ALL NOVEL Chapter 0
Chapter 0
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Ugh, I hated working.
Wasn’t there any way to become privileged without any effort? Besides being reborn, that is.
What about being reborn as a silver-haired, busty, pretty girl and conquering the streaming world?
“Oh, I got an SSR.”
This big-breasted, black-haired character resembled my sister.
‘As if streaming was some special skill.’
Just the thought of cultivating a fanbase was exhausting. It felt like anything I did would end up on Namuwiki’s “Controversy” tab. How about debuting in the entertainment industry and becoming an actor instead?
Could a loser like me, even with Cha Eun-woo’s face, actually pull off acting?
Hmm.
No way.
But being born handsome would be nice, though. I figured I could probably get a girlfriend with big breasts who’d date me just for my looks, and then I could use her instead of an onahole.
That felt like a waste of a handsome face, though. Any more effort than that was too bothersome.
“Shin Jang-seok’s touch~ changes everything~. ‘I got three in a 10-pull, ah, I don’t need this…'”
Post complete.
Dopamine was key.
Dopamine that I could enjoy without leaving my cramped two-room apartment. Even these small, pathetic brags could make life enjoyable. As long as I could be content even with most of my desires unfulfilled.
At least I could still jerk off, right? Cheers.
“Trash normalization!”
I took out the accumulated trash, cleaned my room, and made myself something to eat.
I didn’t work.
A hikikomori born in the ’90s would have been ashamed of that, or would have had to endure society’s harsh judgment, but these days, there were more and more young people who didn’t work and just rested.
I thought the problem was a world that didn’t incentivize effort.
Oh, don’t get me wrong.
I wasn’t trying to start with the tired trope about how silver spoons and I had different starting points and then descend into depressing life pessimism.
But, wasn’t it okay to do nothing and just rest? The problem was this world that didn’t inspire any motivation.
A normalization of the abnormal was necessary.
‘Wasn’t there a world where simply being born male was enough?’
That was the only thing I’d done right in my life. Cell division with XY chromosomes.
“Our Jang-seok-kun was born with XY chromosomes! Wow! Amazing! Noona will suck your dick as a reward♡”
…Hmm.
For a world like that to arrive, a mere chastity reversal wouldn’t suffice, would it? A reboot might be necessary.
It wasn’t that my current life was depressing.
Getting depressed just because you were a hikikomori was for amateurs.
“I’ll be counting on you today, Rei.”
Dopamine was key. And…
The torso onahole—an onahole molded after a woman’s body, without arms or legs—that everyone kept in their closet.
I stroked it.
I tenderly touched those hips that had received my lust countless times.
She wore a sailor suit costume, and her underwear was slightly pulled aside.
“Hey. Wouldn’t it be nice if you awakened the ability to connect wirelessly?”
「……」
There was no response. The onahole seemed dead. Or rather, it was never alive to begin with.
There was no way it would respond…
I placed the onahole on the bed and was about to move into my usual doggy style position when…
Ding-dong♬
“Gasp!”
Who was it?!
“Shin Jang-seok. Open the door.”
That voice, it was my sister’s.
It was a chilling moment. Just as I was getting horny, had taken out my onahole, and was about to start a doggy style party, my sister was at the door…
She hadn’t mentioned she was coming.
My sister was, essentially, an assassin sent by my parents.
Structurally, I had no choice but to grovel to my sister and parents.
The reason I could maintain this unproductive life of pure indulgence was the simple fact that someone was working and footing the bill.
‘Ugh. This goddamn game.’
If only I’d been born into oil money, this wouldn’t be happening!
“Hurry up and open it. I know you’re in there.”
This absurd world couldn’t bear to see anyone happy, so it occasionally delivered these unexpected misfortunes.
Creak.
“Noona. What brings you here?”
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