Reborn as an H-Manhwa Protagonist

In a dark and damp room, there's a man that wears a headphone looking at a big curved monitor in his desks.

"Oh yeshh bicchh!!!" shouted the man. While moving his left hand up and down.

Apparently, he was jerking off to the monitor.

...

No, he isn't some Techno sexual or something like that.

On the monitor one could see that it's displayed some sort of 'art'. that said 'art' was in form of a webtoon of manhwa— Korean comics. When the man moves his right hand that holding a down key on the keyboard the 'art' changed.

Because of the changing 'art' his left-hand moves more harder and stronger than before. "Yesssh slaph that bissh!" the man shout and slurred at the same time.

The said 'art' is showing a blue-haired girl being penetrated from behind while she bends down on a bed and her hand is being held by her partner.

"Hooollyy shiiitt!!!" shout the man looking at the 'art'. the art making him more spirited, a blazing feeling that resides inside him was being ignited.

Unbeknownst to him because he was too horny to care a lotion on the side of the tissue box was slipped from the desks. It makes a loud sound but because his ear being plugged by headphones he can't hear it. The lotion falls directly above his CPU. The lotion cap is unsealed and its content is unleashed.

The drip from the lotion is touching his CPU graphic card and moving towards the power supply. The computer didn't immediately shut down. Rather, it seems like there's an electrical problem happen with a spark of electricity happening here and there.

"Imm coomiing im cooooommmmmm-" the man is ready to unleash his ball sack content.

Click! but he is getting blue balled because the screen is suddenly turned off.

...

His before fast-paced hand was suddenly halted and stayed at his rod shaft. His mind is blank, his body froze. He doesn't understand about what is going on. he was speechless, almost got off but this shit pc of mine is dared to play with me??!!!

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!!" he shouts from the deep of his lung.

Bam! Bam! Bam! he slams the desk with his fist. his warm rod now lonely because his hand is beating the sh*t out of the desk. If the desk is a living thing then it surely would felt wronged.

"Fuuck fuuck fuuck! biitchhh!" he slams the desk for a period of time. Then in spite of rage, he swipes the content above the desk to the side. Whether it's a keyboard, tissue, mouse, or his figurine it's all dropped to the side.

"Mother f*ckers..." he said while bowed his torso above the desk. his hand was still clenched into a fist, but now it's filled with a small cut from the stupid thing he does before.

While bowing his head one could see that he is gritted his teeth, and a single teardrop came from his eyes trailing into the tip of his nose before dropped to the desk. He is filled with grief.

How could he not? a man trying to release all of his worries to nothingness but get cut off by the sudden unpredictable situation.

He lamenting in his position for over an hour and a half.

After he got over it he leaned his back on his gaming chair and looking at the black monitor while his eyes are devoid of any emotion. He is trying to figure out about the situation.

Move his head to the side he looks at the hanging keyboard and mouse. Trailed down his sight he looks at his CPU. Its situation is making him become sadder— the lotion is sticking all over his CPU. From the cable to the inside hardware, no one is spared.

With a heart that is now dead, he pulled the keyboard and mouse to their original place before taking the lotion tube and its cap.

Looking at his CPU he was really sad. The thousands of dollars CPU that he got after working so hard on the stock was gone just like that. He was thinking a philosophical question.

Was it right to be horny?

Is this a God punishment?

Is God real?

If God real then is God really dead? Hey, Nietzsche please answer me...

Thinking about his life for another hour, he decided to let it go. If it's like that then let it be. I could buy another one. It's just that the material is scarce and I only have to wait for a month. I felt stupid to get railed from that.

Pulling his pants up he walks to the tissue box and his figurine to pick it up and placed it back on the desk where it belongs.

Looking at the desks and his messy pc his mouth felt dry. He decided to walk out of his room into the balcony.

Sret! he slides the sliding window.

There on a balcony was a single wooden chair and a pack of cigarette laying on it tops. Looking at his surrounding he finds the lighter was laying on the top of an air conditioner.

Taking one cigarette from the packs and lit it up he sucks it and blows the smoke out. He leans his elbow on the balcony metal railing that is covered in wood.

"Why is my luck so shitty..." he talks to the night.

Indeed he was an unlucky fella. In just three days his wealth was cut by no more than 5% of what it should be.

