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Translator: uly
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Roughly Isekai's Ultimate Sex Toy
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Out of nowhere, but I can control people.
Sure, everyone gets manipulated by all sorts of tangible and intangible forces, but my case is special.
"Welcome!"
I push open the convenience store door. I haven't decided what to buy yet.
I give the clerk at the counter a quick once-over after she greets me so eagerly.
Pretending to mull it over, I wander aimlessly near the shelves.
She's pretty cute, this part-timer.
Like the fate of every convenience store girl, guys must buzz around her like mayflies, throwing their sleazy lines.
I'm a total stranger to her.
I've stopped by this store a few times and seen her face, but that's it. I only just noticed today how attractive she is. On a whim, I wondered: What are the odds she'd go for someone like me?
Near impossible. No girl comes to a convenience store looking for a boyfriend.
Odds are she's got one already, and even if not, she'd look mortified if I tried chatting her up.
Even if by some miracle it worked out, the chances of her stripping for me or acting like a whore? Slim to none.
It'd take at least a week, maybe months or years of human connection, building trust... before we could become "lovers."
Not that it's a hassle, but the number of potential partners anyone can meet in a lifetime is ridiculously limited.
But what if I could skip all that at will?
I grab whatever's within reach and set the items down on the counter one by one.
"I'll ring you up."
The clerk smiles kindly as she says it.
"Hold on a sec."
I raise my hand, and a flicker of unease crosses her face.
But it's so brief she doesn't even register it before her smile returns.
"Yes, what is it? Sir?"
Snap.
I flick my fingers lightly.
Her eyes glaze over in an instant, lost in a daze.
"Show me your tits."
"Okay."
The clerk starts unbuttoning her uniform on her own. The thrill of it is impossible to describe.
Even if you staged the exact same scene in porn, it wouldn't feel the same.
The girl who was just ringing me up is now baring her pale skin.
She unhooks her bra with practiced ease, exposes her breasts, then arches her back so I get a good view.
Nice touch. I reach out casually and grope them.
I knead them firmly with my palm, rub them around, stroke up and down, pinch and tug the nipples, playing to my heart's content.
Satisfying. They looked big through her clothes, but damn, they're huge.
"Put 'em back on."
She dresses again, leisurely like she's changing at home.
She adjusts her tits into place with firm presses, then slips back into her uniform.
I watch the whole thing, then clap my hands.
Clap.
"Aren't you gonna pay?"
"Oh, right! Let me help you with that."
She has no idea what just happened.
Anything that occurs in a trance state gets wiped from memory. They call it hypnotic amnesia— it definitely happened, but to her, it never did.
That's the power to control people.
I call it hypnosis.
I finish paying and step out of the store.
Of course, if you ask if that was a perfect crime, no, it wasn't.
There's CCTV footage, and while I was lost in those bouncy tits, a witness could've shown up.
But does that need explaining?
I don't have to worry about that stuff.
The authorities can't corner me. Not unless I make a huge scene.
I've lived a quiet life, indulging my urges modestly.
If you insist on knowing the hypnosis's weakness, it's that I can't undo physical evidence after the fact.
But no one lives in fear of a random bomb dropping on their head.
Same for me.
Alright, grabbed some snacks. Time to head home.
As I duck into an empty alley, someone calls out from behind.
"Oppa!"
A familiar voice.
"Huh?"
The second I start to turn, sharp pain explodes in my back.
"Gah!"
My legs give out, and I collapse. Can't breathe. What the hell?
"Ahahaha."
Feels like I've been stabbed. The woman laughs maniacally as she stares down at me.
"Ugh...!"
"Now we'll be together forever."
Some psycho bitch? Oh, it's my ex.
The knife pulls free, and blood gushes out like a busted faucet.
Am I seriously dying like this?
"Urk! Gasp!"
In the shock and pain, it hits me.
When my ex cheated and left, I was so pissed I hypnotized her: "You'll be miserable without me."
