chapter 1
Episode 1 Prologue
Translated by POWERPUFF
I like lewd things.
I like them a lot.
I like porn, I like adult magazines, I like erotic stories, and it feels even better when I jerk off while watching them.
I’m 23 years old. I’ve never dated anyone, but when it comes to sexual desire, I like lewd things enough that I wouldn’t lose to anyone.
Doing it once a day is the bare minimum, and whenever I have free time, I indulge in all sorts of dirty fantasies.
Even when consuming actual adult content, I’m the kind of professional who knows how to enjoy the subtle charm of using just imagination.
But it’s only natural that once people get used to stimulation, they start seeking something new.
As I kept craving stronger stimulation, the genres I consumed became more and more extreme.
Humiliation, NTR, NTL, SM, bestiality, group play, rape, training, and so on.
As long as it wasn’t something bloody or filthy, both the genres I watched and the fantasies I indulged in were things I could never openly talk about in front of others.
If someone could look inside my head, I’d probably end up in handcuffs immediately.
Of course, they’re just thoughts. I’m not crazy enough to turn fantasies into actions.
Even if my mind is soaked in desire, I still live my daily life properly.
Just like most people.
And today, after finishing my university classes, I happily returned home.
For some reason, my desire was especially intense that day.
Maybe it was one of those days when my biorhythm was focused on it.
Relying on the beautiful ladies across the sea and the slightly lower-tier foreign girls stored in my treasure vault hard drive, I successfully completed my challenge of eight rounds in a day and fell asleep, exhausted.
And when I opened my eyes, what I saw wasn’t the familiar ceiling of my room.
“An unfamiliar ceil— no, where is this?”
There wasn’t even a ceiling. Just a pure white space stretched endlessly.
The situation was so unreal that I thought I must be dreaming.
“A lucid dream? No, even then, all my dreams are 19+ though?”
I’d never experienced it directly, always waking up at the critical moment and getting frustrated enough to go on a spree, but this was the first time I’d dreamed of a space with absolutely nothing in it.
“State two abilities you desire.”
A mechanical male voice suddenly echoed through the empty space.
“What?”
“State two abilities you desire.”
It was completely out of context and utterly random.
If it had told me to pick a woman I liked, I would’ve happily chosen right away, but being told to pick abilities out of nowhere left me confused.
I concluded that this was just a weird dream.
“So I have dreams like this too, not just dirty ones.”
Since I was already dreaming, I figured I might as well enjoy it.
“Abilities I want…”
If this had been my usual dream filled with sexy women, I would’ve chosen things like infinite stamina, a huge dick, hypnosis, pheromones that instantly arouse women, and so on.
Even in a situation like this, if it were my dream, I would’ve complained about how there wasn’t at least a busty naked goddess guiding me.
But maybe it was because I had already finished eight rounds. Or maybe because this dream lacked anything that stirred my desire. For once, I didn’t complain and seriously thought about abilities that would actually be useful.
“If this kind of dream is going to turn into one of those otherworld stories… then…”
What suddenly crossed my mind was one of the heroes from a superhero movie I had watched in a DVD room last week.
In the latest installment, the enemies were too strong, but in earlier works, he was a hero with overwhelming strength—so powerful that even his allies were wary of him.
When I first saw him, I had wished I could have that kind of strength at least once.
“Then first, I want overwhelming strength that no one can surpass.”
“Accepted. State your next desired ability.”
“That was fast.”
Getting more excited, I started thinking about my second ability.
“If I have strength, then next is survivability.”
If I had the strongest power, I needed a body that could support it.
Even if you have great strength, it’s useless if your body can’t handle it.
In stories, you often see characters with immense power die pointlessly from something like poison just to balance things out.
Even if it’s just a dream, I have no desire to personally experience such an annoying development.
“Second, a perfect body. A superhuman body that can withstand my strength, is immune to any poison, and never gets sick.”
“Accepted. The subject’s consciousness will now awaken in the next body at the age when the desired abilities are fully applied. Awakening is set for age five.”
“Even for a dream, that’s oddly specific.”
“Executing the subject’s request.”
Suddenly, everything went dark.
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A gentle breeze brushed past me, and the swaying grass tickled my body.
I woke up lying in the shade of a tree, avoiding the sunlight pouring down.
The moment I woke up, I realized that what had just happened wasn’t a dream.
The vivid memories of the five years I had lived in this body remained clear in my mind.
I had truly been reincarnated, just like in fiction.
I covered my face with both hands.
I regretted making such careless choices, thinking it was just a stupid dream.
“Damn it… I should’ve picked hypnosis…”
I had discarded an ability that would’ve let me live comfortably and satisfy my desires, all because—ironically—for once, my sexual urge wasn’t at its peak.