“Damn... Her boobs must be softer than silk...”

  Thought Eron Misaki as he shamelessly stared at the woman who had just opened the door to both heaven and sin.

  Mrs. Elisa.

  Late thirties, mother of two, widowed—at least that’s what the gossip said.

  She had asked him to come over today to tutor her eldest son in math—for a measly fee that barely covered cheap cigarettes and instant coffee.

  “Come in, Mr. Misaki.”

  She said it in a slightly husky voice, a blend of sleepless nights and casual smoking.

  “God… How did two kids come out of that body without destroying the masterpiece?”

  She looked like she had spped God in the face and demanded he redesign her body from scratch.

  He stepped inside, and his eyes instinctively scanned her curves like a seasoned pickpocket searching for valuables.

  Firm breasts defying gravity, a carved waist, and a perfectly rounded ass that could spark lust in even the holiest priest.

  “Damn... Her husband, before dying or running away, must’ve buried his face in that chest every night…”

  He tried to look respectable, but his mouth was dry, and he could feel drool threatening to escape.

  Elisa led him to the living room, where her younger son sat waiting with an open book and the cssic teenage gloom smeared across his face.

  “This is Tim. I hope you can help him. His grades are plummeting…”

  She said while sitting down across from him, one leg crossed over the other, sculpting her body into a living statue of seduction.

  The lesson began. Or at least, he tried.

  While expining some basic equations, his eyes kept drifting—to her thighs, her cleavage, her luscious lips sipping coffee like it was a slow death.

  And then, the inevitable happened.

  His dick swelled inside his pants, rising like a fg of betrayal.

  And with each casual movement, it became more obvious… more humiliating.

  Elisa noticed.

  Just a brief moment—a gnce downward, then quickly back to his eyes.

  She smiled… a small, sly, almost mocking smile.

  “Are all your lessons this... enthusiastic, Mr. Misaki?”

  She said it in a tone that wasn’t teasing, nor flirtatious—something in between that nearly killed him from embarrassment.

  “Ah, sorry… No, I mean... Math can be exciting sometimes?”

  He stammered like a fool.

  She ughed. A soft ugh that made his blood boil.

  “No worries. Young men are always... burning.”

  She stood up slowly and bent down to pick up a notebook that had fallen, deliberately pressing her damn ass right into his eye level.

  He nearly passed out.

  “This woman’s pying with me like a cat toying with a dead mouse.”

  He screamed internally.

  He rushed to finish the lesson, snapped the book shut, and avoided her gaze like it was a death sentence.

  “All done! I’ll be leaving now!”

  He said it like he was fleeing a hopeless battle.

  She walked him to the door, and just before he stepped out, she gently pced a hand on his arm.

  “Come back tomorrow… Tim needs more help.”

  She said it with a smile that was only innocent to those without a treacherous, throbbing dick.

  “Sure...”

  He muttered, cursing his stupidity, his lust, his virginity, and everything in between.

  Then he left.

  ---

  “Damn... I nearly exploded in there…”

  He muttered while adjusting his tortured pants and cursing his traitorous body for the thousandth time.

  Outside, the December wind hit him like a rusty bde.

  He pulled his thin jacket tighter over his skinny frame and internally cursed his poverty three times over.

  He was twenty-two years old.

  No stable job. No valid degree. No girlfriend. Not even his first kiss.

  Oh, and most importantly: still a virgin.

  “Fucking virginity...”

  He gritted through his teeth as he walked the cracked sidewalks, cursing life, God, and the mother who drunkenly birthed him by mistake.

  The city looked like vomit after a drug-fueled rave.

  Crumbling skyscrapers, neon signs screaming sex services into the air, tired faces under broken umbrels, and men coughing blood onto the pavement.

  Cold rain started to fall.

  Heavy droplets like stones, soaking his clothes and stinging down to the bone.

  “Oh great… Like the day wasn’t bad enough already…”

  He said while trying to light a cigarette, only for the wind to snuff it out three times.

  In the back alleys, he passed beggars sharing bottles of bootleg liquor, and men in bck clothes whispering cryptic deals in corners.

  No one looked at him. No one cared he existed.

  He was just another nobody…

  A bug crawling over the sewers of the city.

  Then came disaster.

  He heard a rattling sound above him.

  Looked up, and saw—for one brief second—

  an old air conditioner breaking loose from a rotted tenth-floor wall.

  “NOOOOOOOOOO—”

  His scream was cut short…

  just before his skull was crushed.

  The AC unit smmed down with merciless speed.

  Blood and breath exploded in every direction.

  He felt no real pain.

  Just a stunning shock…

  Then eternal silence.

  ---

  But it wasn’t over.

  When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by a blinding white void that stretched endlessly.

  No walls. No floor. No sky.

  Just light that burned the vision.

  He was standing… or so he thought.

  He looked at his hands… but saw none.

  His body was a transparent ghost.

  Then something appeared in front of him.

  A blue window, floating in the air, reading:

  [Welcome to the Transitional Zone!]

  “The what zone?!”

  Eron screamed, his voice echoing back like a hollow drumbeat.

  Then another window popped up beneath it:

  > [Apologies for your unfortunate demise… (Your death is statistically rare: Fatal Air Conditioner Impact – 0.00004%!)]

  [We’re offering you a new opportunity: Reincarnation in Another World!]

  “Fuck... I actually died…”

  He muttered, a bitter ugh rising in his throat.

  [Please wait while we prepare your personal file… Analyzing data…]

  Time passed—it felt like hours… or maybe seconds.

  In the white void, time and logic were meaningless.

  Then a new window appeared:

  [Analysis complete!]

  [Intelligence: Below Average.]

  [Attractiveness: Negligible.]

  [Experience: None.]

  [Achievements: Nothing worth mentioning.]

  [Ethical Record: Corrupt, Perverted, Deeply Concerning.]

  Eron smirked with dark amusement.

  “At least they’re honest…”

  He muttered, staring into the bnk sky.

  > [Due to your unstable mental condition, you’ve been granted a special bonus: The ‘Maximum Lust’ System.]

  “The what system?!”

  He barked.

  Before he could protest,

  an invisible force pulled him down…

  dragging him into a dark pit that opened in the void.

  He screamed.

  He sobbed.

  He cursed his mother, his father, the city, the falling AC, and the whole goddamn universe…

  Then the darkness swallowed him whole.