My Sex Life in Anime Reversed World

Hello, everyone. I realized that I've messed up again. The pacing of this novel is way too slow. It took us 16 chapters and 29,000 words to cover just one day in the story, while in reality, we've spent weeks reading this book. It doesn't help that I can only manage to write at most two chapters a day.

So, I've come up with a solution: using Simulator Life. For those of you who've read my Yandere Simulator Life, you'll have an idea of the kind of story I want to create based on it.

This approach won't involve staring at the screen of the story; it's more like endless reincarnation or endless transmigration, but with an ending and a much faster-paced storyline.

Now, I'm going to let you decide: should we rewrite the story or continue it as is? Please cast your vote after reading the rewrite example, as the voting section will be available at the end of the chapter.

Here's the example of the rewrite:

Chapter 1: Simulator Life in Anime Reversed World

[Congratulations, Host, you have been selected by Simulator Life to experience an endless life in your favorite anime worlds!]

[We're taking you to the reversed anime world—a world where women are more aggressive, hornier, and maybe even downright rapey. It's the dreamland every virgin guy wishes for, especially if your luck with women has been nothing but absolute shit.]

[But that ends now!]

[This Simulator Life is your golden ticket, designed to give virgin boys like you the ultimate chance to experience what it really means to be chased by beautiful anime girls—the ones you've only seen on your screens!]

So, how does this golden finger work? Do I just stare at a screen and the heroines magically get memories of our life in Simulator Life? That seems impractical to me.

[No, Host, you will experience endless reincarnations in reversed anime worlds. You will be given the chance to choose the world, your identity, and experience multiple endings in the worlds you choose.]

Show me then.

[Script Selection:]

[1. Kaguya-sama: Love is War]

[2. My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, as I Expected]

[3. Classroom of the Elite]

[4. Oshi no Ko]

Is the world selection only limited to four? And what is a script?

[Not really, you can unlock more after you finish the route endings for the heroines you have chosen. As for the script, it lets you choose which script's anime you want, their background, and even the school you will enroll in to match the story of the anime world.]

[For example, if you choose Classroom of the Elite (COTE), you can pick a background—such as being born in the Ayanokouji Family, the Koenji Consortium, or as the brother of Arisu Sakayanagi, Honami Ichinose, Fuuka Kiryuin, or other heroines. Then, you unlock their routes and participate in their plotlines.]

I understand now. Then, I will choose Kaguya-sama: Love is War. Show me what you've got, Simulator Life.

[Pick your background:]

[1. Shinomiya Family]

[2. Fujiwara Family]

[3. Shijo Family]

[4. Shirogane Family]

[5. Hayasaka Family]

I think I will go with the Fujiwara Family. The Shinomiya Family is a pit—there's no warmth there, only cold interests. Hayasaka is also a pit since they're basically subservient to the Shinomiya Family. The Shijo Family isn't known enough to me. So, Fujiwara it is.

[Do you want to start the game?]

Fuck yeah!

[When you opened your eyes for the first time in this world, the figure of a red-haired doctor loomed over you, gently holding your small, helpless body.]

[With a soft smile, she handed you over to the woman who was now your mother, along with your twin sister.]

"Mother, what will their names be?" asked the girl who would be my elder sister, her tiny hands already reaching out to play with my chubby cheeks.

"Your younger brother will be named Fujiwara Genji, and your younger sister will be Fujiwara Chika," my mother said, her radiant smile lighting up the room as she gazed down at me and my twin.

Her hands passed my tiny form to my elder sister, who couldn't resist pinching and poking at my cheeks as if I were her new favorite toy.

[Being a baby sucks.]

[From the very beginning, you noticed something strange about this world. You weren't entirely sure how this "anime reversed world" functioned, but certain hunger instincts overrode your pride.]

[When it came to nourishment, there was only one source: your mother's breasts. And you, despite your inner protest, had no choice but to suckle from her to satisfy your gnawing hunger.]

[For some inexplicable reason, your mother seemed addicted to the act. She eagerly pressed your small mouth to her nipple, coaxing you to feed.]

[Her delighted smile and gentle coos made it clear that she found immense joy in the simple act of breastfeeding you.]

[Your bottomless infant stomach, meanwhile, craved her milk endlessly, compelling you to drain her dry every single time.]

[But your twin sister, Chika, wasn't one to take this lying down. When she realized your mother focused entirely on feeding you, she began sulking and crying loudly, her wails echoing through the house.]

[The solution? Both of you latched onto her exposed breasts simultaneously, suckling hungrily, as if competing over the life-giving milk.]

[This absurd yet oddly tranquil life continued for two years.]

[During this time, yet another sister was born—Fujiwara Moeha. However, this moment of joy came at a devastating cost: your father passed away.]

[The toll of birthing four children for the Fujiwara family had proven too much for him, and his health had failed.]

[You were now the only male left in the Fujiwara household.]

[But your mother was never the same again. The light in her eyes dimmed, her laughter disappeared, and she drifted through the days in a haze of melancholy.]

