Transmigration!
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Jason rubbed his temples, his eyes glued to the computer screen.
"Then there's this ridiculous 'rent-a-girlfriend' nonsense. The protagonist is handed a pile of good stuff, but instead of doing something about it, he fantasizes about his girlfriend getting fucked by someone else and actually gets turned on by it. If I were in his shoes, I would've fucked that bitch senseless by now!"
He leaned back in his chair, and his frustration was boiling wildly as he scrolled through the latest anime and mobile games, only to find more of the same—NTR and simp protagonists licking the boots of those undeserving girls.
"And even now, after coming all the way to Japan, I haven't seen a single girl who looks anything like those in the anime. How the hell am I supposed to rent a girlfriend like Chizuru? If I were the protagonist of those shows, I'd have a dozen children and a harem by now. God, I'm so jealous. If that kind of world exists, I'd die standing on my head just to get there."
Jason propped his feet up on the table, reclining in his chair as he prepared to visit some XXX websites to blow off steam and relieve his pent-up frustration. His right hand drifted down to his generously big cock, ready to indulge in some much-needed self-gratification.
But just as he was about to begin, his legs stretched out too far, tipping the chair backward. The next thing he knew, he was falling headfirst toward the floor.
"No... This can't be happening... Am I really going to die like this? I'm still a virgin… I haven't even had a chance with my little sister yet..."
With a resounding crash, Jason hit the ground, his vision blurring as he lay there in a daze, still muttering complaints even as he hovered on the edge of unconsciousness.
It was as if the gods had truly heard his final thoughts—or perhaps it was some mysterious force bestowed by higher powers. Whatever the case, his soul became intertwined with the anime worlds he had obsessed over, and in that moment, everything changed.
…..
It's been a month since Jason found himself in this strange new world. Luckily, the body he now inhabited bore a striking resemblance to his original one, and the person he replaced had parents who were frequently away on business overseas.
This meant he didn't have to worry too much about being discovered. Yet, it also suggested that the original Jason's parents were largely absent from his life, possibly even unaware of who their own child really was.
In this life, Jason enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle with ample resources, but what troubled him the most was the mysterious system that had come with him—the so-called "golden finger."
The problem? The damn thing was inactive.
The reasons for this were absurd: first, Jason was still a virgin, and second, he needed to have physical relations with at least two women to activate the system.
The whole concept was ridiculous to him, but he couldn't shake it off. The system called Heroine Collection System, ironically named after his secret folder in his computer, "Heroines Collection," that Jason used to relive himself whenever his net connection experienced technical errors back in his previous life, remained stubbornly dormant.
Fortunately, there was a newcomer gift pack, which contained a soul-enchanting drug. Although the effect was extremely good, there was only one dose, making Jason hesitant to use it. After all, the system required him to be with two women.
What if he used the potion on a woman and couldn't find a second woman later?
So, while Jason was getting familiar with the new world, he was also thinking about how to use the only bottle of drug in the most efficient and effective way possible.
Besides that, due to his observation over the past month, Jason had come to realize that this world bore a striking resemblance to the one depicted in the anime "Rent-a-Girlfriend." His suspicions were confirmed when he discovered Japan's largest girlfriend rental website, "Diamond."
But when he downloaded the app, he didn't see Chizuru Mizuhara. So he waited, and when the time came to resume classes at most schools in Japan, Jason refreshed the page and finally found his targets.
"Holy shit… Mizuhara… Chizuru... and... is this Sakurazawa Sumi?"
Seeing the two familiar faces, Jason's heart raced with excitement. A plan began to form in his mind—a way to use the potion on both women simultaneously. Yes, it was a bit of a scumbag move, but the temptation was too great to ignore.
However, after seeing the reviews on Chizuru's profile, such as someone being fascinated by the final handholding and becoming a returning customer, Jason's guilt was reduced by more than half.
"Although this is a bit of a scumbag, I'll be fine as long as I don't become one. I will treat you well!"
Jason appeared to be self-hypnotizing and comforting himself. He made up his mind to rent Chizuru Mizuhara and Sakurazawa Sumi at the same time.
Moreover, with his wealth as his only real asset, Jason didn't hold back—he booked them both for an entire week. Every moment outside of school was now reserved, with Jason paying a premium to ensure he had their full attention.
When he saw the two girls the next day, it felt as though fate had struck him like lightning. The sight of these nearly flawless, real-life versions of two-dimensional beauties shook Jason to his core.
Chizuru Mizuhara was about 1.6 to 1.7 meters tall, with fair skin and elegantly draped hair. She had a fair complexion, delicate features, big eyes, and long eyelashes. Light makeup enhanced her natural beauty, with her lips slightly fuller, giving her a sultry, irresistible charm.
A delicate necklace was wrapped around her snow-white neck, adding an air of seduction to her already mesmerizing appearance.
She wore a form-fitting pink and white dress that clung to her slim figure, offering just a hint of the inner shirt beneath. The neckline was trimmed with lace, subtly concealing her chest, though the way her breasts pressed against the fabric suggested a fullness that was nothing short of spectacular.
Her waist curved gracefully into her hips. The tight, white skirt she wore hugged her figure, accentuating the roundness of her buttocks, which appeared firm and inviting like a ripe peach. The fabric seemed almost stretched to its limit, shrinking upwards and revealing a glimpse of her plump, creamy thighs.
The pink, snow-white, and somewhat fleshy legs were particularly slender. Few women could achieve such perfect proportions.
On the other side, Sumi Sakurazawa looked a little uneasy and shy, but her face was also very sweet, with fair skin, big eyes with long eyelashes, a small mouth, and a light blue tight T-shirt and tight jeans.
The T-shirt tightened around the plump breasts in front of her chest, giving them a firm, elastic appearance, while the thin, tight jeans tightly wrapped the plump hips and two slender, round legs.
Actually, Sumi Sakurazawa's breasts had never been particularly large, especially when compared to the voluptuous figure of Chizuru Mizuhara. But in her quest to become the perfect girlfriend-for-rent and to emulate Chizuru, whom she admired greatly, Sumi had taken special care of her body. She would often massage her breasts and perform maintenance routines, determined to improve her appearance. Over time, her once petite breasts, which could easily fit in the palm of a hand, had grown—now only slightly smaller than Chizuru's.
But when Sumi and Chizuru saw this wealthy man in front of them, they felt a sense of disgust in their hearts. It was because as soon as they met, his eyes kept inspecting their towering breasts. Despite his decent looks and obvious wealth, there was something undeniably sleazy about him—a man whose polished exterior concealed a rotten core.
Yet for the sake of the rental contract, Chizuru maintained her professional composure. She flashed a polite smile and extended her delicate hand.
"Hello, I'm Chizuru Mizuhara, and this is Sumi Sakurazawa. She's a bit shy, so I hope you can be understanding. Thank you for booking us for the entire week. We'll do our best to be the perfect girlfriends for you."