"So, Daniel… where would you want to put your dick first? in my boobs, in my pussy, or in my ass?" Tina muttered, her tone dripping with seduction as her eyes locked firmly onto Daniel's face.
"Very good..." Adrian muttered softly, his gaze fixed on the story as he lay sprawled across his bed. After a moment, he nodded once more in approval.
"Ah, yes… very good. We're about to get to the interesting part of the porno..." he murmured, his lips curling slightly. Then suddenly—
"Ah, shit, I almost forgot my lube."
He clicked his tongue lightly, pushing himself up from the bed. Stretching a little, he walked toward his drawer, where the bottle of lube sat like a prized centerpiece.
As he moved, he scratched the back of his neck, his attention still completely consumed by what he had just been watching.
And that was when it happened. Unbeknownst to him, a banana peel lay carelessly on the floor. And so, distracted… he stepped on it.
"Woo—!" he grunted as his foot slipped out from under him. His body lost balance instantly, crashing hard against the ground.
His head struck first. And then-Darkness.Complete darkness.
It was as if he had been swallowed whole by nothingness—no sound, no light, no sensation. Just an empty void stretching endlessly around him.
For a brief moment, he couldn't even think.
Yet… he was aware. He knew his consciousness was still there, floating in that silent abyss.
Then—
A sharp gasp tore from his throat.
His body jerked violently as he came back to himself.
But before he could react properly—
Clang!
He slammed straight into something hard. Metal.
Pain shot through him as his head recoiled backward. Groaning, he lifted a hand to his head, rubbing it instinctively.
"Ah… that hurts… wait… that really hurts…"
And then it hit him.
'Hurts?...as in pain?'
Right then, the memory flooded in. The banana peel, his death, the darkness, it all came crashing inwardly.
'Wait… what the hell is going on here?'
His breathing slowed slightly as confusion crept in.
That was when he noticed that he was in a tight space.
Very tight.
Completely enclosed… suffocatingly dark. The walls pressed in around him, leaving barely any room to move. As he shifted forward, trying to adjust, before he could process it—
The door suddenly swung open.
Caught off guard, he stumbled forward, having been leaning against it, and fell straight out onto a cold, tiled floor, his vision instantly getting flooded by beams of light.
"Ah—!"
He winced, quickly raising a hand to shield his eyes as the brightness stabbed into them.
"Huh… where am I? I mean… I remember slipping on the banana peel… but not any of this…"
His voice came out uncertain, almost disoriented.
Slowly, his vision adjusted.
Then, his eyes flickered from side to side, observing his environment. That was until he saw himself surrounded in rows and rows of lockers.
'Huh?...A locker room?'
He was in quite a large one. But that wasn't what froze him. Rather, it was the red stains of blood all over him—his hands, his arms… everywhere.
He stood there for a moment, frozen.
'What's all this…?'
His mind struggled to catch up.
Slowly, he pushed himself up, his movements stiff, turning toward the lockers with unease creeping into his chest.
"This doesn't even look like my school… this… none of this really doesn't make any sense."
Without wasting another fleeting second, he pulled out his phone from his lower pocket.
Somehow, it was still unlocked, swipping it up, the screen lit up—5:57 p.m.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he began to scroll.
What shocked him the most…
Everything looked almost exactly the same as his.
The same applications.
The same arrangement.
He paused, his fingers hovering over the screen.
"Um… um… what the heck is even going on? I mean, I really do remember slipping on the banana peel and hitting my head… but I don't remember any of this."
He thought.
And then—
Right there, as he stood—
It hit him.
A flood of memories.
They came all at once, violently surging into his head, like a dam had shattered open. Images, voices, fragments—none of them his—forced their way into his mind.
And before he could even react… It was over.
He staggered slightly, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as his gaze dropped to his hand.
And then—
'Oh my… this… this isn't my real body.'
His fingers twitched faintly.
'These memories… they were definitely not mine. Not mine at all… so why the hell am I receiving them?'
He thought.
And just as that question lingered—
[Ding.]
A system notification appeared right in front of him, floating in the air.
[Welcome, player! Initializing… 30%... 70%... 90%... 100%.]
The numbers climbed rapidly.
And then—
[Welcome, Taboo Conqueror!]
[ You have been granted a second chance at life. Complete this task, inherit this system, and complete taboo missions. Do you accept this life which you have been granted—a second chance at life with a character who has almost similar effects to you from your former life… or do you wish to return to the world that you died?]
He froze.
Completely.
'The world that I died…'
His thoughts slowed.
'Was that… that black place I was in? Where I couldn't even feel my own thoughts… or talk…?'
A faint shiver ran down his spine.
He shook his head slightly.
"No… no, I wish to continue."
'… I just need to play along with this.'
His eyes hardened just a bit.
'It calls me a Taboo Conqueror… the heck is that?'
He thought.
'And… I do not remember, from the memories of whoever this guy I entered his body is… he is in some sort of mid-term break, but it's almost over. But he is in his last year of school… he does seem to care for one place—a home. He has a family… right?'
He thought once more, until—
[Ding.]
[Congratulations, player. You have been awarded the title: Taboo Instigator.]
More text formed beneath it, expanding across the interface.
[You have received skills. Please select one. Would you like to select the skills now?]
He paused.
'Why not…?'
Just as he muttered this- Click. The interface shifted and below, the system read:
[First skill…]
[Description: Player has the ability to gather resources.]
'Great… so it's not like I have any real future in just gathering resources.' he thought.
And then—
[Second skill.]
[Description: Players' touch will have a 2x effect on what ever sensation player uses at the moment, based on player stats]
'Not too light… not so bad…'
He focused, and actually cut down one.
Then another notification appeared.
[The third skill]
[Description: Player will have the ability to look into the burning sensations and thoughts of others.]
'Damn...all 3 of them are peak, especially in a world like this that I've been transmigrated into...The best one to pick should be....'