"This is going to be fun."
I removed my clothes, inspecting my new body in the mirror.
White hair, black eyes, and features that could only be described as classically handsome. Perfect for manipulation and seduction.
There were a few muscles here and there, but it was clear this body needed some serious training to reach its full potential. And, well… there was a perfectly fit sleeping dragon between my legs.
I couldn't help but smirk at the sight.
This body might need some work, but at least it's got the right... thing.
I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door open. Suddenly, I heard Mira's voice, sharp and surprised.
"What are you doing?!"
I froze.
Crap.
Mira stood there, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed a deep crimson as her gaze immediately dropped to the floor. I quickly grabbed my shirt and covered myself, but it was too late. Her embarrassment was palpable.
She quickly turned her back to me, stammering,
"Y-You should've locked the door!"
I cleared my throat awkwardly, trying to mask the awkwardness in the air.
"I… I didn't think you'd barge in like that."
"I-I didn't mean to walk in!" Mira sputtered, still not facing me. "I—well, you should've been more careful!"
"Yeah, I guess," I muttered, trying to laugh it off. "I'll make sure to lock the door next time."
"Next time, I'm going to knock a hundred times to make sure!" she shot back, though I could hear the hint of embarrassment in her voice.
I couldn't help myself. I chuckled.
"Well, if you knock, you won't catch a glimpse of the full picture."
I swear I could hear her face turning redder. Mira didn't even respond, just staying turned away.
"Can you at least put some clothes on before I turn around?" she asked, voice muffled by her hands.
"Fine, fine," I said with a grin, quickly dressing. Once I was fully clothed, I cleared my throat. "You can turn around now."
She slowly, cautiously, turned back to face me. The moment she saw me fully clothed, she muttered something under her breath, her face still bright red. I could see her trying to suppress a smile, but her lips kept twitching.
"Jeez," she huffed, though I could tell she wasn't mad. "I can't believe you...."
I leaned against the wall, feigning innocence. "What, you didn't expect to see such a masterpiece?"
She shot me a glare, but I could see the faintest blush still lingering on her cheeks. "Stop teasing me!"
"I'm just saying," I smirked. "It's not every day you get an up-close view of perfection."
Mira's face turned even redder, and she buried her face in her hands. "You're impossible!" she groaned, clearly trying to hide the smile that was now tugging at her lips.
I smirked as she dashed out of the room.
'This is going to be fun.'
Once I was alone I sat on the chair closing my eyes, I delved into this body's memories, letting the knowledge wash over me like a tide. After about thirty minutes of sorting through the mental debris, I had a clearer picture.
My new name was Eddie Suzac, an orphan whose parents died in a hunting incident when I was eight. The photo frame on the desk showed a younger version of this body with his parents - their last photo together.
I was living with two women who'd become my surrogate family: Rebecca, a mother who'd lost her husband in the same incident that claimed my parents, and her daughter Mira, who was around my age.
This world existed in a medieval setting, with magic and swords. I found myself in a remote village within the Nuinits Kingdom, a small kingdom on what they called the Central Continent.
Interesting thing was that not everyone could use magic - only those blessed by gods or goddesses were granted such power. These 'Awakeners,' as they were called, often became Adventurers, seeking fame and fortune at the risk of their lives. My parents - and Mira's father - had been among them.
Interesting. Churches wielding both spiritual and political power. Perfect breeding ground for a new cult.
A knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I called, already knowing who it would be.
Mira entered, carrying a wooden tray.
"Eat all of this,"
'So different from the marks I used to hunt. Her innocence is almost refreshing.'
"Okay, Mom," I teased.