07/17/2026 Wonyoung - I Was Reincarnated Into a...

“Again?” The rain’s pouring, hard and cold. Every drop reminds you of the tireless days in your work and at home.

Home?

You don’t have something that you can technically call home. A home must be warm, but yours has been cold ever since your loved ones passed away. You returned to an apartment where the lights were always off. Dinner was whatever convenience store meal happened to be cheapest. 

“Is this life supposed to be?” Is it just you? Or is it the same to other people? Are you the only leaf in a tree of unfortunate? If so, you have already proven it.

The rain goes wild, harder than you thought it could be. Droplets caused enormous splashes, enough to fog the road ahead of you. As you walk, the pathway slowly turns into an endless mist.

“Huh?” It might be less visible, but you can clearly see a kid running into the middle of the road.

“That kid—” Just as you thought it was dangerous, a truck with a speed comparable to a train was running one hundred meters away.

“Driving that fast in this weather! Kid!” You rushed in, running to the kid— there’s no kid?

The child should've been right in front of you.

Instead...

It’s an empty road.

“W-what!? Oh, hell no—” There’s no kid in sight, might be an illusion, a bad one. It’s too late to realize that now; you were already in the middle of the road with a raging truck bearing down on you.

Honkkkk!

What’s the use of the brake and horn if you act like the road’s your race track?

“Fuck– CRASH!” Your last word, maybe.

The truck hits you with a massive force. Your body floats in the air like a football, bouncing off the road after a wild strike and ends up slamming into the metal rail barrier, goal.

“K-k-kggg–” You tried to speak, but you can’t, your neck’s broken, and your lungs are battered. That “Fuck” might really be your last word, confirmed.

“It’s really the end.” You stared at the truck driver who got out of his mobile but instantly hopped in and drove away.

“Fucker can’t even take responsibility… fuck, I can’t move…” You helplessly staring in the damp road, your head is at the same level where the raindrops land.

“W-wait… I watched this before… truck… reincarnation.” You forced a smile, remembering that one film you watched on a pirated streaming site.

“I’ll be reborn—”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Hurry! Put it in!”

“S-sir!”

“AHHH!”

“Oh… don’t tell me…” You regained consciousness, your body’s numb, but their words… they might be doing something horny.

“Did I get reincarnated?” You’re finally going to have a fine, good life.

“Sir! Oh—” Your body’s numb, but your vision’s not. You can see a shift of weight from the right to the other side.

THUD!

You planted on the ground, face first.

“Hey! How come you dropped him!? Put him in the ambulance before it’s too late!” The man in a white coat ordered the guys in blue.

“Am I still alive? OH HELL NO!” You wanted to cry, but you can’t.

The hospital smells… nothing. Your senses are taken out of you bit by bit. Their voices are slowly fading away, your vision turning into a solid color.

“Does dying always feel like this?” A question lingers with you instead of hoping to live.

“Sir—” The very tiny senses you had left felt like you’re shifting again.

THUD!

“H-how come you dropped him again— oh! His head! Aish—”

Your body’s numb, but hitting your head on the ground still feels painful.

“This incompetent doctor…”

Your luck of being unlucky still surprisingly exists.

But finally, the last consciousness you had vanished.

“Oh? It’s cold…” The first thing you felt. “I must be reincarnated in Europe… Swiss? Netherlands? Alaska? Or still Korea but luckier?” There are so many options, but all you care about is having a good life.

“Hmm… where am I?” You looked at your surroundings, the environment you were in, hopeful about which world you got reborn.

It’s a wide space in front of you, and the position you were in is kind of weird, as if you were placed on a shelf. There are four ladies around, the place is flushed with pink, a lot of stuff everywhere, and the ambiance is expensive.

“Am I rich? FUCKING YES!” The joy’s enough to make you hop… but you can’t.

“Huh? I—I can’t move.” You put a lot of pressure on your body, but there’s no movement. “Am I paralyzed or something? AM I STILL UNLUCKY IN THIS WORLD!?” You added upon realization that this new life might be worse than your past life.

You scanned the place you were in, repeating the process. The ladies, the pink place, the stuff— right the stuff.

“UHHH— WHAT THE FUCK IN THE—” Your face turned into horror or whatever if you really had a face right at that moment.

On your sides, a black dildo with visible veins protruding its shaft. On the farther shelves, there’s another type of toy that’s for women's entertainment purposes. The pink theme exudes feminism, and the ladies are there to sell…