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Chapter 1 - The Boy Destined to be Virgin

he streets buzzed with people, the crosswalk jammed with office workers shuffling to their soul-crushing jobs like zombies.

Skyscrapers made of glass reflected the sunlight, casting a shimmering glow across the city. A boy—let's call him Toya, because why not? That's his name.

He ran through the crowd, accidentally body-slamming an elderly man who was glued to his smartphone like it held the secrets to eternal youth.

The old guy stopped, glared, and barked, "Where are you looking, boy?!" His voice was a grumpy growl.

Toya bowed slightly, his voice soft and nervous as he squeaked, "I'm really very sorry!"

The man turned and shuffled off, muttering curses about the youth's lack of manners, probably plotting to write a strongly worded letter to the mayor.

"Shit, shit, I'm going to be late," Toya mumbled, sprinting again. But as he hit the crosswalk, it was already clear. He glanced up at the timer. 7 seconds in blinking red. 'Seven seconds? That's like, three Steps! I'm doomed!'

"Damn it!" He lurched forward, spotting cars lined up on both sides, engines growling like hungry beasts ready to pounce the moment the signal turned green.

'I can't be late today. Rika-chan's waiting! Must. Not. Embarrass. My. Self. Again.' Toya thought, raking a hand through his brown hair, his black eyes catching the sun's rays like a discount superhero.

He dashed forward. Cars surged, horns blaring, but Toya sliced through like a clumsy ninja, his hair flapping wildly.

"You damn brat, what are you doing?!" people yelled from behind as he darted in front of their bumpers.

'Sorry, folks, love waits for no man!'

Soon, he reached a park and skidded to a halt in front of the gate, gasping like a fish out of water. He raised his hand, peeked at his watch, and a goofy grin spread across his face. "Yes, I made it in time!" he cheered, doing a little victory dance.

He stepped inside, fixing his posture and clothes—a loose denim jacket and black pants. The sun blazed overhead, trees casting long, soothing shadows. On a bench beneath a tree sat a girl, her pink dress glinting in the light, her long, majestic hair waving like a shampoo commercial.

'Rika-chan! Oh no, she's even prettier in person.'

Toya's face flushed, his body trembling as nervousness turned him into a human jellybean. He shuffled up to her, gulped hard, and hesitated before squeaking, "Uh, hello, Rika-chan," his voice barely above a whisper.

'Smooth, Toya. Real smooth.'

The girl shifted her gaze and smiled slightly. "Hello, Toya-kun, please sit," her soft, charming voice making Toya's heart do a backflip.

He plopped down beside her, a breeze sweeping by with leaves and sand like nature's confetti. Neither spoke.

Toya and Rika had been dating for five months, but only online, smooth as butter until now. This was the first time she'd asked him to meet in person, and Toya was already sweating bullets.

"Uhm, Toya-kun, I called you here to tell you something important," she said slowly, blushing, which sent Toya's mind into overdrive.

'Important? is it a proposal?'

"Yes, what is it?" he asked, stumbling over his words like a toddler on roller skates.

"So, I really enjoy our talks, and your funny chats always make me smile."

"Thank you," Toya managed, his cheeks turning redder than a stoplight.

"This is really important, which is why I called you here," she paused, then continued after a dramatic beat. "Actually, there's someone else I like, so we should stop."

"Huh?" Toya's face froze, his brain short-circuiting. 'Wait, what?'

"We should break up. I'm sorry," Rika said, standing and walking away, leaving Toya alone on the bench like a rejected sitcom character.

He sat there as leaves rustled in the deep silence, the world feeling like it was crumbling around him. The smile on his lips faded, his heart pounding wildly.

'Why? What did I do this time? Was it the bad puns? I'm cursed!' Tears welled in his eyes, teardrops falling onto the dry earth. Toya's face curled in deep sorrow and regret.

'Fourth time a girl's dumped me.'

Time passed, and the sun began to set, but Toya didn't move, sitting like a frozen statue. Finally, he stood and walked with uneven steps, his face downturned.

He left the park, stepping onto the main road now filled with people heading home from work. Toya didn't care. He slipped into a store to buy alcohol, emerging half-drunk and heartbroken, wandering into a dark, empty alleyway.

Twenty four and still a Virgin. One can say that he was at the pinnacle of cultivating the talent called 'Failure'.

As he stumbled, he reached a dead end, a wall looming before him. "What are you looking at, huh?" he growled, slamming his fist against it. Tears streamed down his face.

'Stupid wall, mocking my misery!'

"Ah, what happened? Why are you crying?" a sweet, feminine voice caught his attention. He turned immediately.

A woman stood there, her face flushed, large breasts straining against a thin, sweat-soaked shirt, nipples visible like headlights in the fog.

Her eyes were half-closed, clearly drunk, and Toya couldn't stop staring at her curvy figure—prominent chest, hips that could launch a thousand ships.

Only one thought crossed his mind: 'Holy crap, so big!'

His body moved on autopilot. He gulped hard, stepped forward, raised his hands, and—'Oh no, what am I doing?!'—grabbed her breasts. The woman let out a soft moan.

Toya couldn't believe it. His gaze met hers, and she looked at him with eyes full of lust. "Aren't you a naughty one?" she purred, her voice slow and sultry, her plump lips nearing his.

Suddenly, a screech of brakes pierced the air. Blinding lights filled his eyes. In that moment, his body moved instinctively, and he pushed the woman aside. 'Truck?! Not now, you idiot driver!'

And then—CRASH!

The truck slammed him into the wall, reducing his body to a mess of blood and flesh.

'Huh, what happened? I was just about to score my first kiss with a bombshell, and that damn truck… that bastard! Why can't they drive safely?'

He sighed with his non existent mouth.

'I wish I were a woman—then I'd give all the single boys that heavenly pleasure and laugh at their faces!'

[Request accepted—initiating soul transfer process]

[Perfect body found for soul transfer]

"No, wait, I was joking! Stop it!" Toya's voice echoed into the void as darkness engulfed him. His consciousness slipped away with every passing second, and soon, everything went black.

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