I bet you folks are wondering what am I doing standing half-naked only in my brief in front of this floor-length bathroom mirror so early in the morning.
...
Nothing much. Just appreciating this system-sent body. I was under so much pressure before so I haven't got the chance to properly evaluate this body of mine. After the morning wood episode, I stopped questioning my disintegrated morality and fully embrace this new body. I mean, look at that reflection!
Such handsomeness!
Much WOW!
I'm trying my best to hold the blood that's threatening to gush out of my nose really hard right now.
Standing at 183cm tall with lean muscles lining the biceps, torso, and legs. This is the very embodiment of Adonis! Worship me, you mortals!
Don't even mention this ethereal face. Look at these perfect eyebrows and peach blossom eyes. The straight nose and thin rosy lips. Ah!
What do I do? I wanna bed myself!
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My thoughts have run severely out of control but I don't plan to extricate myself out of this unhealthy self-adoration behavior. As a hardcore height and face con, my current look really hit all the right spots. Causing me to have an infinite hallucination of engaging in a weird romantic relationship with myself.
I can't help but fall deeply in love!
Narcissus 2.0 reporting for duty, Sir!
Turning my body around, I covered my nose in a desperate attempt to block the slow trickling of blood from ruining my image in the reflection.
Have you ever check out a guy's ass and thought, "Damn, that's some nice ass!"
And boy, this ass is just asking for a good spanking! Don't even mention the sexy muscle on my back. What a gorgeous creature! Even my brain fried from the excessive amount of masculinity.
I squatted on the cold tiled floor and buried my burning face in my palms, trying to calm myself from the extreme stimulation. After some time, I looked upon the mirror again and was dumbfounded by the scene.
Is this my...bashful appearance? That watery eyes and red blushing cheeks...
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My wild imagination was interrupted by the streams of blood dripping down my nose, causing me to finally awaken from my stupor.
Sigh. What a heavenly blessed appearance. Too bad it doesn't come with good luck.
*****
Walking out of the bedroom, I naturally walk in the direction of the kitchen. Today I donned a simple white shirt and beige shorts. Looking casual and feeling comfortable. The very image of youth.
One of the blessings from my rebirth, I could finally get rid of that annoying strangling feeling on my chest. Begone, bra-cifer! Return to your dwellings in the depths of hell!
Arriving at the kitchen, I noticed a female figure busying about at the kitchen counter, swiftly transferring foods from various containers onto the plates. From her back view, I can tell she's a young lady and the yellow dress she has on is clearly of a high-end brand. I crossed out the possibility of her being the housekeeper and ponder on the identity of this lady.
I don't remember Edgar mentioning someone coming over. I looked around and failed to spot even the shadow of Edgar nearby.
???
She probably spotted me from the corner of her eyes and thought I was Edgar as her soft voice called out, "What are you doing just standing there? Put these on the table."
"...Oh, sorry." Upon hearing my voice, the lady whipped her head around and the slow-motion scene of her eyes widened in shock, and the hand holding the plate lose its grip as the plate slowly fall to the floor played in my head.
During this slow-motion play, I managed to utter a "Watch out!" and reflexively rushed forward, also in slow-motion, and stretch out my arm to catch the falling plate before it reaches the ground to meet its demise. I've always had a fast reflex and I'm very confident in my ability to save this innocent plate from dying.
Upon catching the plate with my left hand, I let out a sigh of relief. I straightened up my body and place the plate on the counter, not forgetting to advise the lady while I'm at it. "Be careful. You might hurt yourself."
Not receiving any responses from the other side, I turned to check on the lady. It was then that I noticed she have to look up to meet my gaze. The feeling of looking down at mortals is quite satisfying. I used to be the one craning my neck back then too.
Her face was so red, it resembles a tomato. Her mouth opens and closes but no words seem to come out of it. She just dazedly stares at my face.
Ah! I see. Another mortal bewitched by this ethereal face. Welcome to the club, comrade! I understand your feeling!
I just gave her a bright smile, silently praising her for her superb taste in men, then said in my husky comforting deep voice, "I'll help you carry these to the table."
Two streams of blood slowly trickle down her nostrils. I think I saw some smoke coming out of her head too.
...
I feel you girl...
"Elle?" A deep voice woke us from our stupor and a topless wild Edgar appeared at the kitchen entrance.
It's my turn to feel dizzy. Edgar and I have almost the same body proportion. Only, I'm a little slender and he's more shredded. How can you be this gorgeous, Edgar? You're just a businessman! And tuck away that mermaid lines, I'm about to have another bout of nosebleed!
As expected of my idol! I can't call myself Adonis now. I'm Edgar-nis's lackey!
The lady called Elle finally regained her composure and hurriedly wipe away the blood from her nose. "Grandma heard that you've returned, so she have me deliver all these to you and make sure you eat them."
Hearing her voice, I finally responded while pointing at the plated dishes, "Ah. Yes. I was about to help her carry these to the table."
Edgar just looked at me funny with furrowed brows before nodding and returned to his room to put on some clothes.
???
Quick question, do men have "that time of the month" too? I'm quite concerned with Edgar's mood swings.
*****
Let me introduce you to this fun young maiden. The name's Elle Golding and she's 20 years old this year. A sophomore at an art institute here in X City. Turns out she's Edgar's half-sister! The Goldings are Edgar's maternal side of the family. In the business circles, they are the ones to monopolized the entertainment industry. Almost standing side by side with the Hills in the business industry. At least until the death of Edgar's mother, Elise, five years ago. Ever since then, their reputation dwindled slowly and the firm footing gradually shaken by the other competitors.
Well, that's what I heard back then when I was still Dakota anyway. It surprised me so much cause I never knew Edgar have a sister. Everybody knows after the divorce, Mdm. Elise never remarries. Oh well, not my problem anyway. My situation right now wasn't any better than Elle's. We each have our own secrets I guess.
I finally realized Edgar's life is full of soap operas. Let's all light a candle for him, folks.
The three of us sat at the dining table. While the two siblings converse, I just busied myself chomping down on the breakfasts.
Elder's are the best. The traditional recipes can never disappoint you. Just look at this folded savory crepe. The taste just blows my palate away~
"By the way, Ed. I think I've seen Aaron's face somewhere before..." Elle suddenly shifts the topic to me and both Edgar and I can't help but stiffen at her inquiry.
Edgar has been doing his best to divert Elle's attention but she always somehow manages to drag me back into the conversation. I don't plan to join them at the dining table initially, but I was mercilessly dragged to sit by her side. For every three questions she asks Edgar, she would slip one for me in between. Slowly attacking our defenses.
We know lying won't do me any good so after brief eye contact, Edgar and I reached a consensus. Don't mention Dakota, don't mention the suicide, and most importantly, don't mention the sugar daddy issue. Everything else is A-OK.
We cooperated so well and Elle gave an "oh" and "I see" after our brief explanation. Who would've thought she might've seen the news of my suicide! I almost choke on that delicious crepe.
Seeing our tensed-up reaction, she slowly opened her mouth and drop another casual "I see." In the next second, she faced Edgar, and her expression turns sharp and dissatisfaction is written all over her face. She jolted from the chair and a bad premonition crept up our spine.
With her left hand resting on her hip, and her right hand raised to point a finger at Edgar, her angry tone reverberates in the house, "You scoundrel! Is this how you treat your partner?!"
Edgar and I both had the same expression on our faces.
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