Reincarnation Counseling Room

What happens when a person dies?

Past life? Regression? Or reincarnation into another world?

"Please take a seat in the chair in the middle."

The place I opened my eyes to was a thoroughly modern "counseling room," about as far from romance as you could get.

Across from me, a woman in a refined dress sat smiling.

"Is this the afterlife? Looks more like a community center office."

"Close enough. I'm the Counseling Goddess assigned to guide you through what comes after death."

"So do I get a status window now and go off to slay the Demon King?"

"No. Nothing that grand or exhausting. Instead, we create a custom dimension tailored just for you."

"Custom?"

"Yes. We weave an independent world so the deceased don't suffer confusion. Trials, happiness, pleasure—whatever you desire, you can choose."

My ears perked right up at her words.

I hadn't done anything particularly bad while alive, so maybe this was the luxury I got to enjoy after dying.

"Anything I want, for real?"

"Of course. Speak freely."

I was already dead—no point saving face now.

"Look, I barely ever got to have sex while I was alive. I just jerked off in my room every day until I died, and it's driving me insane how unfair that is."

"Ah... I see."

"I want to go to a world where I can have lots of sex."

The corner of the goddess's mouth twitched slightly, but she was a professional.

"You're very honest. Well, there are quite a few like you. What kind of setting would you like?"

"Definitely modern times—the same era I lived in."

"Most people prefer fantasy. Any special reason?"

"The taboo hits harder when people I know show up."

The goddess lightly clicked her tongue at my shameless demand.

"Your tastes are certainly firm. Understood. We'll lock your age at twenty—your most vigorous years."

"Oh, perfect."

"If you're going to have lots of sex, stamina will be crucial, right? I'll customize you with a Robust Body and Overwhelming Stamina/Virility so you can fuck all day without a problem."

"Thank you!"

"Just remember—you must overcome hardships and trials on your own before you can truly claim a woman."

While the goddess was rattling on about the rules of the world—

Squish.

"Huh?"

Suddenly I felt something sticky under my foot.

Looking down, I saw a red, gelatinous mass of slime clinging tightly to my ankle.

Squelch, squelch.

With a nauseating sensation, the red lump melted into my skin as if dissolving into me and vanished.

"Whoa! Fuck!"

Startled, I toppled out of the chair and landed hard on my ass.

"What's wrong all of a sudden?"

"L-Look at this! Just now some red slime shit stuck to my leg!"

"Pardon?"

"It soaked right in like it became one with my leg!"

At my frantic outburst the goddess leaned over the table and peered down.

But she simply shook her head, unimpressed.

"There's nothing there."

"No, just now it really—!"

"Stop joking around and take your seat."

"I'm telling you it was sticky as hell!"

"This is a sacred space where foreign matter cannot enter freely. We just injected you with overflowing virility—looks like you're already seeing things."

"Ugh, this feels nasty..."

The goddess cut me off firmly and snapped her fingers.

"Alright, enough with the delusions. Close your eyes. Transmission beginning."

"W-Wait! Just roll up my pants and—!"

"Do your best in your new life!"

Fwoosh—!

The man's form vanished completely from the counseling room in a burst of light.

"Whew, that one was pretty direct. Alright, next person, come in."

The goddess tidied her charts and called toward the door.

Bang—!

"Hah... hah..."

"L-Lady Gaia? What brings you here?"

The one who burst in gasping for breath wasn't the next person in line—it was the Creator God Gaia herself.

She frantically scanned the room and demanded,

"Have you seen... a red slime in here?"

"Pardon? A red... what?"

"It was one we had locked up and observing in the creation facility, but the thing keeps breaking through the surveillance net and escaping!"

The goddess's mind flashed like lightning back to the man she'd just sent off and his frantic claims.

'Just now some red slime shit stuck to my leg!'

"Um... Lady Gaia."

"Speak quickly. Do you have any idea?"

"Is that slime... a dangerous creature?"

"Nothing clear has been determined yet. Just that it's an anomalous specimen left with nothing but instinct. Did you see it?"

"Well... the man I just sent to a new dimension was throwing a fit saying red slime had soaked into his foot."

"Hah! You already sent him?!"

"Y-Yes..."

Gaia, stripped of her usual elegance, pressed a hand to her forehead and let out a deep sigh.

"We're screwed."

"Should we pull him out right away?"

"We can't. It's already an independent dimension—if we force our power in, the world itself will shatter."

