Reborn to Intimate
Asuka was your typical high school senior—a lanky, bespectacled nerd with a mop of unkempt black hair, perpetually buried in manga, video games, and obscure sci-fi novels. At 18, he lived a solitary life in his cluttered bedroom, surrounded by posters of anime heroines and stacks of doujinshi comics. School was a blur of awkward interactions and unrequited crushes on classmates who barely noticed him. But beneath his shy exterior burned an insatiable fire: a horniness that no amount of self-indulgence could quench.
He masturbated daily, often multiple times—morning routines in the shower, quick sessions during lunch breaks at school (hidden in the bathroom stalls), and marathon evenings fueled by endless tabs of porn. "Just one more," he'd whisper to himself, his hand slick with lotion as he scrolled through videos of voluptuous women moaning in ecstasy. Yet, no matter how many climaxes he chased, the ache in his loins never faded. It was a vicious cycle, leaving him exhausted but always craving more, his mind foggy with fantasies of real touch, real warmth, real surrender.
One fateful Friday, after a particularly grueling week of exams, Asuka decided to push his limits. He skipped dinner, locked his door, and dimmed the lights. "Tonight's the night I break my record," he muttered with a grin, stripping down to nothing but his socks. He started slow, teasing himself with softcore images, building to hardcore scenes of group encounters and forbidden desires.
he arched his back, eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure crashed over him. But the fire still raged. Panting, he reached for his laptop again, queuing up a new video: a busty goddess figure dominating her lovers. "One more... just one more," he groaned, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock, slick and sensitive from overuse. The porn blared—moans echoing in his headphones—as he pumped faster, vision blurring at the edges. Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through his chest, like a vice squeezing his heart. His body convulsed, not in ecstasy but in agony. "Wh-what's happening...?" he choked out, but it was too late. His hand froze mid-stroke, gripped tightly around himself, as darkness swallowed him whole. Asuka died right there, mid-masturbation, his final breath a ragged whisper of unfulfilled longing.
In the void between worlds, a radiant light bloomed. Before him materialized the Goddess of Fertility, Elysia—a ethereal beauty with flowing golden hair, curves that defied mortal imagination, and eyes like emeralds glowing with divine power. She floated in a realm of blooming flowers and soft, pulsing energies, her silken robes barely concealing her ample form. "Poor mortal," she cooed, her voice like honeyed silk, laced with amusement and pity. "You burned so brightly with desire, yet fate snuffed you out before you could taste true pleasure. I, Elysia, Goddess of Fertility, have taken notice of your... devotion."
Asuka's spirit, disoriented and naked in this astral plane, stammered, "I-I'm dead? But... I was just..."
"Yes, child," Elysia replied with a sultry laugh, tracing a finger along his ethereal form, sending shivers through him. "Overexertion of the heart—such a tragic end for one so virile. But fear not. I offer you a second chance. A reincarnation in a world brimming with magic, adventure, and women eager for a hero like you. There, your desires will be sated not by illusions, but by flesh and passion. Elves with lithe bodies and insatiable appetites, warrior maidens craving conquest in bed as on the battlefield, succubi who feed on ecstasy... all yours to claim."
His eyes widened in disbelief. "R-Really? No more... alone?"
Elysia leaned closer, her breath warm against his soul. "Indeed. But remember, this gift comes with a boon: enhanced stamina, charm that draws them like moths to flame, and fertility that ensures your legacy. Use it wisely... or recklessly. The choice is yours." With a wave of her hand, a portal swirled open, pulling him through.
