After getting home from work late at night, Iris turned on her computer to let her gacha update download in the background, then headed to the shower.
When she came out, she poured herself a drink, walking around bare-chested with only a towel draped around her neck, strategically covering her breasts.
She sat down in front of the computer and opened the summon menu. She set her beer next to the keyboard and said:
"I've been waiting three months for you, Leonard. I wanted to save everything just for you, but I needed that Alice to improve Asael's team… Well, I also needed Veronica for Leon's team, and I just pulled Edward for fun. Damn it, sorry for being a fucking simp who loves big, muscular man-tits."
Her gambling phase began, and she spent her obelisks ten at a time, just as the game allowed. After thirty obelisks, Iris spoke again:
"You big-pec bastard, you won't come out. I'm going to hit pity again. I know I couldn't save properly for you, my love, but please come early. Thank God I bought a beer, or I'd get depressed way too fast."
Pull after pull, she reached number one hundred and ninety—and then the SSR rank appeared.
"Son of a bitch! I spent way too much just to get you! And I wanted your weapon too… Fucking garbage game!" she said sadly, though without shedding any tears.
Pull after pull, she ended up draining all of her free in-game savings. When she reached the pity for the featured weapon, she lost it to a weapon from the permanent banner. Iris slammed her desk once and shouted:
"Fucking trash game! I always lose pity and blow everything! Not once can you be good to me!"
She slumped back into her chair and stared at the screen with obvious discouragement.
"Not even being a responsible adult lets me afford my gacha… Damn whales."
She looked at her beer can—it was already empty. Her mood worsened, and she muttered quietly to herself.
"I don't even feel like leveling him up anymore… I'm sad…" she sighed and looked at her bed. "I'll play the new version's story."
She stood up from her chair, pulling off her underwear and tossing it aside. She lay down on her bed, spread her legs, and began touching her vagina.
'Yeah. What I need is to relax. Like any exhausted adult after a long, stressful day. When I'm done, I'll play the new version story.'
Her touching lasted only a few seconds before she heard a loud bang on her front door. Iris snapped her legs shut in fear and lifted her upper body from the bed.
There were a few seconds of silence.
Then another knock followed. Iris became alert and got off the bed. A third blow—much stronger—came next, followed by the sound of metal breaking. Her door had been forced open.
Iris rushed to her phone and hurried to dial the police, but the attacker burst in aggressively, as if he knew the layout of her apartment, and lunged at her. Iris screamed and tried to fight back, but her phone was snatched away.
The attacker, wearing a ski mask, clamped a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming and forced her onto the bed. Blows rained down on her face, one after another, until she finally went silent.
Dazed and naked, she felt her body being flipped face down and positioned at the edge of the bed.
"Now then, you fucking bitch. Let's see if this makes you stop acting like a slut, flirting with everyone."
She realized it was someone from her workplace, but fear clouded his voice and she couldn't identify him. When she felt the attacker push his penis into her vagina, she screamed and kicked, trying to break free.
Grabs, scratches, and punches fell upon her body, yet she continued to struggle. When she managed to free herself for a brief moment, the attacker rushed and shoved her to stop her from escaping.
Iris stumbled, and her head slammed against the corner of a piece of furniture. She went into shock instantly. Her world turned dark, and blood began to flow.
The attacker dragged her body with a sense of victory and repositioned her so he could continue without moving—but when he saw the blood pooling behind her head, he jumped back in fear.
"Fuck… this bitch is dead!"
He ran out of the apartment, leaving Iris dying on the floor. She woke for only a few seconds, softly groaning as if she could barely breathe.
Blood flowed from her nose and the back of her head, where she had struck it. She couldn't move her body and felt completely numb.
'This can't be happening… Am I really… dying?'
'I don't want to die… I can't… move.'
Her eyes watched the ceiling blur. She blinked slowly as everything grew darker, until—on her final blink—a light filled her vision.
A very bright place, with distant voices speaking to her. Everything shifted before her eyes until she was placed in the arms of an adult man.
'A jaw?'
The man looked down at her face. In that instant, all the emotions from her moment of death came rushing back, and she began to cry. She couldn't stop. All her frustration, fear, sadness, and pain poured out at once.
"She's crying! Our princess is healthy!"
"You did it, Your Majesty! You delivered a beautiful, healthy baby girl!"
"I want to see my baby…"
The warm, high-pitched voice of a mother reached out and gently took Iris into her arms. She watched her baby cry nonstop, smiling tiredly, her face drenched in sweat.
"You really made it, my dear… Despite everything they told me, I believed it would be a healthy delivery. Our precious girl has finally been born."
"Our kingdom will rejoice upon learning that the princess has been born!"
'Huh? A princess? Me? What? How the hell did I get here?! And why can't I stop crying?! Kyyaa, those ears are so adorable! She's a Kitsune! Wait, now's not the time to be surprised by that! Some bastard tried to rape me! Huh? Why can't I talk?!'
She was carried from one place to another. Adults passed in front of her. Then came the moment when she was weighed and measured.
'What the hell is this?! I reincarnated into another life! Reincarnation really exists! And not just any life—I'm a princess! Wait… with how lazy I am, that sounds like a lot of responsibility. Great… I reincarnated just to be exploited twice as hard. And why do I remember everything from just moments ago?! Don't tell me I'll have to spend years unable to move freely! Shit!'
"Your baby looks so pure and innocent, Your Majesty," a nurse commented.
'The bastard who made me reincarnate into this life can go to hell!'
"I know… and she was born with her first tail in perfect condition. That's a sign of strong leadership and great responsibility."