Beginning
<span style="font-weight:400">Call yourself lucky, if you got isekaid by truck-kun. For me…
<span style="font-weight:400">Ugh. This isn’t the ce to start getting embarrassed, considering how lewd it getster.
<span style="font-weight:400">So.
<span style="font-weight:400">Okay.
<span style="font-weight:400">Here goes.
<span style="font-weight:400">Myst day on Earth began with a stic bag self asphyxiation experiment in a tiny apartment furnished by garbage bags, and old soda bottles. What you need to know is that under no circumstances should you hog-tie yourself helpless with timed locks, belts, sock-gag, and tighten a bag around your head, if you’ve forgotten about a family visit.
<span style="font-weight:400">So, there I was. Wiggling. Choking lightly.
<span style="font-weight:400">The doorbell rang furiously. My grandpa and dad were both banging on the door, whilst my mother shouted at the 911 operator.
<span style="font-weight:400">Louder still were the moans of my favorite BDSM clip, ying out exaggerated sadomasochistic pleasure at full volume out of a cheap bluetooth speaker.
<span style="font-weight:400">Literal worst case scenario.
<span style="font-weight:400">The only way I could live was to make this seem like a robbery.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since this was a so-so neighbourhood, it’d take police some ten-eleven minutes to arrive. In that time, I had to: Dispose pornographic evidence, hide valuables to make it seem as if I was robbed, and open an escape route for the imaginary perpetrator.
<span style="font-weight:400">With much groaning and struggling, I managed to roll around, and collect my phone. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage more than a meter towards my valuables drawer, until I heard the sirens. Heart caught in my throat. I might’ve peed myself.
<span style="font-weight:400">n B was concocted on the spot: Open window, throw phone into backyard hay. Though it might set off some bullshit rms, I would insist that the thieves were after my ugly ass, and thus had not had time to ransack the apartment.
<span style="font-weight:400">I bondage-crawled four meters to the window in record time.
<span style="font-weight:400">“POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Adrenaline pounding, I scaled a mound of trash bags, and nudged the window open, not remembering it already was.
<span style="font-weight:400">Two storey fall doesn’t take long.
<span style="font-weight:400">It’s more like you start leaning down, and then crunch, you havended.
<span style="font-weight:400">Paralyzed, I heard the BDSM clip begin to rey on my phone, just as the police and my family rounded the corner.
<span style="font-weight:400">Four hourster, I expired in a nearby hospital. The official cause of death was acute spinal fracture at C1 to C4 lumbars, but the superficial injuries were nothingpared to the deep soul staining shame I experienced that day.
<span style="font-weight:400">A death befitting of an S-ss degenerate masochist.
<span style="font-weight:400">Where do such people go after they die?
<span style="font-weight:400">Why, to a crystal room with a gxy for a floor, furniture made of starlight, and a seven winged void-blue angel in a suit. Of course!
<span style="font-weight:400">He, or she—the person was both androgynous and constantly fluctuating in shape—raised their eyes from a bright piece of paper, and looked at me with bright white eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve read your life.” Their voice was a single smooth chord of a guitar.
<span style="font-weight:400">“O-oh? All of it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">They nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Am I going to hell?”
<span style="font-weight:400">They smiled. “How would you like to reincarnate?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How would, you, like to reincarnate?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I… Whoa... Being as big a weeb as the next degenerate. Oh-ho-hoho! I have a hundred ideas to pick from. To be able to pick your next life in a fantasynd is a dreame true, and not only of the wet kind, but also— Nay. Especially of the wet kind. Imagine…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes?” They stared at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“They had heard everything inside my thoughts.”
<span style="font-weight:400">They nodded. “Yes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I might’ve died again. After processing my situation, and rationalizing my shame, I made myselfy out my truest and most shameful wish.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If possible, I’d like to reincarnate as a beautiful woman of some immortal species. The unaging kind of immortal. And the species should be somewhat human-like in appearance. The world should have a variety of sexually creative andpatible human and non-human monsters though. Demons, tentacles, anything that hentai and porn producers can think of. I’d love to be in a position where I’m exploited, and helpless to change my situation. Is that possible?”
<span style="font-weight:400">They inclined their head, and scribbled a few lines on the bright paper, which I presume was my file. They paused. “Would you prefer to reincarnate, or take over an existing body?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“An existing body. Reincarnation would be… Yeah, let’s not get into that. Also, if I get to be in trouble quicker by taking an existing body, that would be preferable!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Excellent. Sign here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I did.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, I never asked your name?”
<span style="font-weight:400">They rolled up my file, and held their palm towards me. “From now on, you may call me Master.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Before we could discuss the implications, I was torn from that celestial space. I flew backwards at lightspeed, parallel realities turning into streaks of light, and mmed into a physical space—a body.