Reincarnated In A Women Dominated World

Julian slowly opened his eyes as a terrible headache assaulted him. He tried to move but quickly realized that he was tied up and was on the ground. Panicked, he hastily looked around and realized that he was in some kind of prison. 

In the dimly lit cell, a small bed rested in the corner with a thin silk sheet draped over it—hardly enough for comfort. Meanwhile, he remained tied up and discarded on the floor. The relentless pain in his head made it feel like it was splitting apart. He attempted to sit up several times, but his body refused to cooperate. Realizing his struggle was futile, he took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm.

As Julian calmed himself, he quickly assessed his situation. He vividly remember the scene of the old man shooting him right in the forehead, so how was he still alive and end up in this weird prison cell? He had no idea. The only explanatio was that something extremely extraordinary, something beyond logic had occurred—There was simply no other way to explain his situation.

As Julian contemplated his situation, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway leading to his cell. They were slow and deliberate, each step louder than the previous. Julian's body tensed instinctively as the figure drew closer, the dim light casting a long shadow against the stone wall.

After a few nervous moments, the figure finally appeared in his vision, and when Julian saw the figure approaching his cell, he gasped in shock and felt his pant bulging out.

The figure approaching his cell, likely his captor, was an exceptionally beautiful woman. A black, long silky hair tied up in a ponytail with black deep eyes devoid of any emotions. She seemed to be at least five foot nine with long, beautiful legs. She had a slim waist with nice thighs, her large buttocks swayed elegantly as she walked with confidence.

Julian only needed a mere fraction of a second to took in all these details, but they were not the reason for his surprise.

The real reason for his shock was none other than her boobs, swaying beautifully with each step she took. Her boobs were at least a g-cup and Julian could not help but salivate on the thought of groping and biting those jiggling melons.

As Julian continued to stare at her boobs and salivate, the woman reached his cell and opened the iron door. She stared at him with disdain, clearly disgusted at his perverted eyes staring at her. She approached Julian with a small knife in hand.

As the woman get closer, Julian finally noticed the knife in her hand and, thinking that she was trying to harm him, tried to crawl backward. However, before he could even move more than one meter, the woman grabbed him by the hair and pulled him forcefully, staring right in his eyes with a cold expression.

Julian was panicking as the woman lifted up the knife in her hand, however she didn't stab him nor did she cut his neck and kill him. Instead, she moved her hand behind Julian and smoothly cut the rope tied around his wrist, freeing him.

Julian, after realizing that he had been freed, quickly moved and tried to reach for the knife in the woman's hand. However, before he could even reach the knife, the woman forcefully pulled his hair and smashed him down in the ground, almost splitting his head in the process.

The woman sneered and moved the knife to his legs, cutting the rope tying down his legs. After that, she pulled him up by the hair and handcuffed him while Julisn gritted his teeth in pain and hatred, glaring at the woman with hateful gaze.

Seeing this, the woman punched him in the face and pushed him in the back, guiding him out of the prison cell and toward the exit of the hallway. 

After walking for a few minutes and up a few stairs, Julian and the ruthless woman reached a large and majestic door gold in colour, as if it was the entrance to the palace of the Gods.

Julian swallowed nervously as he watched the majestic door standing before him, contemplating on what was about to happen to him. Then, he slightly tilted his head and glanced at the cold woman standing behind him with the same indifference expression on her face.

Seeing Julian stop and glancing at her, she sneered and pushed him in the back. With a hateful and lustful glare, Julian reluctantly walked toward the majestic door. He glanced at the two male guards and the guards, noticing the two of them walking toward them, hastily opened the door with a fearful expression on their faces.

Julian was puzzled by their fearful expression but did not contemplate on such minor details and walked in the majestic door, trying his best to not show his nervousness on his face. He clenched his sweaty fist and thought whether he would be able to make it out of this place alive or not.

Then, when Julian finally walked in, his eyes widened in shock and horror, almost fainting on the spot because of what he had just witnessed. At this point, Julian forgets his nervousness and fear of what might happen and felt his pants bulging out.