Inside a room shrouded in darkness, an 18 or 19-year-old man sat hunched over his phone screen, reading a well-known erotic novel infamous for its degenerate content.
He scrolled through the latest chapter nearing the end now, almost 230 in total. And finally, after all that buildup, the dull, clueless main character had managed to take full control of a beautiful woman. Not just corrupt her completely own her.
He read the paragraph:
"On your knees, Kitty," the man said, staring at the 19-year-old girl. She was completely naked, save for the collar around her neck, the chain of which was clutched in his hand.
She looked up at him, her eyes soft and filled with love. Whatever this man told her, she wouldn't refuse. After all, what harm was there? Max had forgiven her for the terrible things she'd done to him.
He was a bit kinky, sure but she found that kind of cute. She was genuinely happy he could trust her enough to share even the darkest parts of himself. Even if the things he asked were embarrassing, even questionable, she did them without hesitation. She'd do anything for him.
"Faster, bitch." He yanked the leash, jerking her head forward.
"So rough, are we? Tsk, tsk." She didn't say a word just smiled and dropped to all fours.
He walked ahead, and she followed behind him, crawling. Her long, beautiful hair brushed the floor as she moved.
"What if a student happened to be outside their classroom right now?." he said, grinning. After all, they were still inside the school building and classes were in session.
"So kinky," she whispered under her breath, her body burning with heat.
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The man finished reading and scoffed.
"No woman would agree to this crap. How dumb is she supposed to be? Are people in these novels really this innocent?" He rolled his eyes. "And that MC... it took him, what, 200 chapters to get a girl to do this? Pathetic. If it were me, I'd have her like that in 10 chapters, tops."
Corrupting someone's mind and making them do stuff like this? It was thrilling. Exciting. Addictive.
Just as he was cooking weird things in his head.
Lucy shot up from his seat, stomach twisting in a tight, painful knot. "Oh no," he muttered, already halfway down the hallway. This wasn't just a bad feeling. It was defcon-level urgency. His insides felt like they were boiling, every step threatening to turn the situation into a disaster.
He reached the bathroom door, yanked it open..
And froze.
It wasn't there.
No tiles. No sink. No toilet. No familiar, blessed porcelain throne.
Instead, wind rustled through tall grass. Trees loomed beyond the doorway, thick with moss and vines. Birds chirped, somewhere off in the distance, and a shaft of golden sunlight spilled through the canopy.
"What the..." Lucy blinked hard. "Did I pass out? Am I dreaming?"
He slammed the door shut. Thump. He turned around. His apartment was still there cracked wallpaper, dusty fan spinning overhead, the faint scent of leftover noodles.
So what the hell was this?
He opened the door again.
Same thing. Forest. Endless. Peaceful, yes but not helpful when your guts are staging a full rebellion.
He shut it. Counted to three. Opened it again.
Still forest.
"What the sandwich in homie's ass is this?!" he shouted, panic rising. "Did I flush some beans down the toilet and grow a magic jungle?"
He stepped back, clutching his stomach. Grrrrkkh. It twisted again, hard. He doubled over, groaning. "No, no, no, this isn't happening…"
But curiosity was now running neck-and-neck with bowel pressure. He stepped through the doorway into the forest, one foot crunching on mossy ground, the other hesitating this better be quick.
The moment he crossed the threshold fully, the doorway vanished behind him.
Gone. Just trees and green. As if the bathroom and his apartment had never existed.
Lucy spun around, panic flaring in his chest. "No, no, NO. Where's the DOOR?!"
Then, without thinking, he whispered, "Let me go back…"
Fwump.
The door appeared. Just like that. But not behind him off to the side, wedged between two trees like a misplaced elevator shaft. It pulsed faintly with blue light.
Lucy stared, wide-eyed. "So... I can just will it to come back?"
A beat passed before his stomach answered with another angry growwwl. He clutched his side. "Okay okay, discovery later. Priorities!"
There was no bathroom here. But if his own bathroom had been moved... maybe it was somewhere in this forest?
He didn't think. He couldn't afford to. He started moving.
Leaves brushed his shoulders. Twigs snapped underfoot. The forest was strange almost too clean, too green. No bugs. No smell of decay. It didn't even feel quite... real. Like a painting someone had brought to life.
"I swear to God, if this place doesn't have a toilet, I'm gonna start digging a hole," Lucy muttered under his breath, pushing deeper into the forest with the desperate gait of a man on the edge.
Two minutes in, and his stomach was staging a full-blown uprising.
Every step was a negotiation. Every twitch in his gut was a countdown. His insides felt like they were being kneaded by angry gremlins. He walked hunched, hand pressed to his stomach, mouth clenched shut to keep the groans inside.
Then he stopped.
Dead.
His eyes widened, mouth slowly falling open.
"What the…"
In front of him, the forest gave way to something impossible. Rows of buildings real buildings stood in a strange clearing where there should've been nothing but trees. Compact houses stacked beside each other, wall to wall. Some one-story. Some two. A few rising up three or even four stories like crooked towers, built too close for comfort, almost leaning into each other like gossiping neighbors.
