MY WIVES ARE TOO OVERPOWERED

 

  Chapter 1 Genes

Huh? What's happening? A second ago, I felt cold and numb... and now... why do I feel... suffocated?

Mfffgh! Mfffgh!

I can't breathe. Even if I try to, I am unable to. This suffocating feeling is not going away.

I can't see anything, I can't feel anything. Everywhere there's darkness.

Am I... finally dead?

No. It shouldn't be the case. I am still conscious. I can have independent thoughts and I don't feel any restrictions.

Check 1, 2, 3, 4... unicorns are just gay slim rhinos.

Yup. I still retain my ability to bullshit.

It's just... my senses...

I can't feel anything. No sense of touch, sight, pressure, taste, smell...

Am I in a coma?

No, that shouldn't be the case either. A person can perceive things in a coma.

In front of me there's nothing but an absolute void.

Sigh.

Whatever is happening, I hope it ends quickly. I don't want to lose my mind in this nothingness.

Hmm... since I have nothing to do, I might as well start remembering all the arguments I had and think of comebacks.

Who knows, maybe if I reincarnate someday, I could use--

WHAT THE FUCK!?

I FEEL IT.

HOLY HELL, I FEEL IT.

MY SENSE OF PERCEPTION... SENSES...

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SPLASH!

"Huwaaaa!" A young man gasped for air as he pulled himself out of water.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

Cough! Cough!

His heavy and rough breathing followed with violent coughs for the next couple of minutes.

Once water was out of the young man's respiratory tract and he could breathe normally, he looked around, trying to assess his situation.

As the young man looked around, he found himself in a bathroom -- his body soaked into the warm waters in a bathtub.

He had a look at his arms, his body, and found the sun exposed regions to be slightly tanned and not the sickly pale shade he was used to.

He looked down at his abdomen and found himself to be in a healthy state with no pot belly. There were no hair as well on his chest or abdomen.

Fascinated by everything, the young man got out of the bathtub and went to look at himself in the mirror.

Just as he had the first look of himself, his eyes opened wide in surprise and he stared at the reflection for a solid few minutes, trying to digest all the information thrown at him.

The young man touched his black hair, felt the velvety smoothness and volume of it. He leaned forward and checked his calm blue eyes and found no signs of eye power or strain, meaning no glasses either.

He checked under his eyes, no dark circles, no eye bags. He seemed to be well rested.

The young man's fascination only grew further as he saw no acne and a clear, slightly tanned face.

As realization dawned upon him, he smiled.

"Reincarnation."

The young man said his first word after a long while.

The young man looked at the reflection and continued with the same smile as before, "Alexander, you've reincarnated."

He then shook his head and getting away from the mirror, grabbed a towel and patted himself dry, eventually wrapping it around himself.

The young man, called Alexander, got out of the bathroom, and as he took the first step into the new room, a wave of nostalgia hit him, making him shake his head.

Without anyone telling him anything, Alexander knew where things were and went to the wardrobe to get himself some clothes.

He dressed up and then looked for his phone, checking the date and laughing at it.

"It's the Ninth of September, year 2030. I reincarnated back into my twenty-one year old self. Welp... too bad I wasn't born a few more years before when bitcoin was still low. I could buy some and become a billionaire easily."

Alexander smiled at how lame his words sounded and shook his head.

Staring at the date, he said softly, "I completed my bachelor's degree and now I should be in the first year of my med school's undergrad program. This should be summer break and I am back in Austin, Texas, to visit my parents."

"Until the undergrad internship, I was healthy, hit the gym regularly, played some sports, could swim, and led a healthy life. Once the internship started..."

Alexander's eyes turned serious. He put the phone down and continued, "...I got bullied by my seniors, professors, hospital staff... got treated like a slave and ran hospital rounds for hours and hours until my legs showed signs of swelling and gave up."

"With great difficulty, I finished my bachelor's, undergrad degrees and then went for masters in surgery. Which..." Alexander smirked. "Not just ruined my physical health, but also messed me up mentally."

