"I am Hou Lei!"
Hou Lei's eyes snapped wide open, shock etched across his entire face. In front of him sat a middle-aged woman in a white gown, her expression filled with sadness.
His memories were a chaotic mess, and excruciating pain throbbed through every inch of his body. Shattered fragments of recollection flooded his mind—so overwhelming that he couldn't even decide who he truly was.
Suddenly, a worried voice cut through his spiraling thoughts.
"Hou Lei, I was worried sick about you. Thank God you've finally woken up. Never make your mom worry like this again—you're all I have left."
A single tear rolled down the woman's cheek as she spoke.
Hou Lei stared at her, his eyes narrowing. The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, with an ample bosom and a gown that plunged deeply at the neck, revealing an eye-catching amount of cleavage. He swallowed hard.
"Mom?" The word slipped out in confusion. This wasn't his mother—yet strange fragments of memory insisted that she was.
"Hou Lei, don't you remember me? Please, you're scaring me. Talk to me." Her face crumpled with worry as she reached out, placing a gentle hand over his and leaning in closer.
But all Hou Lei could focus on was how much more exposed her cleavage became with the movement. His thoughts grew even more muddled. I wonder how they would feel in my hands. Should I just grab them? She's being so… friendly.
Just then, another figure stepped into the room—a tall girl, around five feet nine, with striking curves, perfect posture, and a cool, detached expression. Her hair was the same rich brunette as the older woman's, and a sword hung at her hip.
"Mom, I think Hou Lei needs rest," she said calmly. "I'm sure he'll remember everything after some sleep." Her gaze flicked toward him—cold and assessing.
Hou Lei swallowed again, harder this time. She was even more stunning than the older woman: pale, flawless skin, smooth flowing hair, and that aloof, icy aura. Exactly his type.
'Where the hell am I? And why are all these beauties suddenly appearing?' Questions swirled chaotically in his mind.
The middle-aged woman gazed at Hou Lei in silence for a long moment, worry carved deep into her features. Eventually, she turned to the girl and gave a small nod. Rising from her seat, she followed her daughter toward the door.
"Hou'er, rest for a while. I'll send Jin Xia with some food and medicine soon," she said softly.
Hou Lei nodded mechanically—he was far too confused to speak.
Once the door clicked shut behind them, he pushed himself upright on the bed, still wearing a bewildered expression.
"I was developing a new erotic game… so how did I end up here? And these memories?" He muttered to himself. "Have I transmigrated? If so, then this body's name is also Hou Lei."
He began sorting through the jumbled memories and soon pieced together more details. The woman from earlier was this body's mother—Mrs. Huo. The cold girl was his older sister, Huo Meifen.
His mind felt slightly clearer now. He stood up carefully, wincing at the numerous bruises covering his body. Every step hurt. Moving to the mirror, he examined his reflection: black hair, a handsome face.
"At least I'm good-looking," he murmured with a wry smile.
But according to this body's memories, he was utter trash in this world—a magic-based realm where everyone cultivated magical arts. Unfortunately, this body had zero affinity for magic.
Hou Lei sighed and sank back onto the bed.
"I wonder if I'll get one of those classic cheats that other transmigrators always seem to have. If not, I'm probably dead meat in this place."
The moment the thought crossed his mind, a translucent panel materialized in front of him.
"A panel! Yes! A freaking panel!"
A wide grin spread across his face as he eagerly read the contents.
"Oh… it's the exact stat system I designed for my erotic game."
[Name: Hou Lei]
Age: 20
Strength: 3
Agility: 4
Defense: 2
Magic Affinity: None
Magic Arts: None
[Pick up attribute points to increase stats.]
"If I remember correctly, I can pick up attribute points by doing lewd things with girls."
Hou Lei murmured the words to himself, and a wide, wicked grin spread across his face.
"This is perfect… Hahahaha!"
After laughing for a few moments, he calmed down. His gaze turned icy cold.
"If the memories are right, I know exactly who beat this body to near-death. Don't worry—I'll make sure to take revenge for you."
A strange, predatory smile curled his lips.
"But for that… I'll need your mom and sister's help."
