chapter 2
Episode 2
Chapter 1 - Leaving My Hometown
Translated by POWERPUFF
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It’s already been 15 years since my consciousness awakened.
What I thought was just a ridiculous dream turned out to be real, and it’s been 15 years since I experienced the bizarre phenomenon of actually reincarnating into another world with abilities.
The first five years were honestly like hell.
There was the sorrow of never being able to meet my parents from my previous life again.
It didn’t feel real at first since it happened so suddenly, but as time passed, the emptiness grew, and it became genuinely depressing.
Still, my parents in this life were good people, and I had the memories of the five years I lived in this body, so I managed to adapt.
Another painful thing was not being able to enjoy the entertainment from my previous life.
This world was what you’d call fantasy. The kind that often appears in otherworld reincarnation stories.
If only it had been sci-fi instead.
There’s no manga, no porn, no erotic novels. Well, maybe erotic novels exist somewhere, but at least in the village I was born in, which is just a typical rural place, the only books are the ones in the village chief’s house used to teach kids how to read.
Still, they say humans are creatures of adaptation. I gradually got used to a life without entertainment.
Of course, instead, dirty fantasies filled that boredom.
Sometimes the woman next door comes outside to hang laundry.
Whenever that happens, I politely greet her with a slight bow.
And while bowing, I imagine in my head scenes of her having sex with her husband, or twist it into an affair scenario.
Or imagine that she has a thing for young boys and suddenly pounces on me.
Since I fantasized all the time, the speed of my imagination became several times faster than in my previous life.
With no outlet for my desires, my only source of enjoyment was imagining obscene scenarios involving the people in the village.
It felt like back in middle school when you’d blank out and imagine beating up thugs who suddenly attacked the school and shouting I’m so damn strong.
Every day, I imagined not just the neighbor lady, but also the bakery lady, the blacksmith’s wife, and sometimes even the older girl who was seven years older than me.
They say the mind follows the body, and it seemed true.
Since my body was young, even younger physiques that I normally wouldn’t care for felt somewhat appealing because they matched my physical age.
When I craved stronger stimulation, it was common for me to imagine the village being attacked by goblins or orcs.
Since I had actually seen real goblins in this fantasy world, those fantasies felt more realistic and even more exciting.
But above all, there was something that tormented me every single day.
Until I turned ten, my foreskin didn’t retract.
Because of that, I couldn’t properly enjoy myself.
Of course, it still worked.
The skin would peel back slightly to the tip, so if I rubbed it, it still felt good and I could finish.
But the real pleasure comes when the skin moves back and forth over the head.
That slight stimulation when it brushes against bare skin during the act—that’s the best part.
Those five years of being unable to properly enjoy it because of the skin were agonizing.
Having already known that pleasure from my previous life, the sensation of a child’s body covered like that felt far too weak.
Every day, I would gently pull it back and check how much progress there was.
When it finally fully retracted around the time I turned ten, I was so happy I nearly cheered.
Of course, no matter how much I liked lewd things, I didn’t spend my life doing just that.
That was that, and since I was born with abilities, I wanted to make full use of them.
Even though I reincarnated, I wondered if the abilities I had chosen were really implemented as they were.
A week after regaining my consciousness at age five, I decided to test my strength.
Honestly, just clenching and unclenching my fists didn’t make it easy to feel that I had gained immense strength.
I couldn’t exactly break things in the house just to test it.
So I went into the forest alone under the excuse of going out to play.
At first, I thought about testing it on a tree, but quickly dismissed the idea.
If I lost control and knocked it over, it would be discovered right away.
Instead, I decided to punch the ground while trying not to make too much noise.
Lying down, I started with light taps.
Once, twice, three times.
With each repetition, I put more strength into my fist.
No matter how much I hit the ground, my fist didn’t even get scratched, and I felt no pain, only the sensation of hitting something.
And as I increased the strength of my punches, there seemed to be no limit.
No matter how much force I applied, my arm didn’t tremble at all, as if it were nothing, and the power of my punches kept increasing.
Thud.
Even when I put in enough strength for my thin five-year-old arm to sink completely into the ground, my arm was perfectly fine.
I easily pulled it out by putting strength into my body.
There was only dirt on my fist, no injury, no pain.
Even when clenched tightly, there was no sign of my strength weakening.
Only then did I truly realize that I had gained an absurd level of strength and a body capable of handling it.
After that, I trained every day to control my strength.
It wasn’t like I would break things just by applying a little force, but I instinctively felt that it was better to master control as soon as possible.
I needed to know exactly how much strength would produce how much force.
It was extremely important to me.
Not just to avoid breaking furniture, but also to make sure I didn’t accidentally hurt people.
But there was an even more important reason.
It was to prevent myself from becoming someone who could only be satisfied by using that immense strength during self-pleasure.
I knew this from experience.
The stronger the grip, the better it feels.
Of course, there’s a limit—the body can only handle so much.
Light touches feel good too, but personally, I think gripping tightly and moving is the best.
But my current body could withstand any amount of strength.
No matter how tightly I gripped, it would endure.
Which meant the stronger I gripped, the better it would feel.
That was dangerous.
Why dangerous? Because later, when I had sex, no matter how tight it felt, I might not feel satisfied at all.
In my previous life, I had never dated anyone.
In other words, I was a virgin.
I had never had sex.
Now I was reincarnated in a fantasy world.
From what I’d heard, if you traveled about three days by carriage from this rural village, you’d reach a city where adventurers gathered, and there were various races like elves, beastfolk, dwarves, and halflings.
And what abilities did I have?
Overwhelming strength, and a body that could withstand it, immune to poison and disease.
