Sex, huh.
I'm no saint. I never took vows of chastity or consider myself pure. It's just that... the opportunity never arose. Or rather: there were opportunities. But I was selective. Maybe too much, considering how I look. Some women were interested in me. But I didn't want anything to do with girls who were too experienced. Insecurity? Taste? I don't know. But I closed myself off. I also didn't get involved with prostitutes. Not even when I was already earning well and could afford it. It wasn't about morality. It was a strange mix of pride, shame, and... fetish. Although it cost me to admit it, I wanted my first time to be special. With someone virgin. Yes, I know how ironic it sounds. In my world, that was almost impossible. But in many hentai... virgins are more abundant than in real life. Pretty girls, inexperienced, who —absurdly— waited for someone like me. That thought shook me. What if this world really had that? What if those virgins were here, waiting for me? While I ruminated on that fantasy —half morbid, half ridiculous—the screen lit up again.
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"Oh, I almost forgot..." "This world can be a bit dangerous. And you are nothing but lost laics, raw meat without training." > "It's better to give you some help." "You will receive an ability based on what you were as mortals. Something that represents you... or corrects you." "And if you earn merits —missions, achievements, those little things— I will give you more. Because that, my dear degenerates... will be much more fun."
I read the notification on the screen. I wasn't clear on how to use it, but as I thought about it, it unfolded on its own in front of my eyes:
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Pig Instinct of Camouflage (passive) An ancestral ability of your species. The pig does not hide for beauty, but for irrelevance. Your fat, your hunched posture, and that passive and lazy energy make you imperceptible. Women do not see you as a man. Men do not see you as a rival. And that, my dear pig... makes you perfect for approaching without raising alarms.
I frowned. Pig? Yes, I'm fat, okay... But it's not like they have to repeat it in every damn line. I sighed, tired. I already had enough with being trapped in a forest with no idea how to get back... to argue with a screen with a bully complex. I let it pass. For now. But before I could close the window, the god's voice resonated one last time as the screen lit up again:
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"Well, that's all. I probably won't talk to you again, mortals..." "Unless it's to give you rewards... or punishments, of course." "I will leave a help system. This same screen, I suppose. Here you can see the abilities you gain... or the punishments you receive. Jejeje..." "That's all. Enjoy my playground, my children. Go play."
The screen flashed one more time... and disappeared. I was left alone. With my thoughts. ‐-------- After the screen stopped showing text from the supposed god, most people started to move. Many looked worried. Some, strangely happy. And a few, like me, thoughtful. Our mission was to have sex... or face elimination. Or something worse.
Or at least, that's what the guy who called himself "god" said. Although he swore we wouldn't die, I didn't want to take the risk. What to do? I wondered as I started to follow a group of five or six guys walking in the opposite direction from the interior of the forest. I hadn't taken the time to observe them before. But now that I looked... it was a quite varied group. Young, old, fat, thin. There was everything. Pretty people, ugly people. Very ugly people. And among all those faces and bodies... I started to notice something I had never allowed myself to think: I didn't look that bad. I wasn't a model, sure. But I also wasn't the worst.
Maybe I should lose a little weight, I thought, without much conviction, as we advanced. To my surprise, we didn't take long to leave the forest. The foliage opened in a natural curve, revealing a rusted gate and a cracked concrete path. A park? Yes. Apparently, we were in a damn park. ‐-------- Outside the trees, the city looked... normal. People walking, office clothes, police, cars, streets. But then... schoolgirls, nurses, secretaries, housewives... all incredibly sexy.
It was weird. Too weird. On a scale of 1 to 100 in beauty... five out of ten women were a 60. Three, even more beautiful. And the remaining two... sexual bombs. The kind that make your blood boil just by looking at them. And it wasn't my imagination. A "hundred" crossed right in front of us. Dazzling. Beautiful face, impossible curves to ignore. She wore loose housewife clothes, but even so... everything showed. A small mole on the chin. A coquettish smile. A basket hanging from the arm. Probably returning from the market. We all drooled.
Literally. Some had saliva hanging. I shook my head, trying to think clearly. Others also reacted, coming out of their trance. She didn't even look at us. She kept walking as if nothing. Sure. Calm. As if that were normal.
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A different group from mine started to move. Tattooed guys, looking like thugs. They didn't disguise it. By their attitude, their looks, their pace... it was obvious what they planned. And also that they weren't good people in their previous worlds. I didn't follow them. I also didn't stop them. If I'm honest, I also felt tempted. That beautiful she was. But I had something clear: the woman seemed like a housewife. And that meant only one thing. She had a husband. I frowned. Simply, it wasn't for me. Our group veered towards another area of the city. Some of those still nearby looked at each other... and followed the tattooed men. Probably wanted the leftovers. Or ask for their turn. ‐--------
We kept walking through the city, and as expected... we caught attention. People looked at us. They pointed. Some laughed. Even the police approached. And it made sense. Some, like me, were in pajamas. Others, half-naked. One had medieval clothes on. And another... was completely naked. That one was taken away instantly. A couple of officers handcuffed him while he shouted something about "being blessed by freedom".
The rest of the group ran in all directions. Except me. The officer who approached me didn't even look at me twice. He just told me, in a carefree tone:
—Be careful, don't go out of the house like this again. And he left. He didn't touch me. He didn't interrogate me. He didn't consider me a threat. A part of me found it curious. Another, strangely depressing. But something else bothered me even more. The police spoke Japanese. I blinked. I looked at the signs around me.
They were all in Japanese. People spoke Japanese. But they didn't look Japanese. There were girls with pink, green, white, blue... colors I had only seen in anime. And their physical features were as varied as ridiculous. Were we in Japan? Or in a world that spoke Japanese... but wasn't Japan? Reality wavered. And another problem appeared. The language. I could understand some words. Loose phrases. Expressions. Thanks to years of anime and manga. But speaking it was another story. And if I couldn't communicate well... how was I going to fuck someone? The mission started to sound much more complicated than it seemed.
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Although apparently, it wasn't that much. One of the guys I had left the park with proved it. As we passed by an alley, I saw him. The one in the green pajamas. Fucking a schoolgirl with pigtails. It was... weird. The girl didn't understand what he said. He didn't understand what she moaned. And yet... it worked. The schoolgirl —pink hair, surely dyed— seemed to enjoy it. She moved her hips with enthusiasm. Moaned, smiled, closed her eyes.
There was no discomfort. She didn't try to escape. Soon, several of those who had escaped from the police gathered near me. Everyone watched. No one said anything. The girl saw us. And, coquettish, she made a sign. She formed an "O" with her thumb and index finger. And with the finger of her other hand... entered and exited through the center.
Universal. Classic. Several didn't hesitate. They approached. Some lowered their pants as they walked. She received them with pleasure. Sucked, groped, laughed. She seemed overwhelmed... but happy. At one point, she raised her hands to ask for time, took out her cell phone, and called someone. No more than five minutes passed before two more schoolgirls arrived at the alley. No greetings. No words.
They knelt directly, and took two or three men each. I was in shock. I didn't want to participate. But what impacted me the most was something else: No one invited me.