And as he stood there—the name settling on her—she quickly handed the baby to the nurse at her side before rushing toward Draken. She grabbed his hand and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close as she pressed her full weight—and the softness of her body—against him.
"Draken... oh my God, you're awake. You're actually awake. I thought I had lost you," she exclaimed.
But all that echoed in Draken's mind was—
'Holy fuck... this is really the definition of a milf.'
He could feel her body clearly—her large, slightly sunken breasts, a quiet testament to childbirth. Of course… it meant she could produce… milk.
But that wasn't all that held him captive.
What truly stirred him—what almost overwhelmed him—was the way her body trembled against his, the way she clung to him so tightly, filled with raw emotion at seeing him alive again.
And then… it clicked.
The original owner of this body was gone. Dead.
And he had taken his place—transmigrated into this world.
She didn't know that.
To her, he was still the same person who had returned.
But he wasn't.
'I'm not him…'
'I'm something else.'
A menace.
A growing menace.
'I actually did it… I have a meal for my ticket right here.'
For a brief moment, he considered using his skill immediately—but he restrained himself.
'No… I need to be patient. I need to wait until it's just the two of us… when no one can interrupt.'
As that thought settled, he realized she was still holding him—still pressing herself against him, unwilling to let go.
"Draken, please… don't do this to me again. Don't ever make me this scared. You have no idea how scared Mom and I were. Come on, Draken... why'd you get into a fight like that and put yourself at risk?" she said, slowly pulling away.
Her face was now bright, filled with relief and joy as she smiled at him.
"Let's go home. Let's go home dear sister."
Draken looked at her, a soft, almost innocent smile forming on his face.
"I'm sorry… I won't do it again. Let's go home. I'll come back with you."
'Why's she so mad at the owner of this body? He died of due to a fight? I wonder why...well, that's for later, right now, I wanna know exactly what I have to do...to get this bitch bent over as soon as possible. Good thing they ain't my real relatives...cause they're all targets for me!'
But beneath that calm expression, his thoughts were anything but pure.
'But besides her...it's time to set my second target.'
'The big fish… the mother of the house.'
After everything was settled, Draken and his sister, Maya, left the clinic where the former user of Draken's body had passed away. They made their way through the bustling streets, eventually returning to the town.
The town was alive with activity—men and women moving in all directions, vendors calling out, children running about. Even from a distance, Draken couldn't help but notice that Maya stood out—she was easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
Her large, supple breasts and the way her firm, rounded ass swayed with every step captivated him. 'See each ripple… every curve…' he thought, watching her walk, a mix of admiration and anticipation stirring inside him. 'I can't wait… I really can't wait to start my journey.'
As they moved further, a familiar landmark caught his eye—a shop with a sign depicting a frog holding a peacock. 'Yes… I know this place,' he thought. 'Alright, around here… this is… my house.'
He spotted it: a brick-built house at the corner of the street. Plain, unremarkable, nothing extravagant. Draken felt a brief twinge of disappointment. 'Cheap-looking… not exactly well-built…' But he shrugged it off, a small smile forming. 'Alright, if this is my place… I don't care. Let's get the show on the road. Time to move forward.'
'Besides… I know what this world is about. Only 5% of people here are normal. The remaining 15% possess supernatural abilities. Might comes with the system… though I'm not entirely sure how it works. The system gives me powers, so I guess that makes me part of the 15%… but Maya and Mom? They have none. Nobody here does. They're constantly struggling against the monsters that emerge during dungeon breaks.'
He smirked to himself. 'Alright… I see this clearly. A great harem… a prime harem to build. Honestly… it's kind of annoying.'
Then, he stood quietly, unsure if he and Maya had fully settled in, when he heard the doorknob turn and the door swing open. She stepped inside.
"Mom, I'm home," she muttered softly as she walked further in.
Draken trailed behind, his eyes flickering as they swept over the room. 'Just as simple and mundane as the other houses,' he thought, scanning every corner carefully.
Then, his gaze landed—and froze. 'Another.... MILF. Is this a paradise?'
So his eyes landed on a MILF. She was tall, stunning, and radiated an undeniable allure, with large, marvelous breasts.
Her thin fabric gown clung tightly to her body—not just snug, but stretched almost to its limit, tiny tears straining at the seams as it struggled to contain her massive breasts and wide hips.
Her hips were so full they pushed the fabric outward, lifting it slightly and hinting at the round, firm shape of her ass. Every movement made her body ripple and shake, showcasing just how succulent and sexy her curves were—her breasts, her hips, her full, shapely ass.
His gaze lingered for a fleeting moment before a smile spread across his face. 'Oh my… goodness… she's… watery,' he thought inwardly.
As her eyes—his mother's eyes—scanned the room, they flickered briefly at Maya before widening in shock. A sharp gasp escaped her lips.
"Oh my God… is that you?" she exclaimed. "There's no way… Draken!"
She rushed forward, hands outstretched, pulling him into a tight embrace. Her large, circular breasts pressed firmly against him, and Draken could feel the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric.
'Oh my goodness… this has to be the best day of my life,' he thought. 'Just getting this close… with breasts…'
His own hands wrapped around her as he returned the hug, a faint smile tugging at his lips. 'What if I just… slid my hand a little lower, huh?'
As she clung to him, swaying slightly from side to side, he managed to brush his hands along the curve of her full, firm ass. The softness pressed into his palms.
'Oh my… oh my fucking God… her ass… it feels like a goddamn water bed.' he thought, his cheeks flushing hot.
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