Chapter 1: I Died Stroking

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.