Changing the Beginning 1
Now the ceiling felt a bit familiar. Fresh sunlight pierced through the gaps in the curtains.
"Ah... morning already. Is it D-Day today?"
Humans are creatures of adaptation. It had already been a month since I arrived here. Surprisingly, this was the world of the novel Egenam, Surviving a Cult Academy.
Why I'd possessed this frail body here... I still had no idea. I'd clearly been reading the ending and grabbed the back of my neck before collapsing.
My original self... probably dead, right?
"Haaah~"
Tapping my lips with one hand as I yawned, I glanced in the mirror. My right hand was cutely raised in the air, fist bent at a dainty 70 degrees. My waist curved in an S-shape, pelvis prettily cocked, left hand covering my mouth mid-yawn.
"What the fuck! Why the hell am I yawning like that?"
I jolted upright, straightening my posture. I'd become Hadojin, the novel's protagonist Egenam.
I thumped my chest with my fist. "This goddamn body. You fucking gay or what?"
Even after a month, I couldn't shake the Egenam traits.
"Fucking hell."
Shaking my head, I slid off the bed and dropped for push-ups. Nothing beats exercise for building testosterone. I had to purge this cursed estrogen.
"Hey, Hadojin! Come down for breakfast!"
My half-sister's thick voice called from downstairs.
"Ung~♥" Oh, shit. Why did my reply come out so sultry? The mirror showed a beaming smile on my face.
"Gonna hit the bathroom first, then I'll come down."
I forced my voice back to its original gruff tone. Right now, in the story, I lived with my stepmom and her daughters before meeting my cult leader dad.
I finished a set of 20 push-ups after getting off the bed. For a body that couldn't even do one on day one, this was huge progress. My pecs, once underdeveloped and slightly puffy, had sunk in nicely. Fuck, no—a heavenly stud like me getting gynecomastia? Was this punishment for teasing that gym bro about his nipple swelling side effect? I'd begged him once, just let me suck 'em.
My waist was fucking skinny as hell, body all slender and delicate.
"Nngh. Hng."
I powered through 40 squats and 40 sit-ups, drawing mana into my body. My daily morning routine. Wiping sweat, I headed to the bathroom. At least the mana let my body improve fast—that was a blessing.
Quick shower done, I sat on the toilet. The bathroom smelled richly of roses. Flowers everywhere in the house filled it with fresh scents. Stepmom ran a flower shop, swapping them out daily with vibrant blooms.
Stepmom? No... me. My hobby was flower arranging! Fucking hell. I'd lived like this for over 10 years.
Still, deeply inhaling the floral scent lifted my mood. I especially loved jasmine's thick nighttime perfume. No, fuck that. I had to rip out this cursed estrogen.
The title made Egenam, Surviving a Cult Academy sound like comedic romance, but it was straight-up adult hardcore smut. I'd fallen into a hardcore smut novel. No juicy views here—just cock, pussy, mouth-pussy, raw as fuck.
"Is it good...?"
Stepmom was my cult leader dad's cumdump. Ah, her two daughters weren't yet, but soon they'd be dad's cumdumps too.
Like Britain in every shitty world event, dad was the root of every fuck-up in this novel.
"Haa. Dad's a psycho."
The ultimate bastard turning his own daughters into cumdumps—that was my father. The world's top powerholder, cult leader.
But! I already knew the entire novel's ending. Right now, this guy was testing if I was heir material.
Hidden cameras and mics all over the house monitored our every move in real-time. For over 10 years! Stepmom and the sisters had no clue. Hadojin didn't either... Ah. I'm Hadojin now, right?
I examined my face in the mirror. Thick brows, sharp nose. Over 184cm tall, handsome enough. My frail frame was finally gaining some angles. I'd figured out basic mana flow, integrating it into workouts to release it bit by bit.
Jackpot. Self-realizing mana emission before even awakening.
Dad had six other sons besides me. All seven of us were fostered with his seconds—aka cumdumps—to raise as heirs.
I was the weakest of the cult leader's sons. Sweet-natured, effeminate, into flower arranging and knitting—an Egenam through and through. (Egenam: Estrogen-heavy male)
Hadojin got culled as an Egenam. It sparked huge controversy that the leader's son turned out Egenam.
Me prancing around with "Oh my! Oh my!" at every sentence end, running with arms in a W-shape... The monitoring team couldn't take it, nagged dad—that was the breaking point.
Of course, stepmom An Hyeonmi had reasons for raising me that way. But culling the leader's blood as a loser Egenam? Grave sin.
Stepmom gets excommunicated, chased out, abandoned by dad. Ends up suiciding as his cumdump core. That kicks off in three days.
Sisters get recognized for beauty, enter the academy as saints. Academy saints? Turns out they're groomed into cult leader's cumdumps.
"Who knew saintess meant sex female."
Before becoming dad's cumdumps, they get NTR'd by half-brothers at the academy.
"Fuck."
I swallowed my rage in the bathroom—the only camera-free spot.
Even as a culled Egenam after stepmom dies and family scatters... I'm still the leader's son. Even losers get a shot. Enrolls in the academy. That's the novel's start.
Stepmom's death? Glossed over in three lines.
Egenam Hadojin picks "Foraging Class" over "Hunter Class" 'cause dungeon flowers are pretty...
"I'll rewrite your fate, Hadojin."
In the novel, Hadojin never knew why stepmom suddenly suicided. Family shatters overnight. Worst angst fest for protag.
Especially Harina and Haruna's NTR scenes (netorare: getting your woman stolen)... Early filter that drove off tons of readers.
"NTR has no place in my dictionary."
Sure, Hadojin awakens later for massive revenge highs. But that's far off.
Sitting on the toilet, I circulated mana. Fierce energy rose from my lower belly, prickling my hairs. No outlet caused headaches, but deep breaths tamed it.
Mana grows with use. For now, workouts patched it, but awakening to unleash it freely? Game over.
Pass the early angst, it's pure revenge dopamine rush against dad.
Minus the blood-pressure-bursting final ending.
And the biggest issue now... I'd fallen for stepmom.
"Fuck. Family's precious."
In that short month, her agape love hit hard—momless me was shocked. Her bright smile lingered.
I clenched my fist. Alone without family, every moment here felt blissful. Family. A novel world, sure, but my dream come true. I'd always wanted one, dreamed of marriage for it.
I'd teared up eating her fresh-cooked rice. Felt the tough little sis's dislike, but just having someone to talk to at home was joy. Elegant big sis quietly mediating between her and me—pure happiness. Her measured speech. Just a year older, but the most adult in the house.
Family... how I'd longed for that word. Mom home from work, all four of us scarfing late-night snacks. Delivery chicken, me boiling ramen for the table, spilling daily woes unfiltered, sharing laughs and pains.
Stepmom's flower shop asshole customer tales, big sis's stinky unwashed developer coworker stories, little sis Lina's cafe stalker middle-aged psycho regular...
I knew it was a novel world, but it was precious to me. One month was enough to feel family's worth.
So I resolved: Change stepmom's fate. Stop her suicide, protect this family. Block sis's NTRs.
Lots to prepare. I'd been stacking supplies for half a month.
I'll rewrite this novel's start from those three lines.
Egenam Hadojin was raised with utmost devotion by his stepmother An Hyeonmi, the cult leader's cumdump. On his 20th birthday, An Hyeonmi is excommunicated for culling the leader's bloodline into an Egenam. Abandoned even by the cult leader, An Hyeonmi meets a lonely end in the Han River.