Chapter 1: The Bankrupt Bastard

Eugene’s head pounded like a war drum.

He groaned, rolling over onto something impossibly soft. Silk sheets. He cracked his eyes open, his vision blurry, adjusting to the golden sunlight streaming through a massive, arched window. This wasn't his cramped, moldy apartment. This was a bedroom fit for a king, with velvet drapes, a four-poster bed, and a chandelier hanging from a painted ceiling.

Suddenly, a flood of foreign memories slammed into his brain, sharp and blinding.

Magic. Noble houses. A fantasy world. His name wasn't Eugene anymore. It was Kenta. He was twenty years old, the only son of the prestigious Vanguard family.

Eugene sat up, a massive, greedy grin spreading across his face. I transmigrated, he thought, his heart racing. I'm a rich, handsome noble in a fantasy world! I hit the absolute jackpot!

BAM!

The heavy oak doors of the bedroom were kicked open with enough force to crack the plaster.

Eugene jumped, clutching the silk sheets to his chest.

Three women marched into the room, and Eugene’s breath caught in his throat. His jaw practically unhinged. If he thought the room was a jackpot, the women standing in front of him were the lottery.

The woman leading the charge was Lady Isabella, Kenta’s mother. She was in her late thirties but looked like a goddess of fertility and wrath. She wore a tight, deep-red corset dress that did an absolutely terrible job of containing her massive, heavy breasts. With every furious breath she took, her cleavage heaved, threatening to spill out over the laced fabric. Her hips were terrifyingly wide, tapering down to thick, plush thighs that swayed with a dangerous elegance.

To her right stood the eldest sister, Seraphina. She wore the sleek, tailored uniform of the Royal Magic Academy, but it looked painted onto her curves. Her skirt was dangerously short, exposing thighs encased in black sheer stockings, and her enormous, perky breasts strained against the silver buttons of her blouse. She looked down at him with eyes as cold as ice, her arms crossed under her chest, lifting her cleavage even higher.

On Isabella’s left was the second sister, Chloe. She was pouting, her arms resting on her waist, emphasizing a truly colossal, heart-shaped ass that stretched the fabric of her silk nightgown to its absolute limit. She had the kind of juicy, overflowing curves that made Eugene’s mouth water instantly.

Holy shit, Eugene’s perverted mind raced, his eyes darting frantically between his new mother’s spilling cleavage, Seraphina’s thick thighs, and Chloe’s massive ass. This body... Kenta... he lived with these absolute walking wet dreams? I'm going to ruin them. I'm going to spend my entire life in this mansion breeding them until they can't walk—

"Get out of that bed, you worthless pig!" Lady Isabella’s voice shattered his dirty fantasies like glass.

Eugene blinked. "M-Mother?" he stammered, testing the word on his tongue.

"Do not call me that!" Isabella shrieked, her face flushed with absolute disgust. She marched to the bed and violently ripped the silk sheets off him. "You have ruined us! You pathetic, degenerate waste of space!"

Eugene scrambled back against the headboard. "Wait, what? Ruined?"

"Don't play dumb, Kenta," Seraphina hissed, her voice dripping with venom. She stepped forward, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. "The royal auditors just left. The treasury is empty. The estates in the north are foreclosed. You forged Mother's signature to take out loans from the underground syndicates!"

Eugene’s stomach dropped. The memories he hadn't fully processed yet suddenly bubbled to the surface.

Gambling dens. Bribing low-class whores. Buying useless magical artifacts that turned out to be fakes. Millions of gold coins... gone.

The original Kenta wasn't just a spoiled brat. He was a colossal idiot who had completely bankrupted his own family.

"My dresses!" Chloe wailed, stomping her foot, her massive breasts bouncing aggressively with the motion. Eugene couldn't help but stare, his crotch tightening even in the middle of a crisis. "They took my jewelry! They took the carriage! I can't even show my face at the capital's gala because of you!"

"I... I can fix this!" Eugene pleaded, raising his hands. He didn't want to lose this setup. He wanted to live in luxury. He wanted to stare at these three incredible, voluptuous women every single day. "Just give me a chance! We're the Vanguard family, right? We can bounce back!"

"There is no bouncing back from this," Isabella said coldly, her anger shifting into a terrifying, icy resolve. She looked down at him as if he were an insect. "The syndicates are coming for their money by the end of the month. If we don't pay, they will sell me and your sisters into the brothels to cover your debt."

Eugene swallowed hard. His eyes unconsciously drifted to Isabella’s massive chest, imagining her in a brothel. That wouldn't be the worst thing, his degenerate mind whispered, as long as I'm the one buying her.

"Which is why," Isabella continued, her eyes narrowing as she caught him staring at her cleavage, "you are no longer a part of this family."

"What?" Eugene gasped. "You can't throw me out!"

"I already have," she spat. "The guards have packed your single bag. You are banished from the Vanguard estate. I will not let you drag my daughters down into the mud with you."

"Mother, please!" Eugene scrambled off the bed, falling to his knees. "Where am I supposed to go? I don't have a single coin!"

Seraphina sneered, looking down at him with absolute contempt. "That sounds like a you problem, Kenta. Go sleep in the gutters with the rest of the trash."

"No," Isabella raised a hand, her heavy breasts shifting with the motion. "I am not completely heartless, though you deserve nothing. Your grandfather's old property at the edge of the Murkwood territory. The abandoned dairy barn. The bank didn't seize it because it's completely worthless and rotting away."

"A... a barn?" Eugene stammered. "You want me to live in a cow barn?!"

"You smell like shit anyway, it suits you!" Chloe mocked, turning around and sticking her huge, perfectly shaped ass in his direction as she flipped her hair.

"Guards!" Isabella barked.

Before Eugene could protest further, two massive, armored knights stepped into the room. They grabbed him by the arms, lifting him off the floor like a ragdoll.

"Wait! Let me stay! I can be useful!" Eugene screamed, thrashing against their iron grips. His eyes locked onto Isabella’s deep cleavage and Seraphina’s tight skirt one last time as he was dragged backward out of the bedroom. "Mother! Sisters! Please!"

They didn't even look at him. Isabella turned her back, and the three women began discussing how to survive the debt collectors, treating him as if he was already dead.

The guards dragged him down the grand staircase, across the marble foyer, and straight to the massive front doors of the estate.

With a synchronized heave, they threw him forward.

Eugene flew through the air, landing hard in the dirt and gravel of the front courtyard. He scraped his hands and knees, groaning in pain as a small canvas sack was thrown directly at his head.

"Do not return, Master Kenta," one of the guards said coldly. "Or we have orders to shoot on sight."

SLAM.

The massive oak doors of the mansion shut, locking him out of his inheritance, his luxury, and the three sexiest women he had ever seen.

Eugene sat in the dirt, rubbing his bruised jaw. The shock was wearing off, replaced by a dark, boiling rage. He had been handed a golden ticket, only to have it ripped away by the original owner's stupidity and the arrogance of those three bitches.

"Throw me out, huh?" Eugene muttered to himself, grabbing his meager sack of belongings. "A barn. Fine. But I swear to god... I'm going to get enough money to buy that debt. And when I do, Lady Isabella, Seraphina, Chloe... you're going to pay me back on your hands and knees."

He stood up, dusting off his pants.

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