I woke to sunlight stabbing through my eyelids like tiny, persistent daggers. My body felt
heavy, saturated with the aftermath of deep sleep. Every muscle sang with a pleasant ache
that told stories of the night before. I stretched with a low groan, my arms reaching over
my head until my joints popped.
The bed beside me was empty, the sheets cool to the touch but still carrying the faint, sweet
scent of Natalia's shampoo. I ran my palm over the depression where Natalia had slept, a
small smirk tugging at my lips.
"So the princess snuck back to her room," I murmured to the empty air. "Shy, are we?"
I sat up slowly, running a hand through my messy red hair. The condo wasn't silent as I'd
expected. The low murmur of a television drifted in from the living room, punctuated by
the distant clatter of pans. A rich, savory smell wafted under my door – bacon and eggs.
My stomach rumbled in eager response, but my brain was still moving at half-speed. I
glanced at my status screen, noting the faint golden glow around my MYSTICISM trait. At
least that hadn't been a dream.
"I need to buy a terrarium for an immortal snail," I said to myself, rubbing my face. "My life
is a fucking joke."
A quick check of my phone showed it was nearly 10 AM. I'd slept longer than usual,
probably thanks to the new trait enhancing my recovery. My mouth felt like it was stuffed
with cotton, and my bladder gave an urgent reminder of its existence.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and decided against
a shirt. Let her get another look. After the way she'd melted under my hands last night, I
had a feeling she wouldn't complain.
I padded barefoot down the hallway toward the kitchen, guided by the smell of breakfast
and the soft sounds of movement. The living room was empty, the television playing some
morning news program about another Gate Break in the Financial District.
As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me stopped me dead in my
tracks. Natalia was there, bent over with her head deep in the refrigerator. She wore a
cropped t-shirt that rode up her back, but what commanded my attention were the
incredibly short, tight sleep shorts that hugged every curve of her ass. The fabric strained
as she leaned further into the fridge, mumbling something about orange juice.
My mouth went dry. Images from last night flashed through my mind – her writhing
beneath me, gasping, begging. The sounds she'd made when I'd—
"Come on, I know we have some in here somewhere," she muttered, oblivious to my
presence.
I moved silently across the kitchen. Without a single coherent thought, my hand came up
and delivered a loud, sharp SMACK right on the perfect curve of her left ass cheek.
The sound echoed in the quiet kitchen like a gunshot.
"KYAAAA!"
In the next instant, a wave of invisible force slammed into me with the subtlety of a freight
train. My feet left the ground as Natalia's telekinesis caught me square in the chest,
throwing me backward across the kitchen. I hit the opposite wall with a sickening CRUNCH,
knocking the wind from my lungs before sliding down to the floor in an ungraceful heap.
"FUCKING—OW!" I groaned. D-rank strength or not, being telekinetically bitch-slapped into
a wall hurt like hell.
Natalia spun around, her face flushed crimson, one hand clutching the refrigerator door
and the other on her hip. Her violet eyes were wide, her mouth open in a perfect 'O' of
shock. She stared at me crumpled against the wall, and for a moment, I thought she might
hit me again.
Then, a snort escaped her. It was followed by a giggle, and suddenly she was leaning
against the fridge, laughing – a genuine, beautiful sound of pure amusement.
"Are you okay?" she asked between giggles, her free hand covering her mouth in a failed
attempt to stifle her laughter.
I glared up at her, rubbing my shoulder. "What do you think? You just threw me into a wall,
you psycho."
Her laughter intensified. "You slapped my ass! What did you expect?"
"A little gratitude would be nice," I grumbled, pulling myself to my feet with as much
dignity as I could muster. "After last night, I thought we were past the 'launching me into
walls' stage of our relationship." .
Natalia's laughter cut off abruptly, her cheeks darkening. "About that... we should probably
talk—"
"Wait," I interrupted, finally noticing the subtle tension at the corners of her eyes. "What's
wrong?"
"I was trying to warn you," she hissed, suddenly all business. "Our parents are—"
A loud CRASH from the living room cut her off, followed by a woman's shocked gasp.
"Baby...?" a soft, unfamiliar voice called out.
My blood turned to ice in my veins.
I turned my head slowly, wincing at the pain in my neck. Standing in the doorway between
the kitchen and the living room was a beautiful woman with the same fiery red hair as the
body I inhabited. Her eyes held a mixture of shock and dawning recognition as they
traveled from my face down to my transformed physique.
