#24
“Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…”
William grunted through gritted teeth, his arms trembling under the strain of his body weight. His muscles burned like they were on fire, each rep feeling more like a war than a workout. Sweat poured from his forehead and splattered against the wooden floorboards of his room, forming a small puddle beneath him.
“Twenty-nine… thirty—ugh!”
His arms finally gave out, and with a groan of defeat, William collapsed chest-first onto the floor, limbs sprawled and quivering. He rolled over slowly onto his back, breathing like a man who had just escaped drowning, eyes wide open and staring at the wooden ceiling above him.
“Damn it,” he muttered between shallow breaths, “I used to knock out fifty push-ups without breaking a sweat… back home.”
He blinked. Back home.
The words felt increasingly distant now—like a dream blurred by time. Earth, the ordinary world with its predictable rules and average women, felt like a faded photograph. Here, everything was strange. More specifically, the women.
Every woman he’d encountered since arriving in this world, from his buffed mother to his little sister Diane, all seemed to possess physical strength that put him to shame. Diane even lifted a full box of groceries with one hand and offered him a patronizing pat on the head when he tried to help. It burned him inside.
He wasn’t necessarily weak—at least, not in spirit. But his body? Thin. Wiry. Fragile-looking, almost like a scholar who’d skipped gym class for twenty years. Not that he didn’t appreciate knowledge, but lately, all he could think about was building muscle, gaining strength, and proving—if only to himself—that he wasn’t just some damsel waiting to be rescued. If only sexual stamina equates physical strength…
Thinking about it again, it’s really weird how he can outmatch any woman in sex but remain physically weaker than them. And it didn’t even mean that he had far greater stamina compared to them. After all, he once tried jogging with Celestina, but he could not even last for 15 minutes before he was out of breath, while Celestina remained composed. So, how the hell is he able to overwhelm in bed? It’s a question that is completely beyond science!
He sat up with a groan, wiping sweat from his brow, then looked at his reflection in the small mirror propped up on the wall.
“Still skinny as a twig,” he sighed. His shirt was already off, revealing faint outlines of muscle starting to form around his arms and chest, but to him, it still felt like nothing. “At this rate, I’ll get mistaken for a sissy.”
Although he doubts that would happen in this world inhabited mostly by women.
He rose to his feet, legs wobbling slightly as he stumbled toward the nearby jug of water. He poured it over his head and let the cold splash jolt him back to life. The chill helped. It cleared the fog in his head and calmed something that had been stirring deep inside him all day—something carnal, primal.
Yes, that too had been a growing issue.
Since arriving in this world, his libido had been running wild—like it had been unchained. At first, he chalked it up to stress or some lingering side effect of being isekai’d across dimensions. But it had only grown worse.
Everything set him off lately. A simple glance at his mother’s heaving chest, or watching his sister wander around the house in just their underwear, or when Daniela started working out, her muscles glistening under the sun—it was getting hard to focus. Harder still to sleep. His dreams had turned… vivid.
At first, he tried suppressing it. Meditating. Reading. Cold showers. But none of it worked for long. That’s when he turned to training. Vigorous, relentless, exhausting exercise. The kind that would leave him sore, too tired to think about anything else.
He wasn’t just trying to grow stronger—he was trying to channel that chaotic energy into something productive.
“Sexual frustration and weak muscles,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. “Fantastic combo.”
Although despite his weak physique, as he said, he seemed invincible in bed, often outlasting both his mother and sisters, and even that seemly insatiable rabbit. Just what the heck is this? This strange sense of wrongness in my body…
With his heartbeat finally steadying, William dried himself off with a worn towel. Downstairs, he could hear the faint clinking of dishes, footsteps, and muffled laughter. The girls were probably gathered in the kitchen.
“Time to shower,”
Urged by his growling stomach, William headed downstairs to get something to eat after his shower.
He peered into Celestina’s room and found the girl sleeping. He smiled before closing the door gently. He passed by his mom’s room and found her snoring lightly. Walking inside, he found the blanket crumpled on the floor, while Allison, was spread-eagled on the bed, wearing only a pair of boxers.
He shook his head and picked up the blanket before covering her, lest she get a cold with how cool the entire room was due to the air conditioner working its best.
He went straight to the kitchen to fix something, when he saw Evelyn having a sandwich and coffee at the kitchen island counter. Although she was a servant in name, no one treated her as one. Of course, the household chores are done by her, but most of the time, she is just like anyone in the family. Having a room of her own, capable of scolding the rest of the members of the family – except him- and receiving high respect from each one of them.
And she’s kind and respectful, something he had noticed living with her these past few days. Despite the few memories he was able to recall, most of them were not good ones. The only silver lining was that the original was not violent; it was a wonder that she still served him wholeheartedly. If it were someone else, they would have quit or outright started hating him.
Evelyn smiled sweetly when she saw him. “Good afternoon, Master William,” she said. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“No, it’s fine. I’m just a bit hungry.”
“Oh, you’re on time. I’ve made too many sandwiches. Well, if you’re okay with it. But if you want something else, please tell me.”
“Sandwich is good.”
William sat on the chair opposite hers and picked up a sandwich.
“I’ll get you a drink,” she said. “Is milk good?”
“No, I’ll have coffee.”
Evelyn stopped and looked at him in confusion. He never had coffee, saying he hates it. The bitterness, the color, “Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yeah, is something wrong?”
