Chapter 1: Cuckold

Money had always smelled like expensive perfume and cheap hotel sheets to Zach Quinn.

He didn’t have a corporate job, a wealthy family, or a college degree worth the paper it was printed on.

What he did have was a face carved like a statue, a body built for sin, and a total lack of moral standards when it came to surviving.

For years, Zach had carved out his existence in the dark underbelly of the city’s nightlife, earning his living off wealthy, bored, or lonely women who paid handsomely for his company and his silence.

It was a dirty life, but it paid the bills. Until Kim.

Kim was younger than his usual clientele, reckless, rich daddy’s girl and far too sloppy.

She had begged him for weeks, dropping thick stacks of cash just to be near him. Inside the dimly lit motel room, the sheets were tangled, the air thick with sweat and hushed moans as Kim lost herself in the heat of the moment.

Zach was simply doing his job, completely detached, counting the cash in his head while she squirmed beneath him.

"Ah... God, Zach... right there!" Kim moaned, her fingers clutching at the bedsheets as her back arched off the mattress.

"Is this what you wanted, Kim?" Zach asked, his voice smooth and completely unbothered as he kept a steady, intense rhythm above her. "You spent two weeks tracking me down just for this."

"I don’t care!" Kim gasped, her breath breaking into heavy panting. "I knew what you did... I knew you slept with all those big, powerful women for cash, but I didn’t care! You’re so damn handsome, Zach... fuck..."

Zach didn’t reply, just leaned down and kept pushing her deeper into the mattress. For him, women were his whole life a pure degenerate routine every day, every hour.

Most people didn’t care because it was his choice, but more importantly, it was how he made his money. Sleeping with rich, powerful women paid the bills.

Kim was just another girl who found out about his line of work and wanted a piece of him.

"Louder, Kim," Zach muttered near her ear.

"Ah! Yes! Harder, Zach! Don’t stop!" Kim cried out, completely lost in passion, her moans filling the cheap room that they didn’t hear the footsteps of anyone.

BANG!

The door was violently kicked open, slamming hard against the wall.

"What the fuck?!" Zach barked.

Both of them instantly disconnected from each other’s bodies, scrambling back in pure shock.

Standing in the doorway was a heavily built gangster, his eyes burning with rage.

Before Zach could even grab a towel, a metallic slide clicked back with a terrifying sound the guy had already racked a handgun, ready to blow Zach’s head off.

"Hey! Hey, bro, wait!" Zach stammered, raising his naked, trembling hands as cold sweat drenched his entire body. "Please, spare me! I swear to God I never knew she had a boyfriend!"

Kim scrambled across the bed, tears springing to her eyes. "Please! Don’t—!It’s not what you thinks it is."

SLAP!

The gangster delivered a brutal strike straight across Kim’s face, snapping her head back. "Shut up, you filthy whore! I’m out doing business and you’re in here opening your legs for this bastard?!"

He turned the gun right back toward Zach’s forehead.

"Bro, please! Listen to me!" Zach begged frantically, shaking, sweat dripping down his bare chest. "This is just how I make money! I swear that’s all it is! I still have a sister to take care of, man... please, don’t kill me!"

The gangster stared down at Zach’s trembling, naked body. A cold, cruel smile slowly spread across his face.

"No worries," the gangster sneered. "You’ll make a lot of money fucking women in your next life."

Sensing what he was about to do Kim screamed, "No!!!"

BANG!

"Morales! Morales, open your eyes! Please, baby, open your eyes!"

Zach couldn’t breathe.

The moment his consciousness returned, he realized his face was buried deep between two impossibly large, soft, warm mounds of skin.

He was being squeezed so tightly against a woman’s chest that his nose was completely flattened.

"Mph—! Hmgh!" Zach muffled, struggling blindly.

"Doctor! Look! He’s moving! Oh, thank God! Thank God!" The woman’s hysterical voice sobbed right above his head. Warm, heavy tears fell onto his neck as she squeezed him even tighter, practically smothering him in her cleavage. "I thought he was dead! I thought I lost my boy!"

"Ma’am, please! You’re going to suffocate him!" a stern, professional voice commanded. "Step back and let me inspect the patient!"

The woman finally loosened her grip, pulling back just enough for Zach to gasp violently, drawing cold hospital air into his burning lungs.

"Haah... haah..." Zach panted, his vision blurry as he stared up at the woman.

She was stunning, late thirties or early forties, with a curvaceous, full-figured body, wearing a simple dress that could barely contain her massive bust.

Tears streaked her red face, but beneath her exhaustion was an undeniable beauty.

"Morales?" she whimpered, gently pressing her warm palm against his cheek. "Can you hear me, sweetheart?"

"His vitals have completely stabilized, ma’am," the doctor said, stepping up to the bedside with a penlight. He flicked it into Zach’s eyes. "Pupils are equal and reactive. Pulse is steady. Honestly, after a trauma like that, his recovery is nothing short of a miracle."

Zach pulled his head back slightly from the doctor’s light, his mind racing in total chaos. Morales? Who the fuck is Morales? Where’s the gun? Where’s the blood? Where the fuck am I, who the hell are they? what am I doing here?

"Who..." Zach rasped out, his throat feeling like sandpaper. His voice sounded totally wrong sharper, younger, clearer. "Who... are you?"

The woman’s hand froze against his cheek. The room went dead silent.

"Morales?" She stared at him, her brow furrowing in sudden, deep confusion. "What do you mean? It’s me... your Aunt Anna. I raised you after..." She trailed off, leaning closer to scan his face. "Why... why are you looking at me like that? Why do you look so different?"

"Different?" the doctor asked, looking up from his clipboard.

"His eyes..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she backed away a step. "He used to look so timid... so soft. But now... his eyes look like... like a completely different person."

Before Zach could process her words, a blinding, agonising pain detonated inside his skull.

"Argh!" Zach screamed, clutching his head with both hands as his back arched off the hospital bed.

Agh! Stop!

It wasn’t physical trauma. It was a torrential flood of memories violently carving themselves into his brain tissue.

Morales... eighteen years old... poor... parents died in a accident years ago... raised by his mother’s closest, most loyal friend... living on pennies... starving budgets... never had a luxury in his life...

"Morales! Doctor, do something!" the woman screamed in panic, grabbing the doctor’s coat.

"It’s brain shock! He’ll get better, let him rest while I take my leave!" the doctor said and left.

Panic flickered across her face as she gently laid his head back down on the pillow. She backed off from the bed and sat down on a nearby chair, catching her breath.

She stared down at the sleeping young man, her brow furrowing in deep confusion..

"I should go back and make dinner before he wakes up again," she muttered softly to herself, giving him one last look before quietly slipping out of the hospital room and closing the door behind her.

The room fell into dead silence.

Slowly, Zach’s eyes fluttered open once more. He stared up at the plain hospital ceiling, his chest heaving as the merged memories settled in his mind. I died... but I’m in another body. Morales.

[Ding!]

A sharp, mechanical chime rang directly inside his skull. In the middle of the empty room, a translucent glowing screen materialized right in front of his eyes.

[Debauched Wealth System Initializing...]

[Initialization Complete.]

[Host: Morales Brown]

[Do you accept the binding of the Debauched Wealth System? (YES / NO)]