Pervert in free use world

Slowly, Alex opened his eyes, the remnants of a disorienting sleep still clinging to his consciousness. His mind was foggy, his body sluggish, as if he had been pulled from the depths of a strange dream. Where am I? he wondered, blinking rapidly as his vision adjusted to his surroundings.

He was in an unfamiliar room a modern, sleek space bathed in soft, ambient light. The walls were a mix of black and deep purple, their rich tones giving the room a luxurious and intimate feel. As his gaze roamed over the decor, Alex noticed something peculiar. The posters on the walls all of them featured strikingly attractive men, their perfect physiques and sultry gazes impossible to ignore. Not a single female figure was in sight.

Is this really a boy's room? Alex thought, confused. The mess of clothes, the scattered comics, and the unmade bed all screamed teenage boy, yet something felt undeniably... off.

Wait... wasn't I just pulled into a wormhole? The memory hit him like a jolt of electricity, sending a shiver down his spine. He could clearly recall the moment something strange had dragged him from his computer screen into the unknown. Panic bubbled up inside him as he tried to make sense of it all. What the hell happened?

He sat up abruptly, heart pounding. That's when he noticed another unsettling detail. Why do I seem taller? It wasn't a drastic difference, but the way his legs extended off the edge of the bed, and the angle at which he viewed the room, made it clear. I've grown.

His hands shot up to his face, and what he saw nearly made his heart stop. This isn't my hand.

The skin was flawless smooth, milky white with long, elegant fingers that seemed almost... too perfect. What the hell? Alex muttered under his breath, eyes widening in disbelief. He leaped out of bed, searching the room until his eyes landed on a full-length mirror.

And when he looked at his reflection, his jaw dropped.

The person staring back at him was... breathtaking. A boy, impossibly handsome, with delicate yet masculine features that could make anyone's heart skip a beat. His skin was pale, almost porcelain, with a flawless sheen. Silver hair fell in soft, perfect waves around his face, shimmering under the light. His eyes dark, mysterious, and intense stood out like two deep pools of desire, framed by impossibly long silver lashes.

Bro, this guy is a piece of art, Alex thought, momentarily forgetting his shock. He was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of his new form. If I wasn't so sure of my straightness... damn.

He was tall now, a solid six feet, and his body well, there was no other way to describe it: sculpted. His muscles were perfectly defined, his lean frame both athletic and graceful. He looked like something out of a fantasy a god in human form.

"Ahem," Alex coughed, trying to shake off the strange thoughts flooding his mind. F**k, why is this guy my reflection?

Just as the reality of the situation began to settle in, something else hit him a rush of memories, foreign and yet somehow familiar. He clutched his head as a torrent of thoughts flooded his brain. These were not his memories, but they felt like they belonged to him now. This... this is the world of the game I was playing, he realized, his heart racing. I've been pulled into the game.

But why?

Before he could process any further, a voice called out from downstairs. "Alex! Breakfast is ready!"

The voice was soft, sweet, and undeniably feminine. His... mother?

This is real. I'm really here, Alex thought, still reeling from the overwhelming strangeness of it all. He couldn't just stay frozen here, though. He needed to play along, figure out what was happening.

After a deep breath, he walked downstairs. The scent of freshly made breakfast greeted him as he entered the dining room, his senses more heightened than usual. Seated at the table was a stunning woman with striking pink hair cascading down her shoulders. Her skin was flawless, her eyes an entrancing shade of violet. She looked far too young to be his mother, but the warmth in her smile told him that she was, in fact, his new mother in this world.

"Good morning, sweetie!" she greeted him, her voice filled with genuine affection. "I hope you slept well."

"Uh, yeah... good morning, Mom," Alex replied awkwardly, still trying to wrap his head around this new reality.

As he took a seat, he noticed his mother was wearing nothing but an apron, her curves barely concealed by the thin fabric. He could see the outline of her body, the swell of her breasts, and the curve of her hips. It was a sight that made his heart race and his breath catch in his throat.

Focus, Alex. This is weird, he told himself, shaking his head. Yet, despite his internal struggle, he couldn't deny the pull of his new environment. Everything here felt different heightened.

Another woman sat at the table, this one younger probably in her early twenties. She shared the same pink hair as their mother, though hers was cut in a short, stylish bob that framed her sharp, alluring features. Her eyes, also violet, sparkled with amusement as she glanced at him over the rim of her coffee cup.

"Morning, Alex," she said with a teasing smile. "You're up early today."

"Morning... sis," Alex mumbled, the word feeling foreign on his tongue. So, I have a sister too? He tried to act casual, though the situation felt anything but.

His sister was dressed similarly to their mother, wearing a short, tight-fitting dress that left little to the imagination. Her curves were on full display, and Alex couldn't help but steal glances at her, his heart pounding in his chest.

As he sat down to eat, Alex couldn't help but steal glances at the two women sitting with him. His new mother was absurdly attractive, with an air of sensual grace that made him feel a bit flustered. His sister, on the other hand, had a cool confidence that only added to her striking beauty. It didn't help that both of them were dressed in clothes that hugged their curves in ways that were hard to ignore.

The conversation was light and easy, but Alex kept his responses short, trying not to give away just how out of place he felt. His mind was still racing, piecing together the puzzle of his new life.

Just as he was about to take a bite of his breakfast, a younger girl entered the room. She had the same striking pink hair and violet eyes as the other women, but her features were softer, more innocent. She was dressed in a similar fashion, wearing a short, tight-fitting dress that accentuated her developing curves.

"Morning, Alex!" she chirped, her voice filled with youthful energy.

"Morning..." Alex replied, remember from his memories that he had a little sister too

"Nice to meet you, Lily," Alex said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Lily smiled brightly at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You look different today, Alex. Did something happen?"

Alex's heart skipped a beat at her words. Did she notice something was off? He quickly shook his head, trying to play it cool. "Nah, just had a weird dream last night. That's all."

Lily nodded, seeming satisfied with his answer. She took a seat at the table, her short dress riding up slightly as she sat down. Alex tried not to stare, but it was hard not to notice the way her body moved, the way her curves were accentuated by her clothing.

As they finished breakfast, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This new world was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he wasn't sure how to navigate it. But one thing was clear he was going to have to adapt quickly if he wanted to survive.

After breakfast, Alex excused himself and made his way back to his room. He needed some time to process everything that had happened, to figure out what his next steps were going to be.

As he sat on his bed, he couldn't help but think about the women he had just met his new mother, his older sister, and his younger sister. They were all stunningly beautiful, and their clothing or lack thereof only added to their allure.

This was going to be a challenge, Alex thought, a slow smile spreading across his lips. But he was up for it.

This was just the beginning.