Part 1: "The Shrine Between Worlds"
The last thing he remembered was microwaving cup noodles at 2:13 a.m.
Now, he was standing naked in a shrine filled with floating erections.
No, not statues. Not carvings. Literal, gleaming, oversized phalluses suspended in mid-air, each softly pulsing with a pinkish glow like they were breathing. The walls were carved obsidian, veined with ivy made of gold, and from somewhere far above came the distant, echoing moans of pleasure and pain. The air was thick, sweet like heated wine, heavy like incense, warm like someone's breath on your ear.
Yuji Maeda did not scream. He blinked twice. "Okay. This is either a dream, or I finally snapped and joined the weird part of the internet permanently."
Then the ground shook.
A ripple passed through the air as the centerpiece of the shrine revealed itself—an immense statue that wasn't a statue. It stood twenty feet tall, its body all smooth, golden skin and flexed muscle. From the waist down, a godlike erection pulsed with radiant energy, as thick as a tree trunk, aimed toward the sky. And its face—bearded, wild-eyed, laughing—bent down to look at him.
The figure moved.
"WELCOME," it said in a voice that was somehow both booming and nasal, like a gym bro with the resonance of a volcano. "CHILD OF EARTH. SON OF SPERM. THE TIME HAS COME."
Yuji folded his arms, completely unfazed. "Let me guess. You're Priapus."
"YES," the god thundered proudly, spreading his arms. "I AM HE WHO GIVES RISE TO RISES. I AM THE SEED THAT PLANTED GODS. I AM—"
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Fertility god. Ancient Greek sex icon. So, what, I died? This is hell?"
Priapus tilted his head, a little too excited. "NO. THIS IS BETTER. THIS IS PURPOSE."
There was a shimmer in the air, and suddenly Yuji was seated in an onyx chair, warm and smooth to the touch. A goblet appeared in his hand—wine as red as fresh blood, the scent sweet and sticky. Priapus circled him like a preacher mid-sermon.
"My world—this world—is dying. Born from ancient magicks, cursed by its own creation. The races fight. The mana rots. The bones of gods crumble beneath bastard kings. And from that rot, something… unholy… grows."
Yuji sipped the wine. It was disturbingly good. "Lemme guess. You need a hero."
"No," Priapus said, crouching until his ridiculous, veined glory was at direct eye-level. "I need a pervert. One with ambition. One unbound by shame. One who desires not only to live, but to rule—and breed."
Yuji raised a brow. "You want me to save the world with… sex?"
"WITH FERTILITY," Priapus boomed. "Your essence shall feed magic itself. You shall grow faster, learn deeper, and thrust harder. Through you, others shall bloom—beast, elf, or vampire. Their mana shall be yours to awaken. Their hearts, yours to conquer. Their wombs, their minds, their power—yours to claim."
Yuji put the goblet down. "...So I get a harem and superpowers?"
"YES."
He leaned back in the chair, exhaling slowly. He thought of Earth—dead-end jobs, fake friends, ignored messages, and porn-stuffed nights with no meaning. He thought of the anime girls he would've died for at seventeen. He thought of being useful.
Then he shrugged. "Alright. I'm in."
Priapus clapped his massive hands together. The sound was like a thunderclap wrapped in a moan.
"THEN RECEIVE MY GIFT."
The shrine darkened. The floating erections rotated into a circle above Yuji's head. Light poured down like molten honey. Symbols—Greek, arcane, pulsing—seared into his skin, racing down his chest, his thighs, his spine. His body burned and throbbed, his nerves screaming with pleasure and pressure.
He gasped, bucking in the chair. The warmth spread inside his gut like a second heartbeat.
"YOU ARE NOW FERTILE."
Yuji staggered to his feet. He felt dense, like gravity itself was folding around him. His thoughts raced. His senses were sharp. His groin ached—not with lust, but raw potential. Magic coiled inside him, begging to be used.
"Okay," he said. "What now?"
