"Sex, sex, sex!"
I wanted to have sex.
Whether it was simply emotionless intercourse or some passionate, hardcore pounding, destroying pussies with my cock, I just wanted to fuck.
Not to be mistaken, I wasn't some virgin going crazy about pussy.
In fact, I once had a girlfriend during my college days, whom I'd fucked for three whole years until we broke up, and so one could say that I was quite experienced in that department.
But it was precisely because I had tasted that crazy, soul-melting pleasure that I longed to feel it again.
As they say, a man who has never tasted honey dreams of sweetness, and the man who has, starves in its absence.
Unfortunately, having wasted my college days on my girlfriend and then spending the following years grieving over the breakup with her, life quickly spiraled downward for me.
My parents' health deteriorated, and they could no longer support me. With no achievements to my name and no time to recover, society beat me down, and as the only son, I was forced to start working and shoulder the burden of supporting the family.
Even saving some money to visit prostitutes didn't help, as on my first attempt, I had the misfortune of encountering a police raid and was escorted to the station before I could even touch the pussy of that whore.
'Fuck!'
That incident left a shadow over my heart when it came to sleeping with prostitutes, and I never dared to try it again.
Relationships were out of the question for someone like me—no money, no charm, and no skills to pick up girls. Even my once-decent looks and physique, which had helped me get a girlfriend back in college, began to deteriorate under the harsh conditions and exploitation of the workplace.
Watching porn and hentai and reading erotic novels and manga helped suppress my urges, but it was like drinking poison to quench my thirst.
Those busty girls in porn and those young, haughty, sexy anime bitches only made the craving worse. The lust kept growing, and the urges became more and more unbearable.
At some point, I actually had the idea of kidnapping some young school girls or beautiful MILFs and raping them to vent my lust. I even had a complete plan ready.
However, thinking about something and actually doing it were two completely different things.
I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Not because of some bullshit morality that had gone down the drain years ago after getting beaten by society but because of the risk of getting caught.
I knew that the world followed the law of the jungle and that I wasn't some genius mastermind who could commit a perfect crime without leaving any clues behind.
In fact, kidnapping, blackmail, and rape were common for those in power. Some even owned private islands filled with kidnapped women they called their "collections," ranging from young to old, white to black, and short to tall.
For someone like me, it was heaven, and for others, hell. But that was simply how the world worked.
The strong preyed on the weak. And without any power or connections, be they political or financial, I didn't have the courage to gamble my entire future for a one-time pleasure.
I feared the consequences.
Since nothing seemed to work out for me, dreaming about getting isekai'ed or transmigrated into another world, where I'd have a harem of beauties and live the life of a god, became my only comfort.
To make this dream come true, I even started doing all the weird and nonsensical shit and rituals described in those novels, like leaving a bad review exactly 6,666 words long, placing bread in the four corners of my room, and chanting nonsense while dancing around.
Hell, I even went as far as beating my meat while playing a hentai game for as long as I could, hoping to die of a sudden heart attack and reincarnate.
Of course, I was doing it more for the sake of it. Deep down, I didn't actually have much faith that any of it would work.
Later on, after countless failed attempts, when only Truck-kun's "Another World Express Delivery Service" was left for me to try, there wasn't much hope left in my heart. I even considered giving up on this childish nonsense and focusing on real life.
But should I say that miracles in life are really like toxic ex-girlfriends? Never there when you need them, and then they show up just when you're finally moving on.
Why did I say that?
Because somehow, I, a lunatic who was seriously considering jumping in front of a truck for some fantasy-world pussy, ended up getting exactly what I wished for.
One moment, I was lying in bed, debating whether to go with the Truck-kun method or finally clean my room, and the next…
Darkness.
Then, I felt myself being hugged tightly as a soft but clear voice reached my ears:
"Both the child and the mother are safe. The delivery went very smoothly!"
It was at that moment my brain went into overdrive. Everything clicked at lightning speed, and I realized—
'Holy shit! I've been reincarnated! Woohoo!'
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