The world spun around him as his consciousness slowly clawed its way out of a whirlpool of darkness. Bright sunlight pierced through his vision when he opened his eyes, dragging him back into reality—an unfamiliar one at that.
"You're finally awake?"
The voice, clear and melodic, rang out like a chime of silver bells. Darren sat up with sluggish movements as fragments of clarity pieced themselves together inside his mind.
His gaze turned instinctively to the right, and in that single heartbeat, whatever lingering haze of sleep clung to him evaporated completely.
Standing before him was a woman whose beauty defied reason.
She was tall, taller than most women he had ever known and the sight of her stirred something primal in him. She was more beautiful than anyone his eyes had ever rested upon.
Her hair, a silken wolf cut of shimmering silver, caught the sunlight as if every strand was made of liquid moonlight. From beneath it rose two elegantly curved horns that crowned her head with a regal yet dangerous allure. Her eyes, deep violet, seemed to pierce straight into his very soul.
Evernight.
The name blossomed in his mind as though etched into his very soul. He knew, without anyone telling him, that she was the woman who had struck the great bargain that forever altered his destiny.
Though this form of hers was only an avatar, the sheer weight of her presence made his heart pound. She looked absolutely stunning, dangerously captivating.
The white shirt she wore was fitted and partially restrained by a leather harness that accentuated her ample bosom. Her shorts, cut high at the waist, revealed thick, juicy thighs that seemed sculpted to drive him mad.
Her lips curved into a playful smile the moment she noticed the heat in his gaze. Carrying a tray, she glided closer and sat gracefully at his side. Lifting a steaming bowl from it, she extended it toward him. "Drink this. The herbs will help stabilize your soul and bind it firmly to your body."
Darren accepted the bowl without protest. The sour, almost medicinal soup went down in one swift gulp. He lowered the empty bowl and looked at her with a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I've got a mountain of questions for you… but all of them can wait."
Evernight tilted her head knowingly, amusement glimmering in her violet eyes. She didn't need to read his mind, his intentions were written plainly on his face.
In the blink of an eye, Darren leaned forward, pushing her gently back onto the bed until she was lying beneath him, his face buried shamelessly between her breasts.
Her soft chuckle vibrated against him as she caressed his hair. "This is a new body. It will take time before you adjust fully. Are you sure you want to push yourself so soon?"
"What do you think?" Darren's smirk was roguish as his hands pressed against her sides, slowly climbing upward. As much as he savored burying his face in her cleavage, his true goal lay higher still, those alluring lips of hers.
Her smile widened, eyes glinting with playful approval at his stubborn determination. Without resisting, she pulled him down, and their mouths crashed together.
Like a ravenous beast, Darren kissed her. Her lips were shockingly sweet, honeyed with a faint undertone of alcohol that left him dizzy and intoxicated.
He deepened the kiss, lost in the addictive flavor, as his hand slipped beneath her shirt. His palm found her breast, kneading it like dough, savoring the warmth and softness that seemed to mold perfectly to his touch.
The sensation was electric. It was a thrill unlike anything he had ever known, a bliss that made him crave more.
Desire surged like wildfire, urging him to conquer, to dominate this divine, untouchable woman who now lay beneath him.
The world outside ceased to exist. They drowned in each other, hands wandering, grasping, exploring, fueled by reckless hunger.
Darren had been with women before, but none compared to Evernight. She wasn't just beautiful, she was overwhelming, seductive, a living embodiment of temptation.
And she didn't resist him. On the contrary, she let him indulge himself freely, taking liberties as though his touch had always belonged to her.
For Evernight, the sensation was pure euphoria. She had waited for this...for him...for an eternity. Now, every brush of his hand, every greedy kiss, set her entire being ablaze with pleasure.
Yet, even as her body cried out for more, she remembered her promise.
Breaking their kiss, she drew in a shaky breath. Her hand traced his face gently, violet eyes shimmering. "As much as I want you to consume me right here and now… I can't."
"Why?" Darren murmured, lips brushing against her neck as he pressed kisses along her nape, his breath hot against her skin.
Her fingers threaded through his hair with a tender stroke. "Because I made a promise to Asty. We vowed to celebrate our reunion with you together. We don't love each other in a romantic sense, but after so long by each other's side, we share a bond too deep to betray."
Darren bit lightly at her ear, drawing a soft moan. "So you want me to wait… while being tortured by the sight of your sexy body?"
