It was 3:47 a.m.
My room stank of sweat, cum, and stale Red Bull.
My phone was overheating in my left hand.
My right hand was a blur.
I'd been edging for six hours straight.
I knew it was wrong.
I knew I was too far gone.
But the moan on screen? That whimper? That glazed expression?
That was the sound of nirvana.
And then—blackout.
Heart attack, probably.
Or divine punishment.
Either way, I came and went at the same time.
When I opened my eyes, the world had changed.
I was lying on silk sheets in an ancient palace. A warm breeze carried the scent of orchids and... something else. Something lewd.
A busty maid leaned over me, cleavage spilling out like she'd been drawn by a coomer.
"Master," she whispered. "Are you... feeling aroused?"
My hand moved before I could stop it.
My goonbrain activated instantly.
Shit. I was still stroking.
In a new body.
In a new world.
And it felt even better.
"You possess the Dao of Endless Lust," a voice echoed in my head.
"Your path is one of pleasure, perversion, and power."
I grinned.
I had one mission now:
Stroke. Cultivate. Conquer.