Sunlight reflected off the glass windows of the shops, shining like scattered pearls. People walked along the roadside, laughing and talking.
"What do you want to eat today?" a mother asked her son.
Her son smiled brightly. "Sushi, Mom," he said happily.
Among the crowd, a normal middle-aged man walked slowly along the roadside. His steps were calm yet hesitant.
"My name is Ren Hoshino… just a thirty-six-year-old office worker in a small company. I spend my entire day working there, yet I've never received a single bonus or promotion. It's been ten years… ten years of working like a fool."
He let out a tired sigh.
Suddenly, a girl came rushing toward him, her huge breasts shaking violently with every step she took.
"Help me!" she shouted in terror.
Ren Hoshino looked up—his eyes instinctively drawn to her chest for a split second—before snapping his gaze past her to the man holding a gun right behind her.
"A criminal…" he muttered, panic rising in his voice. Without thinking, he stepped forward and shielded the girl with his own body.
Suddenly—
A gunshot echoed.
The man jerked violently as a bullet pierced through Ren Hoshino's skull.
Girl stared at him in panic. "Are you okay, brother?" she asked frantically.
Ren Hoshino collapsed onto the ground, his vision fading.
"Brother…? Am I… dying like this? Is this… all I managed to do in my life…?"
Those were his final words before his eyes closed, drifting into eternal darkness.
The surrounding men shouted as they rushed toward the criminal and caught him.
"This man is dead," one of them said after checking Ren Hoshino's pulse.
As his eyes snapped open, he gasped sharply. "Am I dead?!" Ren shouted, bolting upright.
He looked around in panic. He was lying in an elegant bedroom filled with a heavenly, sweet scent. Golden light filtered through silk curtains, and the entire room had a divine, almost ethereal theme.
"Where am I?" he whispered in confusion.
He stood up weakly, his legs trembling, and stared at the large luxurious bed. A stunning woman was sitting on the edge of it. She rose gracefully and walked towards him, her enormous breasts shaking violently with every step. Her tight, silky dress hugged every curve of her voluptuous body like a second skin.
"You are Ren Hoshino, right?" she asked in a low, seductive voice.
Ren looked at her with a mixture of fear and utter confusion. He took a shaky step back. "Who are you? And where the hell am I?"
The goddess smiled playfully and continued walking towards him. She placed her soft hands on his shoulders and began massaging them seductively, her fingers pressing just enough to send a shiver down his spine.
"Why are you so scared, Ren? Don't you want to complete all your dreams? To live a life where you can actually achieve everything you've ever wanted and finally be happy?" she said softly, her breath warm against his ear.
Ren felt her touch and swallowed hard. "What… what do you mean?" he asked hesitantly.
The goddess smiled mischievously and gave him a gentle but firm push. Ren stumbled backwards and landed heavily on a plush chair behind him.
"My name is Seraphina," she purred, "and I am the Goddess of Life. I watched your entire life, mortal… It was more bitter and miserable than hell itself. Honestly, you might be the only soul in all of existence who had it that bad."
Ren's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "It… it wasn't that much bad," he muttered in an annoyed tone, looking away.
Seraphina let out a soft, melodic laugh. "Oh, come on. Even I felt second-hand depression watching you eat cup noodles alone every night while crying over spreadsheets."
Before he could protest, she gracefully sat on his lap, facing him directly. Her thick thighs straddled him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Her massive breasts pressed firmly against his chest, soft and warm.
"You can't lie to me, mortal," she whispered softly, her voice dripping with seduction. Her full, glossy lips hovered just inches from his, so close he could feel her warm breath teasing his mouth. She tilted her head slightly, eyes half-lidded with desire, moving in slowly as if savouring the moment before claiming his lips.
Ren's heart hammered wildly. His hands instinctively grabbed her waist, his mind spinning with heat and panic as he felt himself getting completely lost in her overwhelming presence and the intoxicating promise of her kiss…
Just as Seraphina's lips were about to touch his, Ren's eyes flew open.
He sat up with a jolt, breathing heavily. He was back on a bed in a strange room.
"Where am I?" he said to himself, looking around in bewilderment.
His mind was suddenly flooded with new memories vivid, overwhelming images and knowledge pouring in all at once.
"What the hell is happening inside my head?" he groaned, clutching his forehead.
The flood of memories grew stronger and stronger until his vision blurred. With a weak gasp, he collapsed onto the floor.
Ren grabbed the chair beside him, using it to steady his trembling body as he forced himself upright. His head throbbed like it had just lost a war.
"Ugh… my brain feels like it got punched by a truck…" he muttered, pressing his fingers against his temple.
Still dizzy, he staggered toward the mirror.
And then—he froze.
His eyes widened. His soul practically left his body for the second time.
"W–WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! WHO IS THIS GUY?!" he shouted, pointing accusingly at the reflection like it had personally betrayed him.
The boy in the mirror stared back.
Same movements. Same panic.
"…Don't tell me…" Ren slowly stepped closer, his heartbeat climbing like it was trying to escape his chest. He reached out and touched the mirror—then immediately grabbed his own face.
