There were nights that served absolutely no purpose.
Nights where nothing great was created, nothing noble, nothing useful. Nights spent locked inside a room that was too small, staring at a glowing screen as if it held the key to our future.
It was exactly that kind of night.
"Come here, you little slut, you like my dick, huh?"
"You want me to wreck that pussy, huh… go on, say it."
Before you jump to conclusions, let me clarify something: I was alone in my apartment. All those vulgar lines were coming from the game I'd been playing for five months.
Five months locked inside that small dark bedroom, lit only by the bluish glow of my screen. Five months listening to dialogue subtler than a shovel to the face in a graveyard.
The game was called "Fuck Me, Master"
Yes.
I'll let you process the title.
It was an extremely popular submission game in recent years. Especially among frustrated men. But, it had to be admitted, also among certain people who found a certain charm in virtual domination.
Me?
I mostly played for inspiration… okay I admit it, I was frustrated when I played it too.
Ah, right. I haven't introduced myself.
My name is Lewis Hagnner.
Twenty-three years old, I left home when I was only nineteen. Yeah, I left out of pride, wanting to prove I could make it on my own even though my parents were against it, and well… here's the result.
Unemployed.
A specialist in strategic social withdrawal what normal people call "never leaving your room."
How was I surviving without a job?
It was simple.
I was a writer.
I wrote erotic works centered around domination. Yes, the game had influenced me and no, I didn't claim any pride in it. But the small payments from the platform allowed me to pay my rent and buy enough food not to starve.
One of my works had even reached a 4.8 overall rating, it seemed people loved that kind of story.
Four point eight. I mentioned it with questionable modesty. One comment even claimed I must have had extensive real-life experience in the field…
The truth?
Well… I was a virgin. Completely. In every way.
I had never had the courage to confront reality. Writing about domination was one thing, applying it was another, otherwise I would have already tried something with my neighbor who kept calling me a perverted loser… even if she wasn't exactly wrong.
And believe me, imagination is always braver than the body.
That night, I was sitting in front of my screen, absorbed in dialogue of undeniable refinement, when something caught my attention.
A light.
At first, I thought it was a reflection.
Then I realized it wasn't. The light wasn't coming from the screen. It was coming from the wall.
A thin crack, almost invisible, was leaking a violet glow.
I remember that moment very clearly. I remember telling myself I should probably ignore it. I remember ignoring my own advice right after.
I stood up as if hypnotized and slowly approached, the crack no longer looked like a simple fracture, it had a pussy shape... Yeah a pussy shape
The opening seemed deeper the closer I looked, and the violet light grew more intense. The glow pulsed softly, as if something was breathing on the other side.
I knew I shouldn't touch it.
But curiosity has always been stronger than my wisdom. It's probably the reason you're currently reading the story of my own catastrophe.
I crouched down.
I looked closer.
My mind, already polluted by five months of questionable immersion, made an inappropriate connection.
Yes.
I had an indecent thought.
And instead of stepping back like any sane person would, I inserted two fingers into the crack, driven by instinct, and what I felt that night was an electric shock so powerful that I even lost my erection.
It was violent.
Not the small static shock you get from touching a doorknob. No. A real electrical explosion ran through my body. My muscles contracted. My breathing locked. My vision turned white.
I felt a force tearing me away from myself.
The pain was real.
But what was even more terrifying was the sensation of tipping over. As if I were falling into something larger than my own reality, and in that pain my fingers, still stuck in the opening, felt something else, a sensation both soft and sharp, but it didn't stop what was happening, darkness swallowed everything as I was pulled in.
When I opened my eyes, the ceiling of my room was gone.
In its place: an immense sky.
I breathed fresh air.
I smelled damp earth.
I slowly sat up.
A forest,
And behind me, a small cabin. "Don't tell me I transmigrated? That's ridiculous, right…?" I asked myself countless questions at that moment, I even thought it was a dream. As I looked around curiously, a violet screen appeared.
Floating in the air.
[Welcome to Mervender, the Women city, Lewis Hagnner.]
My heart skipped a beat.
Mervender. I knew that name, it was familiar because I had invented it.
It was the central empire of my novel, called "my harem". The one ruled by my protagonist, Agnus Morph.
Yes, I know. The name is grim.
A second message appeared as my thoughts spiraled.
[Here, women dominate. They are the center of everything.]
[Mission: Subdue the Tyrant Empress: Viltra Margus.]
[Duration: 10 years.]
[Failure: Death.]
[Reward: ???]
[To access your profile, simply say "profile".
Good luck, Lewis Hagnner.]
The screen disappeared leaving me in indescribable confusion, I remained motionless.
Several hypotheses crossed my mind.
First: I was dreaming.
Second: I was actually dead.
Third: I had gone insane because of the electric shock.
I pinched myself hard.
I cried out in pain, so it wasn't a dream.
Mervender existed, because I had written it. But not like this.
In my version, it wasn't a city ruled by women. And I had never created a Tyrant Empress named Viltra Margus, either it was something I forgot, or something had changed.
I sat down on the grass.
Subdue an empress.
Me.
I hadn't even managed to stand up to my neighbor, who was probably just a normal girl.
And now I was being asked to subdue a tyrant, it was madness, I couldn't believe it, but I quickly resigned myself.
"Status," I said.
The interface opened instantly.
[Profile: Lewis Hagnner]
[Level: 1]
[Strength: 15]
[Agility: 4]
[Endurance: 7]
[Charm: 2]
[Penis Size: 13 cm]
[Class: Not Selected – Level 5 required]
[Face: D] [Skills: None, Abilities: None]
[Main Mission: Subdue the Tyrant Empress – Duration: 10 years – Failure: Death – Reward: ???]
[Mission Progress: 0%]
I stared at the number that condemned me the most.
Charm: 2.
In a world ruled by women, charm was undoubtedly important.
"When I think that I gave Agnus 22 charm," I said with a sigh, it was almost insulting, but despite that one thing was clear in my mind.
I didn't want to die.
If this world followed system logic, then there had to be a way to improve.
To become stronger.
More credible.
Maybe even… less pathetic, that had become my goal at that moment.
I looked at the forest around me.
Professionally speaking, sitting there staring at my stats wasn't going to help.
I had to move.
"Alright," I murmured. "Step one: survive. Step two: understand. Step three… we'll improvise." I told myself with clenched fists before stopping in my sudden burst of madness.
Move? But where?
I didn't recognize this forest. I didn't remember writing it. Maybe the universe had evolved without me. Maybe someone else had taken the pen or even worse it wasn't mine.
Either way, staying here wasn't an option.
If I wanted to verify whether this world was truly the Mervender I had written or a distorted version, I needed to reach a city to be sure, even if it meant walking in every direction.
I stood up.
My legs were still unstable, but functional.
I picked a random direction.
After all, when you have 2 charm, no sense of direction, and a suicidal mission, randomness becomes an acceptable strategy.
And that's how it officially began, the worst adventure of my life.
Or the most interesting.
Depending on Point of view.