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Chapter 1: Anothter World
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1: Anothter World - Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream:"Graduate college.Get a job.Screw MILFs." But reality wasn't so kind to him—black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death-he died. Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either. He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all? "What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!"
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Aunt Harem Anal Sex First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Slow
9:15 p.m.
A young man—probably in his twenties—sat hunched over his desk, dim blue light from the monitor washing over his weary face. Heavy bags sagged beneath his bloodshot eyes. His shoulders drooped like a man carrying years of debt rather than days.
“Erik, take these files too. You’ve got to complete it by tomorrow. See ya!”
Another voice rang from behind—his manager, perhaps in his forties, already halfway out the office gate with his coat slung over one shoulder.
“There’s still more left? I thought it was almost over!”
“Yeah, it was. But the company changed a few things last minute ... so ... good luck!”
The door slammed shut.
Erik groaned and slumped forward. “Aww man, not again...”
He rubbed his temples, then sighed. “Seven days straight ... no breaks ... no holidays ... just back-to-back 12 to 16-hour shifts.”
The coffee had stopped working after Day 3.
He hadn’t left the office in almost a week—sleeping on the small couch behind the desk, eating from vending machines when he remembered to, and showering at odd hours in the building’s grimy washroom. His body felt like rusted machinery. His soul felt worse.
He was just a normal office worker—well, a severely overworked one. Still, when he graduated from college, he had a dream.
A very simple dream.
“Get a job. Screw a few MILFs. Live a good life.”
But now even that fantasy had burned out. Reality beat imagination until it cowered in a corner.
Inflation. Debt. Rent.
Bills stacked faster than paychecks, and he clung to the first company that hired him—blind to the warning signs, unaware it was a black company that fed on human hours like a vampire.
3:15 a.m.
“Haaah ... finally...”
He slumped back in his chair, the report finished. He blinked slowly, his eyes unfocused. “No dinner. Can’t go out now—it’s too late ... too cold...”
He yawned. His body sagged forward, eyelids drooping.
And then—he fell.
Head hitting the desk with a thud.
But this time ... the sleep didn’t feel like collapse.
It felt like surrender. Like slipping into warm water, wrapped silk, mother’s arms.
A comfort he hadn’t known in years.
Then slowly but surely--
He heard sounds. First far. Then it seemed to be close. Too close.
As if someone was breathing just next to him.
Breathing.
Soft. Feminine.Right beside him.
His eyes opened softly. Only to find darkness all around him and a sense of breathing just near him.
But he couldn’t focus on that now, since he was already puzzled by something.
His mind felt clear. Clear as in he hadn’t felt like this since the moment he had joined the company or even before that. A sense of clarity like none before. He inspected his body, only to find that his core was shaped like a greek god. Packs on it. His hands had muscles that felt like they could really do some manual work. And his chest? it was bigger than many ... ermm... (No offense)
Erik tried to jerk up but then he suddenly stopped.
He inspected first.
He was sleeping beside someone.
Someone that had a really nice scent. Like lavendar.
Then suddenly a jolt of pain rushed to his head-- he clutched his head. He wanted to cry, to writh but he didn’t. He couldn’t. The pain only remained for a few minutes.
But then it subsided.
And with it; came the memories.