The Road to a Divine Harem Starting with a Stepmom Companion - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Morning Chaos

[Author’s Note: Chapter 3 underwent repeated reviews and edits. For some sections, let your imagination fill in the gaps—I’ve done my best. Also, if anyone knows of a less-than-perfect AI drawing tool, drop a recommendation in the comments. Please skip overly “serious” ones that turn voluptuous figures into a B-cup. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but the results should be decent. If I can’t find one, I’ll have to “borrow” a couple of images for now.]

“Shaoyang!”

“Get up for breakfast!”

“Shaoyang! Shaoyang!”

The persistent calls woke Cao Shaoyang from his warm and cozy slumber.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of footsteps grew louder and more distinct.

Click!

The door opened.

Cao Shaoyang peeked his head out from under the covers and saw a beautiful woman in her thirties standing there. She wore a white silk nightgown, her fair neck and rounded shoulders fully exposed. The fabric was so smooth and delicate that, as she pushed the door open, one of the straps slipped off her shoulder, revealing even more of her already scantily covered chest. The view was dazzling, leaving him momentarily dazed.

But the real highlight wasn’t just her exposed skin—it was the unmistakable prominence beneath the fabric. It was clear she hadn’t bothered with any undergarments today.

Squinting, Cao Shaoyang pretended to be groggy while carefully admiring the scene. His eyes drank in the beauty before him, and his mouth didn’t remain idle either.

“Got it, stepmom!”

“I’ll get up in a bit, just head out for now.”

“Get up now! Yesterday, I trusted the same excuse, and what happened? The moment I left, you went back to sleep and ended up being late for your morning class.”

With that, the woman walked closer, reaching for his blanket.

Her movement startled Cao Shaoyang awake. Before she could grab the blanket, he gripped it tightly and quickly pleaded.

“Stepmom, I mean it this time! Once you leave, I’ll get up right away. I swear I won’t fall back asleep. Please, just go!”

“Then get up now!”

She crossed her arms and glanced at the strap that had slipped down her shoulder but made no attempt to adjust it. Her sharp gaze locked onto him, making his situationcomplicated.

Being a young man, morning salutes were almost routine, and after being subjected to this visual assault first thing in the morning, things were bound to get out of control. He had already curled his legs up under the covers, knowing that the thin blanket wouldn’t do much to conceal the situation otherwise.

While his relationship with his stepmother was good, he wasn’t nearly bold enough to blatantly aim and fire in her presence!

She seemed to notice his hesitation and, mistaking it for another attempt to stall, decided not to fall for it. Over the years, this routine had played out countless times.

But this time, things were different. With only two months until his college entrance exams, his future was at stake. For Liu Xiaofei, his stepmother, every second of study time counted. Despite his privileged background, she firmly believed he should still strive for a good university.

After all, with her husband gone for two years now, Cao Shaoyang only had her—a stepmother who wasn’t even related by blood. She felt obligated to honor her late husband’s trust in her and ensure Shaoyang stayed on track.

With that thought in mind, her eyes narrowed. In a lightning-quick motion, she yanked the blanket off the bed.

Whoosh!

The lightweight cover flew up and landed over Shaoyang’s face.

She had expected to see him curled up lazily, but the reality left her stunned.

What she saw were his lean, muscular legs, a sharply defined set of abs, and—most noticeably—a very prominent flagpole standing tall.

Her cheeks flushed red as she quickly averted her gaze, though she couldn’t resist sneaking a few more glances before he reacted.

She couldn’t help but think, This boy’s grown up so much… yet still as clueless as a spring chicken.

Liu Xiaofei took a deep breath, standing tall as her full, curvaceous figure stiffened in response to the scene. Her long, shapely legs instinctively pressed together beneath her flowing nightgown.

Shaoyang, momentarily stunned by her sneak attack, froze. But with the blanket now covering his face, he felt emboldened enough to regain his composure.

Instinctively, Cao Shaoyang wagged his head and tail in greeting before feigning a startled reaction. He clumsily scrambled to pull the blanket back over himself, his hands and feet working in an exaggerated hurry. Only he knew the real purpose behind the delay and his deliberate movements.

[The phrase “wagged his head and tail in greeting” suggests a playful or casual acknowledgment, like a dog’s friendly gesture, showing he is aware of someone’s presence.]

Liu Xiaofei, who had been discreetly watching from the corner of her eye, finally spoke again after noticing that Shaoyang had successfully covered himself. Though she maintained a casual tone, she was clearly flustered.

“When did you develop this habit? Hurry up, get dressed, and come out for breakfast.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned around. Her steps were unsteady as she walked out of the room, her alluring figure swaying noticeably.

Click!

The door closed behind her, leaving Shaoyang alone.

Now that she was gone, Shaoyang dropped the act entirely. Throwing off the blanket, he glanced down with an appreciative smirk.

It wasn’t a “40-meter-long saber,” but 20? Definitely. Don’t ask how he knew—he measured it with a tape himself.

With such impressive assets and a youthful body, his second chance at life didn’t seem wasted at all.

That’s right—Cao Shaoyang wasn’t just any ordinary teenager; he was someone who had both reincarnated and transmigrated.

He had traveled to a parallel world that was 90% similar to his original one and found himself reborn as a high school senior in 2018. Specifically, he woke up 53 days before the college entrance exams.

In his previous life, he’d been a man in his thirties. Most of what he’d learned had long been forgotten, and he hadn’t even gone through college entrance exams himself. Now, he was thrust into what felt like an insane hell mode challenge: preparing for one of the most grueling academic tests in the world.

Under normal circumstances, he might as well have thrown in the towel with a bitter laugh, resigned to retaking the test next year—or simply relying on his late father’s inheritance to live a life of indulgence.

But fate—or perhaps some cosmic Bureau of Transmigration—had taken pity on him. Not only had it granted him this second chance at life, but it had also given him a golden cheat.

[The Godly Tycoon Harem System]

The system’s name said it all, really.

To put it simply: if he wanted to become a godly tycoon, all he had to do was build a harem.

The system wasn’t particularly intelligent. It had no sophisticated features—just a simple interface, some notifications, and a basic mall. Its functionality was also straightforward: whenever Shaoyang spent money on women—whether he knew them or not—the system would randomly multiply the amount spent and deposit it into a special system-linked bank card.

The balance of this card could be checked through the system’s interface, and he could withdraw the money into his personal account at any time.

Now, isn’t that a ridiculously overpowered ability?

But that wasn’t even the most game-breaking feature. The real treasure lay in the system’s mall.