After my untimely release from lack of control, I had excused myself to the bathroom.
Luckily, the woman didn’t mind it too much as she just smirked in victory and left saying she will get something to eat.
I felt a little ashamed from cumming so fast, but I also felt too weird about the strange morning I was having.
My first thought was that I was in some sort of a lucid dream, but this was feeling too real to be a mere dream.
But who knows, dreams were something we humans had no power or understanding about.
Currently, I was looking in the mirror.
From the mirror, a handsome face was staring back at me, copying everything I did with perfect lateral inversion.
He looked tall, around 6 to 6’1 feet tall. The features were delicate and sharp, with a decently fit body that suggested he wasn’t too much into fitness but wasn’t a slacker either.
There were no defined abs, but the belly was firm and slim.
Also luckily, there were no body hairs either, something that I hated.
After staring at the handsome fella in the mirror, I sighed and massaged my head.
Few theories were surfing in my mind, namely transmigration, and other fantasy tropes.
Isekai.
It was cool to assume that I had taken over the body of someone else, maybe in a different world?
This body looked much better, had a bigger dick, and even the ’girlfriend’ looked a million times better.
The room was also better, and the only thing that was a little off-putting was that my- or rather this body’s girlfriend felt a little too dominating.
After all, she literally called me a little toy.
But it was nothing too major.
If nothing else works out, I can just break up and start my life anew.
Cutting off the past and starting afresh, as they say.
But then, this led to my final and biggest two obstacles.
First, unlike the other people from stories and shit, I didn’t inherit any memories or knowledge. So I don’t know how to act.
I also don’t know what happened to my original body, but it wasn’t that big of an issue for me.
I’m not any Batman kind of man with a tragic past or orphan childhood, but I am a middle child of my family.
I do love my mom, dad and other two annoying siblings, but it’s also safe to say that I can easily live without them for a long while.
Best proven by my choice of getting a university far from my home, and also taking a hostel.
I also took up many side gigs to let myself float without having to ask too much from back home.
So surprisingly, it wasn’t the biggest issue on my mind.
My second biggest issue was a question.
’Did I also get a system, or some kind of a cheat?’
It was very important, after all.
It was the basis of every fantasy world.
The gateway to godly strength.
So, I could only hope as I said a word that was stuck on the tip of my tongue...
"Status."
I held my breath, staring at the mirror with focused eyes.
Luckily, the fantasy rules didn’t disappoint me.
[ User: Aaron Cross ]
[ Level: 3 ]
[ Exp: 34% ]
[ Title: Otherworldly Soul (Legendary) ]
[ Class: Boy Toy (Common) ]
[ Race: Human (Male) ]
[ ~Stats~ ]
[ Strength: 15 ]
[ Agility: 18 ]
[ Stamina: 20 (4) ]
[ Intelligence: 13 ]
[ Magic: 0 ]
[ Additional Points: 0 ]
[ Skills: 0/5 ]
[ Inventory: 0/1 ]
I blinked.
At least my name was exactly the same as how I remembered it.
The other things weren’t particularly hard to understand either, it was a pretty straightforward and clean status screen.
Floating in front of my eyes with a mystique blue design, and looking at the mirror with my side eye, I noticed that the screen wasn’t visible on it.
It was safe to assume that it was only visible to me, but I couldn’t be too sure. Though, after trying to touch it, my hand phased right through.
So it wasn’t a physical construct, at the very least.
I also noticed my awesome, legendary title. It just served as another proof that I have indeed been transmigrated, or isekaid, in other words.
But... the biggest problem was the fucking class!
Did my own fucking status tell me that I have a class named Boy Toy
In addition, as if to prove my bullshit class, a charming voice drifted into the bathroom.
"Aaron, my sweet little toy~" she sang in a sultry tone, reminding me of my own antics that I pulled when I wanted to embarrass or tease my ex-girlfriend.
Now being on the receiving end, I didn’t feel too good about it.
But as I didn’t have any prior knowledge of this body, I chose not to reply to the tease.
I just sighed and came out of the bathroom after wrapping a towel below my waist.
"Hey, handsome, what are you hiding under this towel?"
She was also wearing her bra and thigh lengthed shorts, but that just made her even sexier.
She slowly moved closer to me, pushing me against the wall as she teased me, sliding her hand down my towel.
’Wow... are all women in this world so horny?’
I wasn’t really complaining about it.
It was hard to find such... active women, although I liked mine to be a little submissive.
’Is my status only voice controlled, or does it work with thoughts too?’ I thought as I acted embarrassed, while also enjoying her teases.
It was easy to guess that this body’s past owner, also called Aaron– ruining my good name, to be honest– was a submissive man.
So acting submissive was all I needed to do for the woman to quickly take the lead and get me on the bed, after throwing off my towel.
’Status.’ I thought, while grunting in pleasure from her rough handling of my little broski down there.
Luckily, the status opened up obediently.
But I already knew about it, my intention was to check out the bullshit class first.
Thus, a little focus was all it took for the class window to pop up.
[ Boy Toy (Common Class) ]
[ You’re a spoiled little toy for a higher levelled existence. You exist to satisfy the higher existence’s needs. ]
[ Their Need: Sexual relief ]
[ Class Benefit: Stamina +25% ]
I was speechless, even my grunts paused for a moment.
Never have I ever expected that my transmigration would be... like this. Never.
Though, it seems that I have been distracted for too long.
"...Aaron." the woman said, no warmth, no teasing, just a cold, flat tone, "What are you doing?"