Important: For readers concerned about the subtle changes in the MC's behavior, I have addressed these points as clearly as possible in the upcoming story.
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Rohit's body was covered in soap, his hands lazily scrubbing across his chest, but his mind was far from the bathroom.
He thought back to that first night in the hospital — the night his adoptive mother had given him a "hand treatment." He'd called her "Mom" without thinking, even though she had warned him not to.
He remembered when she was ready for round two, sitting alone on the bed, waiting. All he had to do was keep pretending to be patient and use the opportunity to get physically closer to her—then leave her trembling, wanting more, so she would start thinking about him in new ways, opening possibilities for the future.
But instead… he left her. Walked away. As if he was going to bed her, which was never part of the initial plan, then backed out at the last second. Why?
In his past life, he had been unapologetically sexual — he didn't care who he was with, as long as they met his standards. So what had changed?
He searched for the answer and found a clue: the first time he saw her, his body reacted instinctively, sitting straighter without him even realizing. And in the hospital, during treatment, the genuine care she showed… it wasn't fake. It was real enough to earn his respect. Maybe even love.
Or maybe… this was the previous Rohit's buried longing for love, reacting through him. A desire to be cared for despite a harsh life — a desire Riku had never understood until now.
Like the desire to be loved despite being treated harshly—a desire that changed only because Rohit, as Riku, altered his demeanor toward her.
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He had left her on that bed because her mind hadn't accepted his advances.
Since he wanted her for the long run, he chose to make an impression—but somehow that triggered his past trauma of being misunderstood and falsely accused. The disgust that came with it clashed with his desire.
That also explains why he might still be haunted by that nightmare recently.
Even Akhil's mom, who had been far too "touchy" with him — normally, he would have taken full advantage. But instead, he had felt… grateful? And that gratitude didn't come from him. It came from the boy whose body he now inhabited.
Even if he could dismiss it all as coincidence or moral conscience on his part, why hadn't his heart allowed him to take advantage of Akhil's mom's hug, when she was actually being overly lovey-dovey with his body?
But instead, he had felt… grateful? And that gratitude didn't come from him. It came from the boy whose body he now inhabited.
…Suddenly, a realization dawned on him, and his throat went dry with panic.
'Wait! Don't tell me… I didn't just inherit his memories. I inherited his instincts too. And they're influencing my decisions.'
Logically, he had no problem if a friend's mother gave herself to him, no matter her reasoning. But his heart had refused. And that heart… wasn't completely his own.
It explained everything — the rage and disgust toward the twins, the undeniable attraction to Shweta, his "crush."
In his old body, he would've assigned them as low priority. But in this young body, he saw them as higher potential mates.
His temper flared faster. His reactions were sharper.. more sensitive to trivial things.
It was both a blessing and a curse.
A shiver ran down his spine as a thought struck him: What if the previous Rohit takes over completely?
But he brushed it off. He still had the urge to claim every woman in his adoptive family. That hadn't changed. And when he thought about his friend's mother as his next target, no conflict rose up. That meant he was still in control — as long as 'he' chose the initiative.
So he concluded, aside from his 47 years of experience , he now carried a teenager's raw instincts — instincts that could shape his life choices if he wasn't careful. And if he didn't manage them, over time society definitely would react.
"Since it's a matter of will… better to make a chart, a table, a proper plan—and stick to it," Rohit muttered. "That way, I can also figure out if I'm missing something."
He rinsed his body with water, only to notice his penis was still in a semi-hard state.
Curious, he glanced at the jar's cap. There wasn't much information on it apart from the name 'Dr. Adityanath Prajapati'.
Then his eyes caught the fading label below which was almost matching with color of jar.
Carefully peeling it back, he read:"Effect: semi-hard state up to 6 hours. Side effects: high sensitivity, possible delay in climax."
"The fuck is this crap…" he muttered. The label's diagram showed semi-hard as "flexibly penetrable — not too rigid."
He clicked his tongue. "Tch. Whatever. Not my problem right now."
