My Succubus Harem System In The Reverse World

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Waking Up Between Heaven’s Pillows

I died.

Yeah, it was rough.

But honestly, it was just embarrassing to say the least. I was trying to be the hero and save a frail old woman from getting hit by a speeding delivery truck.

And guess what?

The woman didn’t even need saving in the first place.

I just grabbed her by the shoulders and threw us both to the side, completely ignoring the fact that the panicked truck driver had already turned the steering wheel to avoid her, which meant he ended up running directly over the two of us instead.

Crash.

Then everything went black. That was how my life ended.

Or at least I thought.

When I came to, my face was pressed into something warm and incredibly soft. I kept my eyes shut, breathing slowly.

Why am I still alive?

This has to be a dream.

Has to be.

A woman’s arm was wrapped around me, holding me tight against her chest. Her boobs were basically smothering me, but I wasn’t about to complain.

I nuzzled in a little deeper, enjoying the softness and the faint sweet smell of her skin. For a few minutes, I just lay there, half-convinced I was still imagining everything.

If it’s a dream, I’m going to enjoy it fully.

Then a blue box popped up right in front of my eyes.

[System Initialising...]

[Welcome, Revien.]

[You’ve been transmigrated into a futuristic world.]

[Ninety percent of men have vanished. The few who remain possess the rare ability to empower women through close physical contact. Dungeon gates are open. Monsters pour through daily.]

Monsters?

Like those from novels?

[Jenna Everheart has legal custody of you as your assigned guardian.]

Huh?

Custody.

That word feels heavier than it should, like there’s a reason it’s not "guardian" alone.

But when I try to reach for why, there’s nothing there in the memories.

My eyes snapped open. I tried to pull back, but the arm around me only squeezed tighter.

"Mm... five more minutes," a sleepy voice murmured above me.

I looked up.

Jenna Everheart, the woman beside me, was gorgeous in a real, lived-in way.

Thirty-five, long black hair all messy from sleep, soft curves, and a face that looked like she smiled a lot when life let her.

How do I know her age?

My body feels different.

I’m not Revien anymore. I looked at her for a few more minutes.

She had this gentle tiredness around her eyes that made her feel... human.

Holy shit, she’s actually real.

I stayed quiet, heart hammering fast inside my chest. Her fingers brushed through my hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. I could feel my face getting hot.

Okay, this is definitely not a dream.

And I’m... hard.

Great.

Eventually, she loosened her hold. I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling of a room way nicer than anything I’d ever lived in.

The bed was huge. Big enough for three, easy. But for now, it’s just us.

Jenna slowly sat up, stretching her incredible body. Her tank top had slipped down one shoulder.

She didn’t fix it right away.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she said with a small smile.

"You were out cold last night. I thought you might need the rest after arriving."

I swallowed, searching for anything solid in my memory to hold onto.

There wasn’t much.

What should I ask first?

"So this custody thing... Is it real?"

"Very real."

She swung her legs off the bed.

"Coffee?"

Before I could answer, she padded toward the kitchen. I heard pans clinking, the low sizzle of something cooking.

My stomach growled. I got up, still in the loose clothes someone had dressed me in, and followed the sounds.

Jenna stood at the stove flipping eggs, wearing an oversized shirt that barely reached her thighs. Her black hair was tied up now, a few strands sticking to her neck. She glanced over her shoulder.

"Hungry?"

"Yeah. Starving, actually."

I leaned against the doorway, watching her.

She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Confident. Calm. And those legs... fuck, focus, Revien.

She plated the food and slid it across the counter to me.

"Eat up. You’ll need your strength."

I took a bite. It was good. Really good.

"This is amazing. Thanks... Jenna."

She smiled again, softer this time.

"You can call me Jen if you want. Most people do."

"Jen," I repeated, testing it.

"So... why am I here? My memory is kinda foggy. Why wake up in your bed?"

Jen poured herself a cup of coffee and leaned on the counter opposite me.

"I spent a lot to get you, Revien. Three years of savings plus a big loan from the guild. Top-tier new arrivals like you don’t come cheap. Most men who show up are already claimed fast, especially ones the system flags as high potential. When your transfer hit the registry, I put everything on the line before anyone else could outbid me."

She took a slow sip.

"I wanted someone I could trust at my back. Someone worth protecting. And yeah... someone who could make me stronger in the gates."

I stared at my plate, trying to wrap my head around it.

"You bought me?"

"Officially, it’s called ’securing custody and sponsorship.’ But... yeah. I bought you."

She didn’t look ashamed.

"It’s how things work here. The guild handles the transfers and auctions. I’m not rich, but I refused to let some big company or cold noble take you. You woke up in my bed because this is your home now. With me."

Three years of savings. She really went all in on a stranger.

My memory of this new guy is still dull.

The idea made my chest feel tight in a weird way. Part of me felt flattered. Another part felt... owned.

But looking at her, standing there in that loose shirt with kind eyes, it didn’t feel bad.

"You look... good," I said after a moment.

"When I first woke up, I thought I was dreaming. Having my face right there... against you. It felt too good to be real."

Jen laughed softly.

"You were cuddling pretty hard. I didn’t mind. You seemed peaceful."

"I was thinking about staying there all day," I admitted, cheeks burning.

"Your boobs are... really soft. Comforting. And kind of distracting now that I’m saying it out loud."

She raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Honest. I like that."

She took another sip.

"Most guys who showed up were scared or angry. You seem more... curious."

"Still processing the whole purchase part."

I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Do I have to go fight, too?"

"Not right away. But the guild will want to test your buff potential soon."

She set her cup down.

"Do you have a nickname you like? Or should I stick with Revien, which you mumbled in your sleep?"

"Rev’s fine," I said.

"Or whatever feels natural to you."

We finished breakfast with lighter talk. She asked simple questions about how much I remember, and I gave short answers, skipping the worst parts.

Jen listened without pushing.

It felt... nice. Eventually, I pushed my empty plate away and stood.

My eyes kept drifting to her.

Jen noticed me staring.

Instead of calling me out, she walked around the counter until she stood right in front of me.

"I need to head to the guild soon. But first..."

Her fingers caught the hem of her shirt. In one smooth motion, she pulled it up and off, then tugged her bra down. Her breasts spilled free, big, soft, and right there in front of me, swaying gently with the movement.

I couldn’t stop staring.

Holy shit.

Jen stepped closer, voice low and warm.

"I will be going to the guild. I need a recharge."

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