Libido Overload
Dying and reincarnating into another world was one thing, but dying after reincarnating into another world? I'd never even heard of that.
I never prayed to be sent to another world in the first place, and I hadn't been all that interested in fantasy settings to begin with. So how had things ended up like this?
I'd thought I was living a perfectly ordinary life—until one day I opened my eyes and found myself somewhere else entirely. At first I was completely lost, unable to make sense of anything, but I adapted to reality fast after that. Better to give up early than to scream about going home and get written off as a lunatic. Besides, a part of me wondered if this might actually be an opportunity.
Whether it was possession or reincarnation, I had become the only son of a noble house. It wasn't the kind of family whose name alone made people tremble and grovel, but it was more than wealthy enough for a life of luxury. So I set about learning everything I could about this world. After roughly a week of digging, I had a decent grasp of it.
A fantasy world with magic and demons. Not having a smartphone was a bit of a shame, but given my social standing, I figured I could still live a pretty entertaining life.
The day I decided to wrap up reconnaissance and dive into the real thing, a high fever and searing pain hit me all at once.
"Aigoo, I'm—I'm dying…!"
Sprawled across a massive bed, I thrashed and twisted, thrashing from side to side. The bed was so wide I couldn't have fallen off no matter how hard I flailed—but more than that, it hurt so badly I simply couldn't keep still.
"Are you all right, Young Master?"
"I can't even pretend to be fine… I feel like I could drop dead any second…"
"The sole heir of the Hent family mustn't say such things. Just a moment—I'll change the wet towel for you."
The maid wrung out the cloth by the bedside, climbed onto the mattress on her knees, and swapped the towel on my forehead. I appreciated it, but a wet towel clearly wasn't going to bring this fever down. I was sweating so hard all over that if I wiped myself off, I could probably slap the same cloth back on my forehead and call it a day.
"Young Master, aren't you hot? Shall I pull the covers back?"
"Ah—no. That's fine. I feel a little calmer with the blanket over me."
I hurriedly yanked the covers up and shook my head. The maid gave me a puzzled look, then nodded and went back to wringing out the towel for the next round of care.
The reason I couldn't throw the blanket off even while sweating buckets was simple. My lower half was standing at full attention, ready to punch through the ceiling and pierce the sky. Whatever disease this was, the erection simply would not go down. Honestly, more than my head hurting, my crotch felt like it was about to burst from the pressure. What if my precious junior necrotized while I was stuck like this? I hadn't even gotten to properly use the guy yet…
I kept thrashing in agony under the maid's care. My lower half grew harder by the minute—hard enough that it felt like it could punch through steel—and it wasn't just the shaft. My balls and entire lower body were throbbing. Was I really going to explode if this kept up? That would make for a truly filthy, horrific scene.
While I was gritting my teeth through the unspeakable pain, the door opened and my father stepped into the room.
"How are you feeling, Delotte?"
"I'd like to say I'm fine, but I really can't."
"No improvement at all?"
"None."
When I shook my head with difficulty, my father's expression grew even graver. He rested his chin on his hand and pondered for a long while before speaking with resolve.
"Someone has come to examine your condition."
"Again? How many doctors have already come and gone without any effect?"
Doctors in this fantasy world were nothing like the ones I'd known in modern times. Especially when the third or fourth one showed up wearing a crow mask—I thought my heart was going to stop. Still, I'd held out a tiny hope that since this disease had appeared in a fantasy world, they might know the cause. Fat chance. They just left a few tasteless, useless medicines and walked out. So of course I had zero expectations when he said someone else had come.
"No. This time it isn't a doctor."
"A healer, then? Healers didn't work either. It just left me feeling humiliated for nothing."
"This time… a mage has come."
A mage? Why would a mage come see a sick person? Was she planning to haul my corpse off for experiments if I died?
As I eyed my father with suspicion, a woman stepped out from behind him. Her white hair fell smooth and neat, and her eyes held the detached calm of someone who had already seen everything the world had to offer. Her black pupils lacked vitality but looked sharp, and her skin was so pale I found myself glancing at her ears, wondering if she might be an elf.
