Chapter 1: The Worst Way to Lose Your Virginity!
Somewhere deep in a B-Rank Dungeon...
"Oii... Clara, today's the day, right?" Zin scratched the back of his neck, heat crawling up his face. His voice echoed off walls streaked with red and green blood—monster guts dried into abstract art.
Skeletons littered the floor like discarded toys, and faint mana orbs pulsed in the darkness like dying fireflies. "But why'd we come alone to a B-Rank Dungeon?"
He was E-Rank. E-Rank. He could barely toast bread with his wind magic, let alone survive this place.
"Yeah...Zin..." Clara stepped closer, her breath warm and strawberry-sweet against his jawline. "Today, your dream comes true."
Zin's heart hammered. "Though I'm not even D-Rank yet, I—"
His body locked up. Vibrated. Clara's tongue—wet, warm, like a soft electric current—grazed his jawline in slow, deliberate strokes.
The dungeon dissolved.
Suddenly, Zin stood in a massive hall. Marble floors. Golden chandeliers. And Women. Everywhere. Beautiful women in silk dresses, giggling, reaching for him with painted nails and bedroom eyes.
"Where... where am I?" His thoughts scrambled. "Whoa, so many ladies... and I'm the only guy here?"
This was it. This was HEAVEN.
"Deja-Vu Chains~"
Clara's voice, sing-song and distant, barely registered in his brain. Her attack had already wrapped around his mind like warm hands.
'Ladies... I'm coming...'
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Back in the dungeon, Clara pulled away from Zin's frozen body. Drool hung from the corner of his mouth. His eyes stared at nothing, glazed over with whatever fantasy her Chains had fed him.
"Now I just wait for that beast to show up," she muttered, licking her lips as she turned away. Her heels clicked against stone. "While it's playing with your corpse, I'll snag that A-Rank mana orb tucked in the back chamber. Finally... S-Rank, here I come."
Her laughter bounced off the dungeon walls, sharp and greedy. "Thanks for being useful for once, Zin!"
Her hands trembled for a moment but she didn't look back.
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Inside the hallucination, Zin grinned like an idiot. 'There's this many ladies?!' Blood trickled from his nose, warm and sticky, but he didn't notice. Couldn't notice. Every nerve in his body screamed bliss.
Then—CRACK.
Pain exploded in his chest.
The monster loomed over him. Scales rippling across its hulking frame. Claws like rusted blades.T-Rex like build.It had pierced straight through Zin's ribcage, tearing through lung tissue like wet paper. Bone crunched. Blood sprayed.
But Zin? Zin just stood there, saliva pooling at the edges of his mouth, still lost in his fantasy.
'I haven't even... gotten to...touch one....'
His vision dimmed. The women faded. And then—nothing.
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When Zin opened his eyes again, there was only white.
Pure, endless white. No blood. No broken ribs poking through his skin. No dungeon walls. Just... white. Stretching infinitely in every direction.
"Where am I?" He tried to touch the ground beneath him, but his hand passed straight through. No surface. No weight. Just floating.
"I was with Clara... then all those girls..." His brain struggled to piece it together. "What the hell happened?"
Then he saw her.
No—the woman.
They walked toward him, hips swaying like a pendulum. White hair cascading past their shoulders. Eyes a shade of pink so bright they looked unreal. Lips glossy and plump. And their outfit? Translucent. Barely there. An hourglass figure that defied physics.
"You humans call this placespace,"They purred, stopping just inches from his face. "Though it's technically a subliminal cognitive realm... butSPACE works, I guess?"
"L-L-Lady..." Blood shot from Zin's nose even here, in this weird afterlife void.
SLAP~
"I thought I should become one you were imagining... But I might've overdone it !"
They hit him so hard he spun in place—once, twice, three times—like a broken compass needle searching for north.
"What the hell are you thinking?!" Her form rippled. Shifted. Now they were a dragonoid—scales, horns, wings—then morphed again into a tall, androgynous figure with two white horns jutting from their forehead. Intimidating. Cold.
Zin stopped spinning, wobbling on his feet. "What the hell?! Who are you? Why am I here? Why can you shapeshift? Is this some kind of gender-bender techniques?!"
The figure sighed, shifting once more into a sharp-suited gentleman. They sat cross-legged in midair, like the void itself had offered them a chair.
"I'm Me. I'm Existence. Nothingness. The ground you're standing on—or not standing on. The air you're breathing. And Gender-Bender can be useful too." They leaned back, reclining against invisible support. "You died. Same as always. Millions of times, actually."
Zin's stomach dropped. "Millions...?"
"You humans are all the same," the figure continued, bored. "Running after such silly things. Sex. Money. Fame." They waved a hand dismissively. "Rinse and repeat."
"But I was about to—!" Zin's voice cracked. "With Clara! I was so close!"
"You're dumb. Even for a human." The figure's eyes looked directly in his, and suddenly—
Memories crashed into Zin's skull like a tidal wave.
Goblins tearing into his throat. Monsters crushing his spine. A dungeon boss incinerating him with one breath. A cliff. A banana peel. Falling. Splattering. Over and over and over and
over—
Zin clutched his head, gasping. "So... what now?" His hands shook. "I was E-Rank. That's it, right? Game over?"
"Not quite." The figure stood, dusting off their suit. "I've been watching you. And now, I'm sending you back—with GIFTS . But you'll do what I say. Got it, boy? No... child? Nah... blud? Yeah. Blud works."
"I'm not becoming your plaything!" Zin crossed his arms, glaring.
The figure started floating upward. "Okay. I'll pick someone else then."
"'Holy Monkey—wait, STOP!'" Zin flailed. "I'll do it! I'll do whatever you say! Just keep me alive!"
The figure paused. Grinned. "Holy Monkey?Huh. I like that. Guess that's my name now." They zoomed back down, inches from Zin's face, examining him like a sculptor inspecting clay. "And YOU... you're my character now."
Zin gulped.
"Buckle up, blud."
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[End of Chapter 1]