"Then what do we do? It was originally a plain modern setting with no magic, but if a monster like that gets mixed in..."

"The world won't collapse immediately, but a variable has been introduced, so we must keep watch."

Gaia fixed the goddess with a piercing glare.

"You will take responsibility and monitor that man's every single move."

"Me?"

"Yes. If anything strange appears or it becomes uncontrollable, report immediately. Understood?"

"Ah... understood."

As Gaia stormed out of the room like a tempest, the goddess left alone collapsed into her chair.

"Haa... that red slime had better not cause any trouble."

An uneasy premonition ran down her spine, but the backlog of work was mountain-high.

The goddess forced a strained smile and called out again.

"Haha... n-next person, come in!"

But Gaia had given the wrong order.

The one the goddess needed to monitor wasn't that "man."

She should have been watching the every move of the "Red Slime"—the true source of the horrific catastrophe to come.

"Mmm..."

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the familiar ceiling of the room I'd lived in at twenty.

I shot up and checked the mirror.

"Holy shit. This is really me at twenty."

My body felt light as a feather, and down below—thanks to the goddess's promised Overwhelming Stamina/Virility—I was rock-hard and ready to burst at any second.

"I really did regress to the past, but..."

This wasn't the cliché regression from fantasy novels.

The goddess's words came back to me. This place was a "custom independent dimension" newly woven from the memories of my past.

In other words, only the characters and setting were the same—the events from here on would follow an unknown trajectory completely different from my original past. Using future knowledge to print money on stocks or coast on easy wins was impossible.

"Whatever. My goal isn't money—it's sex."

So what if I didn't know the future? I had this virility about to explode.

Buoyed by anticipation, I was just about to head out to the living room when—

Beep-beep, ding-dong—.

"Mun Jingeon!"

With the familiar sound of the door lock, my childhood friend Seo Jieun barged right in.

She was carrying a black plastic bag. Same face, same voice. But the atmosphere was subtly different from when we were both twenty originally.

"Oh, Jieun. What's with the bag?"

"I ordered chicken. Let's crack open some canned beer before the delivery gets here."

"Drinking in the middle of the day?"

"We're adults now! And I've got something to tell you."

We sat across from each other at the table and popped the cans.

"What is it."

"I got confessed to?"

"Pffft! Cough, hack!"

"Ugh, so gross!"

"Who the hell would confess to someone like you? Did they go blind?"

"You know my high school tutor, right?"

An image of a scrawny guy with nothing but a decent frame floated up in my head. But as I'd said, the future of this world was different from what I knew. Nothing like that had happened in the original world.

"Ah... that dried-up anchovy guy?"

"He's not an anchovy! Anyway, he seriously asked me out."

"So. You jump right into dating him?"

"He said I didn't have to answer right away, so I'm thinking about it."

Something in my chest went thud and dropped straight to the floor.

The only one who'd looked after me since I was little, raised by my aunt with no parents of my own.

I'd thought she'd stick to my side like gum for life.

"But how should a girl act to look pretty to a guy?"

"How would I know? Rubbing salt in a virgin's wounds, huh."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Once you start dating you won't hang out with me anymore."

"Come on, no way. Hey, you should go meet some pretty girls outside and date too."

Jieun clicked her tongue like I was pathetic.

"How long are you gonna stay cooped up in your room jerking off to porn?"

"What? Fuck, pretty girls have to actually want to meet me before I can date anyone!"

"Whoa, why are you getting so worked up? Don't be such a loser!"

"Now that some anchovy better than me confessed to you, I look pathetic, is that it?"

"Mun Jingeon! Why do you always twist everything I say!"

"I don't want to hear it. Get out."

"What?"

"I said get out! Go fuck that anchovy or have a nice date."

Jieun's face flushed red and purple.

"Fine, whatever! You can rot in your room forever clutching your own dick!"

Slam!

The front door crashed shut hard enough to break.

Left alone at the table, I pulled a bottle of cheap soju from the fridge and chugged it straight.

"Fuck."

As the alcohol hit, the empty house felt even more bone-chillingly lonely.

"I finally made it to twenty... hardships and trials, huh..."

I sank into the chair and turned on my smartphone. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I connected to the usual porn site.

On the screen a woman was gripping a man's cock with both hands, panting like a beast.

— "Aahng! Ah, cock feels so good... fuck me harder!"

"Good. At least the porn hasn't changed. I'll think about overcoming trials starting tomorrow!"

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

I jerked off roughly.

