A Room Stained in Dim Light
It was 3:07 AM.
The air was thick with the sll of cheap cup ran, dusty manga, and desperation.
Shinji Kobayashi — age 20, professional virgin, full-ti shut-in, and an unapologetic otaku — was in battle. The supre battle of faping.
A single tab glowed on his crusty laptop screen:
"TSF Monogatari – Episode 2: Once a Boy, Now a Plaything."
His eyes sparkled with the unholy mix of sha and excitent.
"Man… if only that happened to … If I beca a girl I could have sex all day" he mumbled, a hand already lost under the blanket.
But before the scene could even climax — so did he. As soon as he shoot his cum everything beca dark in his eyes.
And then — nothing.
His heart gave out. Literally.
One final exhale, a shudder… and Shinji Kobayashi died with wet pants around his ankles and a stupid grin on his face.
Just like a true otaku king.
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The Space Between Lives
Then… silence. No moaning. No screen glare. Just… endless white.
"Seriously…? I died jerking off to a genderbend hentai…?"
His voice echoed, he is bodyless and confused.
A laugh answered him — not mocking, but amused. Feminine. Echoing with power.
"Your final wish has been granted, Shinji Kobayashi. Let's see how much you like being the girl."
"Huh?"
There was no response. Just blinding light. Everything disappeared in nothing.
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A soft breeze passed through the open window, fluttering white curtains like ghostly hands brushing against delicate skin. The scent of wildflowers and polished wood filled the room, along with sothing unfamiliar—sweet perfu?
Shinji stirred, his eyelids twitching as his senses gradually returned. He was lying on a plush bed that could rival the fancy sets from ani. Silk sheets. Pink canopy. Lacy pillows.
His bed was feeling way too comfortable.
His eyes snapped open.
"...What the hell?"
He sat up, quickly realizing three horrifying things:
One—this wasn't his ssy, cramped otaku den.
Two—he was wearing a sheer, silky nightgown.
Three—sothing soft jiggled on his chest.
He grabbed at it instinctively, gasping and letting out a small scream. "Boobs?!"
His voice felt like a sweet girl.
He leapt out of bed and rushed to the ornate mirror across the room.
What stared back at him was not Shinji Kobayashi, the average, forgotten 20-year-old pervert with glasses and greasy hair.
No, this was a girl. A super hot at that!
Long, cheri-pink hair spilled over petite shoulders. Her face was ethereal, like a heroine from a fantasy gacha ga—large brown eyes, flushed cheeks, pink lips slightly parted in shock. And her body... curved in all the ways ani fanservice had trained him to notice.
"Did... did I die watching TSF Monogatari?" he muttered, horrified.
The last thing he rembered was Episode 2's climax—both literal and narrative. Then blackness.
The door opened.
"Lilith!"
A tall, rugged man with salt-and-pepper hair rushed in, followed by a younger boy about sixteen, with ssy dark blonde hair and worried eyes.
"Thank the heavens, you're awake!" the man said, kneeling by the bed. "You had us so worried…"
The boy hugged him—no, her—tight. "Big sis… don't scare us like that again…"
Lilith?
They called her Lilith.
She blinked. Sothing stirred in her head—images, not her own. A girl lying sick in bed. This man—her father—staying up all night holding her hand. The boy—her little brother—trying to cook soup and hiding the fact that he burnt his hands.
Shinji—no, Lilith—held her head. The mories kept coming. Her life here. The village. The world. The expectations.
Won were divine in this world. Precious. Rare. Fewer than one in a thousand. They didn't marry. They were protected like sacred treasures. But the truth? They were also offered. Tributes. Tokens. Behind the smiles was a system closer to elegant prostitution.
Her father noticed the shaken look on her face. "It's alright. You were very sick for a few days. Rest more, as much you need."
Lilith forced a smile and nodded. They left her to rest, leaving a tray of food she didn't touch.
When the door clicked shut, she sat back down on the bed. Her hands trembled as they traced the shape of her new body.
"So this is my second life…?" she whispered.
Her gaze drifted across the room. Wooden shelves lined with books and soft plush dolls. A vanity table covered in lotions and ribbons. Everything slled faintly of lilac and rose.
She was trying to gasp everything that is happening to her. She needs to rember about this world in order to adapt.
On the table beside the mirror sat a silver comb and a pendant shaped like a moon. She touched it, and another mory flickered—her younger brother—Luca, giving it to her on her last birthday.
Seventeen years, eleven months. Almost eighteen.
Her hands froze.
Eighteen?
That was the age when won were allowed—no, expected—to begin "accepting offers."
Her breath caught.
In a world where won didn't marry… and mating requests were made through formal tribute… it wasn't hard to guess what kind of future this body had been walking toward.
Lilith clenched her fists.
She sat near the window, hugging her knees to her chest. Outside, the village looked peaceful. Children played with wooden swords. n pushed carts and laughed at crude jokes. It was a rustic paradise.
But here in this golden cage, she—once a loser otaku—was now the prize everyone would be chasing.
She didn't feel lucky.
Not anymore.
"This is what I wished for, but why does it feel so painful? Is this because of the feelings of a girl?"
Her voice trembled as she whispered to herself:
"Is this… heaven or hell?"
Sotis later Luca sneakily ca inside her room again hiding soting behind him and asked her to extend her open hands.
Shiniji or rather Lilith didn't know what to do. Her mind was completely at disarray. She doubtfully extended her right hand.
Luca then took out a colourful shiny blue box from behind him and gave it to her. "It's your favourite sweet 'Dark Cream' " Luka said with heart lting smile as if he is flying in happiness, "I saved money for a long ti to buy it for you."
Seeing such a sweet little brother, Lilith thought, So what if this world is a ss! I'm definitely having this cute litttle brother for .
She opened the box and found the 'Dark Cream' is similar to chocolate. This made her excited. She took one of the cookie shaped chocolate and put it in her mouth. It was very sweet and it lted inside mouth like cream.
"It's really sweet and delicious. Thank you Luca." Lilith took one chocolate and approached Luca's face,"Here, take one."
Luca took it in his mouth happily and said, "By the way, this was your birthday gift"
"Huuuuh!" Lilith scread in shock. "When? How? There is still a week."
"You were in high fever for the last week so you don't rember. Luckily you got up on your birthday. Did you get up just to eat Dark Cream?" Luca said with a smirk on his face.
"I'm really 18 now?" Lilith asked in disbelief.
"Yes, technically. But people don't know it yet since actual birthday of won is kept secret. There is a surprise party waiting tonight.
And please act like you don't know it's your birthday. I was too impatient to wait till the night." Luca said while pressing his palms together.
Lilith pulled his cheek and said, "Fine, I'll keep it a secret for you. Now let have so rest."
Luca nodded and left the room happily. While Lilith drowned in thoughts.
She thought there was a few day before she turns 18. Now the tribute system will start for her in any mont. Who knows how disgusting can it be.
She was thinking and eating the chocolates and didn't realize when the box was empty.
Discovering the chocolate is over, she beca sad again.
Continued...
Non-canon filler: The previous owner of the body has now beco a yokai and ca to haunt and she has sothing to say to you all.
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