The cause of the delay for the Reza series. Suddenly I'm distracted LOL
Bayu wiped the sweat from his brow as he skimmed the last bits of debris from the villa's infinity pool. The sun beat down on his scrawny frame, his faded gray t-shirt clinging to his narrow shoulders. At twenty-four, he is the villa's full-time pool cleaner, gardener, and all-around "babu" for the wealthy Santoso family from Jakarta. Most of the family only visited during holidays, but the eldest son, Chand, had moved here permanently to Bali.
Tall, kind-hearted Chand treated Bayu like a human beingâoffering cold drinks, decent pay, and even casual chats about football. But Chand's boyfriend, Ken, is a different story altogether
Ken visited often, and when Chand was away in Jakarta on business, Ken made sure Bayu knew his place.
"Faster with those leaves, babu," Ken would sneer, lounging by the pool in designer shades, his muscular chest glistening under an open white shirt. Ken is built like a godâbroad shoulders, ripped abs, a thick gold medallion hanging between his perfect pecs. He loved flexing subtly while ordering Bayu around, reminding him how lucky a poor local like him was to even step foot on the property.
"Don't forget, you're here to serve. Chand's too soft on jongos like you."
Bayu bit his tongue every time. He needed this job. The small room behind the garage of the compound is his home, and the money kept his family fed back in the village. But the resentment simmered.
"Why is the world so cruel?" Bayu muttered to himself, clenching his fists in his bedroom. "People like Ken get everythingâmoney, looks, a boyfriend like Chand who turns a blind eyeâand they treat people like me like dirt. I work from sunrise to sunset, keeping this place perfect, and for what? So that arrogant asshole can call me 'babu' and laugh about how I belong scrubbing floors? Chand is nice, sure... but he's so naive. He never sees how his own boyfriend treats me like shit when he's not around. Chand is a fucking enabler, he might as well be a fucking vapid and stupid nepo baby as the rest of those rich kids friends of his for all I care. And Ken? He deserves karma. Real karma. To lose everything and know what it's like to be powerless."
Bayu sighed, the weight of his powerless life pressing down. He wished for a sign, for justice, for the kind of strength that would let him flip the script. Little did he know, it's coming.
One afternoon, Chand is on a business trip again for a few days. Ken claimed the sunbed by the pool, shirt half-open, black shorts riding low on his V-lines, the heavy gold medallion catching the light as he dozed off with his mouth slightly open.
Bayu approached quietly with his net, pretending to work. Up close, Ken looked even more imposingâsharp jaw, faint stubble, the kind of body that turned heads everywhere. But today, something feels off. The medallion hummed faintly, almost glowing with an inner light only Bayu seemed to notice.
Bayu's hand moved before his brain can stop it. He reached down, fingers brushing warm skin, and lifted the chain. The medallion comes free with a soft click. Ken's body twitched once, then... changed.
The transformation is instant and horrifyingly beautiful. Ken's sculpted muscles deflated like a balloon losing air. His broad chest sank inward, shoulders narrowing, arms thinning into weak twigs. The sharp jaw softened into a rounder, acne-speckled face. His expensive haircut receded into a plain buzz cut. Within seconds, the arrogant hunk is no longer there, replaced by a scrawny, awkward nerd in oversized clothes that now hung loosely on his diminished frame. Wait......what the fuck??? Isn't this the guy that previously worked in Bayu's place before he came to replace him because the guy is a creep and love to take little cash or trinkets belonged to the Santoso's? Bayu's memory and head is spinning from confusion as reality re-aligned itsel. Fuck......this is the truth. This man and this medallion is causing some fucked up shit that rearranged reality for everyone. The man stirred, blinking in confusion, looking around the luxurious villa like he'd never seen it for a while from that new vantage point.
Bayu stared, heart pounding. A warm, electric aura pulsed from the medallion in his palm. Ancient power, hungry and alive. Whispers filled his mindâpromises of strength, wealth, dominance. He glanced at the pathetic figure on the sunbed. This is his chance.
Without hesitation, Bayu slipped the chain over his head. The medallion settled against his chest, burning hot. Fire exploded through his veins.
Bayu gasped, dropping to his knees beside the pool. His skinny arms thickened firstâbiceps ballooning outward, veins popping as muscle fibers multiplied and hardened. His narrow shoulders cracked and widened with audible pops, deltoids swelling into cannonballs. His chest heaved, pecs pushing forward into thick, striated slabs that stretched his t-shirt to its limits before the fabric tore down the front with a loud rip. Abs etched themselves in deep rows, eight-pack emerging where there had been nothing. His legs lengthened and thickened, quads exploding with power, calves diamond-hard.