Priapus smiled widely, insane and divine. "NOW?"
And with a flick of his finger, the floor vanished beneath Yuji.
"YOU LAND."
Part 2: "A Gift and a Fall"
The first thing he learned about falling from the sky was this:
It wasn't quiet.
The wind slammed into him with the force of a freight train, flattening his breath, shredding whatever divine dignity he'd left behind. Yuji tumbled through clouds thick with unnatural color—twilight green, oily gold—and watched the earth spin beneath him in dizzying arcs. Forests, rivers, and mountain ranges blurred together in a palette of dying sunlight.
He screamed, but it came out as a choked curse:
"FUUUUCK YOU, PRIAPUS!"
Somewhere above, he swore he heard distant laughter.
Then the forest rushed up to meet him.
CRASH.
Branches exploded. Bark shattered. Something cracked—probably his shoulder—and he landed face-first in a patch of wet leaves, naked, scraped, bleeding, and groaning like a man who just lost his virginity to gravity.
He lay there, coughing, chest heaving. The divine runes on his skin flickered dimly, like cooling embers. A sharp ache pulsed in his spine, but it was survivable.
"…Five outta ten landing. Wouldn't recommend."
He pushed himself up slowly. The forest around him was massive—ancient trees with bark black as soot and leaves the color of rusted copper. Thick vines pulsed with faint blue light, like veins. There was a scent in the air—decay and flowers, strange but not unpleasant. Somewhere distant, something howled.
Yuji stood, wincing. He flexed his hands. His skin hummed. Magic buzzed under the surface like static electricity.
He was alive.
More than that, he felt stronger. Not physically, though his body was noticeably leaner, tougher. It was internal. He felt like a bottle filled to the brim with something volatile.
He focused. Somewhere deep in his chest, he felt the core of his new magic. It pulsed like a second heart—hot, liquid, throbbing.
"…Fertility magic," he muttered. "God, I hope this doesn't mean I shoot fire out of my dick."
He held out his hand. Focused.
Nothing happened.
He closed his eyes and imagined it—raw mana surging from his core, flowing up through his arm like blood. Heat gathered in his palm.
A flicker of red. A spark.
Then—
WHOOOM.
A fireball exploded six feet in front of him, blasting a crater in the moss and flinging soil in all directions. The shockwave knocked him back onto his ass, and he stared at the smoldering impact site with wide eyes.
"…Okay," he said slowly. "Definitely not shooting it out of my dick."
The flames sizzled out. A deer made of bark and moss bolted away in the distance.
Yuji stood, adrenaline making his knees jitter. His mana was still burning—way too much output for such a small cast. Fertility magic wasn't just about growth—it was an amplifier. Everything he channeled would be overcharged unless he learned control.
"Great," he muttered. "I'm a walking magical hard-on."
He started walking, hoping for clothes, shelter, literally anything that wasn't a vine-covered sex forest.
That's when he saw it.
Smoke.
Rising above the trees, black and thick—unnatural. Not from a fireplace. From destruction.
His instincts kicked in. He crouched, stepping lightly through the underbrush until he reached the edge of a hill.
Down below, maybe a hundred yards away, was a village—or what was left of one.
Half the huts were on fire. A wooden palisade wall had been breached, and armored men moved through the ruins, shouting. He could see them herding people—children, beastfolk, women—into wagons. Chains glittered in the firelight.
Yuji's fists clenched.
Slavers.
He hadn't even been in the world an hour and he was already watching it rot.
He could turn back. He should.
But then—something inside him pulsed. Hard. Uncontrollable. His Fertility core responded to the sight of the chained, the broken.
The weak. The oppressed.
He felt it. Not just lust. Not just anger.
Something primordial.
Desire. Not just to fuck. Not just to conquer.
To create. To take what was broken and make it new. Stronger. His.
He stepped forward.
No plan. No armor. Just power. And rage.
And a naked man with a glowing erection of mana was about to crash this slaver's party like divine wrath on two legs.