"FUCKKKKK"
An angry roar echoed inside the apartment before the sound of something shattering followed.
Inside the room, a young man stood up, glaring at his computer screen with a frustrated expression.
He'd just smashed apart his keyboard out of anger; however, it didn't recede in the slightest.
'5 years! Five fucking years I've devoted to this novel and what has it brought me? Just 3 loyal readers? What bullshit!'
Logan ran his hand through his long, messy hair, a tired expression appearing on his face.
After writing a novel he'd called his masterpiece, pouring his heart into it, he'd barely been able to scrape by.
'At least it's finally over.' Logan let out an exhausted sigh and collapsed onto his chair as though all his energy had been drained from him.
The novel had come to an end, yes, but that was only because he'd forcefully completed it, rushing its ending after having no more zeal to continue.
When he started writing the novel five years ago, this wasn't how he envisioned it would end. Since it was his masterpiece, he thought it would enter the rankings and top the charts.
He had butchered the ending.
Killed the protagonist.
Burned the world.
Destroyed everything he'd spent five years building.
Because if he couldn't win, neither could they.
'Life is truly filled with unfulfilled dreams, huh…' a bitter laugh escaped Logan's lips.
Now sitting and staring at his laptop screen, his mind went blank.
What should he do with his life?
How could he go on?
He was a school dropout, and an orphan with no contact with any of his relatives. His friends, and everyone else, had abandoned him.
'Should I write another novel?'
Logan ran his hand through his hair again, his eyes flickering with contemplation.
But the thought of spending years again… only to produce another 'unsuccessful book' made his chest tighten.
He hesitated.
"Fuck." Logan slammed his fist against the table in anger, rattling the cup beside his monitor.
He wasn't doing anything wrong!
He had studied top authors' novels obsessively, breaking down their structures, analyzing their hooks, mimicking pacing, trying to craft something similar.
It failed.
He had tried writing something completely unique, something daring and bold.
That had failed too.
He opened his mouth to curse again when—
A faint buzzing sound echoed from the side of the desk.
Logan's brows furrowed as he glanced toward the source.
And then his expression changed.
At some point during his outburst, the cup of coffee had tipped over, dark liquid seeping quietly toward the tangled mess of wires and extension cords at the corner.
"Shit."
Just as he let out another curse, a small explosion erupted.
Although small, it was enough to claim Logan's pitiful existence.
…
Logan's mind was still for an unknown amount of time before, gradually, light spilled into his awareness from his surroundings.
His disoriented vision slowly cleared.
'Whe—where am I?' Logan muttered in confusion as he took in his surroundings.
The memories of what had happened previously surged back toward him like a tide.
'Didn't I die?' Logan muttered in disbelief.
"Yes, you did."
Suddenly, a feminine voice interrupted Logan's thoughts.
Logan's eyes quickly snapped toward his surroundings, searching for the source of the voice.
His eyes froze at the sight of a lady dressed in a slip of crimson silk that clung relentlessly to the sweat-slicked curves of her body, leaving little to the imagination.
She wore nothing underneath. The natural weight of her breasts shifted with every breath she took, her dark nipples pulled tight against the thin, wet-looking fabric.
She floated gently toward Logan, her hips swaying with a heavy, deliberate rhythm, the waist-high slit of her dress exposing her deeply toned thighs that instantly made the saliva vanish from Logan's mouth.
She stopped a foot away and, instantly, the smell of flowers and an intoxicating, heavy musk filled Logan's nose.
Her skin was flushed, carrying a faint sheen of perspiration across her collarbones and down the deep plunge of her cleavage. It gave her the look of someone who had just finished a grueling, breathless physical act.
She leaned down. Her dark, heavy-lidded eyes locked onto his, completely aware of the physical effect she was having on him.
"Who… are you?" Logan asked, feeling the breath in his throat almost drawn away from him. It was the first time he'd been before a woman this beautiful.
Moreover, with her seductive look that was hard to pull away from, for a moment Logan thought he was dreaming.
She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving.
"I am many things…" she began softly.
"But most know me as the… goddess of lust."
"The goddess of lust?" Logan's eyes widened in disbelief and confusion as he stared at her.
She leaned closer.
Close enough that their breaths nearly mingled.
"Or perhaps," she continued in a lower tone, "you know me by another name."
Her fingers lightly brushed against his jaw.
"I'm perverteddream."
The name struck him like lightning.
His expression shifted instantly.
That username.
The one who commented on every chapter.
The one who never missed an update.
He searched her face for deceit, but found none.
Finally, a bitter laugh escaped Logan's lips.
He let out a sigh and explained, "I had no choice. The novel was weighing down on me so much, I had to end it."
The goddess leaned even closer this time, and Logan could notice the disappointment in her eyes.
"For years," she said quietly, "I followed your story. It was my favorite indulgence. There were still arcs unfinished. Characters with potential."
Her voice hardened slightly.
"And yet you killed them all."
Logan said nothing.
It was true.
He had rushed the ending.
The Demon Emperor had suddenly gained an unreasonable surge of strength and killed the protagonist in a battle he was meant to win.
Otherworldly invaders appeared without proper buildup and wiped out the remaining cast.
He had slaughtered his own world.
"I was tired," Logan admitted.
Suddenly, a grin tugged at the corner of the goddess's lips as she said,
"I have a proposal for you."
Logan glanced up at her in curiosity, waiting for her to continue.
"I will reincarnate you into your novel."
A strange expression appeared on his face.
"You know what kind of novel it is, right?" a strange expression appeared on Logan's face as he glanced at the goddess.
"The main character grows stronger by conquering beauties, each arc more indulgent than the last, coupled with intense sex scenes that leave readers asking for more…" she paused, then stared into Logan's eyes and added while licking her lips seductively, "including this goddess."
"And you understand what that means."
Logan studied her closely.
"In situations like this," he said slowly, "the usual trope is that I'd steal the heroines from the main character."
The goddess stared at Logan, then a laugh escaped her lips.
"Contrary to what you expect, author… she said softly, leaning even closer, "you're thinking too small."
Her eyes gleamed with something dangerous.
"I'm sending you there to collect the heroines' mothers."
A dumbfounded look appeared on Logan's face.
"Think about it," the goddess said in a soft whisper as her lips gently pressed against Logan's.
Her lips were warm and seemed to contain an unsettling amount of vitality. Just her scent alone was enough to make a tent rise underneath Logan's pants.
The goddess closed the distance and deepened the kiss between them.
'Kissing a goddess?' How could Logan miss out on such an opportunity?
Instantly, he took the initiative, his hands groping her ample bosom and gently kneading, drawing soft moans from the goddess.
His hand slid under her thigh, delving into her warmth before reaching toward her most intimate place.
Suddenly, the goddess held his hand gently, then withdrew from the sloppy kiss and grinned.
"Complete your first mission." Her voice dropped into a whisper as she taunted, "then you can have me."
Those were the last words Logan heard as his vision gradually faded once more, as though everything had merely been a dream.