He dried off, wrapped a towel around himself, and headed to the wardrobe. Slipped into underwear, adjusting himself, then sat at the study table.
he picked up a fresh notebook and labeled it 'New Module', then flipped halfway through before starting which was actual a little security trick as anyone picking it up by mistake would see only blank pages.
First chart: His own life. Timeline scribbled in shorthand.
— Publicly branded a molester → Kicked from college.
— Joined yakuza → rose as a gang member.
— Internal wars → family gone.
— Left gang → focused on coding.
— Japanese firm job → tipped to Chinese hackers.
— Double agent work → intel helped pull off HongKong Bank heist ($100B) with 3 partners/personal share $30B
— Borrowed ¥50B from Japan → paid a few installments, flipped into Korean gold stored in UK lockers.
— Face surgery → fake identity "Ryu Hayashi" → prepping UK passport.
— Busted during a private gig with a client → killed by her husband, Qualcomm CEO, possibly his husband leaked the identity.
In his Ryu alias, still sitting on $150M from dark-market hacking gigs. 'Note: Don't touch until passport + meet contact. Old accounts likely monitored by Chinese & Japanese agencies.'
Next chart: Rohit.
— Parents dead at 4 → adopted.— At 20, eligible for father's game company shares.
— At 11 Lakhs ⟨₹⟩, current money reserves in Akhil's account.
— 10 thousand⟨₹⟩, monthly allowance.
— Good schools, but no major achievements. Just "Singhania" by name.
He sighed as he looked at Rohit's achievements. There were events of picnics and forging relations in his mind, but that meant nothing in the games of the big to add specially.
For his plan, he began listing the people he already knew—starting with his bitchy cousins, whom he wanted to humiliate.
If he could conquer them, it would boost his standing in social circles.
Then there was his bossy sister, who treated him harshly because she believed herself the "true" Singhania. She needed a reality check, and winning her over could be useful in entering his game company.
Since another sister was already married into another business family, so he marked it— 'for later' as its connection can be used, once explored later.
Then came his strict mother—someone he had surprisingly reached an understanding with, and even fallen in subtle love with.
Here, he hesitated. The thought of using her for his plans made him feel conflicted. Perhaps his instincts were interfering.
Still, he reminded himself that if he could win her over, it would strengthen his position against the Singhanias and connect him to her maternal family, the Ambujas, who owned a 30% stake in the entire family's holdings.
There were side objectives as well, but the immediate priority was Mrs. Singhania, followed by the twin cousins. His sisters could wait.
This weekend, he would focus on learning more about his friend's mother to see if she could be "obtained," just to satisfy his instincts.
His chest ached as he wrote that down, so he marked it as "dependable," to be decided later, wanting to confirm whether his interest came from genuine moral hesitation or from his inherited instincts. Anyways he is going to meet her sooner.
After that, he shifted to his school plan—dealing with the immediate problems of Akhil's video and the issues involving Harsha, Victor, and the principal.
He realized he would need Windows OS for the next phase of hacking, since a clean root ID was essential and Apple's iOS was harder to crack.
That meant getting an Android phone had to be added to his list.
The thought reminded him that he still had the phone numbers of all the high school students.
To hack them, he needed to get them to click on a specific link generated by specialized programs, which were already stored as plugins in his old cloud. All he had to do was download them, something that could be easily masked Ip technique using Android.
First, he powered on his desktop, opened Picaso AI, and generated several model images based on the North Indian diaspora.
After selecting two or three, he compared angles and aspect ratios before settling on one image—an 18-year-old, busty Kashmiri girl posing for a picture in the highlands, surrounded by mountain scenery, wearing a mix of modern and traditional clothes.
Next, he ran it through a text-to-video AI, transforming it into clips of her dancing and standing in scenic wooden house on mountain top, with more focus on her alluring figure.
After making custom edits in a video tool, he created a fresh Stargram account and uploaded the videos.
"Done," Rohit muttered as he clicked upload.
The seeds had been sown. The next game would begin once he would buy his new phone.