"Man, I am so proud of myself for choosing this path." Alexander's frustration led to him making such sarcastic remarks.

"My worst enemy is no one else but me. Gotta give it to myself." Alexander shook his own hands and congratulated himself.

He then looked out of the window and said, "I wonder when was the last time I saw the sun after I started with my job. I was in New York and my home was so close to the hospital, I could just walk ten steps and be there. Due to this, I never got the chance to be under the sun and became really pale."

"I should've shifted my residence to some place away... some outback and cheaper one like... maybe Staten Island? Okay no, that's the trenches. It's too much. New Jersey would've been fine."

Alexander then shook his head, trying to clear off all the stupid things he was thinking of.

"I need to stop reminiscing about the past. I mean, the future, and think of the present."

"So... I got shot in New York; apparently it was a misfire and I took the brunt of it, but oh well, I then died and woke up here in my bathtub. Nice."

"Now... I am back to being twenty-one, first-year med student, under crippling student loan, with a good body and no bitches. Perfect."

Alexander got up from his bed and stretched. He walked towards the windowsill and basked in the morning sunshine.

"Nothing to worry, I'll do something with my life. Despite being average, I made it in life and became a neurosurgeon. Even if I did nothing special now and just lived my life, I would become a doctor."

"But hey... that's boring, isn't it, Alex?" Alexander smiled and asked himself. "I've reincarnated, I know the future, I can manipulate stocks and become the richest in the world, do crazy stuff, dominate everyone, and eventually die a crazy rich person, woohoo. Kudos to all-knower me."

Finishing saying so, Alexander sneered.

"Lame. Who wants all of that?"

He walked towards the bookshelf in his room and took out a thick book. It was a biology one, given Alexander's medical background, there were many such books on his shelf.

The book Alexander was holding had four words printed in big font on it. They were:

'Introduction to Human Genome'

Alexander wiped the dust off it and flashing a big smile, said, "This. This is the real shit."

"Money, power, wealth? Where am I gonna take all of those if I grow old and die?"

"No matter what anyone thinks, the future is this. The way of life is this."

Alexander's smile grew wider as he stared at those big letters stating the title of the book.

"The path to immortality, it's contained in one single word. It all boils down to this book. It's something everyone is aware of, yet nobody looks at it deeply. The one and only truth of all things... it's..."

"Genes."

BOOM!

 Chapter 2 Melissa

Alexander's vision darkened, but it wasn't for long until he saw himself stand in front of a lake, and beneath the shade of a tree.

"Husbaaaaanddddd~"

Thud!

Before Alexander knew it, he got crushed by something soft and heavy.

There was darkness once again, but he was fully conscious and all of his senses were working perfectly fine.

Feeling the weight of someone or something on him, Alexander tried to push the thing away, only to feel something soft on his hands again. As he pressed onto it, the weight on him slowly shifted and his vision returned.

Finally getting back the ability to see, the scene Alexander saw shocked him out of his wits.

A being was looking down on him — a divine silver-haired, blue-eyed beauty to be precise.

Never in his life had Alexander ever seen someone so pretty. Words weren't enough to describe the turmoil of his heart and with his agape mouth, he kept staring at the lady.

The lady, watching Alexander's reaction, let out a soft giggle and said in a gentle tone, "that's a cute reaction you have there, husband. But how long are you going to stare at me like this?"

"Eternity."

Alexander replied out of reflex. He had nothing going on in his head, his mind was totally blank and whatever the lady had said, he wasn't processing anything.

Despite being called her husband, Alexander's mind didn't process it yet as he was completely mesmerized by her beauty. He only replied to the important questions, that too on instinct.

The lady flashed a happy smile and couldn't help herself from pulling Alexander's cheeks.

"My husband really is the cutest."

Getting a proper stimulus now, Alexander finally woke up from his stupor and realized the state he was in. He didn't panic or felt further surprised, but was confused with what was happening.

Alexander looked into the calm blue eyes of the beautiful lady and asked the important question, "lady… do you plan to get off me?"

Who are you? Why are you calling me your husband? Where am I? All of these were useless questions for now as per Alexander.

