A wave of pain surged through Dawson Lin's brain, and in his blurred state, he could feel a pair of cool little hands gently caressing his forehead.
What’s going on? Didn’t I die after peeping at a beautiful woman showering? Why do I still have a headache? Have I already descended to hell? Is this the legendary Hall of Yama?
On a large bronze-colored wooden bed, Dawson Lin, still unconscious, seemed to be stuck in the final thoughts of his previous life!
“ooooooh....”
Dawson Lin, a second-year university student, was tall, with a height of 1.8 meters, sharp eyebrows, and six-pack abs that operated every day. However, within the university, Dawson Lin was just another unnoticed passerby—no one ever remembered that this university had such a person.
It wasn’t that Dawson Lin was forgettable; it was that he didn’t want anyone to remember him. From the moment he stepped into university, Dawson Lin set a clear goal for himself: to be a top-tier otaku of 2012.
Dawson Lin’s personality embodied all the qualities of an otaku: introverted, lazy, self-centered, with a strong sense of justice and a tendency to act alone. He never bothered others, but if anyone dared to provoke him, they'd better prepare to pay back double.
For two years, Dawson Lin did little other than attend classes. He spent most of his time in his rented room, playing computer games, reading books, and experimenting with various new things. However, there was one thing Dawson Lin made sure to do every day: sneak a peek at his beautiful neighbor showering.
Dawson Lin’s neighbor was a stunning woman, known as the most beautiful flight attendant in town. Especially when she wore her enticing uniform, it was a fatal temptation for Dawson Lin.
This flight attendant usually worked three days and rested for two. She showered every night at precisely 9 p.m. Once Dawson Lin figured out her schedule, he would scale the high wall between their apartments and sneak over to spy on her. Day after day, this habit had become Dawson Lin's compulsory routine.
On August 13th, the scorching summer heat blanketed the earth, and the blazing sun seemed like a fireball, mercilessly scorching everyone. Dawson Lin didn’t go to class today for a very reasonable excuse: it was just too hot, and the sun didn’t want him to work. If anyone found out, they might slap him a few times.
After sleeping until past 3 p.m., Dawson Lin could no longer endure the restlessness in his heart. He wore a pair of shorts and a tight undershirt, heading to the window. Today, the flight attendant was working, which meant he wouldn’t have his usual "homework" for the night. He sighed helplessly, feeling the heartache of being separated from her. His heart began to pound with excitement.
Just as Dawson Lin was reflecting on his life, his lazy eyes suddenly shot out two beams of light, his breathing quickened, and his heart seemed to be racing faster than usual.
Wasn’t the flight attendant supposed to be working today? Why was she at home? If he’d known, he wouldn't have wasted the entire day sleeping, now feeling both frustrated and disoriented, wondering who could possibly understand his situation.
Just as Dawson Lin was savoring the view, the curtains next door were suddenly pulled shut. What? What’s going on? Just as he was enjoying the show, they suddenly stop? It’s like watching an adult movie, just as the action starts, the screen goes black—how can anyone handle this?
Why did she suddenly pull the curtains? What’s going on now?
Forcing himself to calm down, Dawson Lin suddenly thought of something. In such hot weather, pulling the curtains shut would definitely suffocate someone, unless the beauty was changing clothes or showering.
The moment Dawson Lin thought about the flight attendant possibly changing or showering, his blood began to boil, and the male hormones he had inside started to stir. Despite having a thousand reasons to stop himself, one reason prevailed over his rationality: I’m a man.
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With that, he sprang into action without wasting a second. Whether she was changing clothes or showering, it would all be over in a flash, and if he hesitated even a moment, he'd miss the opportunity, something Dawson Lin would regret forever.
He climbed up to the window and made his way across slowly and steadily, step by step toward the next door. Dawson Lin’s room was directly opposite to the flight attendant's room, and the distance between their windows wasn’t far.
Dawson Lin rented a small four-story building, and he lived on the third floor, a good five meters above the ground. But once he thought about the beauty next door possibly showering or changing, Dawson Lin paid no attention to the danger and risked it all. He was determined to see the beauty emerge from the shower.
