"Hmm..."
The boy seated on the bed hummed absentmindedly, still taken aback by his current situation. He crossed his arms while wondering how he came into this situation.
He glanced beside him where a beautiful older girl was lying naked with only a blanket to cover her supple white skin and figure. Her long, majestic orange-blonde hair was sprawled all over the white sheet.
It was then that it all came rushing back to him. His hazy memories started clearing up. Two separate memories integrated seamlessly causing no confusion.
He then recalled last night where it all begun. However his reminiscence was interrupted as he felt movement beside him and a soft moan.
"Mmm..."
The girl groggily opened her eyes and slowly sat up causing the blanket covering her upper body to fall causing the boy to put on a serious expression while brazenly staring at her perfectly shaped figure.
"Hmm, perfect indeed..."
She stretched out her arms and then rubbed her eyes with her fists. When she turned beside her, she saw an exceptionally handsome boy with raven black hair. His blue eyes had this sharp and serious look as if inspecting a priced art piece.
"Are you done ogling?" She chuckled, waiting for the boy's embarrassed expression but instead, he gave her a thumbs up.
"Mm! Your figure is perfect, your future husband is lucky," He grinned as if he just said the natural reply after seeing such view.
The girl was utterly flabbergasted but she quickly got out of it. She chuckled softly and quickly dragged the blanket to cover herself.
It was then that the boy spoke again.
"Would you believe if I said nothing happened between us?"
"I would..." She paused pointing at a small but noticeable patch of red on the bed sheet. "but this blood stain on the sheets and the throbbing pain I feel says otherwise."
"At least, I tried..." He shrugged before grinning, "Zephyr Rapha Sinclair, nice to meet you."
"Clarice Fia Atlee," She followed. Inwardly, she was somewhat surprised after hearing his name. Zephyr Rapha Sinclair was a famous name throughout the capital.
"What breakfast would you like?" He asked as he got off the bed and started putting his pants that was on the night stand.
"Something simple, please..." She replied, not moving from the bed. She still felt throbbing pain from last night's activities.
"Alright, I'll go down and ask the staff to prepare a breakfast for us."
He said as he walked out the room. Clarice's eyes followed his figure as he left the room, then her relaxed expression finally fell as her face flushed deep crimson. All the embarrassment she held back rushed out.
'Ahhhh, just what did I do!' She screamed internally. She just lost her virginity from a one night stand. She remembered that she went to a bar last night and had a drink where she met Zephyr.
In the first place, the only reason why she even went there was because of being heartbroken after her fiancée broke their engagement so she wanted to drown herself in alcohol. She genuinely loved her fiancée, Jilk, however that feeling has already vanished after what he did.
She didn't expect that drinking at a bar would lead to sleeping with a junior from her school, not to mention the infamous playboy, Zephyr. She has heard from the rumors that he often parties with other nobles especially girls and indulge in debauchery.
"But he seemed different from the rumors." She muttered softly. The rumors she'd heard of him said that he was an arrogant guy and treats women as toys especially those he slept with.
She recalled how he acted, granted he seemed perverted by openly ogling at her exposed body, he didn't seem as what the rumors said.
Meanwhile, walking downstairs of the hotel, Zephyr finally recomposed himself. He has already realized what happened to him thanks to the rush of the foreign memories.
"So is it transmigration? Or is it more appropriate to say I was reincarnated into this world and just recalled my memories?" He shook his head, "Nothing to be done anyway."
What happened between him and Clarice is actually quite common in noble society. In fact, nobles are more unscrupulous with these things than commoners. Some noble circles even engage in many forms of debauchery everyday. Of course only a portion of nobles acts this way and it's more prevalent among the lower nobles.
"Anyway, what is this thing? Don't tell me all reincarnators or transmigrators really receive some kind of cheat?" He scoffed at the idea as the chances of it was abysmal but curiousity got the win in the end as he clicked the envelope logo flickering at the corner of his vision.
*Click*
A new surge of information flowed into his mind regarding two skills he now had. To put it simply, he gained two incredible skills – Skill Creation and LP Conversion. The first is as the name says, he is able to create skills by using up his life force or life points (LP), the catch is that if his LP hits zero he dies.
As for the other skill, it works in tandem with his first skill. If the first skill consumes LP, the second skill replenishes the lost LP through satisfying his desires. It could be an everyday desire like eating or getting intimate with women, etc. The important thing is that LP doesn't have a clear cap so he can just continuosly gain LP through this doesn't mean he will become immortal just because his initial LP.
"Who even gave me these absurdly broken skills..." Just thinking of it gives him a headache. "Haaa...I don't want to even think about it. I'll just enjoy life as is."
He finally got on the first floor where he called for a server and got breakfast. After which, he headed right back up and had breakfast with Clarice.