With a body like this, it would be strange to just stay in a rural village.
Someday, I would go to the city, become an adventurer, make a name for myself, and become popular with women.
Even if I didn’t become popular, I could at least earn money and lose my virginity at a brothel.
I wanted to have sex.
And not just that—I wanted it to feel good.
But if my body got used to the stimulation of immense strength, would it even feel good?
The answer was no.
It might feel nice because it’s soft, but it would definitely feel lacking.
Even without experience, I could predict that much.
So the first thing I focused on was controlling my strength.
My goal was to always maintain the same level of force as I used in my previous life.
The time I spent mastering that control was the most focused I had ever been since being born in this world.
When I turned ten and had fully mastered control, the pleasure of that first time was something I still remember vividly.
After that, whenever I had time, I would go into the forest, enjoy nature, and indulge myself.
Fortunately, the average appearance of women in this world was very high, so I never lacked material.
It was one of the things I was grateful for about being born in a fantasy world.
While exploring various ways to relieve myself, I spent my days enjoying freedom.
Of course, that wasn’t all I did.
I lived a proper daily life.
Not just that, but I also trained for my future as an adventurer.
Time passed, and after 20 years, I became an adult in this world.
Sitting at the dining table, I spoke to my parents across from me.
“Father, Mother. I’m going to become an adventurer.”
My father looked worried.
“Rent, do you really have to?”
My father’s name is Philip.
He has green hair and brown eyes, with a sturdy build.
Maybe because I resemble him, or because of my abilities, my body is now well-built and muscular.
Naturally, that applies everywhere.
That’s something I’m especially grateful for being his son.
My hair is the same green as his.
“Working as a carpenter with me in the village isn’t bad. Do you really have to become an adventurer?”
“Father, look at my body. With this body, the best way to make a living is as an adventurer.”
I pounded my chest confidently.
If I had no abilities, I would follow in his footsteps, but I wanted to go to the city.
I wanted to spend passionate nights with beautiful women.
There wasn’t even a brothel in this rural village.
Even if there were, everyone knows everyone, so it would be awkward.
“Your father is right. No matter how strong you are, what if a monster injures you?”
My mother said something ridiculous.
Her name is Melinda.
Even I think she still looks young enough to be considered in her prime.
But her personality is just that of a typical aunt.
She has blonde hair and blue eyes like mine.
And, well, a large chest.
Apparently, according to my father, that was what first attracted him to her.
“Mother…”
I stood up abruptly, grabbed a saw blade knife, and moved to slash my forearm.
Bang!
She slammed the table and shouted.
“Have you lost your mind?! What if you get hurt?!”
See? Completely ridiculous.
She knows exactly what kind of body I have.
I stopped and lightly tapped my shoulder with the blade.
“You know it too. A body that won’t even get scratched by this—how could it get injured?”
I put the blade back and sat down again.
“Father, Mother. I’m becoming an adventurer. It suits me best.”
It suits my lower half best too.
“You’re talking nonsense. You threw up just from killing a goblin!”
“That was when I was young! And I threw up because it exploded and got its guts all over my face! Do you know how bad that smells?!”
That really was horrible.
The first time I encountered a goblin, it lunged at me.
I punched its stomach hard.
I didn’t expect it to get hurt like that, but I misjudged my strength.
After that, I made sure to always blow their heads off cleanly.
My mother started wailing dramatically.
“Oh dear! What’s the point of raising a son who’s just going to abandon his parents?! What a cruel child! My life has been wasted!”
That’s acting.
I’ve lived with her for 20 years. I know.
“Why are you like this, Mother?! You know I won’t just go out and die!”
“If you leave, what about the work at home? Your father can’t do it alone.”
That was nonsense.
“He’ll be fine. He’s still strong. And aside from me, he’s the strongest in the village. I wouldn’t be leaving if I thought otherwise.”
“At least for the next 20 years.”
“If you’re gone, he’ll be lonely!”
Actually, he’d probably be happy.
My parents have a very good relationship.
Even now, they still spend passionate nights together.
It’s honestly surprising I don’t have siblings yet.
Maybe once I leave, one will finally be on the way.
“W-well, I wouldn’t mind if it were just the two of us…”
See? Even Father said it.
“What are you saying now?! You were against it! Stay out of this!”
“Yes, dear.”
Despite his size, my father can’t stand up to my mother.
Watching him, I always swore I wouldn’t become like that.
“Anyway! You can’t be an adventurer! When your father gets older and can’t work, what then? Are we supposed to starve?!”
So she thinks I’ll abandon them completely.
That stung.
“Mother, do I look like someone who would abandon his parents? I’ll send money regularly.”
“Hm?”
Her expression changed instantly.
“Really?”
She looked at me like she was bargaining at a fruit stand.
“Of course! Even if I don’t become famous, I’ll earn enough hunting monsters to support you!”
The city is only three days away.
If I don’t send money, she’d probably come drag me back herself.
She suddenly smiled brightly, came over, and patted my shoulder.
“That’s my son! Of course you wouldn’t abandon your parents! Such a good boy!”
Just like that, I went from ungrateful to dutiful.
Honestly, I don’t dislike that side of her.
Being practical is the best.
“I still wish you wouldn’t go…”
Father muttered.
But once Mother agreed, his opinion didn’t matter.
“What are you saying? Our son is going out to stand on his own and support us! You should be encouraging him!”
“…Right. Do your best, son.”
This house is ruled by Mother.
And just like that, I was allowed to leave for the adventurer city.
Wait for me… my first satisfying experience.
Dreaming of a happy future, I clenched my fist tightly.