In a quiet room, a young man who looked about eighteen lay asleep in his bed. His silver hair rested against the pillow, slightly messy from sleep. His face was calm, his breathing slow and steady.
The door to the room opened, and a figure stepped inside. She looked almost too perfect—her long black hair smooth and flawless, her dark eyes sharp and confident. Every step she took was graceful, and even the way she stood had an effortless elegance. With a slight smirk, she spoke in a calm but firm voice.
"Brother, it's time to wake up. We need to go to college."
She placed a hand on her hip, waiting for a response. But the one in bed didn't move. Letting out a small sigh, she took a step closer, already thinking of ways to force him up if he kept ignoring her.
Seeing that he still wasn't waking up, she let out an annoyed sigh. Without hesitation, she climbed onto the bed and jumped onto him, landing right on his stomach.
"Wake up already!" she said, shaking him a little.
The boy groaned, his face scrunching up in discomfort. "Five more minutes..." he mumbled, trying to turn away.
She smirked, leaning down so her face was close to his. "Nope, you've had enough sleep. If you don't get up now, I'll make sure you regret it."
Hearing her words, he slowly opened his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. "Oh really?" he murmured. "Then I think I want to show you what I can do."
Before she could react, he moved swiftly, placing his hands on her hips and flipping her onto the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise, but before she could protest, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers in a deep kiss, silencing her completely.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Her body tensed, her mind racing to process what had just happened. The warmth of his lips, the firm hold on her waist—it was overwhelming.
She didn't resist. Instead, she simply let him do as he pleased, closing her eyes and sinking into the warmth of the kiss. Her body relaxed beneath him, her arms slowly wrapping around his neck as she enjoyed the feeling. His lips were firm yet gentle, moving in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.
His grip on her waist tightened slightly, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. A soft sigh escaped her lips, her heart beating faster with each passing second.
Neither of them spoke, neither of them pulled away. It was as if time had stopped, and for now, nothing else mattered.
After five long minutes, they finally pulled away, their breaths slightly heavy. He smirked, looking into her dark eyes, which now held a different kind of glow.
"See?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "Told you I'd show you what I can do."
She stared at him for a moment, her face unreadable. Then, with a small smirk of her own, she ran a finger down his chest. "Not bad," she admitted, her tone playful. "But don't think this means you can stay in bed any longer."
He chuckled. "After that, I think I deserve at least five more minutes."
She rolled her eyes before suddenly pushing him off the bed. "Nice try. Now get up!"
With a groan, he sat up on the floor, rubbing the back of his head. "You really are cruel," he muttered.
She simply grinned. "And don't you forget it."
Seeing her like this, he just chuckled and shook his head. "Alright, alright," he said with a smirk. "Give me fifteen minutes, and I'll be ready."
She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "You better not fall back asleep," she warned.
He waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I won't."
Satisfied, she turned toward the door. "Good. Don't make me come back in here," she said with a playful tone before walking out.
As the door closed behind her, he let out a small sigh and stretched. "Guess I better get up for real," he muttered to himself, still feeling the lingering warmth of the kiss. A small smile played on his lips as he ran a hand through his silver hair before finally pushing himself out of bed.
"Well, it's been eighteen years since I came into this world," he thought as he walked toward the bathroom. This world was almost identical to Earth—same blue sky, same cities, same way of life.
At first, it had been confusing, waking up in this world as a newborn with all his past life memories intact. But over the years, he had adapted, blending in as though he had always belonged.
In this world, he had something he never had in his past life—a family. A warm, loving family that cherished him like he was the most precious thing in the world. But that love, over time, became complicated.
His family consisted only of women—his mother, his aunt, and his sister. At first, everything was normal. They were just a caring family, doting on him as the only male in the household. But as he grew older, the feelings he developed toward them became far more complex, far deeper than they should have been.
He knew it was wrong. He knew he had to stop thinking that way. So, he began to distance himself, avoiding their affection, keeping his thoughts locked away. But in doing so, he only ended up hurting them.
They noticed. Of course, they did. They loved him too much not to. And one day, when they couldn't take it anymore, they confronted him, asking why he was pulling away from them. Seeing their pained expressions, seeing the sadness in their eyes—he couldn't lie anymore.
So, he told them the truth.
"I love you… not as family, but as women."
The moment the words left his lips, he prepared for rejection, for disgust, for them to despise him. But to his shock, they didn't. They didn't push him away. They didn't hate him. Instead, they accepted his feelings—his mother, his aunt, and his sister.
And from that day, his life changed forever.