My name is Chris Fou Winter. I am the son of a duke, the third among four brothers, and I have one sister.
My mother rules the household with quiet strength, while my father governs our territory with firm authority.
And today, I am getting married again.
Yes, again. This is my third marriage.
Before you start thinking I am some kind of playboy, let me say this : I never planned it. Life just decided to throw me down a strange path or chosen one path.
Because I have a secret. Actually, I have more than one.
The biggest one? I am not originally from this world. I am a transmigrator.
It still sounds strange, even when I say it now. I used to read about transmigration in web novels, stories about people who died and woke up in another world with a new life. I laughed at those stories once. Until it happened to me.
In my past life, I was just an ordinary man. No special powers, no noble blood, no destiny waiting for me.
I had a girlfriend I loved deeply. One night, I made a stupid mistake. I told her about a fantasy I wanted to try, something perverted, something that should've stayed in my head.
I thought she would laugh or tease me, but instead, her face turned pale. She looked at me like she didn't recognize the person in front of her.
Before I could explain, she backed away, terrified, and ran out the door. I froze for a moment, my mind blank, then panic took over.
I chased after her, shouting her name, trying to make her stop and listen, to tell her it was just a moment of madness. But she kept running.
That was when it happened.
A truck came speeding down the street. She didn't see it. I did. My body moved on its own. I ran and pushed her out of the way.
There was a loud sound, a blinding flash, and then I lost my consciousness.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer me. I had become Chris Fou Winter, the third son of a noble duke in a world that felt like a mix of fantasy and history.
The strangest part was that the day I arrived was the day Chris was getting married.
My first wife, Eliana, was my childhood sweetheart, well, his childhood sweetheart, but I had to become him, so she became mine too.
She was everything a noble lady was meant to be: graceful, kind, and beautiful beyond words. Her eyes carried warmth and trust.
She loved me deeply, though she never realized the man standing before her wasn't the same Chris she once knew.
Our honeymoon was awkward at first. I didn't really know her, but I had to pretend I did, and the memories of Chris Fou Winter helped me a lot.
Eventually, I began to see why he had loved her. She was patient, gentle, and sincere. Maybe that is why I fell for her too, in my own way.
A year later, I married again.
The second woman in my life was Mirah, an adventurer. She once saved me from an ambush on the northern trade route.
She had a bold, friendly charm and a body that could make any man forget his thoughts. Her confidence and playful teasing often drove me insane, and her curves carried an allure that was hard to resist.
Somehow, between the danger and the laughter, we fell in love, or maybe I fell first, and then I made her fall for me.
And now, here I am again, standing at the altar for the third time.
My new bride is Sasha.
She is nothing like the others. Sasha has a pure, innocent aura around her. Her big blue eyes shine with childlike wonder. Her golden hair glows like sunlight, and her pale skin almost looks like porcelain.
She is adorable, soft-spoken, and kind. I love her too, strangely, sincerely, and completely.
The church is filled with people. My family sits in the front row. My parents are watching proudly, my brothers whisper among themselves, and my two wives, Eliana and Mirah, stand together, smiling brightly, clapping softly as the ceremony continues.
The priest's voice echoes through the grand hall.
"Do you, Chris Fou Winter, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to live together in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"
"Yes," I reply, my voice steady.
Sasha's smile warms my heart.
"Then, you may kiss your bride," the priest says.
I take a step closer, gently hold her waist, and pull her closer. Her lips tremble slightly before touching mine.
The moment feels tender, unreal, and strangely peaceful. Around us, everyone claps. My family cheers. My wives laugh softly and applaud, their faces full of acceptance and warmth.
But then Sasha looks at me differently. Her eyes, still sparkling from the kiss, hold a depth I hadn't seen before. She bites her lower lip as if hesitating to speak.
"Chris," she whispers, "there's something I want to tell you. A secret I've never told anyone."
Her voice trembles slightly. The timing feels strange, but her expression is serious. I nod, curious.
She takes a small breath, gathers her courage, and says, "I'm not from this world. I'm a transmigrator."
