I was transported to a fantasy world.
The reason was utterly ridiculous.
I passed out at the climax while watching porn, and when I woke up, I was in a fantasy world.
"Did I seriously die from jerking off to porn?"
It was an absurd cause of death.
That's just too damn embarrassing.
The shock of dying while masturbating stunned me for a moment, but I started adapting to the world I'd landed in.
Fifteen years old.
An orphan with no father or mother.
No siblings, just a street rat named Max wandering the back alleys.
That was my name.
Sadly, I didn't get any isekai perks like a status window.
Well, maybe one.
My talent for magic was overwhelmingly stronger than others.
That fact alone allowed me to live a different life from everyone else.
"Is your father a dragon or something?"
I was briefly thrown off by the wizard's sudden dad joke.
"I don't know my father."
I answered calmly.
"No parents?"
"Nope."
"Makes sense. That's why someone with such immense mana is stuck wandering the back alleys."
This old man casually dropping dad jokes again.
"…If you're okay with it, would you like to come with me?"
A passing wizard recognized my talent, and I followed him to the Magic Tower, where I could learn magic.
"The essence of magic is attack. Killing the enemy is the root of magic."
At first, I studied under the Blaster school, a faction obsessed with destruction and attack magic, because the wizard who brought me, Droken, was a professor there.
Realizing this world was peaceful with no demon king, I decided to stop learning attack magic.
"Learning the theory is enough."
Basic attack spells would suffice.
Next, I studied at the Life Magic school, which specialized in healing and life-related magic.
But I quit that too.
I realized divine magic was far more efficient than life magic.
A priest's single prayer could heal most wounds, so what was the point of healing magic?
I learned the theory and moved on.
That's when Droken started nagging me about my lack of perseverance.
After that, I studied at the Meister school, which formalized magical technology.
Learning spells to create magical tools in various ways was pretty fun.
Having been a developer in my past life, I thought it might be my true calling.
I studied there for about three years.
After spending my teenage years in this fantasy world, I came to one realization.
"This world has no porn."
It was painfully absent.
The empire and most human kingdoms followed the Goddess of Light's religion, which strictly restricted anything related to adult content.
"Sexually depraved acts are for demons. Never, ever reveal or share your actions publicly."
They didn't force abstinence on regular followers, but they heavily prohibited sharing vulgar knowledge.
Sex was fine, but don't share it with others.
How ridiculous is that?
I get it, though.
It's a world with magic and demons, including succubi and incubi who seduce people with their sexual allure.
They believed that talking too much about lewd things would summon demons, a baseless superstition.
In a world where magic could take photos, the only permitted sexual entertainment was hand-drawn erotic art and sensual novels.
"And most of those are for sex education."
I read one, and it was so tame it made me yawn.
Calling that erotic art?
For someone who lived in the modern era, puberty in this world was incredibly tough and burdensome.
Imagination alone had its limits.
That's when I decided.
"I'll make porn myself."
That's why I went to the Illusion Magic school.
A school that deceived and manipulated others with illusions.
It was notorious for being the least practical, avoided by most wizards, and so unpopular that only one person every decade studied it.
It couldn't attack.
It couldn't save lives.
It couldn't create practical items like the Meister school, nor make money like the Darkness or Goldmoon schools.
It didn't even have a nickname like other schools.
Other schools had names highlighting their specialties, but the Illusion school didn't, because no one had mastered its ultimate techniques.
When I told Droken I was joining the Illusion school, he collapsed on the spot.
"Why would someone with your talent go there?"
Droken sighed and asked me.
"It sounds fun."
"Illusion magic is useless. Go to Goldmoon instead. Or stay longer in Meister."
"No way. I'm going to master the ultimate techniques of illusion magic."
Because that's how I'd create realistic porn like my dream.
That's important.
Realistic porn like reality?
Man, that's even more real than VR!
My mind was filled with tons of information.
All the porn and manga I'd seen in the modern world.
Three years of learning magical tool creation at Meister.
By combining those two, I could use illusion magic to recreate virtual reality porn that felt exactly like the real thing.
