The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

The room was shrouded in darkness, with only slivers of sunlight seeping through the closed curtains, casting faint illumination. As a result, the figures of the middle-aged man and the boy remained obscure, their appearances and features blurred.

"Good, just hold on, it will soon fade away," the middle-aged man reassured his son, approaching him with measured steps. He crouched down to closely examine the intricate network of green veins that converged beneath his son's skin.

The middle-aged man gently pressed against one of the green veins, eliciting a groan of pain from his son. "Does it hurt?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern.

"Just a little, father..." the boy replied, but his subsequent expression suddenly froze. "Stay away from me, father! I feel like I'm going to explode!" he bellowed, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at his father.

Sensing his son's distress, the middle-aged man gracefully took a step back, observing as his son's entire body became enveloped in a hue of green.

"Argh..." the boy screamed, his hands clutching the carpet tightly, causing the dust beneath it to swirl in the air.

From a distance, the middle-aged man watched with furrowed brows, a mix of both interest and worry in his eyes. He had long abandoned the empty bottle he had been holding, now focusing solely on his son as he leaned heavily against the table for support.

"I can't bear it any longer," the boy uttered, his gaze shifting from his own tormented body to the concerned face of his father. "Father..." he murmured, as if resigning himself to the notion that this might be the end of his life.

The pain coursing through his body felt akin to being stabbed repeatedly by a thousand swords in every inch of his being. He also endured an intense heat that parched his throat and seemed to scorch him from within, coupled with relentless muscle cramps.

Yet, despite the agony, his eyes remained filled with hope as he looked towards his father. Deep down, he held firm belief that the potion his father had given him was not intended to be his demise.

"Calm your mind, take a deep breath, and let it go. Remember, beyond this pain lies the reward of having two beautiful girls in your embrace," his father encouraged, attempting to provide solace amidst his helplessness. The sight of his son's vulnerable expression pierced his heart like a dagger. He added, "Your moment of glory has arrived, a new world awaits, with a new version of yourself.

Will this father have a son who is as fierce as a tiger or as gentle as a puppy?"

He attempted to motivate his son by invoking what mattered most to him. "And remember, if you were to perish now, that rascal would swoop in, claim one of your women, besmirch your name, and bring shame upon your father."

Helplessly observing his son from a distance, he let out a sigh tinged with sorrow. The weight of his powerlessness bore heavily upon him.

As his father's words resonated in his ears, the boy found himself bolstered with newfound confidence. "Don't worry, father. I am certain that I can han-" However, before he could finish his sentence, the very sword that had previously pierced his body countless times abruptly impaled his brain.

The scorching heat that had consumed his body finally reached his heart, causing his movements to cease as he let out a final, agonizing scream. "Arghhhhh!"

Witnessing his son's body transform into a spherical mass, suspended in mid-air, the middle-aged man swiftly began an incantation. "Advance Spell: Dimension!" he exclaimed, a blend of sadness and curiosity coloring his tone. The room swiftly became ensconced within an alternate dimension, sealed off from the rest of the world.

As the caster of the spell, he possessed the ability to observe the conditions within the dimension where his son now resided, an ability not granted to others.

"Excuse me, Master Grimm, lunch is ready," a maid announced, knocking on the door to the room. Upon entering, she discovered her master standing alone, no longer accompanied by his son.

"Very well, wait for me in the dining room. I shall join you with my son," Grimm replied, his gaze fixed upon the vacant space before him, leaving the maid perplexed by his demeanor.

"Understood, Master," she acquiesced, refraining from inquiring about the whereabouts of her young master as she promptly closed the door behind her.

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Meanwhile, in another mansion.

Inside a room, a disheveled state filled the space with sweat and disarray. The room was cluttered with clothing scattered about, giving a sense of disarray. A plump boy, unclothed, was attempting to engage in intimate activities with a maid who lay on the bed beneath him.

"Ah, yes, young master... deeper," the woman moaned, leaning against the bed as she focused her attention on her eager and determined young master.

Overwhelmed by desire and temptation, the plump boy couldn't contain himself any longer and passionately kissed the woman's lips.

"Mmm," the woman moaned with pleasure, reciprocating the kiss by gently clasping her hands around his neck.

However, their intimate moment came to an abrupt halt when they heard a knock on the door. The plump boy released the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva bridging the gap between their lips.

"Who is it?" the plump boy inquired, his voice tinged with anger and impatience.

Outside the room, the maid who had knocked on the door trembled upon hearing her young master's tone. Fearfully, she responded, "Young master, your father has summoned you to his room."

A disappointed sigh escaped the plump boy, but he did not respond to the maid's words. Instead, the sound of another maid's satisfied moans resonated from within the room.

Flushed with embarrassment, the maid's face turned crimson as she glimpsed her fellow maid lying on the bed, displaying an expression of contentment. The maid on the bed still wore her maid outfit, although the top appeared to have disappeared, revealing her suggestive breasts, while only the skirt remained.

Confused by the maid's sidelong glances, the plump boy furrowed his brow. "What's the matter?"

"Ah, I apologize, young master," the maid quickly redirected her gaze forward, trying not to draw any further attention. However, the young master's lustful gaze made her instinctively step back, crossing her arms over her chest in a protective gesture. "Please, young master, your father is waiting for you," she pleaded, her voice filled with helplessness as she lowered her head.

Upon hearing the mention of his father, the plump boy's demeanor shifted. He let out a disdainful snort before walking away. "Hmph!"