Reaching the window next door, Dawson Lin carefully lifted a corner of the curtain. As soon as he peered inside, his eyes locked in place. His whole body trembled with excitement, and his hands gripped the outside handle of the window so tightly that the veins in his hands bulged. But at that moment, Dawson Lin didn’t care at all.
Inside the room, a tall, beautiful woman was slowly undressing. The little clothing she had was tossed aside, revealing her stunning naked body to Dawson Lin’s view. He swallowed loudly, and the sound was so clear it startled the woman in the room.
“Who’s out there?” The woman heard the noise and froze, hurriedly putting on her clothes as she rushed toward the window. Damn it, Dawson Lin hadn’t seen enough yet! Though his heart was filled with reluctance, he didn’t want to be caught as a pervert.
Not daring to hesitate further, Dawson Lin turned to leave, but just as he did, a black pagoda suddenly fell from the sky, striking him squarely on the forehead.
There was a huge buzzing sound in his brain, and before he could even scream in pain, his soul seemed to float away. Then Dawson Lin heard the sounds of people screaming and alarms blaring around him. His last memory was of several men in white lab coats approaching him, and despite his attempts to move, he couldn’t.
Had he already died? This couldn’t be happening, could it? He had been peeping at the flight attendant showering for so long, it was a well-practiced routine. But a black pagoda? Just as he was preparing to sneak a peek, he was struck by a black pagoda.
His soul seemed to be drifting aimlessly. Dawson Lin could only recall that he was about to spy on the beauty in the shower when the black pagoda struck him. Fine, being hit by a black pagoda was unfortunate, but this death—how could it be so ridiculous?
He, Dawson Lin, a man of talent, a top-tier otaku of the 21st century, a master of romance, had been killed just for sneaking a look at a woman showering?
He had planned to witness the beauty emerging from the shower, but instead, he had died far from home. Dawson Lin felt deeply aggrieved. As the saying goes, life can be heavier than a mountain, but death lighter than a feather. To think that a legendary heartthrob like him had passed away so young was a national loss, a tragedy for the world.
“I’m not willing to accept this! I can’t accept it!” Dawson Lin screamed in his mind, venting his pent-up frustration and anger.
“Master, what’s wrong with you?” A timid voice suddenly sounded beside the large copper bed. A beautiful young girl, around 18 or 19 years old, stood there with a worried look, gazing at the young man on the bed, seemingly wanting to approach but hesitating.
“Ugh, the young master had it coming. Who told him to be so lecherous and spy on women showering? If it weren’t for the guards arriving in time, we might have been preparing for his funeral today.”
“Well, you can’t blame the young master entirely. If those scoundrels hadn’t enticed him, he wouldn’t have been peeking at women.”
“Alright, you know what kind of person the young master is. Don’t try to defend him. Just last month, I saw him spying on you while you showered. What, was that your fault too? Were you the one who tempted him?”
“Chunju, you’re talking nonsense! I’ll tear your mouth apart!” The two young girls playfully bantered beside the bed, not feeling the slightest sadness despite the unconscious person lying there.
The young master? Spying on women showering? I’m not dead? I’m not in hell? Dawson Lin jolted, his eyes snapping open. Suddenly, a flood of unfamiliar memories rushed to the forefront of his mind!
His brain was bombarded with strange memories. Dawson Lin, the young master of the Lin family in Sunset City, had only a father and no mother. He wasn’t good at either civil or martial affairs. From a young age, his character had become twisted. Despite being the young master of the Lin family, he was often bullied. Just yesterday, Dawson Lin had been tricked by a few young members of small families into spying on women showering and had gotten beaten up. If the guards hadn’t arrived in time, he might have been beaten to death.
Dawson Lin was utterly stunned. He realized he was in another body, and the memories of his past life were still vivid. He stared ahead blankly, completely confused by the situation. Had he really experienced the impossible, the legendary "transmigration" that only happens in fantasy novels? Had he really crossed over to another world entirely different from his original Earth?
Shaking his dizzy head, Dawson Lin couldn’t make sense of everything that was happening. After all, transmigration was something that only appeared in TV dramas or fantasy novels. He had never heard of anyone actually traveling beyond Earth. Was he the first person to travel away from Earth?
He touched his body, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, and recalled someone calling him “young master.” Dawson Lin finally realized one thing: As a top-tier otaku from the 21st century, he had really transmigrated.