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A Second Life, A Heavenly Blessing

Victor was just an ordinary college student in his previous life.

As well as a desperate virgin.

He could only dream of his English teacher who had such huge boobs.

His English literature teacher.

She was a thirty-year-old woman.

With a beautiful face and enticing busty figure.

She has huge F-cup breasts.

Which would seem to burst out from her clothes.

His biology teacher also had huge breasts.

She was the hidden crush of almost every male student from his class.

Including Victor.

Victor never in his wildest dream thought.

That he would be transported to another world.

With heaven’s blessing accompanying him.

First, he was angry at Heaven or God.

Whoever brought him into this world.

But now he didn’t know if he should hate or feel grateful.

For giving him such beauties as a family.

Other than these three women.

There were another three beautiful women in his family.

His aunt.

His sister-in-law.

And his sister.

And none of them less beautiful than these three.

’Fuck the world, I have system cheat. I don’t need to take unnecessary risks. I will live a happy life with my beauties while cultivating through the system. Until I become strong enough to return to the earth before my previous family here. Haha, what a good plan.’

Victor thought in his mind.

And laughed silently.

As he laid on the fragrant boobs of his mother.

Being held in her arms by her devilish figure.

Which was very exciting.

His face was buried in her soft chest.

Her scent filled his nostrils.

It was floral and warm.

Like spring flowers after rain.

He could feel her heartbeat.

Steady and comforting.

But he didn’t know.

His mother could feel his hardness poking her stomach.

Her body tensed for just a moment.

A deep blush crept across her cheeks.

Her face turned crimson in the dim firelight.

She thought in her heart.

’Look like he finally grown up.’

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

’What a hopeless little boy.’

But there was no anger in her thoughts.

Only a strange mix of embarrassment and motherly affection.

She knew he was no longer a child.

His body had matured.

His desires were natural.

She understood.

After all, she was a woman too.

She had felt the gaze of men before.

But this was her son.

Her little boy.

Who used to run to her arms when he was scared.

Who used to cry when he fell.

Now he was a man.

With a man’s needs.

A man’s urges.

She felt his hardness pressing against her.

It was warm.

It was insistent.

It reminded her of his father.

Of the nights they shared.

Of the passion that created this very boy.

Her face burned even hotter.

’Stop it, Anna. Stop thinking like that.’

She scolded herself internally.

But she didn’t push him away.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t want to embarrass him.

To make him feel shame.

She knew how fragile young men could be.

How one moment of rejection could scar them forever.

Thankfully his face was buried on her breast.

Otherwise, he would see her expression.

See the redness of her cheeks.

The uncertainty in her eyes.

The shame she felt for even noticing.

Very shameful.

But she said nothing.

She just took a breath.

A long, steadying breath.

And hugged him deeply.

Pulling him closer to her warmth.

Her arms wrapped around him protectively.

She could feel his heartbeat now.

Rapid and wild.

Just like hers.

She closed her eyes.

And tried to focus on the crackling fire.

On the warmth of the room.

On anything but the hardness pressing against her.

She was his mother.

She would always be his mother.

No matter what.

She would protect him.

Care for him.

Love him.

Even if it meant enduring this embarrassment.

Even if it meant pretending she didn’t notice.

Her mind drifted.

She remembered holding him as a baby.

So small.

So fragile.

Now he was a man.

A man who would one day find love.

A man who would one day leave her.

But tonight.

Tonight he was still her little boy.

Her arms tightened around him.

She also tried to sleep.

Her breathing slowly steadied.

The fire crackled softly.

The warmth enveloped them both.

Mother and son.

Together in the quiet night.

She felt his body gradually relax.

His breathing deepened.

Sleep was finally claiming him.

She smiled softly in the darkness.

A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Not of sadness.

But of love.

And of letting go.

Her little boy was growing up.

And she would always be there.

To catch him when he fell.

To hold him when he needed comfort.

To love him.

No matter what.

Her arms wrapped around him protectively.

The fire crackled softly in the fireplace.

The warm glow bathed them both.

Victor felt her breathing slow.

Becoming steady and peaceful.

His own heart eventually calmed.

The excitement faded.

Replaced by a strange sense of comfort.

He was safe.

He was cared for.

And he had a plan.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow he would begin his journey.

But tonight.

Tonight he would rest in his mother’s embrace.

And dream of the future.