We'll make your desires, impossible in reality, come true.
Hell yeah, the pitch alone is killer.
Of course, I'd have to make it while avoiding the church's eyes, but I thought it was totally doable.
Don't underestimate my skills from using VPNs to watch porn in Korea.
This is a piece of cake.
That's how I fell into illusion magic.
For one sole purpose: self-sufficient porn.
***
"It's done."
On the outskirts of the empire's capital.
I dusted off my hands after setting up a small shop in a secluded area.
It was finally complete.
The perfect illusion magic circle I'd dreamed of and longed for.
The entire shop was one giant magic circle.
Inside, I could show customers any scene they desired, inscribed with magic.
It took a whopping five years to make this.
Four years to master illusion magic.
One year to design and construct the necessary magic circle.
Without the teachings of Meiko, my senior and the only professor of the Illusion Magic school, it would've taken three more years.
Of course, I couldn't show her my finished work.
How could I?
A magic circle I spent five years crafting to satisfy human lust?
Meiko was the only professor of the Illusion Magic school, two years younger than me.
Yes, she led an entire school while being two years younger.
Meiko was what you'd call a genius.
A genius with overwhelming talent that made wizards like me look ordinary.
Plus, she was a devout follower of the Goddess religion.
A wizard researching magic being religious?
It seemed like an odd combination, but with her, it somehow made sense.
Genius minds are hard for ordinary people to understand.
If a devout believer like her found out what this device was, she'd definitely try to destroy it.
"I'll keep it a secret from my teacher, at least."
Not tell Droken?
No way I'm telling him.
Why would I tell an old man who's still sulking because I didn't join his school after he brought me into the magic world?
"It's pretty clean inside."
I said, looking around the shop.
"Illusion Theater."
Named to mean it shows whatever you desire.
It'll be the world's only VR porn experience center.
Officially, it's not a VR porn center but an adventure experience center.
"I don't need customers."
I can enjoy it myself.
I made this for my own pleasure, after all.
I don't want too many people knowing and getting me branded as a heretic.
After one last check of the magic circle, I stood in its center.
"Time to test if I made it right."
Testing before opening is the golden rule.
Standing in the center, I activated the magic circle by stimulating the mana stone next to it.
"The video… the last one I watched in my past life."
The moment I finished speaking, the magic circle flashed with light.
Flash!
The scenery around me changed.
I was surrounded by an ordinary Japanese house.
"It's been a while."
It was a nostalgic sight.
Thinking of the many videos I owed so much to, this architectural style felt more familiar than a Korean house.
"It's way more realistic than I thought."
The scenery, the sound of the wind, and the texture of the tatami under my feet.
It was far more real than I'd planned.
The shop's original floor was oak, but now I felt the texture of bamboo tatami.
"It feels real."
I'd watched porn in VR before, but this was way more realistic.
Far more real than my first VR porn experience.
No, calling it real wasn't enough.
"This is the real thing."
Even the texture of the wallpaper was identical.
"I nailed it. It's a success."
Illusion magic's quality depends on how much the caster knows about reality.
It constructs illusions based on the caster's knowledge.
No matter how realistic an illusion is, if the caster's knowledge is flawed, the illusion can break easily.
Like throwing a stone and feeling the impact of cotton, you'd realize it's an illusion.
The receiver has to feel it's real.
That determines the level of illusion magic.
It doesn't need to be 100% identical.
Visual elements help compensate.
Fifty percent, or even thirty percent similarity, can feel real enough.
It was tough gathering the data.
While I was marveling at it.
"Max, there you are."
A familiar voice rang out.
Turning my head, I saw the culprit who sent me to this world.
A famous Japanese actress who once dominated the AV rankings.
Nanako.
Her masterpiece, "A Fresh and Secret Night with a Childhood Friend."
That video was the reason I ended up in this world.
Yeah.
I died jerking off to it.
"I was looking all over for you."
She hugged me.
When her soft breasts touched my body, I couldn't help but let out a gasp.
"Ah."
So soft.
Really soft.
This is what real breasts feel like.