The main priority was to first get this heavy human off his chest so that he could further initiate the talks and decide whether to fight or flight.

The lady giggled again and caressing Alexander's face, said, "I do."

"But only when you stop groping my breasts." The lady winked after saying so.

Alexander looked down as he heard that, only to see that he indeed had his palms melted into the forbidden fluffiness.

Any normal man's first reaction would be to immediately take his hand away and apologize, but Alexander's first thoughts were, 'I am no pervert, but damn. I can't fit it in one hand!?'

In reflex, Alexander's hands groped the lady's big breasts again.

The lady smiled in response to this and said, "usually you're a gentleman, but now you're doing things that make you appear like a pervert. This makes me wonder… are you doing this because you still subconsciously know I am your wife… or is it because you've really turned into a pervert?"

This question took Alexander aback. He finally felt the seriousness of the conversation, not because he was accused of being a pervert, but because of the word 'subconscious'.

He stopped groping the lady and gestured to her to get off him.

Once the lady was away, Alexander got up and dusted his clothes.

He then looked back at her, only to raise his eyebrows in surprise with how stunning she looked in this serene landscape.

'Get hold of yourself, Alex. You're not in the right situation to think of beauties.' Alexander thought to himself.

He cleared his throat and, staring at the lady, asked, "okay, I won't ask where I am or who you are… but I wanna know… what did you mean by 'subconsciously know that I am your wife'?"

The lady laughed lightly. "Look at you, getting so worked up. But it can't be helped. You chose this path and now we, as your wives, have to deal with everything."

The lady shook her head and tried to get close to Alexander, only to have see him distance himself.

"Please answer my question before coming close to me." Alexander asked politely.

When in doubt of your enemy's strength, always overestimate them to the best of your ability and take appropriate measures.

Alexander had no idea how strong this lady was, but given how she could pull him to some random place on a whim, he knew it was best to be polite and get things done rather than resort to violence.

"Tch. Tch." The lady shook her head. "Stop being afraid of your wife and come here. Your appearance is a mess. It's my fault to jump on you, so let me fix it first."

"The hell? A woman apologizing for her mistake? Is this real?"

"…" A vein popped on the beautiful lady's forehead. "Husband… I am trying to be very nice… quickly come here and don't force me to have my way with you. You know it'll be bad if I take the lead, right?"

'What is she talk— wait… seggs!?' Alexander was dumbfounded with the revelation. These two haven't even met and she was already calling him her husband, with the talks now escalating to love-making.

'At first glance, she seemed like a goddess, but the more I talk to her, the more I realize she seems to have a few screws loose.' Alexander thought.

The lady could read Alexander's face and knitting her brows, she took a few quick strides towards him and immediately held his collar.

"You're thinking something bad about me, aren't you?"

"Eh?" Alexander was shocked with the sudden questioning. 'Can she read my mind?'

The lady, looking at her husband seem confused and staring at her, sighed and gave up.

She let his collar loose and dusting his clothes, she started fixing his messy hair.

While doing so, she said, "I can't believe our first encounter here is like this. I thought it'll be little awkward; you'll have your heart race when you see me, act all shy and cute, then I'll explain how I am your wife and make you have butterflies in your stomach."

The lady shook her head and clicked her tongue. "But tsk. You're just the same as before, except with no memories. All my plans to shower you with kisses and dominate you went down the drain."

Alexander had no idea what this lady was saying, but it sounded good to hear. Coupled with her fixing his appearance so gently, he was now pretty sure that she wasn't going to harm him.

Combing Alexander's hair and finally fixing his messy hair, the lady sighed and put her hands on his shoulders.

Staring deeply into Alexander's matching blue eyes, she said, "okay, enough playing around. Let me brief you with a few things that you so wanna know."

"First and foremost," the lady did a number one sign, "you're my husband as I've constantly been saying, and I am your wife. Your name is Alexander Gray and me being your wife…"

Seriousness flashed in the lady's eyes.

"…my name is Melissa Gray."

Chapter 3 Supportive Wives