"Ugh…" Rui muttered, his head throbbing like a jackhammer was set loose inside his skull.
The last thing he remembered was chugging sake bombs with his buddies after another soul-crushing day at the office.
Now? Now, he was lying on something that felt suspiciously like a futon, but the air was thick with the scent of… wet socks? And something else… something strangely floral and feminine, like a woman's perfume mixed with fresh sweat after a workout.
He pried his eyes open, wincing at the harsh light filtering through paper windows.
His body felt... different.
Lighter, stronger, his muscles humming with an energy he hadn't felt in ages.
And lower down, was a subtle twitch in his groin, as if his cock was waking up more eagerly than usual, responding to that floral scent like it had a mind of its own.
Still in a daze, he looked around.
The room was small, sparsely furnished, and undeniably Japanese in style.
But it wasn't his cramped apartment in Tokyo.
Not even close.
Panic began to bubble in his chest.
Had he been kidnapped? Drugged? Was this some kind of twisted prank by his colleagues?
He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness slammed him back down, his skin prickling with unfamiliar sensitivity.
Ow…. Why did his head hurt so much?
[Ero-Hero System Initiated]
A voice, cold and mechanical, echoed directly in his mind.
Rui froze, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"What the hell…?" he whispered, his voice raspy.
[Transmigration Confirmed. Host: Rui Tanaka]
[System Booting…]
[Analyzing Host's Predilections…]
Rui's mind reeled at that.
Transmigration? System? Host?
What the hell? He cleaned his eyes with a shaking fist but the images were still there.
This had to be a dream.
A really, really fucked up dream.
But the metallic tang of fear in his mouth felt all too real.
From all the trivia he's read, transmigration only happens if you… die, right?
Rui couldn't even remember anything as horrible as dying.
Thinking back on it, Rui had faint images of himself taking a taxi home last night in a drunken haze, getting to his apartment and falling into his bed but now he was here…
The only logical conclusion he could draw was that he…. died in his sleep!?
[Analysis Complete. Target Universe: My Hero Academia]
His eyes widened. My Hero Academia? The anime? The one with the ridiculously overpowered heroes and the even more ridiculously proportioned babes... the creator really had a thing for thicc bitches (but damnnnnn the girls were sexy! Ochaco's perky tits! or Tsuyu's sleek, flexible body… the things he could do with that body!)
But wait-
He was in that My Hero Academia!?
A jolt of… something… shot through him, completely overshadowing the fear.
Was that… excitement?
At that, his cock hardened slightly against the fabric of his pants, the system's scan feeling like a teasing probe into his dirtiest thoughts.
[Ero-Hero System Operational]
[Accessing Host Interface]
Suddenly, a screen shimmered into existence before his eyes, filled with glowing text and icons.
It was like something straight out of a video game.
Portfolio:
Name: Rui Tanaka
Age: 16
Quirk: None (Currently)
Ero-Points: 0
Skills: Average on all fields (Slightly above average in… stamina. System Note: Likely due to excessive… self-practice.)
Ero-Hero Arsenal:
[Lewd Lens]: (Inactive) – Detects Ero-Points potential in targets.
[Compulsion]: (Locked) – Puts selected targets in a more susceptible state. (Requires Host to conquer first target)
[Naughty Nectar]: (Locked) – A potent aphrodisiac. (Requires 10000 Ero-Points to unlock)
[Harem Haven]: (Locked) – A personal dimension for… relaxation. (Requires 100000 Ero-Points to unlock)
[Other items will be revealed soon….]
Rui stared at the screen, his jaw slack. Stamina? Self-practice? Did it mean…
Oh…
The system was a goddamn pervert! And what the hell were Ero-Points? And a Harem Haven?
This was getting more insane by the second. However, hi cock, traitorous bastard that it was, twitched involuntarily at the implications, a warm pulse of arousal stirring in his groin as forbidden possibilities flooded his mind.
Gulp!
He swallowed around his suddenly dry throat, shifting uncomfortably at the pulse of heat in his groin.