For a moment, I think I misheard her. The sound of clapping fades away in my head. I blink, staring at her in disbelief.
She is... what?
My heart starts beating faster. I want to laugh, to call it a joke, but the look in her eyes stops me. She is telling the truth.
Because I am one too.
Before I can speak, she continues, "And I have a system. It gave me a quest. The quest said I can't tell you the truth until I become your woman. Only after that could I reveal it."
I frown, confused. "What happens if you tell me before that?"
She gives a small, uneasy smile. "Then the quest fails. And the punishment... is that I, along with your wives, would be teleported to another world."
Her words send a chill down my spine. It sounds ridiculous, like something from a fantasy novel, but I know better. Systems and quests are real, at least for people like us.
I want to ask more, but suddenly her face loses all color.
"Sasha?" I call, gripping her shoulders. "What's wrong?"
Her lips tremble. "The mission... failed."
"What? How?"
"I told you before the system confirmed I was truly your woman," she whispers, her voice weak and afraid.
I feel my stomach twist. "But we just got married! How can it fail now?"
Before she can answer, a blue light appears around her. It starts faint, like a shimmer, but quickly grows brighter.
The glow spreads from her body like a wave. People gasp and shield their eyes as the light fills the church.
I try to reach her, but the brightness burns through everything. The air hums.My vision turns white.
And then, everything disappears.
When I open my eyes, the church is gone.
I'm standing on soft green grass under a wide open sky. The air feels strange, filled with power I can almost taste.
The sky is a deeper shade of blue than I've ever seen, and clouds float lazily across it like silver sails.
Sasha is beside me, her golden hair fluttering in the breeze. A faint light still surrounds her, slowly fading away.
I look around. There are no buildings, no people, no familiar landmarks. Only endless plains stretching toward the horizon.
It hits me slowly, like the sting of cold water.
We are no longer in the church. We are no longer in our world. We have been sent somewhere else, together.
I looked around, my heart pounding so hard it almost hurt. The grass under my boots was damp and cool, bending slightly in the wind that brushed against my face.
The air carried a strange stillness, too calm for comfort, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Something was wrong, deeply wrong.
"Eliana!" I called, my voice echoing faintly across the empty field. "Mirah!" The only reply was the rustle of tall grass swaying under the breeze. The silence that followed felt heavy, pressing against my chest until my breath came uneven.
I turned in circles, scanning the horizon again and again, hoping to catch even a glimpse of them.
But there was nothing. The church was gone, every stone erased as though it had never existed. The world around me was wide and endless, painted in shades of green and blue, yet it felt lifeless.
If Sasha's quest had failed, the punishment was supposed to teleport all of us together. That's what she told me.
So if I was here, and Sasha was here, then Eliana and Mirah should be here too. But they weren't, and the realization twisted my gut until it almost made me sick.
"Where are they…" I whispered, barely able to speak.
Sasha stood beside me, her hands trembling as tears filled her eyes.
The light of this strange place reflected off her face, turning her tears into tiny shimmering drops that slid slowly down her cheeks.
She tried to speak but no sound came out, and when she finally did, her voice was fragile and broken.
"I didn't mean for this to happen," she said, her words trembling. "This is wrong. It's all my fault."
I stepped forward and held her shoulders firmly, forcing her to look at me. Her skin felt cold beneath my fingers, her body shaking like she was about to collapse.
"Listen to me, Sasha," I said, keeping my voice steady even though fear clawed at the edges of my mind.
"We'll find them. Maybe they were sent somewhere nearby. We just need to stay calm and look."
She nodded faintly, but her eyes didn't meet mine. There was something in her expression, something distant and uncertain,that made my chest tighten.
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⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️
This story contains elements of Netorare, Netori, and Netorase. It explores desire, love, betrayal, and the fragile lines between pleasure and pain. The story dives into the darker side of relationships, touching emotions like jealousy, lust, guilt, and obsession.
If this kind of content makes you uncomfortable, please stop reading here. It is completely fine to walk away.
But if you are open to mature and complex stories that test the limits of love and loyalty, then continue reading at your own choice. You have been warned. What follows is intense, emotional, and unapologetically human.