With a scream of complete agony, I reflexively shoot up clutching my chest as if trying to claw my heart. The muscles in my arm scream with a searing, white-hot burn, a fire that spreads across my pectorals and into my shoulder blades.
My throat feels raw, stripped bare from the powerful shriek that tore its way out.
Panting heavily, each breath a desperate, ragged gasp, it takes a solid twenty seconds for the phantom pain to dissolve, leaving behind only the ghost of a memory.
My body is drenched in a cold, clammy sweat that clings to my skin like a second layer.
I don't even have a second to register the abrupt shift to the waking world, or anything for that matter, because at that moment, the door to my room bursts open with a sound like splintering bone, the frame cracking under the force.
My older stepsister, Kayla, storms in, her expression promising a swift and brutal death. Her huge, bouncy double-D breasts sway alluringly, a mesmerizing pendulum that instantly stirs a primal heat within me, even as she radiates pure, unfiltered rage.
"Hey... Are you really that suicidal? Because I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! WHY IN THE FUCK ARE YOU SCREAMING AT 2 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING?!?" she screams, her voice a guttural snarl.
A vicious punch slams into my gut, a blow delivered with the practiced ease of someone who knows I won't fight back.
I know she hits me because I won't retaliate. But still... Was that punch really necessary? I'm 6'5", 240 pounds of solid muscle. What in the hell is she trying to accomplish?
To appease her, I hold my stomach, hunching over and pretending to wheeze like a chain-smoker, all while she glares at me with utter disgust.
Her face, a flawless sculpture of perfect skin and sharp angles, remains unmarred by her fury.
"Go back to sleep, you annoying piece of shit. And don't you dare let me hear another sound."
With those words, Kayla turns. The bouncy, pure perfection that is her ass jiggles through her shorts, causing an involuntary and instant arousal.
The truth is... I've always, and always will be attracted to her. Pathetic, I know, but it's the god's honest truth.
Something about her—the way she moves, the toxic energy she gives off—makes my body react without fail.
Kayla's 24 years old. She's 5'3" with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her huge breasts seem even bigger on her small frame.
Her hourglass figure is so perfect it's almost a caricature of itself. Her ass is so huge that if a guy doesn't get aroused from it, he must be gay.
Her voice is like a verbal aphrodisiac, but what really gets me going are her small, beautiful, dainty feet.
She often walks through the house barefoot, and the combination of her perfect body, her intoxicatingly toxic attitude, and those feet makes it no surprise that I've been head over heels for her since my dad married her mom.
After she exits my room, the silence is deafening. I try to fall back asleep, but the vivid nightmare and the even more vivid image of Kayla's enraged face make sleep impossible.
Standing up as quietly as I can, wincing slightly at the shakiness lingering in my body, I flip on the room lights. I look at my reflection in the broken mirror in the corner of my small, horrible 'room'.
I call it a room, but it's actually a repurposed shed in the backyard of my father's two-story brick home.
Given my father's disgust with me, and the gold-digging stepmother and her equally awful children, aka my stepsiblings, I was deemed trash and promptly moved from the main house to this only barely humane shed.
Anyway, as I stare into the mirror, staring back at me is an athletic, good-looking 18-year-old kid. I stand at a solid 6'5", with vivid blue eyes and medium-length, ink-black hair.
Definitely not the type of guy you would think a vain and materialistic girl like Kayla would ever hate, but here we are...
She's the most materialistic person I've ever met; she'd reject the best-looking man alive if he were poor. I was about to turn away when something strange catches my attention. On my shirtless, chiseled chest is a tattoo I know for a fact I've never gotten. I do a Tom and Jerry style double take subconsciously.
At first, I figure it's a "prank" from Ryan or Jack, done while I was asleep. But looking closer, I realize there's no way those middle-school idiots could do something this complex and cool, let alone being wiling to do it for me.
It's a golden infinity sign that appears to be dripping, placed on my right pectoral. It looks kinda badass, in all honesty.
But what worries me is the fact that I knew with absolute certainty that I hadn't gotten it intentionally, raising more questions than answers.
As I'm busy inspecting my new ink, a sudden noise startles me. I jump, thinking one of my siblings is here to confront me, but upon turning, no one is there.
Then, it appears with a sound no true Otaku could misinterpret.
[Ding! You have successfully fully assimilated the Bloodline passed to you from your mother.
"Progenitor High Human".
You have obtained two personal inborn abilities derived from your Bloodline, and innate potential.
A passive inborn ability [Eternal Youth] and an active inborn skill [Ex Nihilo] have been awakened.
• [Eternal Youth] prevents the occurrence of cellular aging.
• [Ex Nihilo] allows you to create anything and everything you want to create from thin air, with no inhibitions, drawbacks, or weaknesses.
Since the introductory explanation has been given, the system panel will now self destruct in 5... 3...4...2...1....]
After staring in pure shock at the rapidly dissolving system panel, an expression of pure incredulity graces my face.