"Uh, Mister, uh, I mean, system, uh, Sir?" he stammered tentatively, his voice cracking. "What are Ero-Points?"
[Ero-Points are awarded for engaging in… stimulating activities with suitable targets. The more… enthusiastic the participation, the higher the reward.]
"Oh.." Rui's face flushed crimson, heat spreading down his neck to his chest.
So, it was exactly what he thought it was.
A system that rewarded him for… getting laid. In My Hero Academia.
With all those… heroines!
He could already picture it! Momo's full breasts heaving as he pinned her down, Midnight's curves writhing under his touch, Ashido's soft moans echoing while he thrust into her tight pink pussy, Tsuyu's slick tongue wrapping around his throbbing cock.
His breath hitched, dick hardening against the fabric of his pants, the fabric tenting noticeably as pre-cum beaded at the tip.
All his hesitations abruptly fled and an idea began taking shape inside his skull.
He was definitely dead in his old world or at least indisposed, so he had free reign to do whatever and whoever he wanted here….
Before he realized it, a mischievous grin spread across his face.
This could be… interesting.
More than interesting! it could be a nonstop fuckfest of epic proportions.
But then he frowned.
There was something else the system mentioned…
Scanning the screen, he noticed the age typed out there.
Sixteen? He was sixteen again?
He looked down at his hands, turning them over.
They were smaller, leaner than he remembered, fingers nimble and unscarred by years of mundane labor.
He felt… lighter. Younger. His skin tingled with renewed sensitivity, every nerve ending alive and humming, especially the ones concentrated in his groin where his erection strained for attention.
He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the lingering dizziness and stumbled towards a small, cracked mirror hanging on the wall.
The face that stared back at him was familiar, yet different.
It was his face, but younger, more innocent with smooth cheeks begging to be touched and lips fuller and ready for sinful kisses.
The lines of stress and exhaustion etched on his skin at 37 were gone, replaced by a youthful exuberance that made his pulse race with potential.
His black hair was shorter, spikier, tousled in a way that screamed boyish charm, and his eyes held a spark of joy he thought had been snuffed out when he reached his 30s- now ignited with a hungry, hungry gleam.
"Holy shit, Rui," he breathed to his reflection, a predatory glint in his grey eyes as he adjusted his hardening cock through his pants, savoring the firmness there.
(Ah, he was definitely bigger this time around too! This shit was just getting better and better.)
"Looks like you've been given a second chance. And this time, you're going to make the most of it, starting with burying your dick in every hot heroine you can corner."
Suddenly, the door to the room slid open with a soft rasp, revealing a woman standing in the doorway.
She was short, with a round face and kind eyes that crinkled at the corners.
She wore a simple blue kimono that hugged her ample figure, the fabric shifting to hint at the soft swell of her breasts and the gentle curve of her hips.
Her graying hair was pulled back into a neat bun, a few stray strands framing her warm smile.
"Rui-kun," she said, her voice gentle and laced with concern, stepping closer so the faint scent of jasmine wafted toward him. "You're awake. I was starting to worry."
Rui stared at her, his mind racing even as a flicker of unexpected warmth stirred in his chest -mingled with the persistent throb of his arousal.
Who was this woman? And why did she look at him with such… affection?
Her presence felt oddly comforting, yet his pervy brain couldn't help but note the way her kimono draped over her body, imagining what lay beneath.
"Uh… hello," he said, his voice still a little rough from sleep . "Who are you?"
The woman's eyes widened in surprise, her hand fluttering to her chest. "Rui-kun? Are you feeling alright? It's me, Obāchan. Your grandmother."
Grandmother? He didn't remember having a grandmother. Or even living in a traditional Japanese house for that matter when he was sixteen years old.
This transmigration thing was even more messed up than he thought.
"Obāchan," he repeated, testing the word on his tongue. It felt… strange. But not unpleasantly so.
Maybe his new body retained some things even as he hijacked it, unconsciously priming him for the conquests ahead.
"Come, come," Obāchan said, beckoning him forward with a soft wave of her hand, her kimono sleeve brushing against her skin. "You must be hungry. I've made your favorite - miso soup and grilled fish."