Awakening as 'Eunha'

Is this really me? "Haah... If you're gonna act, at least do it right."

I sat in front of my computer, headphones clamped on, glaring at the screen. It was late at night, and the only light in the room came from the monitor's faint flicker. Another AV video was playing. Japanese stuff—no, Western ones were just as bad. Lately, the AV industry felt like it was degenerating. Maybe I was just picking the wrong ones, but the actresses' performances... just moaning and writhing around. It didn't feel real, like robots following a script. And it wasn't just the acting. Fake cum. That clean ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠white liquid made from mixing eggs and condensed milk, passed off as semen. Not all AVs did it, sure, but the ones that cut away during insertion and claimed it was a creampie? Plenty of them. Those jarring edits killed any sense of realism, leaving everything feeling hollow no matter how many times I watched.

"I could do better than this."

I muttered under my breath. Hell, if I were the actress, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd ditch that cringey fake shit and dive in for real—full of genuine desire. Surrounded by cocks as a woman, getting ravaged... I'd fantasized about it countless times, and jerked off to it every time.

...Not that I'm gay or anything. It's not men I like, it's... cocks. 'My heart pulls toward women, so I'm not gay.' That was my rationalization, but suddenly my head throbbed.

...Tired? Probably from all the overtime lately.

The screen blurred, my vision hazy. "Haah... Screw it all, I wish I could just become an AV actress."

I leaned back in my chair, mumbling, when the world started spinning. My heart pounded, breaths coming short. Arrhythmia? Am I dying already? Fuck, I should've quit that job. As the darkness closed in, I wallowed in regret—

Then my vision went black.

... "Mm..."

The first thing I felt upon regaining consciousness was how strangely light my body seemed.

...No, not light. Soft, heavy, hot—all at once. Especially around my chest. Something weighed me down, making it a little hard to breathe. I tried lifting my hand, but my arm was slender and long. My fingers were thin, nails long and pretty. Like a woman's hand. And as I lowered it, it brushed my chest.

"...What the hell?"

The sensation was too vivid. Soft, springy, warm... breasts.

...Breasts? Why are my tits this big?

I bolted upright. Long hair cascaded over my shoulders—black, silky, reaching my waist. As my voice rose in my throat...

"Eh...?"

It was a woman's voice. Clear, slightly husky, with a seductive edge. Panic surged. I stumbled off the bed and scanned the room.

...My one-room apartment.

The mirror. I staggered to the bathroom, desperate for a look.

"...Holy shit."

The woman in the mirror was beyond beautiful—stunning didn't cover it. Big eyes, long ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lashes, plump lips, sharp jawline. Her skin was pale and translucent, veins faintly visible. Breasts... F-cups at least. Slim waist, round hips. Long legs, firm thighs. I reached out and touched the glass. She did the same.

"...No way. Is this really me?"

I looked down. Just a pair of trunk panties. What I'd worn before passing out yesterday. But the biggest difference... nothing hung below anymore.

...No, more like... soft, slightly mounded.

"...What. Did I actually get gender-swapped?"

I'd wished for it yesterday, sure. But for real? My mind reeled in chaos—

Then a translucent window popped up before my eyes.

"...What?"

The window continued.

"...A game?"

I'd never played anything like this kind of ero-game.

"Am I... really supposed to become an AV actress?"

Laughter bubbled up. Absurdity... and a little thrill. I glanced back at the mirror. With this body. This beauty, this system. I could film the 'real pleasure' AV I'd always dreamed of. No fakes, pure and genuine, lost in ecstasy.

My hand drifted to my breast. A light pinch sent a sharp sting and jolt of pleasure racing up my spine.

"Ahh...♡"

The moan slipped out naturally. It was real. This sensation... real. Not a dream. I took slow breaths. Gotta adapt. This body, this world, this system. But in the corner of my mind, fantasies were already blooming.

"...First things first."

Lower expectations for maximum fun—I calmed my excitement. The key was mastering this system. There was a usage guide, but—

"No tutorial or anything?"

As if waiting, the window flashed.

Of course. Whoever made this system was incredibly user-friendly.

"System."

...Never thought I'd say that out loud. It said no need to shout, but for the first time, I made it count.

A simple UI appeared, and a chime rang—first tutorial complete.

Ding!

Following the new prompt, I tapped User Protection, and the window shifted.

"...I'm invincible?"

If the system was telling the truth, I was untouchable. Endless sex without injury or STDs—sex god mode. I dove into Configure. Options for hymen blood, pain threshold, pleasure conversion. Explanations popped up: "Very low" pain threshold meant max pain felt like a light pinch. Conversion turned pain below threshold into pleasure.

'Thank god.'

I hated real pain. That's why I skipped hardcore stuff—the sight of actresses wincing broke immersion.

'Spanking's fine, but...'

Even with conversion, whips on cheeks or body? Hard pass on extreme stages. Unless it was cocks slapping me...

"...Hmm."

Anyway. I tweaked settings. Pain threshold unchanged. Conversion to 50%.

...Too high? I activated hymen blood too, then closed the window.

Ding!

Customization next. Back to the menu, I selected it—a new window bloomed.

"...Whoa."

Full character creator, game-style. Skin tone to... pussy folds. Insanely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠detailed. Even excretion organs—disabled that entirely.

'Not doing anal right now, but scat's a hard no forever.'

Now my body only expelled pussy juice and squirt. Pure onahole.

'And sensitivity.'

Bumped it to 150%—1.5x normal. Skipped further appearance tweaks for now. Could spend all day, but too much else to explore.

Ding!

"..."

It was here. Losing my virginity, filming my first AV. The window transitioned smoothly.

Random from the start would match my tastes anyway, but I wanted a peek at the list.

"......"

The list brimmed with dreams and hopes. A little too naughty.