Yuki was leaving the gym, he only did swimming, he had joined the gym because of his lung health. He had always been fragile and was forced to do some physical exercises to improve his condition. Deep down, he liked it, but he always pretended to hate the activities and all the effort, even with visible improvement.
Yuki was finishing high school and was ready to enter college, but he didn't know what he wanted to do, he just wanted to go to college and then get any job that would let him live peacefully, or at least not starve.
A woman screamed. Yuki heard the sound and went there. She was wearing short, tight clothes, and the movement of walking made her skirt lift, showing part of her underwear, or at least that's what he thought, since the skirt was lifted. Two men were in front of her, one of them holding a kitchen knife and the other demanding her purse, which was small, but probably had a cellphone and some money. Given the time of night, she had likely made enough to be worth stealing.
Yuki knew well what she did. Even though it was illegal, many women sold themselves on the streets of Tokyo. At least that's what one of Yuki's friends had told him.
"You two, you'd better mess with someone stronger," Yuki shouted, though he wasn't that stronger person. On the contrary, Yuki was frail and didn't know how to fight. In fact, he didn't know the first thing about self-defense. But he acted on impulse, without thinking about any consequences.
The two men turned around. The woman stayed still, terrified, then ran away. The men looked at her and decided to go after Yuki instead, since they had lost their perfect victim.
Yuki stood frozen. He didn't react. The paralysis of fear was something Yuki knew well, but he never knew how to deal with it. He remained motionless as the two men approached. The man with the knife said,"Give me your wallet."
Yuki didn't move. He stayed frozen, unmoving no matter what, even after receiving a punch to the stomach from the second man. Yuki fell to the ground and began twisting in pain, desperate because he couldn't breathe.
"What did you do to him?" asked the first man."I didn't do anything, I just punched him."
Now it was the two men who were scared.
The first man knelt down and stole Yuki's wallet, who was still on the ground. He twisted and struggled to breathe, but it was useless. Little by little, his mind became hazy, and a single thought kept repeating, "I can't die before touching Yuna's breasts."
He could only imagine his classmate. She had large breasts and always lifted her skirt just enough for him to see the beauty of her thick thighs. He imagined being suffocated, but this time it would be a suffocation with benefits. He was dying unable to breathe, but he would gladly die between those thighs. Or die suffocated between those huge breasts, at least it would be a happy death, one he would choose.
Those thoughts only revealed the desires of an introverted virgin.
Yuki never denied he had never touched a woman, not in any physical way.
Yuki slowly died, and it wasn't a very painful death.
A woman with large breasts was standing there. She wore a few white strips of fabric as clothing, a thin ribbon that barely covered the best part of her chest, and a white underwear with golden details. It was so small it barely covered anything. When she sat with her legs slightly apart, Yuki saw something he had never seen before, a glimpse of a soft, fleshy lip. The woman noticed Yuki's indecent stare and crossed her legs, but she seemed amused by it.
Yuki was standing up when he felt a force pushing him down to his knees on the white floor.
The woman sat on a white throne that looked like it was made of marble.
"Welcome, hero."
"Hero?" Yuki thought. He knew very well what that meant: now he was in another world and would receive great power, then defeat a demon lord and get all the women he wanted, maybe even marry a hot princess.
"Sorry, but your face was priceless," the woman laughed. "Indeed, you're in another world, and yes, I can hear your thoughts and I know exactly what you were thinking. And no, I'm not going to take off my underwear, and no, I won't sit on your face."
Yuki blushed in embarrassment.
"I'm not giving you any powers either, and you won't be any kind of hero. I just wanted to see how you'd react. The sparkle in your eyes was entertaining. But tell me, what would you even do as a hero?"
Yuki said nothing.
"You never put any effort into your previous life, you always did the bare minimum, and now you want some kind of reward?"
That was exactly it, and Yuki knew it was asking too much.
"But I'll place you in a world. If you manage to change, maybe I'll grant you a wish. Just ask for something, and based on your request, I'll put you in a world with a level of difficulty equal to your desire."
"Can I ask for anything?"
"Exactly, anything. You could ask for powers, a harem, or maybe to be reborn in a world as the hero who saves everyone from the demon lord's evil. Or you could be reborn in your old world as someone very intelligent, strong, or rich. Anything you want, but you'll only receive it once you die in that other world. But not just by dying, you must live for many years and endure all the hardships that world will bring. Otherwise, you could just reincarnate and kill yourself right away."
Yuki thought for a while, and all his thoughts were heard by the goddess. She was growing disgusted by what she heard.
"I want you, sexy goddess, have sex with me in a new life. I also want to live healthily, have lots of money, and no difficulties."
It was a wish that disgusted the goddess, but she had promised anything.
"Fine, I'll do it, but I doubt you'll last long enough to entertain me. Still, for that to happen, I'll have to change your appearance," she said, as a list of worlds appeared.
The list floated in the air, and the goddess was selecting the perfect world. She saw one and gave a small smile.
Then another list appeared. She began editing Yuki's appearance: he had white hair, was thinner, had defined muscles, a larger penis, and green eyes.
The goddess snapped her fingers, and Yuki vanished into the air.
Another woman approached. She was dressed more modestly.
"Ophelia, you should dress better, you look like a cheap prostitute. Maybe then men will stop asking to sleep with you."
Ophelia felt offended but liked dressing that way, since that was how her mother used to dress. It made more sense for the goddess of lust than for the goddess of life.