But what really stood out was lower down. She wore a robe that looked more like a gown, the waist sash tied so loosely that the front kept fluttering open and giving glimpses of what lay beneath. Inside, a pair of breasts too large to cup with one hand and a seductive navel kept appearing and disappearing.
What is this, a slut? Is she seriously calling that loose gown a robe while wearing nothing underneath? Is she not wearing anything down there either?
The moment that thought crossed my mind, another wave of searing pain shot up from below. The visual stimulation had sent my lower half thrashing even harder.
"Auuugh… Aah…!"
"Hah… I can't trust this person unconditionally either, but she already knew you were ill and came looking for you. She might know a solution…"
My father sighed and turned to the woman.
"Please take care of him."
"Don't worry."
The woman answered in a dry voice and approached me. She came right up beside the bed, studied me for a moment, then spoke without taking her eyes off me.
"Everyone out."
"But leaving my son alone with a complete stranger—"
"It's for the treatment. Do you want your son to die?"
She turned to my father with a blank expression. Unable to argue further, he left with the maid and closed the door behind them.
Alone in the room with her, I turned my head as far away as I could. Just recalling what I'd seen earlier was enough to make my lower half burn hot enough to catch fire.
"Interesting."
Her voice was dry as dust.
"What is… Have you never seen a sick person before…?"
"No. I've seen plenty of sick people."
I was about to grumble about what a useless answer that was when she suddenly yanked the blanket covering my body. It came off in an instant, and my lower half—looking ready to ascend straight through my underwear—was revealed to the world in all its outline. Panicked, I hurriedly covered my crotch with both hands and snapped at her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"Stay still. I need a closer look."
"Are you even listening to me!?"
As if she truly didn't care about a single word I said, she climbed onto the bed and crawled toward me. Her gown slipped further with the friction against the sheets, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head away. But when I couldn't resist my curiosity and cracked them open again, her hand was hovering right over my throbbing erection.
The moment that fair, delicate hand touches me down there, my junior is going to explode from the excitement. I thought something good was happening, but I'm going to die like this!
I felt both dejected and secretly hopeful—yet I never felt her touch. Glancing sideways, I saw she was holding her hand suspended near my crotch, doing something with mana.
"What are you doing?"
Figured she wouldn't answer even if I asked.
"I'm looking at your power."
She answered?
Looking at my power? What did that mean? Surely she wasn't assessing my erectile strength or rigidity.
"You really are unusual."
She met my eyes and began to speak.
"Your mana is connected to your libido—more precisely, not libido but something closer to Yang energy, but anyway, it's linked to that."
"Oh, so I can use magic too?"
"Huh? You haven't been able to use it until now?"
Well, I'd only been born about a week ago, essentially. I knew magic existed, but of course I'd never used it.
"Your Yang energy is abnormally high. And since it's connected to your mana, your mana is at an incredible level. So incredible that it's a problem."
"Could you explain that in a way I can understand?"
"If you can't discharge this Yang energy, you'll die from overload."
"What!?"
What kind of bolt from the blue was this? I was going to die from having too much libido? As I sat there dumbfounded, she looked straight at me again and said—
"Have you masturbated?"
"What—why would you suddenly ask something like—"
"Have you or haven't you."
"…I have."
"So masturbation alone isn't enough to fully discharge this Yang energy, I see."
She stroked her chin, lost in thought. She sure said some mortifying things like they were nothing. Anyway, if even masturbation didn't work, then what was the treatment?
"Sorry, but I don't know the treatment yet."
"How can you say something so irresponsible!"
"What I don't know, I don't know."
She cut me off flatly and shifted as if she were about to leave any second. The thought that this was my last chance at survival flashed through my mind, and I clung to her with everything I had.
"Save me—please save me!"
"Let go."
"Even if there's no treatment, there has to be a way to keep me alive!"
After a brief scuffle, she sighed as if annoyed.
"Fine… I figured it would come to this. I'll need to administer first aid for now…"
With those words, she lightly moved and straddled my stomach. As her clothes fluttered with the motion, her completely naked body was laid bare.
Whoa. She's got a mole on her breast.
"From now on, I'm going to draw out your Yang energy with my Yin energy."