Getting killed by a parked truck... Sounds insane, right? But the worst part is it happens right after you think you're safe...
Alright, let's roll back a bit.
Hayato Fujimura, 16, a hopeless high schooler living alone in Tokyo, which is me, woke up at noon after a reckless all-night anime binge. You know, one of those time-wasting sessions in youth that almost all otakus end up regretting in their adulthood.
I sat on my bed for a while, staring blankly at the wall with heavy, sleepy eyes. Then my stomach growled, reminding me to fuel up with some "healthy" instant junk. So I got up and headed towards the fridge.
But when I opened it, the thing was basically empty. Well, not completely. There was a cup of instant ramen from who-knows-when, covered in mold, looking like a creature somehow struggling to come back to life.
I looked at it for a while, seriously wondering if I could still eat it. But it almost felt like it was about to ask for help. I slammed the door shut. No way. I wasn't mentally ready to start talking with ramen. Not yet.
I put on some clothes, splashed water on my face, and shuffled to the nearest market to get something for breakfast. Of course, I grabbed whatever cheapest instant food I could find.
Still half-asleep, eyes swollen, I stepped onto the road on autopilot. And I only realized I had run a red light when a horn nearly blew my ears off.
The moment I turned my head, I saw a truck racing up the steep road as if on the most urgent mission in the world, its driver leaning on the horn with sheer desperation.
Neither of us had the time or chance to get out of way. Everything happened in a flash. With a reflex that could make any action star jealous, I threw myself onto the road in the same direction as the truck, in what felt like a perfect instinctive dive.
I hit face-first into the ground as the truck thundered past, its engine heat grazing my neck. My instant stuff went flying in every direction in slow motion, yet somehow, I landed completely unharmed.
Lucky me, right?
I could tell the truck had finally stopped a few meters away from the screech of its brakes and the tires desperately trying to grip the asphalt.
I managed to haul myself upright. Well, technically just into a sitting position. My whole body was still shaking from shock, and standing wasn't an option at the time. So, I just sat there on the asphalt like the very first work of an amateur sculptor.
Soon after, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and feeling a bit steadier, I leaned forward to tackle the tragic mess of spilled ramen and noodles when...
Hayato:
"Man, that was so close-"
BANG!
The truck driver, probably trying out for "Most Panicked Human of the Year," jumped out and charged at me as soon as he stopped the truck. Halfway through, he finally realized the truck was coming faster than him.
Because, apparently, he'd forgotten to pull the handbrake, and the truck was rolling backward, picking up speed as it approached.
He spun back to try to stop it, but apparently, physics wasn't on his side. So, my knees still wouldn't obey me, and before I could even dodge, a hard blow to my head slammed my eyes shut.
When I came to, there was some black smoke surrounding me as if someone had just conducted a failed experiment.
I looked around, and all I could see was endless whiteness. Through it, a woman walked toward me, coughing and muttering words I could barely make out between gasps.
Woman:
"Is-is anyone there? H-Hello?"
Hayato:
"Yeah... I think so."
The moment she heard my voice, she rushed over, leapt, and wrapped me in a tight hug. It felt like she hadn't seen another human in millions of years.
My head was pressed against her massive chest, making it hard to breathe, but she was too thrilled to notice and began chattering away endlessly.
Woman:
"Oh my! Amazing! I did it! I finally did it!"
I barely escaped my head from her chest, gasped for some breath, and finally managed to ask.
Hayato:
"Uh... What exactly is it that you did?"
She stepped back and gave me a once-over. So I got a good look at her too. A stunning woman in her thirties, with long pink braided hair and sparkling, wide eyes, beamed at me with pure excitement.
She radiated a warm glow and carried a sweet scent, making her seem like a perfect angel, or maybe something more than that
She radiated a warm glow and carried a sweet scent, making her seem like a perfect angel, or maybe something more than that.
Then, suddenly, she began poking at my arms and legs, firing off questions like I was some kind of human science experiment.
Woman:
"You're okay, right? Nothing wrong? Everything in its place?"
Everything in its what? Something about that didn't feel right, and I started to get nervous. Gathering all my courage, I turned to the beautiful, and, let's be honest, way too hot woman beside me, still eyeing me up, and asked.
Hayato:
"Im sorry to interrupt but... as far as I got, I died... right? Could this be some kind of afterlife?"
After carefully examining my body and deciding that everything was fine, she relaxed, moved in front of me, and answered with a warm smile.
Woman:
"Oh yes, I summoned you."
Hayato:
"You...?"
Woman:
"Oops, my bad! I totally forgot the intro part. My name's Yurihime, goddess of lust and all that shiny stuff. Sooo... yeah, I kinda called you here to be a hero and save my world!"
Hayato:
"Excuse me, goddess of whaat?"
Honestly, with the way she looked, it wasn't that hard to guess she was the goddess of lust. My eyes wandered over her body for a while, uh, not for that reason, just, you know, fact-checking or... let's forget about that.
Then her words bounced around in my head, and finally it clicked. A mix of excitement and shock took over me, I practically yelled.
Hayato:
"W-what? Did I just get isekaied?"