"…Okay. That's my face. That's definitely my face. But it's NOT my face!"
He poked his cheek.
It poked back.
He pulled his skin slightly.
"…Yep. Not a dream. Unless dreams now come with HD graphics and touch feedback…"
Ren cupped his face with both hands, staring deeply into his own reflection like a detective solving the most ridiculous case in history.
"Did my soul just… get transported into another body?" he whispered.
He paused.
Then frowned.
"…Wait… is this reincarnation? Possession? Or did I just get kidnapped by some cosmic idiot?"
He suddenly slapped his own cheeks lightly.
"Focus, Ren! This is not the time to question the universe's terrible management skills!"
Taking a deep breath, he looked around the room more carefully this time.
The place was entirely wooden—walls, furniture, even the ceiling beams. It had an old, almost historical feel to it, like he'd just walked into a period drama… or worse, a low-budget isekai.
"…Great. Not only did I get a new face, I also downgraded my interior design," he muttered.
His gaze then landed on a framed photograph sitting on a nearby table.
He picked it up.
In the picture stood three people—a man, a woman, and a young girl—smiling warmly.
Ren blinked.
And then—
A sharp pain pierced his head.
"Ah—!"
Memories that weren't his flooded his mind like a broken dam.
Faces. Names. Emotions. Fragments of a life he had never lived.
Ren staggered slightly but didn't fall this time.
"…I see…" he whispered, his expression slowly turning serious.
He looked back at the photograph, his eyes now carrying understanding.
"These people…" he muttered, tapping the image lightly. "They're this body's family."
He pointed at the woman.
"Stepmother… Liora."
Then at the man.
"Father… Ace. Dead in an accident."
And finally, the girl.
"…Stepsister. Luna."
Ren went silent for a moment.
Then—
"…Wait."
He squinted at the mirror again.
"…So I'm living in another guy's body, with a dead dad, a stepmom, and a stepsister…?"
He paused.
"…Why does this sound like the beginning of a very questionable story genre?"
He immediately shook his head aggressively.
"NOPE. NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. I am NOT going down that route. I refuse!"
Ren took a deep breath, placing both hands on the table as he steadied himself.
"…Alright. Calm down. New body. New life. Unknown world."
He looked at his reflection again, this time with a strange mix of fear… and excitement.
"…Guess I don't have a choice."
Then he smirked faintly.
"…But seriously, at least give me a stronger body or some cheat powers or something. Don't tell me I got transmigrated just to suffer."
As the room door slid open with a soft sound, a curvaceous woman wearing a tight white dress entered inside. Her voluptuous body stretched the fabric deliciously, every curve clearly outlined.
"Aris… Did you awake?" Liora asked softly, looking at him.
Ren turned back to her with a shocked expression. "This is Liora, my stepmom… I have to act like that," he said to himself, his voice barely a whisper.
Liora crossed her arms under her huge tits, pushing them up even more prominently. She tilted her head in confusion. "What are you thinking, Aris?" she asked, sounding puzzled.
Ren forced a smile and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Nothing… just… my name is very unique, isn't it? Aris… that sounds amazing," he said to himself, flashing an extremely awkward smile while internally cringing at how stupid he sounded.
Liora rolled her eyes in confusion, clearly not buying it. "Whatever," she muttered before turning around. "Come downstairs. Breakfast is ready and you know we have to do some important work today, Aris."
She walked out, her high heels echoing in the room. With every step, her huge ass shook violently, the tight white dress barely containing the hypnotic sway.
Ren stared at her leaving, eyes glued to the sight for a moment longer than he should have. He let out a heavy sigh. "So… from now on, I am Aris," he said to himself, shaking his head before walking downstairs.
He stepped downstairs and spotted a beautiful girl sitting at the table. "She is my stepsister… Luna," he muttered quietly before walking towards her slowly.
Luna looked up at him with an energetic smile. "Good morning, Buddy!" she said brightly, her huge breasts shaking violently with the movement.
Aris gave her an awkward smile and sat down in his chair.
"I hope both of you remember we have to go to the city guild today to create adventurer IDs for the three of us," Liora said confidently while serving breakfast, her heels echoing softly in the kitchen.
Luna smiled and clapped her hands energetically. "That's amazing! I've always wanted to become an official adventurer and then become the master supporter," she said dreamily.
Aris gave her an awkward smile. "According to my memories, my stepsister Luna is a supporter, my stepmom Liora is a tank, and they both want to become official adventurers to get stronger and earn money since my dad died. And according to those memories, I'm an attacker… That's quite the same as those isekai tropes in the anime I used to watch," he thought to himself quietly.
Liora smiled as she ate her pancakes. "Eat fast and get ready to leave, guys," she said energetically.
Aris nodded. "Of course, Stepmom," he replied with a calm smile before starting to eat. "My only goal is making this life better," he said to himself with a serious tone, a quiet determination settling in his chest. A small spark of hope mixed with the heavy weight of his past regrets.