Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

I had fallen asleep on the couch the night before, sometime after aimlessly scrolling through forums and half-playing a few games.

I didn’t do much—just drifted from one post to the next, eyes half-lidded, mind running on fumes. Something about that night felt... off. Like a film of lethargy had wrapped itself around my body and refused to let go.

I hadn’t even made it to the bed. Just sprawled out on the cushions and passed out, controller still warm in my hand.

The next morning, I woke to the rhythmic crunching of someone chewing. Loud. Constant.

I cracked one eye open and saw Kaelira sitting cross-legged in front of the low table, happily munching away on breakfast.

She was chewing with chipmunk-like intensity, cheeks puffed slightly, eyes glued to a projection screen that displayed local news headlines like they were world-shattering revelations.

For a second, she reminded me of a rabbit—skittish, focused, annoyingly cute.

The food in front of her looked absurdly good. Richly plated, neatly portioned. Fresh. It had the same kind of refined aesthetic the Lancaster household meals used to have. Not just luxury—prestige served on porcelain.

She noticed me stirring and glanced over, smirking.

"Why’d you sleep out here?" she asked between bites. "Don’t tell me you were worried about me. Aww, aren’t you just adorable?"

I didn’t have it in me to retort. My body still felt weirdly heavy, like I hadn’t rested at all. Like something had sunk into my bones overnight and refused to come out.