The pain slowly faded, and James could finally think straight. He dropped his hands from his head, and the woman holding him let go.
When he finally lifted his gaze, his breath caught.
Her face was pale, streaked with tears, her hair a tangled mess that framed her cheeks. Shadows sat heavy beneath her eyes, proof that she hadn't eaten or slept in days. Yet even in that exhausted state, her beauty was undeniable.
And her eyes—red, swollen, yet overflowing with warmth—looked at him as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
"...Mom?" The word tumbled from his lips before he even realized it.
Her expression crumbled, tears spilling fresh as she pulled him close again. "You're awake… My son, you're finally awake." Her voice broke as she held him tighter, as though afraid he'd slip away again.
Before James could process the surreal weight of her words, the door banged open.
"Sylvia! What happened? I heard a scream!" a woman's voice rang out.
James looked up—and froze.
Three women stepped into the room, each more breathtaking than the last. Their curves swayed with every step, their presence filling the space like a wave of perfume.
Sylvia quickly wiped her cheeks, composing herself. "It's alright… everything's fine now," she assured them, though her voice was still thick with emotion. Then her gaze shifted to one of them. "Serena, could you check on him? He's awake, but earlier he was clutching his head in agony. I'm worried something's still wrong."
The woman called Serena moved forward.
James almost forgot to breathe.
If Sylvia was stunning in her tear-stained fragility, Serena was sin itself. She looked to be in her early thirties, with the kind of body men would sell their souls for. Her breasts were enormous, barely restrained by a strip of fabric knotted across her chest—one dusky nipple already slipped free, bold and shameless. Her waist curved in dramatically before flaring into wide, delicious hips, and the animal-skin skirt hugging her lower body was tied at a slant, leaving one smooth thigh exposed all the way up.
She didn't just walk—she prowled. Every step made her breasts bounce, her hips sway, her body flaunt its sinful perfection.
James' throat worked convulsively.
Gulp.
The blanket over him shifted, his cock pushing up against the fabric. His eyes darted down. He felt the fabric of the blanket thingy directly against his dick.
Fuck. Am I naked under this thing?
Serena stopped right beside the bed, leaning over slightly. Her tits dangled in front of his face, one nipple so close he could almost touch it with his mouth.
"Don't worry," Serena said, her voice low but steady. "I'll just take a look."
James' cock throbbed harder. He wasn't sure if she meant checking his health… or something else entirely.
James swallowed hard, his throat clicking audibly. Gulp.
The sheet tented high above his waist, his cock straining against the fabric like it was ready to rip free.
Fuck, fuck, fuck… this is bad.
He was surrounded by women. One of them had just called herself his mother, and the others… they looked close too. Sisters? Aunts? Whatever they were, none of them seemed fazed by the obvious bulge between his legs.
And that was the real problem.
Before he could think of a way to discreetly adjust himself, Serena sat gracefully on the bed beside him. Without hesitation, she pulled the blanket away.
"Wha—?!" James' eyes widened, panic flashing across his face.
But then his shock gave way to a slow, wicked grin.
"Damn…" he muttered under his breath as his eyes roamed his own body. His chest was broad, abs cut like stone, his muscles sharp and defined. He looked like he'd been carved out of marble.
And then, lower.
His cock stood tall, thick veins running along its length, glistening faintly at the tip. Easily nine inches, maybe more. Definitely bigger than in his old life.
Well, if nothing else, I got one hell of an upgrade.
Curious, James glanced at the women, expecting gasps, blushes, maybe even shy stares. But no. Their faces showed only concern. No shame, no embarrassment, not even a hint of lust.
What the actual fuck…?
System! What world did you dump me into?
He had no time for answers. A soft, warm sensation pressed against his chest. Serena's hand rested over his heart, her palm glowing with a faint green light.
James stiffened, his mind racing. Wait—what? Magic?!
Serena moved her hand slowly across his body, the warmth following her touch. She traced his shoulders, down his arms, over his abdomen, even lower. Her fingers brushed his cock and fondled his balls with clinical precision, like she was checking any other part of his body.
James nearly exploded on the spot. His toes curled, his jaw clenched, his cock twitched violently—but still, none of the women reacted.
You've got to be kidding me. She's touching my dick! She's fondling my balls! And everyone's just… normal about it?
After a while, Serena pulled her hand back, the green glow fading.
Sylvia immediately stepped forward, eyes anxious. "Is everything alright?"
Serena gave her a calm smile. "No need to worry, Sylvia. Your baby boy is fine. Perfectly healthy. I healed every trace of damage—his body is stronger than ever now."
Sylvia exhaled in relief, bowing her head. "Thank you… thank you, Serena. I don't know what I'd have done without you."
"Come on," Serena said, waving it off. "What's there to thank between friends? He might be your son, but he's my nephew too."
Another woman spoke up, her shoulders finally relaxing. "Even so, Aunt Serena, if not for you, we might have lost him. We can never thank you enough."
"Yeah," the second sister added earnestly. "You saved our brother. If you ever need anything, I'll be the first to answer."
Serena chuckled, shaking her head. "Ha~ you're all too serious. Fine, fine, if it eases your hearts—I'll ask when I need something." She rose to her feet, brushing off her skirt. "But for now, I should take my leave. I've got a mountain of duties waiting."
"I will walk you out", Sylvie followed behind.
"You rest well little bro, we will be back soon with food."
And with that, the other two also swept out of the room, leaving James naked on the bed, his cock still standing proud like an unacknowledged monument.