The important thing is dopamine.
Ah, I don't wanna work.
Is there no way to become part of the privileged class without any effort? Other than being reborn, that is.
Getting TS'd into a silver-haired, big-titted loli and conquering the idol scene?
"Oh, SSR pulled."
This black-haired babe with the huge rack looks just like my Noona.
'Idol life's for anyone, huh.'
Just thinking about debuting in that world exhausts me. I'd end up constantly updating the Namuwiki controversy tab or something. Might as well break into entertainment and become an actor instead?
Could a total nerd like me really make it as an actor, even if I got Cha Eun-woo's face?
Hmm...
No way.
But getting born handsome would be nice~~. I'd meet a big-titted girlfriend who'd go out with me just for my looks, and maybe use her instead of an onahole.
Though that feels like it'd be wasting my face value. And anything more sounds like too much hassle.
"Shin Jang-seok's grind sesh~ Gonna shake up the whole game~. 'Pulled three in a 10-pull, ah, this one's useless though...' Posted."
The important thing is dopamine.
Dopamine I can enjoy without ever leaving my 300-square-foot two-room apartment. I can make life fun with this kind of light bullshit. As long as most of my desires stay frustrated, anyway.
At least jerking off is allowed, right? Cheers~.
"Trash normalization!"
I haul out the piled-up garbage, clean the room, and whip up some food for myself.
I don't work.
A '90s-born hikikomori like me used to have to feel ashamed of that, or tough out society's harsh stares. But these days, there are more and more young guys chilling without jobs.
I think the problem is this world that just doesn't make me wanna try anymore.
Ah, don't get the wrong idea.
I'm not about to start with the obvious "rich kids and us start from different points" sob story and spiral into some depressing life philosophy.
I'm just saying, isn't lounging around doing nothing really worth getting shit for? The real issue is this world that kills any motivation to hustle.
What we need is the normalization of the abnormal.
'Isn't there a world where just being born a guy is enough?'
That's the only thing I've done right since birth. My cells dividing with XY chromosomes.
「Our Jang-seok-kun was born with XY chromosomes! Wow! Amazing! Noona will suck your cock as a reward♡」
...Hmm.
For a world like that, even flipping chastity norms wouldn't cut it. Might need a full reboot.
My current lifestyle isn't depressing, though.
Only normies get bummed out from a little hikikomori life these days.
"Please take good care of me today too, Ray."
The important thing is dopamine. And...
Inside the closet, that torso onahole everyone has at least one of─modeled after a woman's body. No limbs─
I stroke it gently.
The ass that's taken my lust over and over again, I touch with care.
I've got it dressed in a serafuku costume, and the panties are slid a bit to the side.
"Hey, can't you awaken wireless connectivity or something?"
"..."
No response. This onahole feels dead. Well, it never was alive to begin with.
No way it'd respond...
I set the onahole on the bed and was just about to switch to my usual doggy-style position when...
*Ding-dong♪*
"Gah."
Who the hell?!
"Shin Jang-seok. Open the door."
This voice... it's Noona.
Talk about a chill down the spine. I was rock-hard, onahole out and ready for a backdoor party, and now Noona shows up...
Without even warning me?
Noona's basically an assassin sent by our parents.
Structurally, I'm doomed to grovel before Noona and Mom and Dad.
I can sustain this unproductive life of endless desire-dumping because someone else is out there working and footing the bill. Simple fact.
'Ugh. What a shitty game.'
If I'd been born into oil money, this wouldn't happen!
"Open up already. I know everything that's going on in there."
This unfair world can't stand seeing people happy, so it drops these random misfortunes now and then.
*Creak.*
"Noona. What brings you here?"