Reincarnated into a Perverted Paradise
I died. What a hollow end. Heart attack. I was just stretching as usual when I woke up, and that was it. Living alone in the priest's quarters, there was no one to help me. And so my thirty years of life came to a pathetic close.
What happens now? Heaven, I guess? I'd devoted my life to serving God ever since becoming a priest. Going to hell would feel so unfair.
My body felt like it was floating, and soon my eyes fluttered open.
"Where..."
I was standing on clouds. For a second, I worried my feet might sink through, but they held firm.
- My son.
"Ah, fa... Father."
The voice calling me. Looking ahead, I knew who it was instantly. The one I'd served for over twenty years stood before me.
"Is that really you, Father?"
- Yes, my son.
Such a question was pointless. I could tell just by looking. The being before me was God.
- My son, who held onto faith your whole life.
"Yes, Father."
He was God, yet he felt so warm and approachable. Like meeting my real dad.
- The day has come to reward your faith.
"So I really am dead, huh."
- Yes.
A hollow death, but no regrets. How could I regret a life spent helping the suffering?
- I offer you two choices, my son.
"What are they?"
- One is to ascend to heaven for eternal rest. The ultimate end for a priest. Who'd turn that down?
- Or, I can let you start a new life in the world you desire.
"...What?"
I froze at the second option. Reborn in the world I want? That shook me. A world I truly desire? But no such place could exist...
- It does, my son.
"Huh? D-Do you know about it?"
- Yes.
God knew the world I craved? Suddenly, I wished I could die all over again. Wait, I already had. Hiding anything from God was futile anyway.
"......I want to go there."
- Say it once more.
"I want to go to a fucking lewd world overflowing with sex jokes and nonstop fucking, a total pervert paradise!!!!"
- Very well, my son. I'll let you live again in the world you desire.
"Thank you so much, Father."
Felt like getting caught jacking off by Dad. I'd said no regrets about my past life, but there was one: dying a virgin! I'd decided young to become a priest serving God, so I'd never even dated, let alone fucked. My one regret. Should've done it at least once before committing...
That lingering thought had festered into a new desire: I want to live in a world overflowing with lewd shit where I can fuck nonstop! A secret dream I'd kept hidden. But God knew everything.
- This is your reward for faith. Be reborn and live once more in the world you crave.
"Thank you!! I'm overwhelmingly grateful!!"
My faith burned brighter than ever.
- Just know, downloading your memories will take about twenty years, so you'll realize your rebirth later.
"Huh?"
Did God just use super modern lingo? Must've misheard.
- Farewell, my son.
"Yes, Fath— whoaaaaaahhh!!!???"
Suddenly, the ground—er, clouds—vanished. I plummeted. A sensation beyond anything I'd felt. I'm gonna crash!
Falling toward some house's roof. I tried to dodge desperately, but no dice. I smashed right through, passing into the interior. Then, colliding with a woman's body, I blacked out.
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21 years later.
"Son, get up and eat breakfast~"
"Mmm..."
Mom's voice woke me. As soon as I sat up, I dropped to my knees on the floor, hands clasped.
"God! Thank you!"
21 years in this world since reincarnation. My past-life memories were back.
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21 years here, but regaining those memories changed everything.
"To think I'd actually live in a world like this..."
The pervert paradise I'd craved, overflowing with lewd concepts! Morning wood had my dick throbbing, straining against my pants. Normally, I'd calm down first... but not anymore.
"Let's go!"
I headed to the kitchen tenting hard.
"Good morning."
"Sleep well, son..."
Mom, prepping breakfast, turned and saw me. My blatant erection on full display. In a normal world, she'd freak or yell... but
"So healthy first thing in the morning~ Didn't jerk off last night?"
She smiled casually, like it was nothing.
"Yeah."
Impossible dialogue in my old life. No family chats like that, even open-minded ones. But here? Totally normal.
"Gonna jerk in the living room soon."
"Okay. Eat first, then."
"Sure, Mom."
A world where lewdness was everyday casual. Jerking off, sex, kinks, preferences—just light chit-chat. Even wanking in front of parents was routine.
And in this pervert paradise, I'd reclaimed my memories.
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21 years reborn. Now, with memories restored, I could truly live in this new world.
Same routine, but it feels weird today...
Eating breakfast with Mom while hard. Normal daily life, but today? Electric. Past-life memories amped the taboo thrill, keeping me rock-solid.
And damn, she's so fucking hot.
Mom eating across from me. Simple dress, no bra or panties. Her pink nipples visible through the sheer fabric. Couldn't focus on food.
She's not my bio-mom. Stepmom after Dad remarried. He passed 10 years ago from illness. But she'd raised me like her own. Basically Mom... yet impossible to see just as family.
How can I not see her as a woman when she's this slutty! Gorgeous face, massive tits. Firm, plump ass and hips. Looks so young, people mistake us for a couple or siblings. Only 16 years older, so yeah, she's prime.
Naturally, I saw her as female. But family lines held us back. Until now.
No more holding back.
This was my new world. Time to unleash past-life urges. Sure, there's an unspoken family rule against crossing that line. But it's not forbidden. No real concept of sex crimes here. Lewd jokes or groping? Just friendly contact.
Men barely even grope anyway.
Men's libidos were trash here. 400 years ago, some woman sparked global terrorism that tanked male hormones and sex drive. To boost male activity, sex crimes vanished. Leading to this lewd-normal world.
Guys still have near-zero drive, but it's 'improved.' Population plummeted for a century, near-extinction panic. But lewdness becoming daily life stabilized it. Kinda. Artificial insemination helped numbers creep up.
"Why so slow today?"
"Staring at your nipples, Mom."
"Wanna see 'em up close?"
"...Show me when I jerk later."
"Gotcha~"
Casual as hell. Male erections and masturbation? Super healthy. Mom smiled warmly.
20 years here, I knew the norms. But memories? Fucking exhilarating.
Soon, those tits...Gulp.
Eyeing her juicy rack, I wolfed down breakfast.
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Why's he so manly today?
My son staring at my chest. Saying he'd jerk in the living room? Shocking. Usually shy, he'd hide erections in his room. Today? Strutting out hard, planning to stroke while eyeing me...
No clue why, but thrilled. Perfect.
Hiding that monster cock, not even jerking properly? National loss.
Not bias—he's my son. His dick dwarfs others. Rare huge-cock owner. Seeing it always made my belly tingle.
But he's my son. Gotta hold back.
Can't fantasize fucking him or tempt him. Family ethics exist, minimally. Mutual watching while jerking? Perfect limit.
Wanting to jerk to my tits... Never heard sweeter words.
Like a confession. Forgot I was Mom, nearly pounced.
Calm down. He just wants to bust a nut easy.
Just using me to vent healthy urges. Don't misread as love.
"Done eating. Time to jerk."
"Lead on, son~"
Excitement bubbling for my first live view of his masturbation, I followed to the living room.