Prologue.

"I'm so proud of you son." My mother said the same words to me that she had said to me all my life every time I did something moderately well, before throwing herself towards my neck with the strength to cling to it and hug me, without shame or fear because her generous tits would stick against my beefy chest.

In any other circumstance, I would have passed off her words as the typical joy of mothers at seeing their children's success no matter what it was. Fortunately, on this occasion I could take it for granted that she was proud to the bone of me.

Even for her usual displays of affection for me, which I love no matter how small could be, this time it was even more intense.

"Thanks mom, but I couldn't have done it alone…especially without the sponsorship of Jessica's parents." I gave a smile of thanks to a blonde girl who was looking into the distance with two other women.

Well… actually, I could have done it on my own, but I would have taken a 5-year loan from a bank to obtain the necessary capital to start once and for all.

Fuck the bankers, I'm not going to be anybody's lapdog.

"God… this is… wow." A certain man with black hair and brown eyes who wore glasses and who generally gave the impression of being a somewhat submissive type, in addition to unfortunately being my stepfather, still looked incredulously at the 2-story luxury restaurant in front of him whose remodeling was about to be completed.

"Impressed…? I don't blame you Jack, seeing is believing." I suppressed the urge to smirk.

Anyone who knew me well enough would know that if I set my mind to something, I achieve it.

"I-I thought you were joking back then, and since you hardly ever brought it up…" Jack looked at me a little nervously trying to explain his disbelief.

Typical of Jack, apologizing when he thought he had done something wrong even if it was the smallest thing in the world.

What can I say? I am a man of my word.

"And what about my words dear? I always told you my Stevenson would make it! Hmph!" My mother turned to see him at the same time to say that along with a pout, before continuing with her hug full of motherly love.

God, how cute and sexy she looks...

That butt… so far and so close…

What a tragedy, you know?

"Looks like someone will be sleeping on the couch again… huh?" I said with a mocking smile.

"I-I thought that would stay between us! D-Did you forget our man talk?!" Jack looked at me pleadingly, with the look of a sad puppy.

Does that guy really consider himself a "man"…?

Only children and old people can afford to be pitied to gain sympathy, a real man would never be as pathetic as the specimen in front of me named Jack... except for the Simps.

They will never get a woman! No Simp, giving her the deed to your house doesn't mean she'll automatically give you even one hug Simp!

Fuck you Simps!

"Never trust a drunk man... daahhh." I said such a phrase, rolling my eyes, as if it were a universally known fact.

"B-But…!" Jack tried to find something to refute my sentence, but at this point I had already denigrated the subject enough in my mind for today.

"I-It's not fair!." He finally said, and if she was a woman, I'm sure he would have pouted.

Agh, I shouldn't have thought about it, I imagined it…. Anyway, I'm sure that tomorrow he will surely try to impress my dear mother by doing something stupid, as long as he just receives a kiss or as a consolation prize, a hug with a couple of pats on the head.

I can already imagine his face of disappointment; it is not even necessary for me to be present for Jack to fit his own grave… I better let things follow their natural flow and stop paying attention to .

"Hey mom, don't you think you hugged me enough...?" I said something "awkward".

As much as it pains me to deny her displays of affection, it's necessary for my plan to work.

First it was introducing her to my girlfriends, then declaring that I was going to leave home and finally starting to distance myself from her emotionally for "unexplained reasons".

Of course, it's more complicated than all that, and there's also the fact that she married Jack to fill the void left behind by me, but nothing that's impossible to solve.

Just wait 2 more years mom… just 2 more years and you will be mine in body, mind and soul.

The pain of today is the pleasure of tomorrow, and I always pay back with a lot of interests.

"Uhhh…". She sighed in disappointment at my words. "What happened to my cute and adorable son…?" He didn't care before that I hugged him for so long." She spoke to herself, though from the way she glanced at me, it was obviously a hint.

I'll just act as stupid and pretend I didn´t notice that.

"I don't know…erhm…maybe because he's already a 23-year-old young adult?" Jack expressed discomfort seeing how my mother showed me more love in 5 minutes, than him in a week.

"But he is my son! It doesn't matter if he's 3 or 23! He will forever be my cute and lovable Stevenson no matter what his age!" My mother looked at me with a slight pout.

"Why can't you be like before son?! Come back baby and let me raise you again! Maybe then you won't be so cold to your mother when you grow up again! Hmph!"

Ahh… so adorable, that's my same old mom.

She hasn't changed much since she was a child, no matter how tired or angry she was, she would always do even half an hour to give me her undivided attention, cuddles and cuddles.

… A lot of it meant cuddling me in that whole period of time, but I honestly never complained about it.

How not to love such a sexy and loving mother?

"Mom, I can do whatever I set my mind to, but please don't ask me for the impossible, don't make me feel bad about it, mom!" I said with a nervous smile at his unreasonable demands raising my hands.

"Huh… You really can't Steevie? Not even for mommy…? He looked at me with sad puppy eyes.

Damn it! My only weakness!

With all the pain in my heart, I took a deep breath before looking at my mother with the most serious look I've ever had in my life.

"Unfortunately, I am incapable of that mother." I answered before separating from her with a clenched fist of helplessness, and my heart full of pain.

"Moh! It's not fair son! If you get like that you'll make me feel bad too!" My mother said defeated seeing me so depressed.

If my weakness was seeing my mother acting so cute, hers was seeing me in pain.

What kind of sick person would enjoy seeing his son suffer…?

Please don't answer, I don't have time to listen to anyone talk about mommy or daddy's issues.

"Hmph… maybe my pain would go away if yo-".

H-Huh?

Suddenly I felt as if I was arrow shot in the heart, and not in a metaphorical way!

Gahhh! It hurts! IT REALLY HURTS!

"S-Son?" My mother, who knew better than anyone when she was acting and when she wasn't, called me now sounding worried.

"H-Hey, what's up champ?"

Damn Jack, JUST SHUT U-!

Before I knew it, I was falling to the ground and from then on everything that happened was hazy, I just saw random images of what was happening before I started to fall unconscious while.

Jessica desperately doing CPR on me, Carol pale-faced, Jessica crying and I think praying, my mother yelling what I assume was my name while on her knees holding my hand tightly, and Jack on his cell phone probably calling an ambulance.

Am I dying? Because right now? Was it a heart attack? That training for that marathon shouldn't have helped me instead of killing me? Was it the stress of working without resting for days? What will become of my mother and my girls?

But the most that resonated with me before everything went black was….

Why did Jack have to be the last thing in my line of sight before I died?!

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Stevenson had heart failure at 1:14 p.m.

The ambulance arrived at 1:25 p.m.

Stevenson arrived at the hospital at 1:37 p.m.

Stevenson was taken to the emergency operating room at 1:41 p.m.

Stevenson... was pronounced dead at 1:45 p.m.

Official cause of death told to the family and the public: Traumatic brain injury leading to fatal heart failure.

True cause of death: Unknow…

The doctors couldn't do anything… the surgeons couldn't do anything.

What nobody knew was that the culprit of his death was not an internal agent of his world... but an external agent.

It had been an error in the subsystem that was responsible for registering and managing human lives.

A chance that occurred once every 4.72912*10^256 human lives registered by the system that killed accidentally Stevenson.

Because of that, Stevenson would be compensating with the option of being reincarnated in another world with a new life, a new family, a new identity...

… And even the possibility of…

Fulfill all his sexual fantasies.