Perverted Mage

Breathe in. Breathe out. Keep calm. Keep calm. Keep calm and think.

"Keep calm, my foot!" I can't accept a p.e.n.i.s.

The man in the reflection copies my action and grabs his hair. "Aaaaah!"

Is this man a teacher? That girl was wearing a uniform. If he's a teacher, doesn't it mean that he got a blowjob from his student?

I am inside the body of a man who slept with his female student.

Damn! It was better if I was reborn as a cat.

"Let's look at the positive side." I let out a laugh, fighting the tears in my eyes. "I didn't wake up with my d.i.c.k inside her v.a.g.i.n.a. I didn't f.u.c.k another female. . . Ha Ha Ha. . ."

I cover my face and sob. I was a straight woman in my past life.

Okay, I wasn't exactly straight. I might have been an as.e.x.u.a.l creature who was not much interested in dating life. I was busy playing games, getting rich, bullying people in the games, and enjoying the glory. I was the freaking emperor in the gaming world. The peak of the mountain belonged to me. I lost everything when I died. Why did I have to die when I was supposed to enjoy the fruits of my labours? What will my family do now?

My mother and my father must be crying a river for me. I have an annoying younger sister who is already married. I am sure that she won't shed a tear for me. My younger brother is still in high school. I promised him that I would gift him a toilet made of gold if he manages to get into a good college.

At least, they will get the money.

"You had to curse me with such a strong grudge." I sigh. The extra thing between my legs feels too strange for me to accept. But, the thing won't disappear even if I stare at it for eternity. I have no choice. I have to accept this extra organ.

"So, I transmigrated into the body of a male teacher."

Usually, the person would die and reborn in a strange world with a cheat. The person would inherit the memories of the previous soul after the transmigration.

Okay, where are the memories? I slap my head. I need memories. I don't even know the name of this man. It should have happened already. Usually, the protagonist always gets the memories right after he wakes up.

I point at the reflection of the n.a.k.e.d lanky man with sharp features in the mirror. "Who are you?"

Not a single foreign memory emerges in my mind. That's okay. I must have a cheat. A system would be nice.

I close my eyes and concentrate hard. Nothing happens. No strange voices in my head or the system window in front of my eyes.

"..." This is strange.

With a heavy heart, I lean closer to the mirror. With one red eye and one gold eye, sharp nose and alabaster skin, the man is quite handsome. He shouldn't be older than twenty. But, I might be wrong. Some people look younger than their real age. I was one of those people in my past life.

His arms and back are full of strange tattoos. Was he a member of the underworld? That would be bad if he was.

In the end, it doesn't matter whether he was a Yakuza or some bad boy in college. I am the owner of this body now. But this man should be rich if he was a mafia lord. I love money. How can I not? I have legitimate reasons to love money. Money can solve all the problems. Okay, it can't solve the problem hanging between my legs. But, it's better to cry with a lot of money in the bank. Should she go for s.e.x-change surgery? I shudder. Going under a knife sounds painful.

I look around the room. The room only has a queen-size bed, a wardrobe with some boring clothes, and some papers on the table. The tip of the feather pen is made of platinum gold. The heaviness in my c.h.e.s.t goes away. I didn't find any cash in the room.

So, does this man have money in the bank?

I drop the pen when someone knocks the door. What should I do now? I find the clothes. I wear a white shirt and black pants as fast as I can. I have to see what kind of shit I have reborn into. I can't hide in this room forever.

The knocks become more urgent. After fixing the hair, I dash toward the door. I will pretend and try to find information about this man first. When I pull the door open, I find a man in a khaki green uniform. The man looks at me with indignance and barks, "Linus!"

I close the door on his face. What the hell did I just see?

A dog in a military uniform?

I knew it. This is a dream. I should go back to sleep.