Harem Mage Son-in-law

It was late at night, the golden sun hovered above casting an ethereal glow on the earth. East of Santiago Bay. 

He caught sight of a young man in the far distance groaning in pain upon being beaten by three hefty men before being pushed into the lagoon. He was on the beach and these men were in front. Seeing them turn to look at him, his blood froze. Adrenaline twirled him around and before he knew he was running off. As fast as his legs could carry him. 

His mind raced with him but with thoughts, mental images and videos of what had happened to him. 

Exactly three men. His brothers-in-law. The same sunset beach, his body being thrown into the water after being brutally beaten and at a point of death. 

It was like his life replaying before him. He believed this man was still alive and he could swim. 

He wanted to help but he turned, the men were nowhere to be found. The beach was straight ahead. 

“Where are they?” He asked himself. Terror rushed through his veins even more. 

“Did they disappear?” He pondered. 

But he didn't stop, he kept running till he was off the bridge. It was a long time, he couldn't record the time but it was long. Finally, it seemed he had escaped. 

But suddenly a fresh swipe crashed over his brain, his head shivered in shock. His eyes widened. The environment was new, fresh yet strange. The memory he had at the beach seemed like a faroff memory. Something which had happened in another world, in another life. 

Whether it's real or not, he escaped the familiar danger. 

"Shit." Tristan cursed in desperation. 

"Thanks goodness, I escaped the grip of death."

The memory rushed in again, realer than before, the one which seemed to have occurred in his past life, not the one at the bridge. 

Revenge fumed hard against his chest. 

“Do they think they will go scotfree?” He shrugged. “No, they won't.” It was a vow and until he fulfilled it, he wouldn't be at rest. 

He'd walked through the downhill to a small luxury riverine community. A foreigner in town. 

He'd thought he was going on a business trip with his brothers-in-law not knowing he was on his death route. They never wanted him to marry his woman. 

Reality streaked in. 

Tristan passed through a store with a large mirror in front. His jaw dropped. Blood trailed over his hands, his face and clothes. His fingers trailed to his face. 

An unfamiliar one. 

“What the hell? Who's this?” Merely looking the face, it was a native boy, barely twenty but if he was to follow his instinct. He would be nineteen. 

“These wounds seem familiar,” he exclaimed. Slashes of glass and sticks which they had used to beat him after dragging him off the car at a bridge. 

He stood still, refusing to go further. “I need to understand this.” 

“Why are similar events recurring?” He questioned himself. 

First it was his death scene replaying before him. Second, the wounds he got still on his body but in a different body and face. 

“Who's this man I'm in now?” He pondered. His mind was different. Even his memory slowly overshadowing the one he had before.

Without expecting, a ping sound erupted inside of him. 

[Congratulations! Sex Mage Son-in-law System Activated!]

Before he could react, an holographic screen appeared in the air. Startled, Tristan grabbed his chest, pulling his fingers over his eyes, staring deeper into the screen. , 

[Initiating the Host...]

A cold emotionless voice rang in his head coupled with the flashes of images, letters and voices blending together. 

"What's going on?” 

As if this wasn't enough, the same voice spoke further. 

[Initiation... 10%...15%...20%...]

"Tell me! What’s going on!"

As no response came, he cursed. 

He wondered if those men were still after him. Where they were now. 

Closest to him was a club with the music booming from inside. From what he knew from his past life, this was a place he could relax. A place no one would notice him as it's always dark and people are dancing and fucking. Who would see he's wounded and worried? 

He pushed the door open and dashed in expecting everyone to be busy in front with the DJ. But an unexpected sight caught his attention. 

A busty young girl with an ethereal beauty rushing forth at him the moment he stepped in. His eyes gawked closer only for his muscles to weaken. 

She's stark naked. He looked around. The guests are naked, both girls and guys touching seductively while swaying their bodies to the DJ’s music. 

“Fuckkkkk!” It slipped off his lips. 

The girl looked at him with an amused grin. “Sir, why are you with clothes?” Her voice was sweet and melodical. It surely didn't belong to this world. 

Tristan turned looking at the back to check if this woman was talking to someone else but there was no one at the back. He was the last person to get inside the club. 

“Are you talking to me?” He asked to confirm. 

“Yes, of course, sir. It's you.” She spoke with so much respect. Tristan sighed heavily, still not getting it but something told him this body he had was someone great, someone this woman had been crushing on. 

He took his time rolling his eyes over her soft, flawless body which was sending blood down his cock. She even turned, twirling around, then bent over. 

“Do you like what you see, sir?” She asked. 

He hummed as he remembered someone. Freda. His ex-fiancée. 

His mind returned to Freda, how egoistic she had been. A woman who wasn't even one-quarter beautiful as this woman standing before him, begging him. 

“Come with me, sir. Let's go!” 

He stood for a few seconds, thinking about this. He seemed to gain notice of some events this body witnessed before now but he didn't detect any significant relationship he and this girl had. 

He thought of declining, on the other note saw this as a welcome back reward. His primal needs were sailing higher and he wanted to go with this lady, to break off those sad thoughts of his fiancee ignoring him. 

She stretched out her hand and he grabbed it, she ran off with him, curving to the side, off the center people jubilate. Seeing her leading him another away, he halted, resisting. 

“Where are we going?” The scenario looked clearly like a set up, his enemies asking her to bring him. When she couldn't reply, he shook his hand off her grip. 

A natural instinct of revenge spiraled inside him, growing deeper. Then a…..

Ping.

“Look, I didn't come here for that. If I actually want to fuck a lady, I'd fuck all the women who abused me, those who sent assassins to me…..not you.” He breathed heavily. 

The woman's lips curled to an amused grin. He wondered. 

[Initiation... 40%]

“Glad you've realized your life's goal,” the woman said, smiled again. Before he knew, she's gone. Vanished from his eyes, he's forced back to the present. The club music and dancing was still going on, couples flirting but here was he, standing alone. 

The urge to remain here no longer existed as he felt he had enemies to pursue. The enemies who negotiated his business trip to Santiago. Better for him, they wouldn't know him now he'd assumed another body. 

Turning round, he stormed off.

Tristan stumbled as he rushed off with no idea as to where he was headed. He'd escaped a setup, he believed. On the other hand, fate wanted to use this scenario to enhance his life's mission system. 

[100%]

[Initiation Complete. Additional features incorporated!]