My golden finger... is Sugar Mommy?

When I woke up in the semi-darkness, I sluggishly reached for my phone to check the time.

To my surprise, I couldn't find my phone, or even the nightstand where I usually left it.

Still sleepy, I looked around and felt a faint prick of unease. The surroundings were too different from what I was used to seeing in my room. Chasing away the remnants of sleep, I tried to realize what was happening

"What the hell?"

"Kidnapping?"

Muttering the first thing that came to mind, I looked around at my surroundings.

If my hunch is correct…

The kidnappers have very strange taste.

I was surrounded by an unaccustomed for such situations basement, an abandoned country house or a couple of other typical but very suitable places to hold a victim.

Instead, I found myself in a small room, flanked by two luxurious sofas, with an exquisite table in the middle. I was even more attracted to the strange interior, which could only be compared to fanciful fantasy movies.

Suddenly, the room jolted along with me, causing me to rise from one of the couches and sit down on it.

When the jolt was repeated, the realization came to me that I was not just in a room, but in some sort of transportation.

As I concentrated, I felt the slight vibration of the wheels traveling over the uneven ground. That confirmed my theory once again.

From the strangeness of what was happening, a sense of confusion began to stir in my heart.

Is it something like those pranks where people are put in ridiculous situations, hoping to capture their reactions to the delight of the audience?

I thought, and decided to adopt an expressionless face, not giving them the pleasure of seeing my reaction to what was happening.

At the same time, I chaotically searched for any hint of hidden cameras. Unfortunately, no matter how carefully I searched, I found no hint of them or any other gadgets.

Then I decided to turn to the only source of light in the room, the window, behind which the moon shone faintly.

It was deep night outside, which prevented me from getting a proper look at my surroundings.

But I could see a very beautiful unfamiliar face reflected in the glass. His piercing red eyes seemed to follow my every move.

I turned around sharply, hoping to find a uninvited guest. Even my fragile mask of calm was cracking.

Completely discarding the decision to keep my emotions under control, I began to spin wildly in search of the intruder, only to come to one conclusion.

I was here alone.

Turning to the window again, I noticed that the stranger in the reflection was repeating all my actions.

With a rather crazy idea in my head, I reached out a trembling hand toward the glass, connecting my fingers with my reflection.

Then I had no doubts left. The one I was looking at was definitely me.

That legendary... transmigration?

Did I really hang a death flag on myself yesterday?

With the speed of a supersonic turbine, thoughts began to swirl in my head.

Reincarnation, isekai, transmigration are all legendary terms that have spawned countless novels from the earth, something any man, be he a teenage boy or an adult, has dreamed of at least once.

And I was no exception.

Perhaps that's why I accepted what was happening pretty quickly, moving on to the next stage.

Of course it's...

"System!"

"Status!"

"Activation!"

...golden finger.

From the outside it looked like a sudden epileptic seizure, but I didn't care.

After shouting a dozen more words that I suspected might trigger my cheat, I had to stop as there was no response.

A few minutes passed, but no hint of the system appeared.

Clenching my fists in frustration, I felt the ring on my finger.

"Phew."

With a sigh of relief, I sighed.

Although the grandfather in the ring is a rather outdated version of the golden finger and has fewer advantages in contrast to the system, the mere presence of the cheat made me happier.

With a goofy grin on my face, I began to study the ring.

Although at first glance the ring looked rather simple, perhaps even poor, I realized that it was my key to a bright future in this world.

The black ring was decorated with dozens of engraved signs that I was not familiar with.

So I had to spend some time experimenting before the ring showed signs of awakening. It vibrated and emitted a soft blue glow, illuminating the carriage.

Being a civilized person from earth, I am well aware of the importance of first impressions.

So, for the sake of improving my status in the eyes of my golden finger, I decided to treat him as respectfully as possible from our first meeting.

If showing a smile or two could get you more opportunities, why not do it?

As soon as the blue glow showed the first signs of forming into a human shape, I assumed the most successful pose, curving my lips into a welcoming smile, which, along with my new appearance, exponentially increased my attractiveness.

Bowing my head slightly to show respect and clenching my fists in a welcoming gesture, without even a second's hesitation, I respectfully said.

"Greetings, Elder!"

After waiting a few seconds for a response, my hearing was struck by a voice clearly contrary to my expectations.

"Honey, are you okay?"

A melodic voice that combined both care and severity, imbued with faint notes of malice.

With disbelief, I raised my head and looked at my future patron.

For a second, I was taken aback.

Floating in the air in front of me was an incredibly beautiful woman.

Her unimaginably silky black hair curled around her delicate features and fell over her seductive body.

Her white skin, which contrasted with her dark hair, was flawless.

The white blouse, instead of hiding her seductive mountains, only emphasized them more, making it hard to look away.

Furthermore, her entire appearance exuded an aura of power and maturity, giving her an extraordinary charm.

The traces of a frown on her face only added to her allure.

Even compared to the top models of the blue planet, she seemed like a goddess beyond the reach of human eyes.

I was sure if a typical Japanese protagonist were in my shoes, he would definitely get a nosebleed at the sight of her.

Fortunately, I was deprived of this clichéd fate. I just felt the tension building in my lower body.

Honey?

It was only after a few seconds of awkward silence that I realized the meaning of her words.

My golden finger is… Sugar Mommy?

Taking another look at her appearance, I made sure of my assumption.

If there was a dictionary of perverts, there would definitely be a picture of her opposite the term 'Sugar Mommy'.

From this situation, I was a little embarrassed, but definitely not disappointed.

Who would refuse to have a divine milf as a master instead of those decrepit old men?

Of course not me.

It seemed that the golden finger could satisfy many more of my desires than I had originally realized....

"Yeah, I'm totally fine. Thank you for taking care of me, Mommy."

Not knowing how I should address her, I chose the safest option and answered her question, keeping a gentle smile on my face.

Her displeasure seemed to dissipate for the most part after my words, and she asked in a softer tone.

"Given this late call, did you want something, dear?"

Slightly surprised by this display of generosity, I put it down to my outstanding appearance.

Overcoming a strong urge to reply 'You', I began to think seriously.

What do I want?

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