Using the woman's moans on the screen as a side dish, I blasted out a load, and a strange sense of awe bubbled up.

Holy shit. The goddess really customized me properly. Even after shooting once I feel like I could go several more times right now.

I resolved to study hard on how to pick up women starting tomorrow.

Drunk on alcohol, I muttered into the empty air.

"I can do this. Please, females, come to me."

The alcohol slammed hard ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into my brain.

With those words I collapsed face-down on the table, arm as a pillow, and blacked out.

Silence settled over the living room.

Once it confirmed Jingeon was completely asleep, a red slime slowly oozed out from under his pant leg.

The Red Slime that even the goddess had failed to notice.

Over its surface that had seemed like mere liquid, a grotesquely bizarre intelligence flickered.

Its master's deep loneliness.

And the lewd video that had been playing on the smartphone until moments ago.

The Red Slime seeped into its master's phone, watched that video, and imprinted clear knowledge into its mind.

The Red Slime vanished into the darkness beneath the table.

The sticky hunt to create the perfect breeding farm had begun.

A few hours later.

Beep-beep, ding-a-ling—.

Aunt Ayoung came home from work with a tired face.

"Ugh, Jingeon. Why are you sleeping out here instead of in your room."

But on the table where Jingeon lay face-down, the drinking setup was still out along with the phone video playing openly.

"This little shit, drinking and watching porn?"

Ayoung clicked her tongue and picked up Jingeon's phone.

She turned off the video and was about to set it back on the table when her hand slipped and she dropped the phone to the floor.

"Oops."

Just as Ayoung bent at the waist to pick up the phone—

Sssslip—.

The red slime that crawled out from under the dark table coiled around Ayoung's ankle like a snake.

A bizarre auditory hallucination. Dreamlike red light gathered in Ayoung's pupils.

"Ah..."

Her eyes went dull and vacant in an instant.

Through her half-parted lips the sticky red mass forced its way in mercilessly.

Gulp, gulp.

The gelatinous slime plunged in a lump down her esophagus all the way deep into her stomach.

Ayoung's body, trembling from the foreign sensation, went stiff as a board.

In that fleeting moment, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the Red Slime's intelligence completely seized control of Ayoung's brain cells and nervous system.

A strange vitality suddenly flooded the eyes of the woman who had been standing blankly.

Red slime flicked at the corner of her mouth like a snake's tongue before seeping into her skin and vanishing.

"Heheh... our cute nephew."

Ayoung picked up the phone from the floor.

Then she took the finger of the sleeping Jingeon and casually unlocked the fingerprint lock.

She walked leisurely over to the sofa and sat down.

Digging through the browser history from moments ago, she reconnected to the site her nephew had been watching.

On the screen a woman was gripping a man's thick cock with both hands, panting like a beast.

— "Haang! Ah, cock feels so good... please cum in my pussy!"

Ayoung's eyes flashed with a bizarre red light.

As the slime's intelligence perfectly synchronized with Ayoung's brain cells, it began "studying" by sponging up the behavioral patterns of the female on the video.

"So women... beg like this when a male's cock is inside them."

Ayoung spread her legs wide.

With the two fingers of her free hand she pushed deep into the red, plump, swollen folds of her own pussy.

Squish, squelch. Thrust.

The wet sounds of her juices filled the quiet living room.

Watching the video while roughly finger-fucking her own inner walls, Ayoung looked at her reflection in the mirror and mimicked the whore's lines.

"Haa... Jingeon. Auntie's pussy is already soaked wanting to eat our nephew's cock."

Excited by the vulgar line she'd spoken herself, Ayoung's belly contracted with a thrilling squeeze.

But she soon tilted her head.

"No. Our Jingeon would get harder ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from his usual gentle auntie corrupting than from outright whore talk."

Ayoung shoved her fingers even deeper and switched her voice to something thoroughly affectionate.

"Oh my, is our nephew awake?"

"Auntie will take care of everything, so Jingeon just stay still and keep your cock planted in this wet pussy. Okay?"

Squelch! Squish!

The speed of the fingers plunging into her pussy went mad.

"Aaa... ah! Jingeon, Jingeon...!"

Even without the real thing inside her yet, her perfectly synchronized body reached climax from nothing but her nephew's name.

Her waist arched like a bow as clear juices gushed out onto the sofa.

"Haa, haa..."

A lewd smile spread across Ayoung's eyes as she panted hard.

"Tomorrow morning... I'll really get to eat Jingeon's cock."