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Translator: uly
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Possessed into a Fantasy World
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I possessed a fantasy world.
The reason was utterly ridiculous.
While watching porn, I blacked out at the climax and woke up in a fantasy world.
"Could I have died jerking off to porn?"
It was an absurd cause of death.
This was way too embarrassing.
Stunned by the fact that I'd died mid-stroke, I quickly started adapting to this new world.
Fifteen years old.
An orphan with no father or mother.
No siblings, just a back-alley kid named Max dressed like a beggar.
That was me.
Unfortunately, I didn't get any isekai perks like a status window.
Well, actually, there was one.
My magical talent was overwhelmingly superior to everyone else's.
That one fact alone let me live a life different from the others.
"Is your father maybe a dragonkin by any chance?"
I was caught off guard by the wizard's sudden poverty jab.
"I wouldn't know. Never met him."
I replied calmly.
"Your parents aren't around?"
"Nope."
"Well, that explains why someone with such immense mana is scraping by in the alleys."
This old man was casually landing poverty jabs left and right.
"...If you're okay with it, I'd like to take you with me. Will you come?"
By pure chance, a passing wizard recognized my talent and brought me to the magic tower, where I began learning magic.
"The foundation of magic is offense. Killing your enemies—that's the root of it all."
At first, I studied at the Blaster School, a faction that revered nothing but destruction and poured everything into offensive spells.
The wizard who'd brought me, a man named Droken, was a professor there.
While learning the theory behind attack magic, I realized this world had no Demon King—it was a peaceful place. So I decided to quit.
'I can just learn the theory for the rest.'
Basic attacks are all I need anyway.
Next up was the Life Magic School, experts in life and healing spells.
But I dropped that too midway.
I learned there was something more efficient than life magic: holy power.
A priest's single prayer could heal most wounds—what use did I have for recovery spells?
So I absorbed all the theory and left.
That was when Droken started nagging me about my lack of persistence.
After that, I studied at the Meister School, where they formalized the principles of magical engineering.
Learning the incantations to craft magical tools in every conceivable way was actually pretty fun.
Having worked as a developer in my past life, I thought this might be my true calling.
It was around then, after three years.
After spending puberty in this fantasy world, I came to one realization.
"There are no jerk-off materials in this world."
None at all. It was brutally scarce.
The Empire and most human kingdoms worshipped the Goddess of Light through the Goddess Church, which strictly restricted all 19+ materials.
-Sexually promiscuous acts are the domain of demons. Abso.lute.ly do not expose or share your private deeds.
They didn't force celibacy on lay believers, but they especially forbade sharing lewd knowledge.
Sex itself was fine, just don't share it with others.
How absurd is that?
I get it, though.
In a world with magic, demons existed too—like succubi and incubi who could enchant normal folk with raw sexual allure.
It was a place that believed the superstition that sharing too many dirty stories would summon demons.
No wonder, in a world where you could take photos with magic, the only allowed sexual entertainment was hand-drawn erotica and sensual novels.
'And even those are mostly for sex ed.'
I read some once, and they were so tame I yawned.
Calling this stuff erotica.
For someone from the modern era, it made for an agonizing, grueling puberty.
Hand stuff has its limits, after all.
That was when it hit me.
"I'll make my own porn."
And so I headed to the Illusion Magic School.
A school focused on deceiving and tricking foes with illusions.
It had the worst reputation for practicality, so despised among wizards that it produced a student maybe once every decade.
No offense spells.
No life-saving utility.
Not even practical tool-making like the Meisters.
It couldn't rake in cash like the shadow-magic Darkness School or the alchemy-focused Goldmoon School.
No wonder they didn't even have a signature moniker.
The others flaunted cool titles highlighting their strengths, but Illusion had none.
Because no one from that school had ever reached mastery.
When I announced I'd join that unpopular school, Droken—who'd brought me into the magic world—nearly collapsed.
"Why waste that talent there?"
The fallen Droken sighed and asked me.
"It seems fun."
"Illusion magic is useless. Go to Goldmoon instead. Or stay longer with the Meisters."
"No thanks. I'll master illusion magic."
So I can make porn that's indistinguishable from reality.
That's crucial.
