'Sheesh, open the damn eyes!'
The arrogant young master couldn't open his eyes and suddenly felt pain all over his body.
'Damn it. Assimilation of body and soul is happening.'
Slowly, the man could feel his new legs, arms, head, and his little pochihontas.
"Kane! Kane! Come on, buddy, wake up."
He could feel somebody slapping his cheeks.
'Who dares to touch this heavenly young master's face.'
He strained his eyes and suddenly felt a finger on his eyelids, opening them manually.
'Unless, of course, it's a beauty like this woman.'
In front of his eyes stood a young woman who looked like she was in her late twenties.
She had crystal blue eyes, and this woman... this lovely woman... this fucking bitch was shining a torch in his eyes.
"It hurts, stupid bitch."
He jerked awake and slapped the woman's hand away.
"Ouch!"
The woman was caught off guard and stumbled back.
She fell down, clutching her ass and massaging it vigorously as she glared at him.
He clutched his left eye, glaring at the woman who had fallen down.
"What the fuck! That hurt, you brat."
"Then don't shine that stupid thing in my face, bitch."
"Hmpff!"
The woman stood up and brushed the dust off her butt.
'Shit, it's painful. Heavenly healing techniques activate.'
He said this with pride, but after a moment, nothing changed.
'Wait, is this that human world without magic and stuff? Damn. I don't have my powers.'
He strained some more, and suddenly a flood of information about this world, his background, and everything else filled his mind.
'Must be that kid's memories.'
He looked at the woman again, taking a good look at her for the first time.
She was wearing a white shirt tucked into a tight black skirt.
Her shirt was so tight that her D-cup breasts looked ready to pop out. Two of her shirt buttons were undone, showing off her ample cleavage.
He could see the roundness of her ass cheeks as she bent down to pick up her flashlight from the ground.
Her black hair was tied in a ponytail, giving him a clear view of her nape that just screamed for a bite.
She had a mature charm, and her blue eyes really made her a beauty. Not to mention, she was wearing stockings.
Doctor Elena Cross.
That was this woman's name.
She was 26 years old, working as a local doctor and also took care of amateur MMA fighters.
Hunter Kane was her regular patient.
'Seems like this kid has a crush on this woman. Nice, nice.'
Suddenly, he noticed the pain in his body was lessening.
'Seems like I can actually use a little bit of it.'
He shrugged.
'It's better than nothing.'
"You were here because you died, Hunter. Seems like it was just a case of concussion."
Doctor Elena told him as she moved towards her computer.
Leaning down to type, her tight skirt hugged her curves, giving Kane a tantalizing view of her round ass cheeks and the inviting valley between them.
His breath caught, and he felt a stirring.
?!
And the stirring was down below, between his legs. It was none other than his little brother.
Glancing down, he saw himself naked, covered only by a thin sheet.
"You should count yourself lucky to be alive, Mr. Kane."
With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted the bedsheet and took a peek underneath.
?!
A smile formed on his lips as he removed the sheet and jumped to the ground.
"Mmm... very, very impressive..."
His semi-erect cock, over eight inches long, dangled like a pendulum. It wasn't as impressive as his previous body, but...
'For the human bitches of this world, this is more than enough. Kekeke.'
"What's impressi—aaarrgggghhhh!!!"
Hearing his sudden words, Doctor Elena turned around and saw a sight that could make any woman, gay or straight, lose their minds.
Young Hunter Kane was standing naked in front of her, his proud, long, and thick rod swinging like a happy kid on a playground.
Elena was flabbergasted for a second, her eyes widening comically, but she quickly came to her senses.
"You pervert! Why are you naked?"
She hid her red face with her hands and turned around.
"Eh, bitch, aren't you the one who stripped me?"
"Wh-whattt! I thought you were dead, idiot! And besides, it wasn't that impressive at the moment."
She shuddered, remembering. He had truly only been average when she had stripped him, but now it was huge.
"Ah, about that. It would be disrespectful towards a smoking hot woman like you if I didn't get a boner, right?"
He smirked.
"Wh-wha-what?! When did you become so bold, you pervert?!"
She stammered, genuinely taken aback.
The Hunter Kane she knew would try to flirt with her, but at only 19 and inexperienced, he was always a bit awkward, which made it easy for her to tease him.
But the man in front of her now was completely different. He was a bit arrogant and very bold.
'Did his near-death experience bring out his alter ego?'
She wondered, feeling a flush of heat.
She was used to men approaching her all the time.
She knew she was eye candy, and being from a wealthy family like the Crosses only increased the number of men vying for her attention, even in a small town like this.
Yet, she had never dated because men were always after something other than her love.
"Isn't it good? To hear genuine compliments from a man's mouth?"
He said with a smirk.
"It's annoying."
She muttered as she tried to type again, but she couldn't ignore his presence behind her.
"Kane, put your clothes on. Get out."
She ordered, exasperated. She didn't have time for these childish games.
"Hmpff, fine."
He shrugged and headed toward the locker where his clothes were stored and pretty quickly dressed.
"All done, doc," he announced.
Elena peeked at him first, then, making sure he was dressed, sighed in relief and looked at him properly.
Her frown returned as she quickly walked up to him and stopped just inches from his face.
He could feel her hot breath mingling with the cool air on his neck.
But his eyes were locked below her face, on her cleavage.
He could clearly see the black lingerie she was wearing through her shirt, and damn, it was sexy.
He couldn't help but lick his lips.
"What the hell! Your injuries and bruises—they look like they're healing already."
She exclaimed, moving her hand up to touch his head.
"Isn't that natural, doc?"
He replied, trying to keep his cool.
'Shit! Can't let her find out about my healing power.'
"No. How can a fresh injury look like it's a week old?"
She demanded, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
She grabbed his head and pulled it down to her eye level, her shorter height making the maneuver necessary.
This also gave him a great view of her cleavage.
'Perfect.'
"And your bruises. They're not even purple."
She said, observing him like a hawk.
"And your eyes. It's like they didn't even bleed and—"
"Doc, doc, I must admit, the black lingerie is really accentuating your hotness."
"Thanks. I bought it yesterday and—"
Elena Cross's face turned as red as a tomato as she realised what she just heard.
"What the fuck, Kane. Pervert!"
She blushed furiously, grabbed her shirt, and quickly pulled it close, turning away from him.
This also distracted her from further checking his injuries.
"If I may, I must say, why hide the lingerie? I'd prefer to see what's underneath this tight dress and—"
"Out! Out! Now!"
Doctor Elena yelled at Hunter Kane, shoving him out of her cabin.
"Ah, doc, when's my next appointment?"
"Never!"
She slammed the door in his face, but he caught it before it closed completely.
"One more thing. Just one more thing."
"What?!"
Elena glared at him through the narrow slit of the door, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment.
"You're a very good doctor, doc. More than that, you've got a kind soul..."
He paused, his tone sincere.
Elena's eyes, brimming with rage moments ago, softened at his words.
"...and you're beautiful. I'm saying this honestly. Thank you, doc."
Elena Cross felt her heart quicken in her chest.
"Thank yo—"
"And when I marry you, I'm gonna breed you like a cow on the farm—"
Slam!
"Kekeke... that girl is easy."
He chuckled to himself, stretching his body and doing a few warm-up exercises, fully assimilating into his new body and soul.
"Now where to?"
He pondered for a moment.
"Ah, perhaps back home. Time to meet my new family. Kekeke."
With that, he swaggered out of the small clinic, arrogantly winking at the receptionist as he passed by.