Felt like sweet revenge at the time, but that was a mistake. My vision's fading fast.
As the horrific pain finally releases me, I realize it naturally.
I'm dead.
"Hahaha!"
I burst out laughing.
Killed by my own hypnosis? What an idiot way to go.
"What's with him? Laughing right after dying."
Wait, not dead? Who's that?
I realize I'm in a place I've never seen. A space bathed in pure white light. I'm in some line, and a woman on the outside points at me.
"We need to see him separately. Bring him over."
"Lady Leila! We don't even know if this soul committed any sins, and you're just pulling him out...?"
"That's why I want to check him myself. Bring him."
"Yes, ma'am!"
What the...?
Her face is obscured by the light, but she seems like a big shot.
She commands these scary-looking guys with a mere gesture.
They yank me from the line and lead me somewhere.
Where is this? The afterlife?
I'd hoped for a miracle survival, but no—looks like just my soul got dragged off.
And now comes the problem.
Did laughing like a maniac get me flagged and hauled away? That's the situation?
"Stand up."
This bald old man—thought he was just ugly, but he's got horns sprouting from his head too.
Not a normal situation. It sinks in deep.
"The one you're about to meet is the Goddess.
Once you enter the room, drop to your knees and bow your head immediately. Don't you dare look her in the eye.
Got it?"
"..."
When I don't answer, the guy next to him sighs.
"Send him back? What if he's a dud? We'll all get killed by Lady Leila."
"Hey, answer me."
"Got it."
For now, play along with what they want.
Died like a moron, but it doesn't seem like the end.
I kinda want to meet this "goddess." The thought hits me suddenly.
I've always wondered why I was born with this power. A god-like being might know.
Maybe they rigged my early death to fix some error in the mortal world.
We pass through a hazy white door without substance. The goddess wears a slit dress that bares her legs.
A fiery red mane cascading over a wasp-thin waist, a bold Western beauty's figure—practically perfect femininity.
Doesn't feel unworthy of the title "goddess."
"Kneel!"
The masked knight guarding her shouts.
"Urgh!"
A crushing pressure slams me down, face to the floor.
Not that I mind kneeling, but is this what a goddess does? Feels too human.
Like going back in time to pay respects to a queen.
"That's enough. Tell him to look up."
"Raise your head."
I finally get permission and lift my face.
"A young soul. Looks like he's got a story."
A story? Nah.
Died pretty stupidly, sure, but nothing special.
Her words make something click as odd, though.
She didn't know about me until seeing me herself. So the gods here aren't omniscient.
"No particular issues. How many worlds need saving right now? Send him as a champion."
"The one with the beasts?"
"Yeah, the red moon's about to wipe out humanity there. That'll do."
Hold up, deciding my fate without me?
"You cool with that? Going to a new world."
"I..."
"Better than getting erased, right?"
Damn. Total bitch of a goddess.
Won't even hear me out, just does whatever.
What's the difference from a spoiled brat? And dumping me in a world on the brink of human extinction?
"Couldn't you send me back to my original world?"
I find myself groveling.
"Who said you could speak!"
The knight bellows, and my whole body shakes.
The goddess raises a hand to silence him, then looks at me.
"No can do. You're dead. Your time there is up. Now take him away."
She waves dismissively, like shooing trash.
"W-Wait!"
As they drag me off, I struggle free one arm and snap my fingers.
Snap!
Silence falls, like time froze.
The two minions, the knight, the goddess—all in trance. Confirmed.
It worked, but I'm not thrilled. More pissed.
Murdered, and now this crap in the afterlife? Infuriating.
I point at the minions.
"You two: when you wake, do push-ups until I say stop."
Next, the knight.
"You can't move from that spot. You can't harm me. You can't interfere with what I do."
Finally, the goddess.
"Obey my commands. Answer my questions truthfully."
Clap.
I clap to wake them.