I felt a slight headache and a bit of dizziness. Where the hell was I? I looked around. It seemed like a forest... or maybe a park. Like me, several other guys started to wake up.
How did I get here? Wasn't I already at home after cleaning up the last supplies at the restaurant? I was sitting on the ground, trying to remember. Did I go out to drink after closing the place? No... I didn't remember any of that.
Did they drug me? It was a possibility. The city where I lived wasn't exactly safe.
But... why? I'm not attractive. I look fat, and I'm already old. As far as I know, in cases of trafficking, they look for young, pretty people... under 25, at least. I don't meet any of those conditions. Technically, I'm 22, but I look terrible. Overweight, bad posture, too many hours of work... all of that took a toll on me. I have dark circles, expression lines. If someone who didn't know me saw me, they would swear I was in my thirties. Some colleagues even joked that I should already retire.
I shook my head. This wasn't the time to think about the "why," but the "how." How to get out of here. How to get back home. I checked my pockets. And that's when I realized... I was in my pajamas. Shit. That could only mean they took me directly from my house. That was very bad news. I usually sleep with little clothing. And upon checking carefully, I didn't have my cell phone, wallet, or anything useful. Asking for help would be complicated. The rest of the people on the ground —at least those who were already awake— also didn't seem to have a way to communicate with the police or ask for help. I let out a tired sigh and dragged myself to a nearby tree. I could have stood up, but something told me it was a bad idea. Who knows what kind of psychopath brought me here. Seeing so many guys, of different ages —but all men— didn't give me a good feeling. Who brought us? Some cult? Did they plan to sacrifice us? I had heard that for those things, they used young, beautiful, and virgin women. Not fat and virgin men. It was weird. Maybe some bored millionaire organized a PvP with real humans? Sometimes I feel like my mind plays bad tricks on me, that I tend to imagine the worst... but this time, objectively, the scene was fucked up. Sitting, leaning against the tree, I tried to calm down. I breathed in deeply, exhaled slowly. It's not something I'm proud of, but I have a bit of anxiety. Mild, but enough to notice that my heart was beating too fast. And just as the last of the guys on the ground opened his eyes... A voice spoke in our heads. And a translucent screen appeared in front of us.
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"Give thanks, oh mortals, for the favor and grace of this GOD. I have heard your prayers and decided to help you in your desire for satisfaction and pleasure." The voice was... strange. It sounded like many voices at once. Young and old. Masculine and feminine. As if it had no defined gender. To be honest, I felt like my head was going to explode. And I wasn't the only one. Some guys started to hold their heads, bleeding from the nose and ears. Whatever that god —or whatever brought us here— was, it clearly noticed. Or maybe it just wanted to show its authority. Because it fell silent. And in its place, text appeared. On the strange screen —was it holographic?— in front of my eyes, words started to project.
> "Oops, sorry about that. I didn't mean to harm you, but divinity is something difficult to control. Anyway... I am Nanna-Kar, god of desire, pleasure, and excess. I brought you here because I organized a draw between the worlds of my sector. The prize: being sent to a world where all your desires and perversions can come true." Some must have already imagined what it referred to. I didn't so much. My head was still trying to process everything. > "Although generous, I don't give anything for free. So, at least, you should entertain me. I am going to assign you some missions, and you will have to complete them. If you don't manage it within the estimated time... you will be eliminated."*
Reading that, a chill ran down my spine. Eliminated? Were they going to kill us? Or erase us from existence? The screen lit up again, as if reading my thoughts. Or everyone's. > "Oops, don't take it that way. I don't want to kill you. After all, you won the draw! You will just be sent back to your world. But believe me... after living and experiencing what there is here, that will seem crueler to you than dying. xD" I let myself fall back on the ground, trying to assimilate everything. Did they bring me by a draw?? What kind of shit was this? Where was I exactly? Was that "world" they talked about this forest? Or something else? And what did that mean about "experiencing what there is here"? The screen lit up again, as if someone was writing in real-time: > "Oops. I tend to forget that humans don't know everything. Omniscience tends to play against me. Talking directly to you isn't a good idea... you saw what happens. So it's better if I write to you."*
I swallowed hard. Some men still had traces of dried blood in their ears. > *"Let's explain to you what is happening and where you are. Many of you have already started asking questions. Why are you here? Because you won a draw. A draw among all my followers and believers."*
> *"Although you don't know it, you believe in me. Every time you desire someone... every time you fantasize... Every time you "touch yourself," thinking about someone else... Deep down, you beg. You beg some being to allow you to do it. To take her. To possess her. To feel her. And I am that god."*
> *"Sometimes you achieve it, thanks to my blessing. Sometimes you repress yourself. But those thoughts remain there. And they feed me. They give me power. So, yes: All of you are my devotees. Whether consciously... or not."*
A unpleasant chill ran through me. Didn't I even have privacy in my head? I felt a bit ashamed. Knowing that thing had seen my darkest fantasies, the ones I myself tried to bury... was disturbing. But before I could keep thinking about that, more text appeared. > *"Well. That was the 'why' of your arrival. Now I will give you a brief description of where you are."*
> *"In the infinite, there are countless versions of countless worlds. This particular one was formed taking inspiration —or influence— from the repressed desires and fantasies of many humans... And, of course, with a bit of my power."*
> *"Some might call it a world composed of animations, drawings, mangas, or video games... all focused on sex. Here, many rules —like morality or justice— work differently."*
> *"Deception is common. Rapes can occur in broad daylight. Orgies. Extreme fetishes. Everything is included."*
> *"In some worlds, they call it hentai. Ummh... let's call it that."*
Hentai. Of course, I had seen and consumed some of that. It was a form of entertainment, nothing more. With my physique —1.90 tall, fat, closed face, antisocial attitude— I was invisible to the women I liked. Thinking about the things that could happen in this world gave me a mix of excitement... and pure terror. I didn't want to end up involved with tentacle monsters. And that damn god never said that homosexuality didn't exist here. Just imagining that some supernatural creature had a fetish for fat guys like me chilled my blood. This world could be very, very dangerous. Then, the screen lit up again. > *"Well, now it's time to give you your first mission. Go. Enjoy this new world. The tutorial mission has begun."*
> *"You have three days. In that time, you must have sex with some inhabitant of this world. There are no rules. Use whatever you can to achieve it: Seduce, blackmail, kidnap, drug, or use force. Nothing is prohibited. As long as you have sex... you count as valid participants."*
> *"The more partners you get... the better the reward at the end of the mission will be."*
> *"That said... Although I don't prohibit anything from you, you might face the laws, justice, or authorities of this world. Be careful."*