Images of Mrs. Huo and Huo Meifen flashed through his mind. He licked his lips in anticipation.
"This world has quite the beautiful atmosphere. I'm definitely going to enjoy it here. And with this panel, I'll rise to the top soon enough!"
He was just about to burst into loud laughter again when the door to his room suddenly opened. A girl stepped inside.
She wore a soft green robe, her face carrying an innocent, almost childlike expression. Her long black hair was tied into twin ponytails that swayed gently with her movements. From his inherited memories, Hou Lei immediately recognized her—Jin Xia, the personal maid his mother had mentioned.
"Master, why are you sitting up? You should be resting," she said, hurrying closer with clear worry etched on her delicate features.
Hou Lei's eyes roamed over her from head to toe, and a slow smile formed on his lips. She wasn't as voluptuous as his mother or sister, but she was still generously gifted in all the right places. That pure, innocent look of hers stirred something primal deep inside him.
"Have some food, Master." She carefully placed the wooden tray on the nearby table. "There's also a medicinal broth—it cost quite a lot, so please drink it after you eat."
Hou Lei glanced at the dark, almost black liquid in the small cup and scrunched his nose. 'Medicinal broth? It looks more like poison.'
His gaze returned to Jin Xia. She was about the same age as him, and according to the memories, she had served the previous owner faithfully for years. Yet that foolish version of himself had never taken advantage of her.
"Xia'er, can you close the door? I need some help," he said casually, setting the food aside and leaning back against the pillows.
Jin Xia frowned at the untouched tray but obediently nodded, turned, and closed the door with a soft click. She faced him again. "How can I help you, Young Master?"
Looking at her innocent, wide-eyed expression, Hou Lei's smile grew even wider.
"My chest hurts a little. Could you massage it for me?" He watched her face closely, gauging her reaction.
He half-expected her to refuse outright, but to his pleasant surprise, she gave a small nod and stepped forward. 'She's truly this gullible,' he thought, inwardly amused.
Soon she stood beside the bed. Though obedient, she didn't dare climb onto it. Instead, she reached over with her gentle hands and began massaging slowly over the fabric of his black robes.
"Wait," he said, patting the bed beside him. "Get on the bed—you're not doing it properly from there. And can you grab some oil?"
Jin Xia's cheeks flushed a deep pink at the suggestion. After a slight hesitation, she nodded again, retrieved a small jade bottle of oil from a nearby cupboard, and returned to his side. She still remained standing.
Slowly, Hou Lei parted the upper half of his robes, exposing his bare chest. Jin Xia rubbed a little oil between her palms, then placed her warm, slick hands on his skin.
He could see her face growing redder with every passing second. The softness of her touch sent excitement coursing through him. 'Being shameless really is the way to go,' he mused.
"Xia'er, get on the bed," he ordered gently.
A worried look crossed her face. "I'm sorry, Master… I can't. If Madam Huo finds out, she'll skin me alive," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Hou Lei frowned. "What do you mean? I'm just asking you to massage my chest properly. Mom would never punish you for helping me recover, right?"
Her blush deepened at his words. After taking a deep breath to steady herself, she finally nodded. With careful movements, she climbed onto the bed. As she did, her robes stretched taut, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.
Hou Lei's smile turned predatory. A fire ignited in his core.
She knelt beside him, applied more oil to her hands, and resumed massaging his chest. Her face grew redder and redder, her breathing a little uneven.
To be kneeling on her young master's bed while his chest was bare… She had heard stories about masters taking advantage of their maids in such situations, but she had never imagined her seemingly innocent master would do anything like that.
Noticing her distracted expression, Hou Lei seized the moment. He sat up slightly, wrapped his hands around her slim waist, and pulled her forward. In one swift motion, he positioned her astride him—her soft rear settling directly onto his lap, their eyes locking.
He lay back again, chuckling low. "That's much better."
She now sat straddling his hips, shock written all over her innocent face. Everything had happened so fast. She could feel the growing bulge beneath her pressing firmly against her plump curves—and then it twitched.
"Ehh…"
A soft, startled moan escaped her lips.