1 Unexpected Gift

"Don't tell me they're taking me to the hospital," thought Kagern as he could no longer hear his crying fan girls. Actually, not a single voice could be heard. "I don't want it! I only want to die!"

Being impotent was enough. He didn't want another disability. Considering how the bull had collided with him and sunk its long horn deep into his chest, how he had hit his head hard on the bullfighting ground and broken some bones as a result, survival would only mean more depression.

Kagern McHegan wasn't poor or anything. Many people would even kill themselves to win his lifestyle as a trophy. That's because they didn't know how miserable it was. All they knew were how many Lamborghinis were parked in front of a mansion his dad had gifted him. Millions of views on his songs, drum beats and model-level pics. No one knew why he avoided women.

"He's arrogant," they would say. "Just like any other superstar."

Could he tell them the real reason? Of course no! He would rather go fight a gorilla in Rwanda or a bull in Mexico like today, instead of enduring mockery from the netizens.

'Wait! Am I even in an ambulance? There's no sign of movement and I'm not feeling any pain.'

Kagern tried to raise his hands to check if they had removed the horn. To his surprise, his arms moved as if no broken bones.

'This is impossible!'

Even his eyes fluttered open. 'What kind of a hospital is this?' He asked himself as he stared at a rocky ceiling. 'This is more of a cave than a hospital.'

His hands which have been searching for a horn on his chest, touched a wool-like material instead. He wandered his eyes to look at what it was, only to find a beautiful girl sleeping peacefully as if his chest was a pillow.

Was she a nurse?

Wait!

Why would a nurse sleep over a patient, let alone a rich kid like Kagern? Was she one of his fan girls?

'Sweet mother of Jesus!'

He tried to look at her face, but it was covered by her silky long auburn hair. After removing a few strands, he could tell she was hot. That not only her hair looked like honey, but also her...

'Pure thoughts please!'

Nevertheless, this provoked his desires. However, when he remembered he couldn't do anything, his body went numb except the area around his chest—maybe because of the warmth from her boobies.

The thought of having a girl's chest pressed against his, brought floods of dirty thoughts into his mind. Surprisingly, he felt his little brother down there reacting.

"Really?"

Kagern immediately pushed the unknown girl aside to check.

'What kind of a hospital that dresses its patients like actors of a historical movie?'

This was his question as he struggled to uncover his little brother.

"Oh my goodness! So, being normal looks like this, eh? It's so big!"

The little brother was pale, not looking like Kagern's at all. Why would he give a damn? Maybe it was because he was sick. He assumed.

"I feel so good! So good! This is so good!"

Before he could do further experimentations, a siren voice startled him.

"Brother Byron, are you alright?" One could detect fear and concern in her voice. She even dared to hug him from behind.

'Brother what?'

Kagern immediately hid his treasure, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he turned around. This place was indeed a cave, with only a bed, a dozen of mysterious books placed on a large table and a set of drums.

'What kind of a sick joke is this?'

A pair of teary blue eyes stared at him, their owner touching his face with her soft hands.

Before Kagern could react, his body jerked forward and became paralysed. He fell to the ground, trembling like a electric shock victim. Soon, from nowhere, fatigue and pain invaded his organs and forced him to shut his eyes.

'What's happening to me?'

'Don't tell me I'm dying! No! Not after becoming a man. I should at least masturbate. I want to know how the legendary orgasm feels like.'

Not long after that, a waterfall of foreign information flooded his mind.

Byron Drumline. 18 years old and a son to the Patriarch of the Drumline Castle. He is a disgrace to his family—the weakest of all the people in that castle. Even the maids are much stronger.

He was cast to live alone in a cave for he was no longer Byron. This name, his name and identity, were given to his stepbrother who met all the requirements of marrying from the Flaming Realms and save his castle from direct slavery.

As the information continued pouring in, the pain kept diminishing until everything became normal again... physically. As for mentally, he couldn't believe his bad luck.

How was he going to enjoy his new found abilities? He should have transmigrated into a body of a young master not a disgrace to his family, right?

'Oh gods! I have transmigrated! Though I'm a disgrace to my family, at least I have a chance to enjoy privileges of being a male. Considering the situation, things are not going to be easy. But I will never waste this unexpected gift. I'll do more than my best.'

At that moment, he heard Gillian crying. "Brother Byron, please don't leave me!"

Byron opened his eyes.

"Where can I go without you, Gillian?"

Her tears fell onto his lips, and as if to remove them, she leaned in and kissed him passionately.

Even if he was a 32-year-old virgin, he had kissed many girls in his clips and concerts, let alone this inexperienced little chick. But this kiss felt different. Good and addictive.

"I thought you were dead!" She hurried to say as their lips parted. Byron was too stupefied and confused to say anything.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you," she continued.

Before she could confuse him more, Byron found the answers in his memories.

Gillian. 16 years old and a Queen Beauty of the Drumline Castle. Her parents plan to marry her to Knox—Byron's little stepbrother who loves her like crazy.

Gillian was a maid his mom appointed to serve him with everything he would need from the castle. Though she never confessed her love to him, Byron could tell by the way she just kissed. She was even the only person who dared to call him Byron when it was forbidden.

That day, they had been playing near the cliff when Gillian accidentally pushed him.

"It's OK!" assured Byron, as he pulled her for a hug. He gently stroked her back, trying to calm his little brother at the same time. This was not the right time to revolt.

Meanwhile, as Byron patted her back, the crying stopped and gasping replaced it. She gasped and gasped.

As a result, she trembled and caused her big boobies to brush against Byron's chest. Again and again. At last, he couldn't control himself. He immediately stood up and took slow steps toward the entrance. Though he was in an 18-year-old body, he couldn't picture himself doing such things with a 16-year-old girl... not to mention that he had other important matters to tend to first.

If he wanted to enjoy this new life of his, he had to first change many things. First, his reputation. Second, he was not going to allow anyone to continue keeping him in a cave as if he was a prisoner.

'How the hell am I going to do it?'

To come up with a plan, Byron explored his new memories once more. Soon, the corners of his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

He had found a way.

Just like that, he grabbed Gillian's hand, stepped under the sun and traversed the deserted fields chatting with her to know more about that new world.

...If only he knew what awaited him.

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