"Damn it… Let's take a bath first. It's not like I have to go to college."
Jae-min wanted to keep flirting with his sister-in-law, teasing that pretty married face a bit longer, but the gym had drained him dry, leaving sweat clinging with a sour stink too sharp for his ego.
With a sigh, he headed for the only place in this house that felt like his, his old bedroom, where the door creaked open to reveal a room sealed in time.
A wave of emotion hit him, blending rage and nostalgia with something twisted and hot curling in his gut.
It looked the same: blue walls, soft bed, and a gaming PC that was once his pride.
The desk still bore chipped corners from late-night rages, and seeing it after 15 years was surreal, yet it convinced him he had indeed traveled back in time.
Thanks to his father's modest business, they weren't poor, and everything a high schooler could want was here, though that comfort masked a white lie.
In this room, he had bled, cried for acceptance, and felt crushed by betrayal while everyone smiled at the dinner table.
He peeled off his soaked gym shirt, the sweat making it cling, and stepped into the bathroom. The mirror was fogged, stained at the corners, but it reflected enough.
He turned on the shower and caught his reflection: six feet of coiled muscle and tight skin. Fair and sharp features. Long black hair fell to his shoulders, a broad chest, veined arms, abs like sculpted marble, and hanging between his thighs, a heavy, massive cock, thick and long even without an erection.
It was the kind that once embarrassed him in locker rooms but now felt like a weapon of mass destruction.
"Damn it… With a body like this, and I still got played? Money really is everything."
Back in school, his brother had once been jumped by a few punks.
Jae-min, just a scrawny kid following in his shadow, decided then he'd get stronger, strong enough to protect him.
He trained obsessively, chased strength, and built himself into something men feared.
Who would've thought the same brother he tried to protect would be the one to stab him in the back?
But it wasn't surprising.
Even with a good body and somewhat pleasing looks, he wasn't rich enough. He was more of a fantasy for women than someone they'd want to spend their lives with.
When the water turned cold, he shut off the shower, ran a hand through his wet hair, and stared into the mirror, his eyes glinting with cold resolve.
After drying off, he threw on a black T-shirt and loose jeans, then stepped out of the bathroom, his old life gone the moment he awoke.
The next time he smiled, it wouldn't be from kindness, but first, he needed a plan for the events yet to come, to seize every opportunity.
"Jae-min, come eat; the food's ready."
Well... forget about future planning...
Thus...Jae-min forgot about everything else, his voluptuous sister-in-law had cooked for him, and that was enough to pull him to the dining hall right off the kitchen.
The table was loaded with dishes, the mouthwatering smells hitting him hard, proof of how much effort she'd put in.
"Damn, Noona, this smells amazing."
"Really! You think so?"
She stood there in a tight blue tank top that didn't hide her curves at all.
Her beautiful, heavy breasts strained against the thin straps and low neckline, drawing his gaze, and her green eyes sparkled with nervous excitement, a small mole below her plump red lips adding a teasing charm.
The kitchen's heat had left her top damp, clinging to her back and tracing the curve of her spine. Sweat glistened under her breasts, the fabric sticking tight, outlining every lush curve of her body and making her nipples faintly visible through the material.
If Jae-min didn't know her innocent nature, he would've thought she was deliberately seducing him, but she'd always been this way, unaware of her stunning beauty and sultry charm, pushing his mind to the brink of losing control.
"Let's dig in, shall we?"
"Absolutely, I'm starving."
Min-soo brushed a strand of hair off her flushed face with the back of her wrist, her cheeks pink from the heat and excitement. She slid into the seat opposite him.
Just like that, five minutes passed, and her brows furrowed...
Min-soo wasn't very good at cooking, since her loving mother rarely let her help in the kitchen growing up.
Now, only three days into her marriage with Tae-hyun, she was feeling lonely because he was away on a business trip.
As a newlywed, she couldn't help but feel a bit sad and nervous, longing to fit in with her new family.
Hoping to chase away the boredom and make a good impression, she really wanted to bond with her brother-in-law, Jae-min.
So, even though she wasn't sure if her cooking was any good, she tried her absolute best to whip up tasty dishes for him, worried about seeming out of place if she didn't connect with the family.
"You haven't said if it tastes good. Or are you just being polite?"
"Polite? No. Anything my sister-in-law makes is at least five stars. Presentation alone gets you three."
"Pfft... ridiculous. You've known me for, what, four days? And you're already giving Michelin ratings? What if I make mistakes?"
"As beautiful as you are, I don't think you're capable of making mistakes."
With that, he coaxed a joyful laugh from her, her adoring eyes fixed on him, though the mood shifted as she nearly forced him to eat far more than his stomach could take.
Their conversation soon turned to his life plans, especially thrilling since it was his first year in college, marking his seventeenth year.
The mention of college stirred a pang of unease in Jae-min, dragging up sour memories from his past life.
Those years hadn't been the thrilling adventure he'd dreamed of, and academics were never his strength.
Now that he thought about it, it was still January 2019, just a year before the global pandemic would unleash chaos and many opportunities.
"Jae-min, where's my mother-in-law? Haven't seen her since yesterday"
"Well… Noona."
Jae-min's mood darkened at the thought of that woman; the hatred and animosity from two lifetimes weren't easy to shake.
He already envisioned pinning her beneath him; he didn't care if she was his stepmother in this life.
He had clearly set the goal to impregnate both her and sister-in-law.
"Noona, she left last night. There was an accident at her boutique shop. I think she'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Oh… that explains it."
Now that he considered it, hadn't another incident happened around this time, a woman jumping from the Seongok High rooftop to take her own life?
At that moment, a mature woman with a warm personality and a sinfully enticing body flashed through his mind…
Finally...
After thirty minutes, they finished lunch. Jae-min offered to help with the dishes, a polite gesture his sister-in-law accepted with a smile.
As she worked at the sink, he couldn't stop his eyes from devouring her perky, plump ass, the fabric clinging so tightly he imagined ripping it off... though he masked his raging desire, ensuring she didn't catch him yet.
It wasn't time yet, but one day...