Reincarnated

"Huh? What happened? Did I ascend?"

Michael looked around him and he found himself in an alley. He was lying on the ground so he tried to stand and find out what the hell was going on but his whole body was aching.

"Holy shit! I haven't felt this weak in millennia urghh." There was a green box, he held that and lifted himself up.

"Urghh!! Whose body is this and why am I so injured? I've got more bruises than a tomato in a blender. Essence here is so thin that it will take time to collect some and heal." Michael found that he was full of injuries. From his head to his feet. Everything was injured.

He walked around and what he saw blew him away. Large buildings all around the place and weird metal boxes running in front of him. But who was he? He was Michael, the Supreme Emperor of Immortal Realm. How can he get frightened easily?

"Hmm… looks like I have been transferred to a different realm. From the density of the essence, it certainly is a lower realm."

As he was judging his situation, he immediately felt like the whole world just fell on his head.

"FUCK! First my body got injured and now my head." But then he realized what was happening so he jumped inside the alley again and sat cross-legged. His mind was getting invaded by the memories of the person he was now.

After a while, the pain subsided and he stood up with sweat all over his face.

'So this boy was named Michael too huh? That can't be a coincidence. Who the hell sent me here just before my ascension?'

The body he found himself was named Michael Mystborne. He was a poor college student who worked himself to death to support his family, which consisted of his mother Melina and aunt Cecilia. Michael's family genes didn't just whisper beauty; they screamed it from the mountaintops. His mother and aunt were stunners, and he himself was a handsome fellow. As someone said once, beauty without power is nothing short of curse. He was recently proposed to by a girl from his college. Although he declined, as he is already very busy with his part time, little did he know that one of the girl's overzealous admirers would take rejection as a personal offense, beating him almost every day, finally turning him into a meat ball behind an alley.

"Hmm... What should I do?" Michael mused, tapping his newly acquired fingers against his temple. "In my past life, I was always engrossed in my cultivation, a lonely road without family or friends. It would be naive to dismiss the power I wielded, but hey, second chances are like mystical lottery tickets – not to be wasted."

Determined, he declared with a sly grin, "This time, I'll build my power from scratch, and my lovers will be so numerous, they'll need a spreadsheet just to keep track. The palace might need an extension, or maybe I'll just conquer a few more realms to accommodate them! And boy, don't worry. I will also take care of your mother and aunt seeing how much they struggled to raise you properly. Finally, your revenge. Everything will be accounted for."

Feeling a mix of confusion and acceptance, Michael knew he needed time to figure things out. As he got used to the memories in his head, the strange body began to feel more like his own.

He made his way to the slum where his family lived. There was a brief moment of uncertainty—was it really his family or the body's original family? Deciding not to complicate things, he embraced the idea that this was now his family. Having had no family in his past life made it a bit easier to accept.

He came in front of his house, which was nothing more than a bedroom, a living room combined with a kitchen and a toilet. He knocked on the door, and his aunt opened the door.

"Little Mike, again? What is going on? You are injured again. Come inside and let aunt check." She said with genuine concern.

Seeing this, Michael's heart was filled with warmth. In his last life, even if he came back half-dead, no one gave a fuck. He always tended to his own problems with no one to rely on.

As he stepped into the home, he wasted no time in inspecting his wounds, tears glistening in her eyes. At 36, she maintained a youthful charm with hazel-colored hair, a shade lighter than both Michael and his mom. Despite her petite stature, her figure was well maintained with a slim waist and C cup boobs.

"Please little Mike. Tell aunt and she will solve everything." She was very concerned as Michael was coming home with injuries every day.

"Don't worry Aunt Cecilia. I am fine and I will solve everything in a few days. I am really sorry for worrying you."

Cecilia, who had raised Michael, could clearly see a difference in Michael's demeanor. There was a newfound confidence and pride in his eyes.

'Has he also become more handsome?' She thought but then chose to leave this for later.

"Alright little Mike. Go and take off your clothes. I will look into your injuries properly before Melina comes back." She said and went inside to heat the water up.

Michael stripped down as soon as he reached the bathroom. He looked at his body and was very pleased. Although he had no muscles, his body structure was lean although currently bruised. Complimenting his face, he sure was an eye candy. Furthermore, when he looked down, even he was surprised to see the size of his tool.

'Wow! No wonder girls are crazy for me.' He smiled smugly.

While he was complimenting his own body, his aunt entered the bathroom with hot water. They were currently so poor that they couldn't even afford an electric water heater.

His aunt came inside and immediately put the hot water in the bucket while turning on the tap water. While water was being filled, she too stripped down. Her aunt took baths with Mike many times before since they had to save electricity and water so Michael didn't think much about it. Or so he convinced himself.

As soon as he saw his aunt up close, his heartbeat increased, and his tool started to stand.

"What are you doing Mike? Come here fast or the water will go cold." Cecilia called him over. But shame washed over Michael, so he didn't move. It was his first intimate encounter with a woman.

Seeing him not responding to her, Cecilia came near Michael,

"Mike, are you so hurt that you can't move? Tell me if that's the case, we have some money to see a doctor."

"N-No that's not the case. I-I will take a bath later. You go and enjoy it." He said and started going outside. Cecilia immediately held his hand with which he was trying to hide his dick.

"What's wrong with you, little Mi….Oh!" Her gaze rested upon Michael's dick.

'Shit! When did it grow so much? Did it get so big because he is having an erection?' She continued to stare. Seeing this, even Michael got a bit confident.

"Umm aunt?"

"Huh? Y-Yes. Ahem…. Let's take a bath." She turned around but Michael could see her red face.

Michael went near her and stood just beside her. He took the water and started putting it on his body along with his aunt's body. Cecilia was still stunned and didn't say anything.

Michael took the soap and started rubbing it on Cecilia's body. Feeling the touch Cecilia came out of the stupor,

"Michael.. ahn!!!" As she called Michael's name, Michael touched her nipples. He then started circling his fingers around her boobs.

"Michael, we shouldn't be… ahn ahnnn!" As soon as she opened her mouth, Michael pinched her nipples.

"Shh" He said, shushing Cecilia off and went closer to her. Now his dick touching Cecilia's body. Even Cecilia was now horny. She stopped hesitating and held his dick with her hands.

"Aunt" Michael said softly and slid one of his fingers down to her lips between the legs and slowly started rubbing them.

"Michael…. Faster" she said in an agitated voice and started jerking him faster. Michael also put his mouth on her tits and started sucking them off.

He then took a step further and inserted two of his fingers inside her.

"Yesssss fuckkk… harder…. Mike harder" She was so wet that Michael's hand was drenched with her juices.

"My God!!! I am cumming. Don't stop Mike. I am cumminggggg" She arched and came while Michael's fingers were on her pussy.

Michael took his fingers and put them in front of her. She understood what he wanted and started licking his hands seductively.

"Little Mike, slurrrpp, I don't think, sluurppp, we should do this, but I never had an orgasm like this before." She said all this while licking every part of Michael's finger.

Michael looked at her with a grin, "Aunt Cecilia, do you think I can stop now? You had an orgasm, I didn't!" He said and held his dick while looking at her directly.

"Sigh. How did we become degenerate in a few minutes?" Cecilia said but then got on her knees.