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A rainy night. I'm walking home after work. It's already 11 p.m., and I'm feeling sleepy.
My life is completely ordinary. I wake up, get ready for work, go to work, spend the whole day working, and come back late.
No friends.
No girlfriend.
No family—they don't even talk to me.
'Hah… what a fucking life I live.'
Just a few months ago, my life felt different. I had a good job that I was proud of, friends who actually cared, a family that felt close, and a beautiful girlfriend who made me feel alive.
But then everything changed—suddenly, I was falsely accused of something I never did. It hit me like a storm that wouldn't pass.
I lost my job. The people I thought were my friends started avoiding me, like I was contagious. My girlfriend... she broke up with me and, to make it worse, she ended up with the very guy who accused me.
And my family? They shut me out completely, as if I'd become a stranger overnight.
I'm left here, drowning in a life that feels broken beyond repair. What a shitty life to live.
Now, I work at a terrible company. There's so much work, and I hate my life. I miss my old life—but there's nothing I can do.
As I was crossing the road, my vision went blank. Everything felt so cold and distant. I could hear people walking toward me, a girl screaming, someone shouting for an ambulance.
I got hit by Truck-sama. But I'm not in Japan. That guy must have lost his way, I guess.
I don't care anymore. Now, I can finally sleep—for eternity.
I'm falling into darkness. It feels cold.
My body is sinking into the dark.
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But then, I felt warmth. A sweet smell—so addictive, it pulled me in.
Wait, something's wrong. I'm supposed to be dead. How can I feel warmth? Yohoho~
I woke up to find myself being hugged by a hot milf. Confused doesn't even begin to cover it. That beautiful woman's breasts were pressing against my chest. My face instantly burned with embarrassment.
Then, a sudden jolt of pain shot through my brain, and a flood of memories rushed back.
I'd transmigrated to another world.
The truth hit me like a shockwave. Transmigration wasn't new to me—I'm a novel reader, after all, and I'd read tons of stories like this.
"Oh man, my favorite 'That Time I Was Transmigrated as the Demon Queen's Personal Slave'."
No time for nonsense.
I started digging through the memories of this body, trying to understand this new world and who I really was now.
My memories were a total mess—scattered and confusing—but I managed to piece together my identity.
The name was Zayne Marlowe. And that hot woman sleeping next to me? My adopted mother, Celeste Marlowe.
Then I found out what happened to the body I'd taken over. The previous owner… he died. I was speechless.
He'd been suffocated to death… by the breasts of that very woman lying beside me.
A hint of fear mixed with curiosity welled up inside me as I looked at my new mom. She was peacefully sleeping, holding me close like nothing had happened. My eyes drifted down to her—those massive breasts that had, apparently, caused the previous owner's death.
She was a former S-rank Dungeon Hunter, but she'd retired from the dangerous life to take care of me and my older sister, Serena Marlowe.
My body's previous owner Parents had died during a dungeon breakout. She'd been too late to save them both, and the guilt weighed so heavily on her that she gave up hunting and devoted herself to raising us.
What a lovely woman.
Just then, she woke up from her sleep. When she saw Zayne staring at her chest, she smiled warmly and pulled him into a hug.
"Good morning, sweetheart," she greeted softly.
Zayne's face flushed completely. He could feel her massive breasts pressing against his chest, and he murmured quietly, barely able to speak.
After a few seconds, she gently let go.
"I—good morning, Mom," he stammered, his face still burning red, heart pounding like crazy. She noticed, but didn't say a word.
Now I could really see her. She was beautiful.
Her skin was warm ivory with a subtle golden undertone—smooth and radiant, even with age. Her eyes were almond-shaped, striking emerald green with flecks of gold dancing around the iris.
Her hair fell in long, thick waves of deep chestnut brown, with natural auburn highlights that caught the light just right.
High cheekbones framed a soft, rounded jawline; her nose was slightly upturned, and her full lips held a natural rosy tint.
She was gorgeous.
She got out of bed and walked toward the door.
"I was alone in my room, so I slept with you—don't be mad, okay~?" she said playfully, then left without waiting for a reply.
I let out a sigh of relief. Now that she was gone, it was time to check myself.
I got up from the bed and walked over to the mirror. My reflection stared back at me—
Light olive skin, tousled dark brown hair with faint copper glints that would probably shine under sunlight. It was medium-length, just long enough to fall over the forehead.
My eyes were slate grey with a subtle blue tint, clear and calm. My face was clean-cut—sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and expressive eyebrows that added a bit of charm.
Yeah... he was handsome.
He looked a bit like my body from my previous life—but more handsome. Not bad at all.
I headed to the washroom to freshen up, stepping under the shower.
Warm water flowed over my skin as I stood there naked, lost in thought.
Was this really happening? Was I truly transmigrated into another world?
Back in my old life, I worked hard from the very beginning. I was the fourth son in a family that didn't have much. We weren't poor, but we definitely weren't rich.
I took part-time jobs just to pay for school.
While my classmates went on dates and hung out with their girlfriends, I was working late shifts—chasing a single hope: that one day, my future would shine bright.
So many hardships. No support from my family. I pushed through on my own. Finished my studies. Landed a good job. Even found a girlfriend.
And yet… all it took was one false accusation to destroy everything. Haha… how foolish I was back then. But this time—this life—I'll enjoy it. To the fullest.
I stepped out of the washroom and got dressed, pulling some clothes from the wardrobe.
Just then, Celeste called out, "Zayne, breakfast is ready. Come join us!"
"I'm coming," I replied. I made my way toward the dining room, lost in thought, still going through fragments of this body's memories.
Inside, Celeste was already busy at the table, preparing breakfast for me and him. I smiled softly and walked over to the chair.
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