It was fucking 2030, and I was some goddamn nobody, just a shy, introverted prick punching a clock at some AI firm. Days? They just blurred into one endless, boring blur. Nothing. One afternoon, I'm buried in my work, minding my own business, when this soft little knock comes at my cabin door.
"May I come in, sir?" It's my secretary, a sweet little thing in her mid-twenties. Glasses on, but those tits and ass? Hourglass, baby. I just wave her in, and she starts spewing my daily schedule. The only thing worth a damn was a meeting with the boss about these new humanoid robots. Meeting wrapped, I grab some grub, finish my paltry tasks, and then, finally, I'm heading home.
That night, I order my dinner, shove it down, then slap on my VR goggles. Time for the usual hunt: new adult manhwa, manga, web novels. But let me tell you, most of that shit was just recycled garbage. I'd been devouring this kind of content since college – softcore, hardcore, NTR, netorare, fresh little things, even MILFs. I'd pounded through every genre, literally every fucking one. My taste? It had settled hard: MILF, anal, hardcore. I skimmed a few chapters of some new filth in one of those categories, jacked off, then finally drifted into sleep, still a goddamn virgin.
New day, same old routine. I'm heading to work, minding my own business, when out of nowhere, some fucking truck veers right into my lane and smashes into my car. My ride's spinning like a top, rolling over and over. Then, this sharp, blinding pain explodes in my head. I instinctively reach up, and my hand comes back soaked. Blood. Gushing like a goddamn fountain. I knew it then. This was it. I was a dead man. A thousand thoughts slammed into my brain, but the one that ripped through me the hardest? I was dying a virgin, all thanks to my pathetic, shy, introverted ass. In that final, fleeting second, one solemn promise burned itself into my dying mind: if I ever got a dick in my next life, I wouldn't hesitate. Not for a fucking second. I'd use that cock until it fell off.