The eyes refused to open. I couldn't feel my body at all, and my head was as heavy as after a week of non-stop bender. I lay there for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, slowly coming back to myself. The first thing I registered was lying on something wet and pretty hard, though I distinctly remembered crashing on the couch. What the hell happened to me that I felt this wrecked, a heart attack or something? My body felt foreign.
I started prying my eyes open, though the light cut so badly that tears squirted out. Where the fuck am I? Above me loomed tree canopies I couldn't identify off the bat. "So I'm lying in some forest clearing," – and I didn't recognize my own voice. Must've blown out my vocal cords, though my throat didn't hurt. And then I suddenly had bigger shit to worry about, because I froze dead for an indeterminate stretch staring down and seeing two mounds of perky tits where by all definitions they had no business being.
"What the hell is this bullshit," I squeaked in a young girl's voice and bolted upright, examining the naked body of a young woman that in no way could belong to me, a fifty-year-old intelligence officer. "My colleagues told me I was wasting my brain on that isekai crap, well look at that," I thought and started inspecting my new body.
No panic, though I knew I should theoretically be cussing out the entire surrounding county. But I'd always been a cold-blooded bastard – in my line of work, 28 years in foreign intelligence, you don't survive without ice in your veins. Preliminary inspection showed I'd landed in a girl's body, athletic build but moderate, slight muscle definition visible on the stomach, tits a solid three out of ten, ass well-toned, arms and legs showing muscle, but all harmonious and pretty.
Height felt around five-foot-seven, hair down to the shoulder blades, and like a verdict from the highest court – BLONDE. Tried to gauge how I felt. Arms and legs obeyed, center of gravity felt off – radically different body type – but I'd adapt fast. Head didn't hurt though there was a speck in the upper right corner of my vision. Tried focusing on it, and that's when another surprise hit. White bold text appeared before my eyes on a translucent dark background.
Attention, due to an error committed by higher powers, your body has been erased from your world. As compensation, your soul core along with your last life's memories has been transferred to another world into a new body. Welcome to the world of Laira. To experience the wondrous world of lust and adventure and display primary character stats, mentally say "status."
Promising start – I'd landed in an RPG world, and not just any RPG, but one with a slant toward smut. Well then, let's see what else this day throws at me, but first I'd better get the hell off this clearing. Standing out in the open – sure, a beast would smell me anyway, but at least I could hide from people if they existed around here. Headed deeper into the forest through the brush; terrain was mountainous and wooded.
I descended about 300 meters down, though walking barefoot was a royal pain. Found a decently secluded spot between big boulders and a fallen tree, made sure nobody was there, and sat down to think. First thing – Status
Name: Nika (auto-assigned)
Gender: Female (auto-assigned)
Age: 19
Level: 1
Experience: 0
Class: Not selected (select class, to select class mentally say "select class" – all primary stats will be adjusted after class selection)
Select class.
Available class options for your psychotype:
Lustful Warrior
Lustful Archer
Lustful Scout
Blade of Night
As I understood it, this porn-world was actively pushing me toward every vice – I'd barely had time to process the gender swap, but no, straight to jumping into bed. The only sane option was the sneaky one. Not that it outright repulsed me – after all those years in intelligence, I'd had to do all kinds of shit. "Select class 'Blade of Night.'"
Select class "Blade of Night"
Yes / No
You have selected the class "Blade of Night." You are forged to deliver death to your enemies under cover of night. All stealth stats at night or in poor lighting are tripled. A good assassin not only glides in the dark but also shines in daylight without betraying their nocturnal nature. Your class is hidden from all. Other sentients using skills or artifacts will see your class as "Lustful Scout."
Attractiveness in daylight +10
Stealth at night or in poor lighting +20
Primary Stats:
Health: 75/75
Energy: 75/75
Mana: 75/75
Strength: 8
Agility: 15
Endurance: 10
Intelligence: 15
Perception: 10 (15 at night)
Arousability: 10
Willpower: 10
Attractiveness: 10 (20 during daytime)
Stealth: 10 (30 at night or in poor lighting)
Arousal: 5/100
Secondary Stats:
Dominance: 10
Fertility: 0
Orifice Elasticity: 5
Free Stat Points: 5
Skills: Cooking(4), Carpentry(2), Sewing(2), Drawing(6)
General Abilities: Hunting(10), Survival(10), Herbalism(4), Vaginal Sex(1), Anal Sex(1), Oral Sex(1)
Class Abilities: Meld with Shadows, Backstab, Charm
Sitting here fucking floored trying to figure out where the hell vaginal or oral sex came from in my skills, and I've got jack shit for answers. If all the other skills and abilities came from my past life with memories, then those three sure as hell didn't, and the body's new as far as I can tell. Fucking porn-world.
Need to chew all this over properly, but first I've got to survive – I'm in god-knows-where in some forest. Started by picking a sturdy branch from the fallen tree to fashion a simple spear. Whittled smaller branches with a convenient sharp-edged rock I found nearby. Sharpened the tip as best I could – be good to fire-harden it or even make a stone point, but that's later. Priority one: find food and water.