He grew taller, from 5'7" to a commanding 6'2". His face reshapedâjaw sharpening into a chiseled masterpiece, cheekbones rising, lips fuller, eyes darkening with arrogant confidence. His black hair simply realigned itself into a trendy buzzcut. Sweat poured down his new, tanned, hairless torso, highlighting every ridge of his godlike physique. The gold medallion is now glowing triumphantly against his massive pecs as ribbed white tanktop appeared to wrap his physique
Reality bent around him like warm clay.
The villa's ownership papers in his mind shifted. He isn't Bayu anymore. He is Bryan Santosoâonly child of the Santoso family, spoiled heir who spent his days partying in Bali, working out, and enjoying his inheritance. The pool cleaner that disrespectfully lounged on the sun bed in front of him now? Some local guy named Hendra.
The former Kenânow back to his original self of Hendraâblinked up at him, eyes wide with fear and confusion. The medallion's power surged through Bryan, and he focused it like a weapon.
"You never knew about the medallion," Bryan commanded, his voice now deep and commanding. "You are always the weak poolboy here. Hired help. Nothing more."
Hendra's expression glazed over. Eyes turned white. Mouth agape. Memories of his short life as Ken, of being Chand's boyfriend, of taunting Bayuâthey dissolved. He then droned on to then stand up shakily before snapping back to full consciousness, the oversized clothes now comically large on his pathetic frame. "S-sir... I should get back to cleaning the pool," Hendra mumbled, grabbing a net with trembling hands.
Bryan smirked, flexing his new biceps casually. Power coursed through him. But he is far from finished.
Chand is due back that evening. Bryan lounged in the exact spot where Hendra had been, now wearing an open white linen shirt that barely contained his massive chest and black shorts that hugged his powerful thighs. The gold medallion gleamed. When Chand's car pulled up, Bryan is ready.
Chand walked in, handsome as always, carrying a small bag. "Ken? You here?" he called out.
"Over here, babe," Bryan said smoothly, his voice dripping with entitlement.
Chand froze, staring at the muscular stranger who looked vaguely familiar. "Who... who are you? Where's Ken? And why do you look likeâ"
The medallion flared. Bryan's eyes locked onto Chand's. "I'm Bryan. Your boyfriend. Your everything. You've always belonged to me. Ken never existed. You're my dumb, obedient cock-whore living in my compound because you are a close family friend. You live to serve this body. My muscles. My cock. Nothing else matters,"
Chand's resistance crumbled in seconds. His eyes dulled, a vacant, adoring smile spreading across his face. Intelligence faded from his gaze, replaced by pure, horny devotion. He dropped his bag and approached, hands already reaching for Bryan's chest. "Bryan... Master... you're so fucking hot," Chand whispered, voice thick and simple. He pressed his face against Bryan's pecs, inhaling deeply, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat.
Bryan laughed, deep and cocky, running a hand through Chand's hair. He grabbed a fistful and ruffled it possessively, just like in his new memories of countless afternoons by the pool. Chand moaned happily, sinking to his knees between Bryan's spread thighs. The former kind son of the house was goneânow just a brainless slut eager to worship.
Hendra shuffled by with the pool net, head down. "Pool's almost done, Sir Bryan."
"Well, that's your job, do I need to compliment you for you doing the bare minimum, babu?" Bryan said dismissively, not even looking at him. He pulled Chand's head lower, freeing his massive, throbbing cock from the black shorts. Chand dove in eagerly, sucking with sloppy, enthusiastic devotion, eyes rolled back in mindless bliss.
Bryan's body feels electric. Every flex sent pleasure through him. He watched his reflection in the pool's calm surfaceâthe perfect jock, abs rippling, medallion bouncing with each thrust into Chand's willing throat. The power is intoxicating. He had drained everything from them and claimed it as his birthright.
Later that evening, as the sun dipped low, Bryan lounged on the sunbed with Chand curled against his side, drooling happily over his abs. Hendra finished his tasks and stood awkwardly nearby, awaiting orders.
"Bring us drinks, poolboy," Bryan commanded lazily. Hendra scurried off.
Bryan looked down at Chand, who is now mindlessly kissing and licking his gold medallion. "You're mine forever, whore."
"Yes, Bryan... I'm forever your dumb whore," Chand mumbled, eyes empty and adoring.
The magic settled fully into reality. Bryan Santoso is the king of this compoundârich, muscular, untouchable. He had transformed from the lowly babu into the ultimate alpha, and the former bullies now served him perfectly. As he ruffled Chand's hair again, pulling him up for a deep, dominating kiss, Bryan smiled at his reflection. The medallion pulsed warmly, promising even more fun in the days ahead.
