Transmigrated Daddy of the Hentai World

Parking his car in the driveway, Daniel stepped out into the cool night air and walked up the short path to the front door. He pressed his fingerprint against the scanner. A soft electronic beep sounded, followed by the quiet click of the lock disengaging.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The house was dark and still. Only the soft, warm glow of the night lights along the hallway guided his path, casting long, gentle shadows across the floor. Daniel slipped off his shoes and placed them neatly by the entrance, then moved forward in complete silence. The air inside carried a faint, familiar mix of his wife’s perfume, clean fabric softener, and the lingering scent of home.

He paused in the middle of the hallway, standing motionless as he listened carefully.

No television. No soft conversation. No distant movement. Only the quiet, steady hum of the air conditioner and the faint ticking of a wall clock somewhere deeper in the house.

His eyes narrowed.

According to the system, his bastard son would make his move at midnight — waiting for the perfect moment when "Daddy" was not home. The thought made Daniel’s jaw tighten. The rage that had been simmering in his chest ever since he left the restaurant flared hotter, coiling tightly under his ribs.

He walked toward his own bedroom and rested his hand on the wooden door. It was slightly ajar. The fact that it was open at all struck him as strange. A gentle push was enough to swing it further inward. Inside, the room was dimly lit by a soft blue night light that pushed back the darkness without fully chasing it away. He stepped in carefully.

There was no creaking sound — the door had been newly installed with a proper soundproofing system, and it moved silently on its hinges.

The cold air from the running air conditioner washed over his skin the moment he entered, making him shiver slightly. That small physical reaction reminded him of something important: he still hadn’t bathed. He reeked of dried cum, sweat, and the heavy, lingering scent of the bathroom orgy.

The smell clung to his skin and hair. He needed to clean himself thoroughly and urgently.

Pulling the door shut behind him, he locked not only the mechanical knob but also activated the electronic fingerprint lock through his phone, ensuring that only he could open it again. Once the room was secured, he walked toward the bathroom.

He stripped completely naked, peeling off the borrowed white shirt and black pants, and tossed them into the bag of used laundry beside the washing machine. Fully bare, he stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

Hot water cascaded over his shoulders and down his body as he began scrubbing every inch of his skin with firm, deliberate motions, determined to wash away every trace of the filthy cum and sweat that still clung to him.

But cleanliness was not the only reason for this midnight bath.

"System," he said quietly under the running water, "Convert my 30 years of lifespan into Life Essence."

[Ding]

[Command Received]

[Converting 30 Years of Lifespan into Life Essence...]

Instantly, a powerful shock ran through his entire body, blanking his mind for a brief, dizzying moment. Then a deep, comforting flood of warmth spread through every vein, muscle, and bone. Under the falling water, his skin began to glow with a soft, pure white light.

Moments later, thick, black, charcoal-like liquid began oozing from his pores. The substance was disgusting — sticky, heavy, and carrying an extremely foul, burnt smell. Daniel’s face immediately scrunched up in revulsion. He pinched his nose tightly and increased the water pressure, letting the strong shower wash the filthy black liquid away as his body continued to expel it in slow, continuous streams.

It took more than five full minutes before the emission finally stopped. Daniel scrubbed every inch of his skin again and again, using soap and the rough side of the washcloth, until not a single speck of the charred, foul substance remained. Only then did the warm white glow slowly recede back into his body, sinking beneath his skin.

When it was over, Daniel stood still under the water, breathing deeply. He felt completely different — as if his entire existence had been refined and elevated.

He ran his fingers through his hair to shampoo it again and suddenly froze. His hair had grown noticeably longer. The white streaks that once marked his aging had completely vanished. The thinning patches that had worried him before were now filled with thick, healthy strands. His hair felt dense and vibrant, like a dark forest of shiny black silk. His heart leapt with genuine excitement. Who wouldn’t want thick, long, jet-black, glossy hair?

As he traced his hands over the rest of his body, the changes became even more obvious. His physique had become sharper and more powerful. His chest was broader and more solid, his stomach now showed clear, defined outlines of muscle, and his overall muscle mass had increased. Even his height had changed — he now stood at least around 6’1".

The transformation shocked him to his core. He had assumed that converting lifespan into Life Essence would only increase his maximum lifespan without altering his current body. He had been very wrong.

Fresh energy now surged through his veins like liquid fire. He even jumped lightly a few times under the shower, testing the new lightness and strength in his legs. Daniel felt excited, thrilled, and more alive than he had in years.

Meanwhile, unknown to him...

A young man with short black hair and sharp brown eyes carefully descended the stairs. His eyes darted left and right, constantly scanning for any sign of movement. His ears strained like sensitive instruments, trying to catch the slightest creak or footstep.

When he reached the last step with a soft, careful tap of his bare foot, he let out a quiet, controlled sigh of relief. Keeping one hand lightly against the wall for balance and guidance, he moved toward his stepmother’s bedroom. His steps were light and deliberate, almost on tiptoes, as he tried not to make even the smallest sound. His heart raced wildly in his chest, each beat loud in his own ears.

Arriving outside his stepmother’s door, he gently pushed against it with his fingertips. The door didn’t budge.

Shock flickered across his face. As far as he knew, no one in this house locked their doors while sleeping — and his stepmother least of all. She hated feeling closed in. She often said locked doors made her feel like a caged bird.

His cock throbbed with frustrated, urgent need.

I thought this was the perfect opportunity while Father is away... Damn it. How am I supposed to open the door now? For my ability to work, she has to hear my voice. Otherwise everything I’ve prepared this entire week will be wasted.

I’ve worked too hard for this. I can’t back down now. She must hear my voice at midnight, or this entire effort will be for nothing.

His eyes burned with desperate resolve. Today was the seventh day — the final day his ability could perfectly take control of someone. He could not retreat. Not today. Not at this critical moment.

He prepared himself to knock, even knowing the risk that someone else in the house might hear him. But just as his knuckles were about to touch the wood, he heard it —

Footsteps.

Soft, steady, approaching footsteps.

Instantly, he ducked down and hid behind the nearby decorative table, pressing himself into the shadows and holding his breath as tightly as he could.