"Damn… Her breasts must be softer than silk…"
Thought Iron Misaki as he shamelessly stared at the woman who had just opened the door — to both heaven and sin.
Lady Elisa.
Late thirties. Mother of two. Widowed, according to the rumors.
She had asked him to come today to tutor her eldest son in math — in exchange for a pitiful fee that barely covered cheap cigarettes and gas station coffee.
"Come in, Mr. Misaki."
She said it with a slightly husky voice — the kind shaped by sleepless nights and light smoking.
"God… How did two kids come out of that body without ruining the masterpiece?"
Elisa looked like she had slapped God in the face and told Him to redesign her physique.
As Iron stepped inside, his eyes instinctively swept across her seductive body like a seasoned pickpocket frisking an unsuspecting victim.
Firm breasts that seemed to defy gravity. A carved waist. A plump, curvy ass that could spark lust even in priests.
"Her late husband… or the man who ran away… must've drowned his face in that chest every single night…"
He tried to stay respectful, but his mouth was dry and his saliva nearly dripping.
She led him into the living room, where her younger son sat waiting with an open book and the gloom of teenage angst written across his face.
"This is Tim. Please help him — his grades are slipping..."
She sat across from him, legs crossed, her body carving the shape of a living temptation right in front of his tortured soul.
The lesson began.
Or at least, it tried to.
While he attempted to explain basic equations, his gaze kept escaping — to her thighs, to the cleavage, to her full lips sipping coffee with deadly slowness.
Then — the inevitable happened.
His erection bulged against his pants like a flag of betrayal.
With every little movement, it became harder to ignore… and more humiliating.
Elisa noticed.
Just a fleeting glance downward, then a swift return to his eyes.
She smiled — a small, sly, half-sarcastic smile.
"Are all your lessons this… enthusiastic, Mr. Misaki?"
She said it in a tone that wasn't teasing, nor mocking — but something in-between that nearly killed him from embarrassment.
"Ah, sorry… I mean… Math is… kinda exciting sometimes?"
He muttered, stumbling like an idiot.
She laughed.
A soft laugh that made his blood boil.
"It's fine. Young men are always... burning."
She stood up slowly, then bent down to pick up a fallen notebook — deliberately pressing that sinful ass right at his eye level.
He nearly passed out.
"She's playing with me like a cat toys with a dead mouse."
He screamed internally.
He rushed to end the lesson, snapping the book shut and avoiding any more visual temptations.
"We're done! I'll… I'll go now!"
He said it like he was fleeing a losing war.
She walked him to the door.
Just before he stepped out, she gently placed her hand on his arm.
"Come again tomorrow. Tim needs more lessons."
She smiled — a smile only innocent to those without a throbbing, traitorous dick.
"Of course…"
He mumbled, cursing his stupidity, his lust, his virginity… and everything in between.
And then, he left.
"Shit… I almost unloaded everything right there…"
He muttered while awkwardly adjusting his pants, cursing his body for betraying his caution for the thousandth time.
Outside, the December wind sliced through him like a rusty blade.
He pulled his thin jacket tighter over his scrawny frame and cursed his poverty three times over.
He was twenty-two years old.
No stable job. No recognized degree. No girlfriend.
Not even a first kiss.
Oh, and most importantly — still a virgin.
"Fucking virginity…"
He muttered through clenched teeth, walking across cracked city sidewalks, cursing life, God, and the drunk mistake of a mother who brought him into this world.
The city looked like puke after a drug-fueled party.
Crumbling skyscrapers. Neon signs screaming sex services into the void.
Exhausted faces hiding under broken umbrellas.
Men coughing blood onto the pavement.
Cold rain started falling.
Thick drops, like pebbles, soaking through his clothes and stinging his bones.
"Perfect. Like today wasn't shitty enough already…"
He said, trying to light a cigarette.
The wind blew it out three times.
In the back alleys, he passed beggars sharing bottles of bootleg liquor and men in black whispering shady deals.
No one looked at him. No one cared.
He was just another nobody.
An insect crawling through the sewers of the city.
Then — disaster struck.
He heard a metallic groan above.
Looked up — and saw, just for a split second — a massive air conditioner breaking loose from a decaying tenth-floor wall.
"Noooooooooooo—"
His scream was crushed before his skull was.
The unit fell on him with merciless speed.
Blood and breath exploded in every direction.
He didn't feel real pain.
Only overwhelming shock… then eternal silence.
But it wasn't over.
When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by a blinding white void stretching infinitely in all directions.
No walls. No floor. No sky.
Just searing whiteness.
He was standing — or so he thought.
He looked at his hands… but had none.
His body was a transparent ghost.
Then, something appeared.
A floating blue window hovered before him:
[Welcome to the Transitional Zone!]
"The what now?!"
Iron screamed — his voice echoing across the empty white like a hollow drum.
Another window popped up underneath:
[Sorry for your unfortunate accident… (Your death is considered rare: Only 0.00004% die by falling air conditioners!)]
[We're offering you a second chance — Reincarnation in another world!]
"Shit… I really died…"
He muttered, a bitter laugh bubbling in his chest.
[Please wait while we generate your profile… Analyzing data…]
Time passed — maybe hours, maybe seconds.
In the white void, time didn't exist.
Then — a new window appeared:
[Analysis Complete!]
[Intelligence: Below average.]
[Charm: Negligible.]
[Skills: None.]
[Achievements: Nothing noteworthy.]
[Moral records: Corrupt. Perverted. Alarming.]
Iron smirked bitterly.
"At least they're honest…"
He muttered, staring into the blinding white.
[Due to your deteriorated mental state, you've been granted a special bonus: The "Maximum Lust" System.]
"The what now?!"
He growled.
Before he could protest, an invisible force yanked him downward — dragging him toward a dark pit opening in the void.
He screamed.
He wept.
He cursed his mother, his father, the city, the falling air conditioner, and the entire goddamned universe…
And then, darkness swallowed him.