"Ahm~ I'm sorry. If you want, ahn~ we can still do it. Asty would understand, hmm~" Evernight gasped, trembling as his tongue flicked her ear, shivers cascading down her spine.
A wicked grin spread across Darren's face. After planting one last searing kiss on her lips and collarbone, he pulled back and rolled to the side, though his hand remained firmly clasped with hers.
Evernight blinked in surprise, her tone incredulous. "You don't want to?"
"Believe me when I say this," Darren replied, eyes steady, "I've never desired anyone as much as I desire you right now. But I'm no brute. I'm a man who respects his partner's wishes. If you want to wait, then we'll wait."
Her lips curved into a delighted giggle. "Hehe… thoughtful as ever. That's why I told you, it doesn't matter that you've new memories. Your soul hasn't changed. You're still the man we all loved."
"I guess I should thank my past self for that."
She hummed softly, standing with elegant poise. "Stay here. I'll bring you the medicines that will help your body heal completely and stabilize your soul."
"Sure," Darren answered easily, though his eyes betrayed him, trailing shamelessly after the sway of her hips as she walked away. Only now did he notice the sleek, black tail swaying with her movements, its motion as alluring as the rest of her.
He leaned back on the bed, mind spinning. Even for someone adaptable as him, this situation was… absurd.
'So let me get this straight. I've gained two sugar mommies, who also happen to be divine goddesses, and they're the ones who transmigrated me here. My mission now? Become strong enough to be worthy of them. At least there's no looming final boss waiting for me… right? Heh. Either way, life just got interesting.'
Darren felt no lingering regret about his past life. He had contemplated ending it more than once, after all. He had prayed for excitement, and now the heavens, or perhaps the devils, had answered. He now had two breathtaking women utterly devoted to him.
'Heh, jackpot. That body of hers alone is enough to make me thank every version of myself that endured hell so I could be here. My past self… you really did me a favor.'
As for Evernight and Astrea being dangerous or using him for some hidden agenda? He couldn't bring himself to care. He had seen the raw, desperate hunger in Evernight's eyes, and while it was terrifying in its intensity, it also thrilled him.
Even if they were devils, they were beautiful devils, seductive succubi incarnate. Only an idiot would turn down such an opportunity.
'Damnation. I really am a hopeless pervert.'
His gaze dropped to his own body, examining it with intrigue. His hands were large, fair, and powerful. His arms were sculpted with dense muscle, strength radiating from every fiber. He flexed experimentally, eyebrows lifting in awe.
"How did I end up with this? If this is transmigration, then I feel sorry for the guy who lost it. This body is insane. Even the top actors and models back home can't compare."
"You don't need to worry about that."
Evernight returned, carrying a vial filled with glowing purple liquid. "This body was created specifically for you."
Darren was surprised. "Wait, you can actually do that? Damn. Well, thanks for picking the best one."
She walked closer, her voice soft and entrancing. "It's yours. We forged it from fragments we salvaged, then enhanced and perfected it while waiting for your return. It's a vessel at its peak, filled with limitless potential and unmatched talent."
She handed him the vial. Darren drank it without hesitation, warmth blooming inside his stomach and spreading through his veins until every discomfort and awkwardness of inhabiting a foreign shell melted away. In moments, it felt as though this body had always been his own.
Evernight leaned in, hooking her arms around his neck. Her violet eyes shimmered with mischief as she whispered, "There's one more thing. To complete this vessel, we infused it with genes and bloodline. As much as we love you… Asty and I gave you our essence."
Darren froze. "Wait, doesn't that make me your son?"
"Kind of." Her smile turned devilishly playful. "This body may have been shaped with our essence, but you're not truly our child. Our avatars can't bear children, and in our divine forms, it's nearly impossible. Still…" Her lips curled into a smirk. "You could call us Mommy. After all, we are your sugar mommies and in another sense, your mothers. So? Will you call us that?"
Darren grinned wide, eyes glinting with mischief. "I don't mind calling you Mommy, as long as I get to dominate that thick ass of yours."
Titles, roles, labels, they were meaningless to him. What mattered was who yielded in bed. And he had no intention of submitting.
"Then Mommy will tell you everything you need to know, my dear son." Evernight giggled, her voice dripping with excitement. "I won't lie… this forbidden mother-son romance feels so deliciously thrilling. I'll gladly keep up the roleplay."
"Whatever makes you happy, Mommy."