Something’s Not Right About This Transmigration

“Hah, haah, both of you……. Why are you doing this…… first thing in the morning……?”

He wasn’t even close to his heat cycle yet. The two alphas were acting sweetly to win the favor of Frey, who had not fully woken up.

As though each wanted Frey to look at him a little longer.

As though each wanted just a little more of his attention.

“Didn’t I tell you? From now on…… I’ll treat you better, enough to make up for all the ways I’ve failed you until now.”

“…….”

“Although I was a little too late, and we’ve ended up in this situation…….”

Samuel glared at Regulus, then kissed the side of Frey’s shoulder opposite the mark the other man had left and whispered.

“There’s no law in the empire saying you can only have one husband.”

No sooner had Samuel finished speaking than he pressed their lips together again.

Regulus’s hand, still gripping Frey’s cock, stroked up and down his shaft a few times before gradually moving lower and feeling along the tightly closed entrance.

“You’re wet, Frey.”

As the thick finger scraped against his entrance to tease him, Frey’s toes curled.

His body had already learned pleasure twice before and was eagerly anticipating what sensations the two men would give him.

“Who do you want today?”

“Mmm, mph…….”

“Oh dear, you can’t answer. Shall we both do it, then?”

The instant Regulus’s finger slipped inside him with laughter in his voice, Samuel seized Frey’s trousers and underwear and pulled them off in one motion.

He took hold of Frey’s cock, glistening with precum, and slowly stroked it up and down.

“Hngh, mmm, ah……!”

The stimulation was too intense……!

Tears sprang to Frey’s eyes as he twisted, but the two men still would not release him.

‘Why in the world……?’

It was strange.

No matter how many times he thought about it, it was far, far too strange.

All he had done was try to escape the original story.

Yet at some point, he had become hopelessly entangled with its characters.

So deeply that he could not break free.

* * *

Smack!

Frey’s head whipped to the side with the loud sound.

The blow had been so hard that his ears rang, and his cheek seemed to swell at once.

“You can’t heal them, you say?”

“…….”

“How dare you! The Duke gave you another chance, and yet you do this again!”

The Count reached out and grabbed Frey by the collar.

He glared at Frey with murderous eyes, as though he might kill him then and there, then shoved him to the floor.

“Just how long do you intend to keep defying me? Hmm? Are you still throwing this tantrum because I stopped you from doing that one little thing when you were young?”

“…….”

“When the Duke tells you what he needs tomorrow, you will answer that you can do all of it, no matter what. If you interfere with your useless chatter and delay the wedding again…….”

The Count ground his teeth.

“Then I will make you regret being alive.”

The Count glared at Frey before storming out and slamming the door with a bang. Frey stared at the closed door in silence, then let out an incredulous breath.

“That fucking…….”

Frey had been about to swear, but the pain in his face made him frown and clutch his cheek.

How could something like that call itself a parent?

Frey discreetly raised his middle finger at the closed door, grumbling as he stood.

“God, I should’ve stopped reading transmigration stories.”

Groaning, Frey dropped heavily into the chair in the corner.

Frey Rubellia.

It had already been a full week since he had begun using this name instead of Shin Yuseong.

It had also been a week since his original body was struck by a freight truck.

He had thought the claim that being hit by a vehicle and dying would make you transmigrate into the last novel you read was nothing but an urban legend, yet it had truly happened to him.

In other words…… he had transmigrated.

Into the novel he had been reading on his phone right up until the moment he died.

And into a character who was murdered without anyone ever finding out who had killed him.