[She rarely spoke and seemed like a shadow of her former self, weighed down by her grief.]

[Noticing her sorrow, you were faced with a choice:]

[1. Hug her and accompany her. Maybe, just maybe, your presence would bring her some comfort.]

[2. Leave her to her own space. After all, you were just a two-year-old child. It wasn't your place to meddle in your mother's grief.]

Without hesitation, I chose the first option.

I walked up to her and wrapped my tiny arms around her leg, hugging her tightly.

"Genji?" she murmured, her voice tinged with surprise and doubt.

Her blue eyes flickered with faint light as she looked down at me.

She sounded hoarse, her grief evident in her tone, but her features softened as she took in the sight of me clinging to her.

"You should go play with your sisters, Genji. There's nothing fun about being with Mama right now," she said, her words gentle but distant.

"I want Mama!" I said, shaking my head emphatically, mimicking the limited vocabulary and behavior of a two-year-old.

I tightened my grip around her, refusing to let go.

I knew I couldn't say too much without revealing my abnormality, so I settled for actions instead of words.

"Genji-kun..." she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as she knelt down and pulled me into her arms.

She hugged me back, her embrace firm but trembling.

No words passed between us after that—just silence.

But in that silence, something shifted.

It was a connection more profound than anything words could express.

I clung to her, and she clung to me.

The two of us stayed like that, holding onto each other, finding a fragile comfort in the stillness.

[Since that day, your mother was no longer sad, but something deep inside her changed.]

[She became obsessively fixated on you, showering you with attention and focusing on every little detail of your life. It wasn't just care—it was an all-consuming devotion that bordered on obsession.]

[Her new behavior didn't come without consequences. She started neglecting my three sisters, their needs and wants falling to the wayside as her entire world seemed to revolve around you.]

[She occupied most of your time, weaving herself into every aspect of your life. Yet, her possessiveness wasn't harsh or suffocating. It was gentle, almost soothing.]

[She never denied you anything you wanted, no matter how unreasonable or extravagant.]

[When you expressed an interest in learning the piano, she didn't just find a tutor. She hired one of the best in the world and bought you a top-tier piano from one of the most renowned brands.]

[When all you wanted was to laze around, she catered to that too. She filled your days with fun, bringing you the latest games and building an entire private garden just for you to play in—a space designed solely for your enjoyment.]

[This was the Fujiwara family. Our wealth might have been just slightly less than the Shinomiya family's, but our influence and political connections far outstripped theirs.]

[What do you think about this development?]

[1. Distanced yourself from your mother. Her obsession is too unhealthy for both her and yourself. You suggested she spend more time with your sisters instead.]

[2. Keep the relationship as it is. You noticed that your mother is just a broken woman, clinging to the only light left in her life—you. Denying her that light would destroy her completely, leaving her with no hope or purpose.]

The choices stared back at me, forcing me to confront the reality of the situation.

Would option one really heal her?

Could suggesting she reconnect with my sisters actually fix things?

I thought about it, but every time I looked into her eyes, I saw only me.

It was like her entire existence revolved around my presence, her own little world where no one else mattered.

Would she even listen to my suggestion? Or would it break her even further?

In the end, I sighed and chose option two.

[It has been 14 years since your relationship and your mother changed drastically, now, you are 16 years old, however, your mother still insistent as always, you are no longer children, but she still insists that we should bathe together.]

[You couldn't help but ashamed of yourself for having erection at your mother when you witnessing her naked form, her erect pink nipples, hairless pink pussy, and intoxicating fragrance that kept haunting you, invading your senses and leading you to sinful thoughts about her that you knew you shouldn't be having..]

[She smiled warmly at you and helped you with washing, massaging every part of your body with her gentle hands.]

[Her movements were slow and soothing, almost hypnotic.]

[Then she did something that you never would have thought in your wildest imagination.]

[She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered something that made your heart race and your erection grow even harder.]

"Genji-kun, did you want Mama to help?" she asked softly, her voice laced with a seductive undertone as her hand slowly trailed down my abdomen.

Her fingers brushed against my skin, pausing to appreciate the contours of my well-toned muscles.

Of course we knew what she was talking about, her eyes obviously fixated on my erection and her intentions were crystal clear regarding what kind of help she offered me.

[1. Yes, mother, I would love to.]

[2. No, this is wrong, you need to reprimand her to leave.]

My cock throbbed, painfully hard with every slow, deliberate stroke of her soft hand.

Her touch was maddening, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through me, making it impossible to think clearly.

I don't know anymore, and I wanted it to go away.

However, will I commit this sinful taboo with my mother?

I looked into her blue eyes and finally made my choice.

So, I choose...

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Okay, buddy, let's stop here. Now, cast your vote:

1. Continue

2. Rewrite

The fate of this book depends on your choice. Should we continue with the Tower of Paradise concept, which may have a slower pacing, or should we adapt Simulator Life, which offers faster pacing while still retaining details?