"Satori... is that you?" she asked, her voice trembling.
For the first time, I was face-to-face with Kimiko Nakano. The mother of the boy I replaced.
I had no frame of reference for this. Kaelen Leone never had parents. Kaelen Leone never
had a mother who looked at him with such... hope? Pride? Love?
My throat closed up. My mind raced for a script, for the right persona to slip into, but I
came up empty.
"Mom," I managed. "You're... back early."
Kimiko stood frozen, her hand still covering her mouth. Tears gathered in the corners of
her eyes. She took a hesitant step forward, then another, until she was standing directly in
front of me. Her hand reached up, trembling slightly, and touched my cheek.
"Look at you," she whispered. "What happened to my little boy?"
Before I could answer, heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway, and a mountain of a
man appeared behind Kimiko. Luka Kuzmina was even more imposing in person than in
the memories I'd inherited. Standing well over six feet tall with shoulders broad enough to
fill the doorframe, he looked like he could bench press a car. His brown hair was cut in a
practical, military style, and his eyes—warm brown—widened as they landed on me.
"Holy shit!" he boomed, his voice filling the kitchen. "Is that really you, kiddo?"
I stood rooted to the spot, unsure how to respond. In my past life, people looked at me with
fear or deference. Never with this... naked affection.
"Hi... Dad," I tried, the word even stranger than the first.
Luka's face split into a broad grin. He crossed the kitchen in three great strides and, before I
could react, wrapped me in a bear hug that lifted me off my feet. The air whooshed out of
my lungs for the second time that morning.
"Would you look at this!" he laughed, setting me down and holding me at arm's length to
examine me. "You're almost as jacked as your old man! When did this happen?"
"I... started working out," I said lamely, my brain still struggling to process this hurricane of
parental affection. "A few weeks ago."
"A few weeks?" Luka's eyebrows shot up. "That's some serious progress for just a few
weeks, son!"
"Luka, let him breathe," Kimiko said, laying a gentle hand on her husband's massive arm.
Her eyes hadn't left my face, studying every inch of me with an intensity that made me
want to squirm. "Satori, honey, we weren't expecting... this."
I forced a smile. "Surprise?"
Kimiko laughed. "Surprise indeed! We thought we'd come home early and take you kids to
brunch, but I see you've been busy with... other changes."
Her eyes darted meaningfully to Natalia, who stood awkwardly by the refrigerator, her face
still flushed from our earlier encounter.
"Hey, Daddy," Natalia said, her voice strangled. "Kimiko. Welcome home."
Luka's grin widened as he turned to his daughter. "There's my girl! Come here!"
Natalia allowed herself to be swept into a hug, though her eyes remained fixed on me over
Luka's shoulder. The message was clear: We are so fucked.
"So," Kimiko said, her gaze moving between Natalia and me with a mother's uncanny
intuition. "What have you two been up to while we were gone? Anything interesting
happen?"
"Nothing!" Natalia blurted out, too quickly. "Just studying for the entrance exams. Boring
stuff."
"And I've been training," I added. "Working on... self-improvement."
Luka clapped a hand on my shoulder, nearly buckling my knees. "Well, whatever you've
been doing, it's working! You look like a completely different person, son!"
You have no idea.
"Thanks," I said, managing a more genuine smile this time. There was something
disarmingly likable about Luka's straightforward enthusiasm.
"I'm making breakfast," Natalia interjected, clearly desperate to change the subject. "Eggs
and bacon. Do you want some?"
"We'd love some!" Kimiko said, finally releasing me from her scrutiny. "But first, I want to
hear all about what you've been doing, Satori. Last time we talked, you were... well, let's just
say less motivated."
She gestured to the living room. "Come sit with me. Let's catch up while Natalia and Luka
handle breakfast."
My heart rate spiked. One-on-one time with my "mother" hadn't been in the plan.
"Sure, Mom," I said, resigning myself to the inevitable. "Let's catch up."
As Kimiko led me to the couch, her arm linked through mine in a gesture of maternal
possession, I caught sight of Luka leaning down to whisper something to Natalia. Her face
paled, then reddened spectacularly.
"So," Kimiko said as we sat down, her eyes searching mine with uncomfortable intensity.
"Tell me everything."
[Your affection score with Kimiko Nakano has been initialized. Current standing:
Neutral/Curious]
Oh, fuck me.