“No, nothing.” Despite feeling doubtful, Evelyn started making his coffee.
“…you never have coffee.”
“I started to like it recently.”
“I see… how many sugar cubes should I add?” she asked. Normally, she would not need to ask, since she already learned the taste of every member of this family by heart and knows what they want. But this has no precedent. She had never thought or imagined William asking for a coffee.
“Two,”
Evelyn wondered if maybe William had a bad dream last night, and that’s what made him act so weird. Although he was acting weird these past few days. She had never seen the house so peaceful and full of happiness since she had started living here. Of course, the cries of happiness as well.
What they were doing behind closed doors was not a secret to her. She could hear voices coming from the rooms, mostly William’s room. Sometimes the voice was from the older daughter, Daniela, or their mother, Allison. She could even hear the voice of Celestina, and her friend, who seems to have increased the time of her visit to almost every day.
She was envious. But other than that, she was happy. Although there were ups and downs, happiness and excitement, the family treated her very well. So, she feels happy when they are. This was a good thing. A family that sticks together, stays together. Well, in this case, a family that uses a man’s stick together stays together. Evelyn grinned at her joke. Nevertheless, she was satisfied with the atmosphere lingering in the house in recent days.
William had already eaten two of the sandwiches when his mother wandered downstairs.
“Oh? That looks good,” Allison said, sounding more awake.
“Do you want some, Mom?”
“I’ll have it~”
Allison sat beside him, “Coffee?” she asked in wonder the moment she saw William’s cup.
“Yeah… is something wrong?”
“When did you start drinking coffee?”
“I started liking it recently…” Like forever, is his instinctual response. But William immediately remembered that this world is different from his. And in this world, ‘William’ is almost the opposite of him. Maybe he dislikes coffee?
“You hated that.”
“…w, well, I guess I have some new fondness for it.” William smiled wryly while sipping his coffee. “It’s good.”
“Yeah, I agree. But you don’t need to force yourself, okay. I mean, milk is good. But if you like it, that’s… okay as well. Eve, get my coffee too.”
Evelyn once again made coffee for her. She also made more sandwiches.
“You woke up quite early? Shouldn’t you rest more?” he asked.
Allison returned home at dawn after having a night shift, which is why she looked so tired and sleepy. “Got hungry,” she said, munching on her sandwich. She leaned on his shoulders, not like a mother, but more like a woman trying to act spoiled with her lover.
William smiled and hugged her shoulders with his arm, caressing her shoulder gently. “Get some proper sleep after filling your stomach,” he said.
“I will,” she yawned before sipping her coffee.
The three of them finished their meal while chatting about miscellaneous things- well, mostly about Allison’s day at her work. Evelyn also told stories about her recent grocery shopping, where she witnessed two women start fighting because of a man, and another one came, turning it into a brawl.
She animatedly reported what had transpired, how the girls ripped each other’s clothes, and even got some individuals involved in the chaos. It was funny, she said. The three of them laughed, and for the first time, Evelyn started to feel as if the world was much brighter, especially when she saw William laugh at her jokes. This is the first time I’ve seen him laugh like this. She mused, and she became enlivened.
William excused himself and returned to his room.
He walked toward his computer, planning to surf the internet to kill time. Suddenly, an intruder opened the door of his room. His door didn’t even squeak when Allison opened it and stepped inside.
She walked toward him and suddenly hugged him from behind.
“Mom—”
She cut him off with a soft kiss on his lips. She held him tight against her chest, cradling him like a precious doll while her long, slender fingers started teasing the bulge of his underwear. William gasped into her mouth, and the opening of his lips let her tongue slide through.
Allison pulled away from him briefly to say gruffly, “Mom is exhausted and stressed, dear. Can you help Mom unwind?”
“What?” he started to ask, but then she was kissing him again. Then her hands were everywhere, and it was as if his vocal cords were paralyzed. William found himself limp as his mother did what she liked. Pulling his shorts down over his underwear and rubbing the pale skin of his butt. Yanking his shirt up, revealing his braless chest once again to her gaze.
“I knew you were not wearing your bra again, you naughty boy~” she grinned, breaking up their lips to pull it off his body and toss it on the floor. Then she pulled him to his bed and sat down with his back to her chest. Something soft pressed into his back.
“M, Mom, I think you need to rest properly. Sleep, I mean, we can just cuddle and sleep. I’ll sleep with you,” he suggested while feeling her hands roam over his chest and stomach.
“Don’t worry about anything, dear. This is a much better way to relax and rest.”
“M, mom, did you drink?”
William could smell alcohol on her breath. A moan oozed out from his lips when he felt her hand skim over his underwear. Her fingers brushed over the fabric covering his bulge before suddenly grabbing the entirety of his length, and sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine.
“Don’t ask questions, dear. I’m your mother, so you should do what I told you, okay?”
William continued to struggle a bit in her arms, but she was much stronger than him.
“Okay, Mom. Do you want me to do anything?”
Seeing him finally complying with what she wanted sent Allison to cloud nine. Her expression beamed, and she gave him a long, tongue-wrestling kiss. William sighed as he kissed her back, welcoming the warm glide of her tongue across his. She had a tight grip on his hip with one hand and the other was cupping the back of his neck, as she slanted her head to rub her lips against his sensually.
Allison ended the kiss to stare into his eyes.
“That’s my good boy. Help mommy undress,”
