I woke up in an absurdly luxurious bed, but completely unfamiliar. Black silk sheets embroidered with golden threads, a canopy carved from ebony and jade, pillars that seemed to hold up the ceiling with coiled dragons. Everything screamed ancient opulence, as if I had been thrown back into a lost dynasty inside an imperial palace.
"Mm? What is this…?"
[User detected]
[Awakening confirmed. Initiating memory fusion]
A brutal headache tore through my skull like a red-hot nail. I collapsed back onto the pillows, gasping. Minutes later—or perhaps hours—the memories aligned with terrifying clarity.
I had just been reborn.
Not as anyone ordinary: as the crown prince of the Jade Kingdom, one of the four great empires. The body I now inhabited was young, strong, perfect… and now mine.
"Are you a system? Something to make me the most powerful being in this world?" I asked mentally, a mix of disbelief and greed surging through me.
[User confirmed. Beginning system installation process]
[Internal thoughts will be scanned. Applying maximum compatibility configuration]
[10%… 20%… 35%…]
I waited, holding my breath, already picturing an overpowered system: stats, cheat skills, infinite harem, accelerated cultivation…
Then the double carved wooden doors opened with a soft creak.
She entered.
Tall, slender, platinum blonde hair falling in perfect waves down to her waist. She wore a white silk robe, translucent at the edges, cinched with a jade sash that emphasized an impossible waist and highlighted generous breasts that shifted slightly with every step. Her hips swayed with feline grace—maternal, yet at the same time… sinful.
My cock jumped involuntarily under the sheets. The desire hit instantly, raw and animalistic. She was my mother. The widowed queen. And my body reacted as if I had never seen a woman before.
"My son…" Her voice was soft, velvety, filled with genuine concern. She approached the edge of the bed and sat, placing a cool hand on my forehead. The touch sent an electric current straight to my groin. "You've finally woken up. You took a very hard blow during training with your master. You've been unconscious for three days."
My master. A plebeian martial artist. The best hand-to-hand fighter the kingdom had seen in generations… but still just a commoner. His ceiling was to be my personal instructor. Nothing more.
"He is in prison for injuring you in that way," she continued with chilling casualness. "I don't know if you wish to speak with him first… or if you prefer I have him beheaded for daring to harm a member of the royal family."
She said it as if commenting on the weather. Without blinking.
I swallowed hard. "No, Mother. I'll speak with him later. Just… let me rest a little more."
She smiled, maternal and tender, then leaned in to kiss my forehead. The scent of jasmine mixed with something warmer, more intimate, flooded my senses. Her breasts brushed lightly against my chest through the thin fabric. I felt her hardened nipples press against me for an eternal second.
And right then—
[Installation complete at 100%!]
[CUCK SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
[Welcome, Host.]
"Cuck? What the hell do you mean, cuck?"