"What the actual hell…" Lucy whispered, blinking like the sight might go away if he stared too hard.
He stepped forward, stunned. It wasn't just a few structures. This was a village. An actual village tucked away in what should've been a bathroom or at least a forest.
The layout was tight and chaotic, like someone took a handful of dollhouses and threw them into the woods. wide alleyways and roads. Some homes had miniature gardens out front. Others had laundry flapping on strings, except... nothing was moving it. No wind. No people. Just eerie stillness.
Lucy rubbed his eyes. "Did my damn bathroom come with its own real estate package? Am I standing in the Toilet District now?"
The weight in his belly yanked him back to reality. Gggggrk. A tremor of doom passed through his core.
Focus. No time to gawk.
"If there's a village, there's gotta be a restroom," he mumbled, now half-speed-walking, half-speed-suffering. "Maybe some magical plumbing? A forest outhouse? C'mon, give me a break here..."
He turned a corner into a narrow lane, trying not to fall apart physically or mentally. There was no movement. No voices. Just the sound of his breathing and the occasional crunch of his shoes on the gravel paths.
He passed a house with a wooden sign hanging above the door but the letters weren't English. They curved and twisted like vines, glowing faintly.
Great. Alien language. Mystery village and Exploding stomach...
Lucy wiped sweat off his brow. "Shit," he cursed. "Fuck it. Let's just ask someone. What's the worst that can happen?"
He eyed the rows of strange houses surrounding him like puzzle pieces crammed too tight. There had to be people living in them, right? What else were these for?
His stomach twisted violently. Grrrrkkk. It was now or never.
Without another thought, Lucy stomped up to the nearest door an arched slab of dark wood, oddly smooth, with that same faint glowing script curling along the frame like ivy.
He hesitated, hand raised, breath stuck halfway in his chest. Please be human, he thought. Please don't be some interdimensional spider beast or flesh-eating orb with teeth.
But truth be told, those thoughts didn't even really register. The pain in his gut eclipsed all logic. There was only survival now.
And so, he knocked.
Three times.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Silence.
Then a click.
The door eased open with a soft creak, like it had been waiting for him.
And standing there in the frame was the kind of woman you see once in your life, and spend the rest of it wondering if she was real.
Lucy forgot how to breathe.
No a.... angel. That was the only word his brain could process.
She was maybe twenty-five, twenty-six at most. Skin pale and flawless, like milk poured under moonlight. Her hair shimmered white-blonde, cascading to her hips in gentle waves that seemed to float more than fall. Eyes wide, clear, glowing faintly blue, like someone had carved the sky and put pieces of it behind her lashes.
She wore... something.
It might have been clothing. Technically.
A sheer, silky top that clung to her chest like it was molded onto her, tight enough to show the gentle rise and fall of her breath. Beneath, no bra. Just smooth curves, round and soft, practically glowing through the thin fabric. The cut dipped low low enough to make Lucy's eyes betray him for a full second before guilt yanked them back up.
Her bottom half was draped in some kind of loose, shimmering wrap slit up one thigh, high enough to make him short-circuit. Her legs were long. Her hips were curved like they'd never known hardship. Her feet were bare, toes delicate, skin untouched by dirt despite standing in a forest village.
But none of it made sense.
She wasn't posing. She wasn't flirting. She wasn't even aware.
She looked at him with the expression of someone seeing a lost child at their doorstep. Not alarmed. Not judgmental. Just... concerned. Soft. Like her heart was already worried for him before he said a word.
Her body was the kind that'd make most men sin on sight but her eyes had never seen cruelty. There was no flirt in her smile, no awareness of the way the air clung to her curves. Just softness. Like someone who'd never even heard the word "lust."
Lucy blinked.
His mouth opened. Nothing came out.
For a few surreal seconds, he forgot why he was even here. The gut pain vanished. The desperation, gone. Even the weirdness of the magic forest and vanishing bathroom all of it blurred into fog under the glow of her stare.
"…Hello Umm you are?," she said, voice light and fragile, like the first note of a lullaby her expression weirdly very gentle to say the least as if really trying to recall does she knows this person?.
Lucy swallowed. His brain booted back up, sputtering like a dying car. "I I need a bathroom."
She tilted her head slightly, expression soft with curiosity starteled by sudden and rude way of introduction. "A bathroom Ehhh?" Confused to say the least.
He nodded quickly, sweat beading on his forehead. "Yeah. A toilet. Porcelain throne. Human rights."
"A bathroom?" she said, tilting her head. "Is that... a type of sanctuary?"
He nodded quickly, gripping his stomach. "Yeah. Like now. I'm gonna blow if I don't look, long story short, I Can't find my home and i fastly needs a Fucking bathroom."
She blinked, lips curving slightly in what could only be described as the purest smile he'd ever seen. No mockery. No confusion. Just… understanding.
She stepped aside and gently gestured him in. "Of course. Come inside."
Lucy didn't hesitate. He stepped through the door like a sinner crossing the threshold into heaven stomach clenched, body trembling, but soul quietly screaming: thank you thank you thank you.