Prologue
Prologue
I like lewd stuff.
I like it a lot.
I like porn, I like dirty books, I like erotica, and I like it even more when I jerk off to them.
I'm 23 years old. I'm a virgin, but I like lewd stuff so much that my libido loses to no one.
Jerking off once a day is the bare minimum, and whenever I'm free, I'm busy with all sorts of lewd fantasies.
I'm a pro at beating it, someone who knows how to enjoy the profound pleasure of 'imaginary jerking' even when I have access to actual lewd media.
But it's human nature to seek new stimulation once you get used to the old one.
As I started pursuing increasingly stimulating things, the genres I watched became more and more extreme.
Nung-yok-mul, NTR, NTL, SM, bestiality, gang rape, training, and so on.
As long as it wasn't too bloody or disgusting, my watched genres and my fantasies were filled with things I could never openly talk about in front of people.
If someone were to look inside my head, my wrists would definitely be slapped with handcuffs in a clink-clank.
Of course, it's just thoughts. I'm not so out of my mind that I'd turn those fantasies into reality.
Even if my brain is soaked in libido, I'm living my daily life just fine.
Just like most people do.
And today, just like any other day, I finished my college classes and headed home, lulu-lala.
For some reason, my libido exploded that day.
Maybe my biorhythm was focused on libido that day?
I relied on the pretty ladies from across the sea stored in my treasure trove, my hard drive, and the slightly lower-tier foreign girls, successfully achieving my challenge of 8 rounds of jerking off in a day before falling asleep, exhausted.
And when I opened my eyes, what I saw wasn't the ceiling of my room that I always see.
"Unknown ceil... no, wait, where am I?"
To begin with, there was a pure white space that didn't even have a ceiling.
The situation was so unrealistic that I thought this must be a dream.
'A lucid dream? No, wait, if it's my dream, shouldn't it be 19+?'
I'd never experienced one before, so I'd always get annoyed and wake up at the crucial moment, leading me to jerk off furiously, but I'd never had a dream where I was in a space with absolutely nothing like this.
[State two abilities you desire.]
Suddenly, an inorganic male voice echoed from the void.
"What?"
[State two abilities you desire.]
It was so out of context and random.
If it had asked me to choose a girl I liked, I would have been excited and chosen immediately, but being asked to choose abilities out of the blue was confusing.
I concluded that this was just a crazy dream.
'I guess I have dreams like this other than lewd ones, too.'
Since I was having a crazy dream, I decided to just enjoy it.
'Abilities I desire, huh...'
If this were a normal dream filled with lewd women, I would have said things like infinite stamina! A huge dick! Hypnosis Ability! Pheromones that make women horny in one shot! and other abilities related to lewd stuff.
Even in this situation—no, if it were my dream, I would have complained, 'A goddess with a stacked naked body should at least appear and guide me!'
But maybe it was because I'd just finished my 8-round session. Or maybe because it was a dream that didn't stir up my libido at all. For once, I didn't complain and seriously thought about abilities that would be useful.
'If this dream has this kind of progression, it's obviously going to turn into some isekai thing... In that case...'
Suddenly, a hero I saw in a superhero movie at a DVD room last week crossed my mind.
The latest work had enemies that were too strong, but in the old works, he was a hero with Superhuman Strength so great that even his allies were wary of him.
When I first saw that hero, I had thought about wanting that kind of Superhuman Strength at least once.
"Then, for one, Superhuman Strength that loses to no one."
[Accepted. State the next desired ability.]
'Fast service.'
Getting excited, I thought about what the next ability should be.
'If I've gained strength, the next thing is survivability.'
If I've gained the strongest power, I need a body to support that strength.
Even if I have immense strength, what if my body can't handle it?
I'd often seen in cartoons where characters with immense power lose their lives in vain to poison for the sake of power balance.
Even if it's a dream, I have absolutely no desire to experience a plot that would annoy me just by watching it.
"The second is Perfect Body. Make it a superhuman Perfect Body that can withstand my Superhuman Strength, is immune to any poison, and doesn't get sick."
[Accepted. From now on, the subject's consciousness is set to awaken at the age of 5, the age when the body to be born will fully adapt to the desired abilities.]
'Even for a crazy dream, it's strangely specific.'
[Executing the subject's request.]
Suddenly, my vision went pitch black.
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The gentle breeze passed by pleasantly, and the swaying grass tickled my body.
I woke up in the shade of a tree, avoiding the pouring sunlight.
The moment I woke up, I realized that what happened just a moment ago wasn't a dream.
The moment my consciousness awoke, the vivid memories of the 5 years I had lived since being born in this body remained.
I had truly ended up reincarnating, something that only happens in creative works.
I covered my face with both hands.
I regretted so much that I had thought it was a crazy dream and made such a careless choice.
"Damn it... I should have chosen Hypnosis Ability..."
I, who was always full of libido, had excluded the ability that would have allowed me to live a very comfortable life and keep my lower half very satisfied, simply because I lacked libido at that moment.