Jeremy was awakened by the blinding sunlight streaming in through the window. He instinctively raised his hands to shield his eyes, muttering, "Damn it, morning..." His voice was hoarse with sleepiness, and the stuffy air of the previous night still lingered in the room. He slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard, yawned a long yawn, stretched his limbs, and then got out of bed. There was a full-length mirror by the bed, and he glanced at his reflection—a completely naked body, with clearly defined six-pack abs, an athletic physique, a broad chest, and slightly bulging muscles in his arms. His penis hung casually in the air, in a semi-flaccid state, making him look both relaxed and full of masculine charm. He had a habit of sleeping naked, ever since he was a child, especially in this hot summer; clothes only made him feel restricted.
Jeremy pushed open his bedroom door and lazily walked down the stairs, heading straight for the family bathroom downstairs. He thought Elena—his sister—had already gone to school, and his aunt Jenna should be at work, so the whole house should be empty except for him. Therefore, he didn't knock, but simply pushed open the bathroom door and walked in, completely unprepared.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Elena was sitting on the toilet, urinating. Her pants and underwear were pulled down to her knees, exposing her lower body, that dark, private area vaguely visible under the light. Her long, straight hair had a slight wave to it, the dark brown strands cascading over her shoulders, her almond-shaped brown eyes slightly narrowed, and her light olive skin looked smooth and alluring in the reflection of the tiles. She heard the door open, turned her head, and saw Jeremy's completely naked body. Her gaze involuntarily fell on his penis—it was still flaccid, but its size was already quite noticeable. Then, her eyes moved to his face, only to find Jeremy's gaze fixed on her exposed genitals. The dark pubic hair, the moist lips, and the continuous flow of urine.
Jeremy froze, unable to look away. This wasn't the first time he'd seen his sister's private parts; he'd seen them when they bathed together as children, but things were different now. They were both adults, and her vulva looked so mature and full, the heat and dampness of it making his throat dry. His penis instantly became erect, rising from a semi-flaccid state to full rigidity, the glans swelling, veins bulging, and a little clear fluid seeping from the tip. He felt blood rushing to his lower body, his heart racing, and a forbidden impulse flashed through his mind.
Elena reacted, her face instantly turning red. She quickly covered her vulva with her hand, but urine was still trickling out, splashing onto her fingers. She only thought of Jeremy as her little brother, never anything else, but seeing his hard penis, her heart was in turmoil. "What are you looking at?! Get out!" she shrieked, her voice filled with panic and anger, her almond-shaped eyes wide, her long hair covering half her face as she shook her head.
Jeremy snapped back to reality, awkwardly averting his gaze, instinctively covering his fully erect penis with one hand, but it was too hard, his palm couldn't cover it completely, the glans peeking out from between his fingers, looking both comical and erotic. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were still home, Elena..." he stammered, his voice low, his cheeks burning. He usually considered himself the man of the house, especially after their parents died in a car accident, but now he felt like a peeping tom.
Elena listened to his explanation, but more importantly, she needed to end this awkward situation quickly. Her private parts were still exposed, and the lingering warmth of the urine made her legs weak. "Okay, get out! Now!" she urged, her voice trembling, her hand pressed tightly against her vulva, feeling the damp heat there even more intensely. She stood up, pulling up her pants, her underwear sticking to her skin, making her extremely uncomfortable.
Jeremy turned around and quickly left the bathroom, closing the door. He glanced down at his still-erect penis; it was sticking out like an iron rod, the tip throbbing. He tried to suppress it with both hands, rubbing the shaft up and down, hoping it would soften quickly, but the image of his sister's dark pubic hair and pink lips kept flashing in his mind, making it even harder to control. "Damn it..." he cursed under his breath, hurrying upstairs to his room and slamming the door shut.
He leaned against the door, letting out a long sigh. Clothes were scattered on the bed; he bent down to pick up a pair of underwear and jeans, putting them on while thinking that this embarrassment wasn't just due to an accident. He had recently awakened memories of his past life, and this world was actually a TV series—The Vampire Diaries. He was originally just a pathetic supporting character, Jeremy Gilbert, a unlucky guy who couldn't even protect his own sister. His parents had just died in a car accident, and Elena was already caught in the vortex of vampires, and what about him? He could only watch everything happen. But along with the awakening of his memories, a system also awakened.
"HELLO HOST," the system's voice sounded in his mind. That day, just as he was about to ask a question, it continued, "CONGRATULATIONS ON AWAKENING OF YOUR PREVIOUS LIFE MEMORIES AND Becoming one of the lucky guys."
Before he could even speak, the system said again, "Host has obtained the Lucifer Morningstar bloodline (Tom Ellis version)."
Then, excruciating pain struck, as if his body was being torn apart and reassembled. It was the process of bloodline fusion, and the pain made him writhe on the ground for a long time. Afterward, he tried to call out to the system, but it was as if it had fallen asleep, giving no response. He checked his powers—superhuman strength, speed, and senses had all awakened. He could feel every subtle movement in the air, hear Elena's footsteps downstairs, and even smell the faint scent of soap on her. But his wings hadn't appeared yet, just like Lucifer in the show, they would only manifest at specific moments.
Now, Jeremy was dressed, a tight T-shirt outlining his six-pack abs, and jeans covering his finally softened penis. He sat on the edge of the bed, his fists clenched. With the power of the demon, the vampires, werewolves, and even the original vampires from the original story seemed insignificant, like ants. He wouldn't let Elena be in danger again, nor would he let Aunt Jenna bear all this alone. He had to protect this family. But the awkwardness just now left a strange feeling in his heart—a desire for his sister? No, he shook his head, it was just an accident. He had to control himself.
Footsteps sounded from downstairs; Elena had clearly composed herself. She knocked on his door, her voice still a little stiff: "Jeremy, come down for breakfast."