Stats seem clear enough – can figure the details later. Weather was warm, even hot, but I'd need to think about at least some clothing. First, these jugs were driving me absolutely batshit and I wasn't used to them yet. Second, running through the woods barefoot was no picnic. During a short walk through the forest I spotted rabbits hopping around without a care. They were completely unspooked, which wasn't great – meant no settlements nearby.
I can't throw a spear worth a damn, but nailing one of those twitchy bastards with a rock is doable, even lethal if I hit the head. Decided I'd hunt while simultaneously looking for a water source. And I'd head downhill – can't see shit in this forest, but my gut says settlements are down below. After an hour of cautious wandering I'd spooked and wounded five rabbits, and on the sixth try a rock hit one square in the skull.
Experience +5
A notification popped before my eyes. Decided to leave skinning and gutting until I found water. After another hour of that hike with three dead rabbits on the spear and jugs swinging around, I found a small mountain stream. First thing, drank my fill. Then started gutting and skinning the rabbits. Not gonna lie, it wasn't easy with just a sharp rock. But it'd do for now.
Washed the hides in the stream and set them to dry, then started recalling how to make fire in primitive conditions. Eating raw meat was absolutely off the table. Collected dry wood from the forest, broke off a large piece of tree bark, started scraping the inner part to make tinder. Then spent a good fifteen minutes trying to spark a flame from whatever rocks I could find, trying them one after another. Took half an hour to get fire going – not bad for an untrained new body.
Skewered rabbit meat on branches and started setting up camp. Sharpened a bunch of stakes and set them in a perimeter two meters out near the river under a steep slope. Next step, built a simple lean-to from branches, covered it all with leaves. Kept turning the meat through all this, and after 20 minutes it was done. I was starving and wolfed it all down in five minutes. No salt, but good enough for now.
After a decent meal, or maybe supper (it was getting toward evening), I crawled into my shelter and started thinking. And there was plenty to think about. First off, I was dead. That's a hell of a thing to chew on, and I had no idea how to process it – didn't really have a proper family, parents gone, divorced the wife. Saw the kids rarely, though I supported them, but they'd grown up and had their own families, so nobody in that world depended on me.
Logically I should feel sad I'd never see them again, and I should miss my buddies – we'd been through fire and water together, me and the boys. But all the feelings seemed dulled, and that was damn strange. But in this situation, cynically as it sounds, it worked in my favor – otherwise I'd just curl up and die of grief. So I just need to start, literally, a new life.
And that's where second comes in. No, SECOND. I became a chick. And again, though I'd always been cold-blooded, this should've sent me into a fucking rage. But again, no sharp negativity. No hysterics, no depression. Maybe it's all numbed from shock. But I don't think so. More likely whoever transferred me here did some tinkering in my brain. And the strongest proof of that theory is that I haven't been able to remember my old name for two hours now.
Plenty of questions, zero answers. The first question – who's to blame – doesn't matter, it said right there, higher powers. Second question – what to do. You can go the long road of denial, anger, etc., but I know damn well the final stop is acceptance. Would I have preferred a male body? Absolutely, because my old life suited me fine. But I can't deny I went from an old man's body – fit, still kicking, but an old man nonetheless, with a pile of old wounds and chronic conditions – into a nineteen-year-old girl.
So I need to accept right now that I'm a girl. Judging by the reflection in the water, a pretty one, with blue eyes, a slightly snub nose, and a beautiful but strong-willed chin. And tits that rate a three. Thought about that, and my hand reached out to fondle them. And that's when I remembered I was in a goddamn porn-world, because my tits were insanely sensitive, and even simple touches sent a pleasant wave through my body.
Arousal 40/100
I get all the other stats, but how this parameter works I haven't figured out yet. Started stroking the pink nipple on one breast, while my left hand ventured into still-unknown territory. My pubic area was bare and felt like nothing had ever grown there.
Arousal 60/100
Ran my fingers along the edges of my labia, which were already noticeably wet, and a moan escaped my lips.
Arousal 80/100
Beneath the already-dripping labia I found that sacred little pearl every woman has and ran a finger over it. A 220-volt jolt shot through my body and I arched my back in pleasure.
Arousal 100/100 Immediately satisfy your lust to regain control of your body
I lost myself in waves of wild ecstasy, my entire being flooded with nothing but the craving for release. I kneaded my breasts one after another while my other hand worked my clit. Pleasure surges ran through my whole body and gathered into a knot just below my navel. At some point that knot exploded, and I started writhing from the most powerful orgasm of my life. I shook like an epileptic and moaned. Felt like it lasted 2-3 minutes.
Experience +50
Arousal 20/100
Skill Masturbation +1
And I just lay there not wanting to move. I doubt even women from my old world ever feel an orgasm that intense, though it makes sense – it's a fucking porn-world RPG after all. And then panic flooded me. So what you're telling me is, if arousal hits critical out in public, I lose control and jump the first person I see? This fucking system and the world itself want to turn me into a nymphomaniac.
No, I accept, or at least I'm trying to accept the gender swap, but becoming a slave to cock – brrrr. And now I was genuinely scared. There have to be some countermeasures – jerking off before heading out isn't a solution. I started re-scanning my stats. Willpower: 10. In theory that should help me not lose control, but how the hell do I level it? Change gender, reincarnate in another world, endure pain – I can take a lot, but losing control over my body and more importantly over my mind means slowly losing myself. That's death itself.