened cultivation. So utterly pathetic that even his own father could barely stand to look at him.
He had even suffered an assassination attempt. Which explained the dull ache throbbing through his body right now.
Wasn’t that just sad?
Fortunately, he still had his hot, loving mother. A woman who would move heaven and earth for her son.
Well... that woman was actually his stepmother, who had married his father only a few months after his real mother passed away.
Even so, she loved him just as fiercely as she loved her own daughter, his step sister.
"Kael, my love, is everything okay?" Selene Ashen whispered, her voice cracking with worry.
A soft palm cupped his cheek.
Before he could even shape an answer, she rose from the edge of the bed in a sudden, urgent motion.
Her breasts slid free of his palms as she stood. The warm, heavy weight dragged across his fingers, the plush flesh slipping free of his grip and dropping with a deep bounce.
The enormous, milky mounds collided softly against one another, the huge orbs rippling beneath the strain of her thin dress. They swung once, twice, and then settled into a slow, hypnotic jiggle.
"Mommy’s going to prepare a bath for you, my love. Stay warm—I’ll be right back!"
She turned and hurried off toward the suite’s adjoining bathroom.
Her wide hips rolled with every hurried step. Her perfect ass bounced beneath the fabric of her dress, each plump cheek lifting and dropping in turn, a quick quiver running through the thick flesh every time her heel came down.
The cloth stretched taut across the supple curves, clinging to the deep crease between her cheeks.
Kael’s gaze stayed glued to his stepmother’s plump, juicy ass until the bathroom door swung shut behind her, leaving him alone in the room.
Indeed, he had woken up in paradise.
All right—he’d transmigrated into a cultivation world. Fine, fair enough.
But... where the hell was his cheat system?
He was just about to curse the heavens themselves when a translucent screen flickered into existence with a soft chime, hovering in the air just inches from his face.
[Congratulations, host! You have been chosen by the Supreme Dual Cultivation System That Punishes Evil!]
"What a shitty name..." Kael muttered, his lips twisting.
A long, silent second drifted past after his words. The screen flickered once, almost as if offended.
Still—the fact that it was a dual cultivation system cheered him up considerably.
[The host, with his pure life dedicated to punishing evil men who possessed beauties they didn’t deserve, has proven himself worthy to be the heir to the system, the one destined to end the greatest evil plaguing this world: the so-called arrogant young masters!
Steal their wives, and with them, their talent!]
Hearing that, Kael nodded slowly, his face splitting into an utterly satisfied grin.
A system that let him take the wives of arrogant young masters and, along with them, their talent and cultivation.
Wasn’t that just absolutely wonderful?
’Wait a second...’ His head snapped up. ’My father in this world is an arrogant young master—and my step-sister is engaged to one too!’
His pulse hammered in his ears.
He really had landed straight in paradise.
’System, I have something like a status screen, right?’ he asked mentally, and an elongated, translucent screen materialized in his vision.
[Name: Kael Ashen
Age: 20
Cultivation: Not Awakened
Race: Human
Spiritual Roots: Broken
Talent: Miserable
Qi: 2/2
Strength: 3
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 10
Vitality: 1
Martial Potential: 0
Soul Potential: 0]
It was... pathetic.
Truly, painfully pathetic!
Kael pushed himself off the bed. His legs wobbled the moment his weight settled on them, his frail body protesting even that little effort.
Gritting his teeth, he crossed the clearly Eastern-style chamber—paper screens, dark lacquered wood, the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air.
His bare feet padded softly across the cool, polished floorboards until he stood before the silver mirror mounted on the wall.
His own reflection stared back at him from the gleaming surface.
It was... exactly the same face he’d worn in his previous life.
fair skin, short black hair, sharp green eyes, and the rakish, handsome features of a playboy.
Only his body was different—skinny, frail, the faint outline of his ribs visible beneath thin skin. His tan was also not there anymore.
He hooked a thumb into his waistband and peered down.
"Ah... even my dick is still the same." He smiled with deep, masculine satisfaction.
In fact, it might have even been a touch bigger than before.
He was about to walk over to the window and take in his first look at the sect outside when the bathroom door swung open, revealing the breathtaking figure of his mother once again.
Selene was slightly flushed, her cheeks dusted a soft pink from the steam. Small droplets of water still trickled down the perfect, round orbs of her huge tits, sliding into the deep valley of her cleavage.
The neckline of her dress had darkened where the water soaked through, the damp cloth clinging to every curve.
"Oh... Kael, my love, don’t get up like that—you need to rest!" she scolded gently, her voice warm with concern. "Come on, go take a bath and then straight back to bed. The water’s all ready."
She hurried over, flashed a warm, tender smile, and pulled her stepson into a tight, motherly hug.
Her massive breasts squashed flat against his chest, the soft, heavy flesh molding to his torso.
They spread and bulged against him, faintly damp through the thin dress, and he could feel the steady thump of her heart buried somewhere in all that softness.
She smelled of steam and something floral.
"Okay, Miss Selene... can you bathe with me? I’m still a little weak..." Kael murmured, putting on his most pitiful, pained expression and letting his voice come out thin and trembling.
Selene looked down at him, hesitation flickering across her features.
Her stepson was certainly old enough to bathe on his own... but he was injured, after all.
What kind of terrible mother would she be if she didn’t accompany her wounded boy?
"It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy will bathe you." She smiled, taking his hand gently in her own warm, soft fingers and lacing them together as she led him toward the bathroom.
Kael let himself be pulled along. The pitiful look stayed on his face right up until she turned her back to lead the way.
A grin spread across his face.