Before the shit went down where his pc got lotioned he was grieving for another reason. This day he sells a game stop stock at the price that he didn't expect to get.

Getting riled by a post on Reddit he got into the game stop fiasco. He buys the stock at its height at a price of 400 dollars a share with all of his wealth. Though he buys it not from Robinhood— an app for trading.

Thinking that the stock would go up to the moon he hopes that at least he got a 50% return. but it's like fate didn't allow him to do that the stock price suddenly plummeted. It goes from 400 to 300 to a mere 60 dollars.

He got flustered— the emotion that a stock trader wouldn't need to have. And decided to dump it all at the price of 60.7 dollars. When he got all of his wealth leftovers he curses all of the redditor that makes all the memes when the stock goes to its ceiling.

He should curse himself though. It's his fault only following trends and put too much belief in his luck, choosing not to do research first.

He couldn't turn back the time isn't he? so to relieve himself from the stress of losing money he decided to pour it all at a newly updated H-Manhwa.

"Haah... to think that I really got a bad luck this day." he said as he rubs the back of his head. He felt betrayed by the fate that he thinks highly of.

He is a college drop out that went to the big city in order to get rich quick. Although it's hard at first but once he got hold of it the lady fate seems smiling at him and his life became much easier.

He got a job at an IT company as a normal white-collar worker. The boss at the company is really kind to him and even introduced him to the world of trading and stock exchanging.

He makes it big on the stocks. He really becomes a devout believer in lady fate. And the year before when the shit went down it's like all of his luck was drained out.

His company was busted and the stock that he had was plummeted down. Lucky for him that he got to exchange all of his stock in January before some of that stock doesn't even eligible to trade again as there many of the company that he put his faith go bankrupt.

But that was the last time he felt lucky, it went all down from there. Looking back it seems like he was too believed in fate. He laughs bitterly at that. now that his computer got blasted and his money in the bank account was a little more than million bucks he needs to find a more suitable business. But now he didn't want to think about that.

He looks at the scenery from his balcony. On his front was a big industrial block 5 stories houses that stand across the street. The street is filled with a house like that. No, it's more like all the houses in his area are in that shape.

There less car on the street as it is winter here in New York. People that got outside wearing a mask and some even wearing a hazard suit. that was a new normal after the strike. But some people had a big gal not wearing a mask or just go outside butt naked.

"That's New York for ya." said him looking at the man who doesn't wear anything on a cold winter night shouting and running like crazy. He thought of calling 911 but shrugs it off as it was that person's life. It's up to him to live what he wanted.

Moving his head to the side, he scans the road. He found that there is a busty woman that stand bellow the street light, his cigarette fell from his hand. The light didn't illuminate her shoes as it was being blocked by her stacked boobs. Trailing her body his rod got hard again and its shape clearly printed into his jeans. Looking at her face he felt that the woman looked back at him. But that didn't waver him as he felt that is made the woman more attractive to him.

Bam! a lightning bolt suddenly flared.

"What the hell... how? it's wintertime..." he said thinking about the absurd weather situation he had.

The lighting bolt keeps flaring nonstop and soon the flare became a thunderstorm without rain in a minute. He is looking at the sky at that moment thinking about how beautiful it was and moves his head to looks at the woman again. Only to found out she wasn't there...

"It's a pity..." mutter him to himself.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The lighting keeps flaring nonstop. Although it was beautiful it's getting on his nerves. He got annoyed by the sounds. He needs to calm himself down after checking out the woman but the lightning sound keeps him busy. His rod still printed hard on his jeans.

"Piece of shit..." curse him towards the thunderstorm. Then amidst his frustration, he got an idea. He stands in front of the chair and slid down his pants. Because of the thunder, I couldn't get down, so let's just fap here. Is whats a stupid conclusion that appears on his mind.

He tries to remember the busty woman before. with her glistening blonde hair that illuminated by the street light and her K-cup breasts size. It's got him riled up. his pp already rock hard. He tries to yank the shit out of that hard rod.

Bam! suddenly one lighting bolt descend upon him.

"GHAAAaaaaa—!" his body got electrocuted and his heart stops beating. he felt hatred towards the storm and fate.

'Dammit...' was the curse that he could mutter in the world before all going dark.