The ideal gigolo (and the big bad wolf) life

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(Ah, her fiery red hair and her translucent white skin, so aggressively attacking me like a wolf? I don't need to move my body; she can serve me wholeheartedly. There's no work here, no annoying boss at any moment—it's a wonderful world, isn't it?)

Thump! My body fell onto the white bed with a loud thud, enough to attract the attention of others who would ask what happened, but no one did.

[Ah! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!] I cried out, the impact on the floor waking me up and making me realize my current situation.

[It was just a dream. Of course, having such a beautiful wife is absolutely impossible for a lowly office worker like me!]

[Wait! What time is it?] I looked at the alarm clock beside the bed.

[Oh my god! It's already this late!] The clock showed 9:30. For someone who has to get up early every day, it's impossible to sleep until this late. An office worker always has to arrive earlier than their boss and leave late. Wake up at 9:30? Impossible.

[Phew! Thank goodness I don't have to go to work today, otherwise I'd be beaten to death, working overtime until I die.] Why can't I quit? I've always said that a corporate slave is a creature without freedom, without the freedom to quit, just working until you die. This is the daily reality for me, 30 years old, and the next 35 years of my life.

(I, Shan Zhilang, an ordinary, low-level worker, working 200 hours of overtime every day, a bowing and scraping office worker, also have an ordinary daily life.)

I'm riding my motorcycle, wearing a helmet, ready to go out to buy porn magazines, spending my precious money, muttering to myself, [What a great day! Perfect for some fun.] And I have to swerve to avoid a large truck speeding towards me.

[Why isn't it moving? I'm doomed!!!!] I brake suddenly, not hoping for safety, just hoping for minor damage. (What bad luck! Haven't I been doing good deeds? Am I going to return to God because of this? If I really have to go back to Heaven, I'd like to do one more thing I've ever wanted to do in my life, which is xxxx, I prayed to God.)

A bottomless black hole suddenly appeared before me and sucked me in, something that could be described as a black hole, just like in textbooks.

[Welcome, my husband.] A tall, beautiful woman in exotic clothing stood before me and called out to me, with a whole row of armored soldiers holding long spears behind her. (Yes, soldiers exactly like those in Roman Empire movies, but unfortunately this shouldn't be a movie, because I didn't feel like I was dying. Instead, it felt like I had been transported here, a common plot for male protagonists in light novels, arriving in another world and activating their cheat codes.)

[Are you the girl from my dream??] Incredibly, a girl appeared before me, exactly the same as in my erotic dream. (Is this the result of praying to God? Or what?)

She proudly raised her head and strode towards me in her high heels. (At this moment, I should immediately put to use my workaholic skills to cope with difficult situations.)

[Please make love to me!!!!] I pleaded with her, head bowed. (Oh no, I'm going to be killed. The moment I uttered those words, I knew I was doomed. I realized I was still immersed in the beautiful morning dream. I had originally planned to buy some pornographic magazines to release my pent-up desires, but unexpectedly, a 3D beauty appeared before me instead of a 2D model printed on paper. I had so carelessly revealed my lust.)

Upon hearing this, the soldiers next to me immediately rushed over, brandishing their spears and surrounding me. This was definitely one of the ways to deal with uninvited guests.

[Wait, put away your weapons.] The woman in front of me must be a superior with higher authority than the soldiers. She raised her right hand, making a gesture to stop them.

[Yes, Your Majesty!] The soldiers chanted in unison and put their spears away. (Hey, not just a powerful female boss, but an empress?)

She lowered her head slightly and swayed her enormous breasts, which were unlikely to exist in the real world, and said, "[I apologize for my rudeness earlier. I imagine you are very confused right now. First of all, I brought you here without your consent. Please forgive me.]" "

[Ah! It's nothing.]" I scratched my head, my gaze never leaving those huge breasts. (Damn it, how can they be so big? At least an F, no, at least a G or higher. I wasn't listening to what Her Majesty the Empress was saying at all, but thinking about how to touch those huge breasts. It wouldn't matter if she killed me like this, at least it would let me...)
After about an hour of Her Majesty the Empress's detailed explanation, she finally understood that I, Zenji Wolf, had indeed transmigrated to another world, a creature with strange fantasies, and could not possibly be from modern Japan with its advanced technology. And before me stood Her Majesty Aura, the undisputed Empress of the Kingdom of Japa, a powerful nation from another world. She had summoned me to be her husband, for she was the only one left in the royal family, and thus she had gone to great lengths to bring me from this other world.

[By the way, Her Majesty Aura, couldn't you also marry into another powerful noble family? Wouldn't that be better than me?] Still harboring some doubts, I asked her. Her

Majesty Aura's lips curled slightly as she said, [Our country is absolutely patriarchal. Whether in family or social status, women are usually expected to serve men. Therefore, for the first time in hundreds of years, the Kingdom of Japa has a Queen.] (

So, does that mean that when a powerful noble marries the Queen, the social atmosphere might allow the man to use family connections to boss the woman around, thus overshadowing the Queen and causing a power imbalance? In the worst case, it could even lead to the division of the country? Is that why she wants me, a man from another world, the one with the least personal power here, to be her husband? But this whole "marrying into another family" thing is really...) She racked her brains trying to figure out what the Queen wanted.

[So, Your Majesty Aura, you most want me to come here and not do anything?] she probed.

[That's what I want most...] Her Majesty Aura said, relaxing completely. She continued, [But I'm a little embarrassed to ask you to completely give up all your relationships there to come here, so I will grant you all your wishes. You can do whatever you want...] Her Majesty Aura's expression turned serious, and she had her subordinates bring out a piece of paper and a pen.

[This is a magically enchanted paper and pen. Any signature or written agreement cannot be broken; it will be enforced by magic. There's no way to resist! It's one of our nation's great inventions!] His Majesty Aura said, showing off with her hands outstretched.

(Can't resist...? Isn't that the perfect opportunity for me to realize my dream? Especially with such a beauty...) Zenjiro drooled as he thought about his grand dream.

I picked up the pen and began writing on the paper: [Zenjiro demands that His Majesty Aura be completely respectful to him in bed. Zenjiro is the master, and His Majesty Aura is the slave. BDSM is Zenjiro's hobby. His Majesty Aura must never resist, except in front of the people.] The entire text was written in Japanese.

[Hmm? What did you write?] His Majesty Aura asked, tilting her head.

[Ah! I wrote that I wish to grow old with His Majesty Aura in this lifetime. This is my wish.] As I expected, we could understand each other's languages, but we couldn't communicate in writing, so Her Majesty Aura couldn't understand what I wrote. At that moment, Her Majesty Aura, without suspicion, signed her name, and the paper emitted a yellow light while simultaneously announcing "[Contract Established]" before the light disappeared.

(Haha, this is really a great deal! Having a beautiful queen as a wife, not having to do anything, and being able to focus all my attention on BDSM—it's so awesome! Life without such a great gigolo, even though he's a big bad wolf in private. I'll go back and quit that awful job; I'll never have to see that ugly boss's face again.)

[Go back? Can I even go back?] Suddenly realizing I hadn't prepared anything, even signing this contract wouldn't help, so I hurriedly asked.

[No problem, you can come back in a month, but the next time won't be for 50 years.] It seems otherworldly magic isn't omnipotent after all.

Her Majesty Aura cast a magic circle beneath my feet, and I felt a strange, water-like flow through my body. I said to Her Majesty Aura, [Bye-bye, next time we meet you'll be my… slave.] And with that, I returned to the real world.

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