Porn as real as life?
Whoa, even more immersive than VR!
My head was packed with ideas.
All the porn and hentai from my modern world.
The magical tool crafting I'd learned over three years at Meister.
Combine those right, apply to illusions, and boom—virtual reality porn that feels exactly like the real thing.
Fulfilling desires you can't experience in reality.
Kuh, the tagline alone slaps.
Of course, I'd have to dodge the church's eyes, but I figured it was doable.
Don't underestimate the VPN tricks I pulled back in Korea for porn.
Piece of cake.
And so I dove into illusion magic.
All for one purpose: endless self-sufficiency.
"Done."
On the outskirts of the imperial capital.
I patted the small shop I'd built in a somewhat remote spot, dusting off my hands.
Finally complete.
The perfect illusion magic circle I'd dreamed of and yearned for.
The entire shop was one massive magic circle.
Engraved to show customers whatever scenes they desired inside.
It had taken a full five years.
Four years to awaken my illusion magic.
One more to draw and assemble the necessary circles with it.
Without my senior—and only teacher—the Illusion School's sole professor, Meiko, it would've taken three years longer.
Of course, I hadn't shown her the finished product.
How could I?
Tell her the magic I'd slaved over for five years was a circle to sate human lust?
Meiko was the Illusion School's only professor, and two years younger than me.
Yeah. She led a whole school despite being younger.
Meiko was what you'd call a genius.
The kind with talent so overwhelming she could make a mage like me feel like a normie.
And a devout Goddess Church believer to boot.
A magic researcher who's religious.
Seemed mismatched, but with her, it somehow fit.
Genius minds are hard for us mortals to grasp, after all.
A pious believer like her would smash this thing if she knew what it was.
'No way I'm letting my teacher find out.'
As for Droken? Hell no.
Why tell the grumpy old coot who sulked because I didn't join his faction after he introduced me to magic?
"Looks clean inside."
I glanced around the shop.
-Hall of Illusions.
Named for showing whatever you desire.
Soon to be this world's one and only VR porn theater.
Publicly, it'd be an adventure epic experience hall, of course. Not VR porn.
'Don't even need customers.'
I can enjoy it solo.
It was made for me in the first place.
Last thing I want is word spreading, getting labeled a heretic, and dragged off.
After a final check of the circle, I stood in its center.
"Time to test if it's built right, huh?"
Testing before opening is tradition.
Standing in the circle's heart, I stimulated the adjacent mana stone to activate it.
"The scene... the last one from my past life."
As my words ended, the circle flickered with light.
Flash!
The surroundings transformed.
Filling the space was an ordinary Japanese home.
"Haven't seen this in ages."
A nostalgic sight.
Compared to the Korean-style houses from videos I'd mooched off friends, this style felt even more familiar.
"Way more real than I expected."
The scenery, wind sounds, the tatami texture underfoot with every step.
Far more lifelike than I'd planned.
The shop floor was oak before, but now it felt like bamboo tatami.
"It feels real."
I'd tried VR porn once; this blew it away.
Several times more real than my first VR porn.
No, "real" didn't cut it.
'This is reality.'
Even the wallpaper texture matched.
"Perfect implementation. Success."
Illusion magic's quality depends on how much real-world info the caster knows.
It builds illusions from the caster's knowledge.
No matter how vivid, if the caster's info is wrong, the illusion shatters easily.
Like throwing a stone but feeling cotton—bam, illusion busted.
The target has to feel it's real.
That's what determines illusion magic's level.
Doesn't need to be 100% identical, though.
Visuals cover the gaps.
50%.
Generously, 30% similarity feels spot-on.
Took a ton of research.
As I admired it.
"Max, there you are."
A familiar voice rang out.
Turning, there was the culprit who'd flung me into this world.
A famous Japanese actress who'd once dominated the AV rankings.
Nanako.
Her masterpiece, "A Fresh and Secret Night with My Childhood Friend."
That very work was the one that killed me.
Yeah.
Died fapping to it hard.
"Took me forever to find you."
She hugged me.
As her soft breasts pressed against me, I let out an involuntary gasp.
"Ah."
So soft.
Incredibly soft.
This is what real tits feel like.