Chapter 1. The rod of judgment

I never would have thought the last thing I'd see before dying was my lovely wife in my bed with her legs stretched far apart, and my garden boy inbetween them, thrusting like his life depended on it.My life had always been simple and smooth going. I might have had ups and downs here and there, but most of it were the ups. I graduated as a doctor, got a well paying job, and remained faithful to my wife.

I went to church every Sunday with her, praying that God blesses us with a child. Honestly, there was no problem. I was what some might call "the perfect husband."

Only for all of it to end with a heartbreak.

The day started like any other normal day. I woke up, took a bath, and kissed my wife goodbye as l drove my car to work. But on my way there, l realized l had forgotten some important documents in my wardrobe, so l made a U-turn and returned home.

Getting inside the living room, l was welcomed by loud moaning sounds from my bedroom. My heart pounded.

It couldn't be my wife. Right.

l was just hearing things.

Slowly, l walked upstairs to my bedroom, and the moans intensified.

"Harder! Oh my God, yes, fuck me harder!" I heard my wife's voice screaming from the inside, loud and clear. It was her. There was no mistaking it.

My heartbeat increased on my chest that l could hear it in my ears.



I grabbed the door handle of the room, but before opening it, l heard something that completely shattered me to pieces.

"You're doing it, Roland. My husband never fucks me this good. Fill your cum inside my womb. If l get pregnant, I'll tell that idiot the child is his." My wife muffled under her moans.

"Anything for you, ma'am." My garden boy responded, and the slapping sounds from the room increased.

I opened the door and fell to my knees, my eyes widening in terror as if I'd just seen a horrifying creature. I couldn't believe those words were coming from my very own wife. My sweet, lovely wife.

This had to be a dream. I was just having a very bad nightmare.

But reality wasn't that friendly. My garden-boy jolted up, pulling his dick out of my wife upon hearing me enter. I gulped down a large, dry lump in my throat when l noticed how big it was. Two times bigger than the little guy in my trousers.

"Babe, I... this isn't what it looks like. I promise, I can explain."

My wife scrambled off the bed, stepping toward me, still naked, her pussy dripping with juices, drooling down her thighs.

Curses.

After everything I've done for her. After all the expensive gifts, the cars, the jewelry—this is how the universe repays me? This is how she shows her gratitude? I even transferred my property into her name, and this is—

"Ugh!!"

A searing pain shot through my chest like a hot dagger. I clutched at my heart as it tightened, my breath hitching in my throat. It felt like an invisible hand was choking me, crushing my lungs. My vision blurred, and my eyes widened so much that they nearly popped from their sockets. My soul... I could feel it slipping away.

My strength failed, and I collapsed to the floor.

Then everything changed.

My world turned grayscale. Time froze, and l was no longer on the floor, writhing in pain. At least, not my soul. My body still lay there, my wife and the garden boy shaking it, desperately checking if I was still breathing.

So I was dead.

"Such a tragic way to go, don't you think?"

A voice echoed behind me. I turned to see a figure standing there, neither man nor woman, yet somehow both.

"Who... are you?" I asked, my voice trembling.

The figure chuckled. "I am anything and anyone you can imagine."

It began shifting before my eyes, morphing from my wife to my coworkers, and to people I barely remembered.

Weird.

"Am I really dead?"

"Yes, you are."

"Dammit!" I clenched my fists. I wanted to teach that bitch of a woman a lesson! I wanted to make her pay! How dare she betray me? Women were supposed to be weak and obedient to men. Wasn't I man enough to deserve at least that much?

I burned with fury.

The figure laughed. "You think women are weak? Oh, how mistaken can you be? This is going to be fun. I'd enjoy watching you realize how wrong you are about that."

My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"



"I've decided—I won't let you die."

My eyes widened. "For real? You can do that? What are you, some kind of god?"

"Let's just say it's best you don't know what l am for now."

"Whatever, dude. Just bring me back so I can teach that woman a lesson."

The figure chuckled again, then their expression darkened. "Who said you're going back to your old life?"

"Huh?"

"I'm sending you to another world. After being so 'faithful' in your past life, consider this your reward."

I gritted my teeth. Reincarnation? A world where I couldn't make my wife suffer for her betrayal? Then what was the point?

I sighed. "Fine. I guess that's better than dying... though I'm disappointed."

The being smirked. "Oh, don't worry. You're in for some real fun. Any requests before you go?"

Okay, so this guy is asking me what I'll need in my new life?.

My mind drifted to how loud my wife moaned in pleasure beneath my garden-boy. He had a massive cock..

A smirk curled on my lips as an idea formed. I coughed dramatically and said.

"A wise man once said, 'Spare the rod and spoil the child.' Women are like children, and I now realize I spared the rod for my wife... and spoiled her. I won't make that mistake again." I looked the figure in the eye. "Grant me a rod. A massive rod. Bigger than my garden boy's."

The being let out another chuckle. "Wish granted. Anything else?"

I thought for a moment. "Since I'm going to a new world, I'll need a companion. Someone to help me adapt."

"Say no more."

A screen materialized before me, listing options. "Choose a system to guide you."

I browsed through them—Vampire System, Shadow Monarch System, Treasure Hunter System.

They were all tempting, but none suited my needs. I needed something to vent my anger... but not something outright murderous. I wasn't a killer.

Then, my eyes finally found something interesting on the list. The MILF System.

It claimed to make women submit to its wielder, body and soul. Would that mean every woman would become my obedient servant? And do anything I commanded?

Perfect.

"I choose this one."

"I had a feeling you'll choose that. Anyway, your wish is granted." The figure's smirk widened. "Enjoy your new life. I'll be watching."

I rolled my eyes. "Privacy, please."

And then, the world around me vanished.

A few seconds later, I squeezed my eyes open and found myself lying on a bed in a room filled with comic books. But that wasn't my concern—I needed to confirm if my wishes had been granted.



I jolted upright and hurried to the mirror.

My appearance had changed. I had died in my early thirties, but now, I was in the body of a teenager.

The body itself wasn't impressive. It looked sickly, as if its previous owner had never exercised a day in his life. Something to fix later.

As for the face? Not bad. Short, messy black hair, a button nose, and amber eyes.

Then came the moment of truth.

I pulled down my trousers—and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Oh...Yeah! It's huuuge!" I blurted out loudly. My rod was three....no, let's make it four times larger than the one l had in my previous life. With this massive bad boy, I'll punish all the unfaithful women in this world! They'll suffer for the sins of my wife! I'll call it "The rod of judgment "

As l was busy happy, and glancing at my crotch, l heard footsteps rushing to my room, and before l had time to pull my trousers up, the door burst open, and gosh... a beautiful woman in a tank top, and shorts stood by the door, eyes widened as she glanced at my rod.

"Brother... what- what are you doing?" She stammered, her eyes darting to my lower region.

"I- urgh..."

Wait.....Brother?

Tbc