Kajima Ryu was a young man who had just graduated from high school. He was supposed to be excited, looking forward to college and a bright future. But everything fell apart when his parents died in a car accident.
Losing his parents wasn't the only blow. Somehow, in the chaos of his grief, he also lost his ability to function as a man—his confidence shattered, his body betraying him.
He was broken, with nothing left to hold onto.
Somedsys ago, when a girl approached him, offering her body in exchange for money, he agreed without hesitation. She was beautiful, and he thought, Maybe today's the day I lose my virginity. Maybe I can feel a tiny spark of happiness again.
He sat on the hotel bed, heart pounding, waiting for her to step out of the bathroom. But instead of her, the door burst open, and a group of boys stormed in. They beat him senseless, fists raining down on him until he could barely move. Then, to make it worse, they called the police, accusing him of sexually assaulting a minor.
It turned out the girl was only 17—just one month away of 18—while he was 18 and one month old. The law didn't care about the small gap. He was arrested for attempting to rape a minor and thrown into jail. During the attack, the boys had been ruthless, and in the chaos, he lost his manhood entirely—physically and emotionally, he was no longer whole.
A month later, he pieced together the truth. It was all a setup, orchestrated by his uncle, who had been after his parents' property all along. Now, Kajima had lost that too. No money, no home, no dignity, and a criminal record that branded him a monster. He had nothing left to live for.
"Isn't it better if I just die?" he muttered to himself in his jail cell, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in a haze of despair.
Then he heard footsteps echoing down the hall. He turned his head, and there she was, a stunning woman with fiery red hair. Her hair was swept up into a tight bun, few strands falling around her. She wore black glasses that hide her eyes, and a mask covered the lower half of her face, adding to her allure.
But it was her body that stopped his breath. Her black top hugged her curves, clinging to her full, ample breasts that strained against the fabric, practically daring anyone to look away. Her waist was slim, almost too perfect, and a long white coat draped over her shoulders only made her hotter.
Tight black stockings wrapped around her long, shapely legs, showing off every inch of their smooth, toned perfection.
"Are you Kajima Ryu?" she asked, "The man arrested for attempting to rape a minor? Though I knew the real story is different—that your uncle planned it all."
Kajima barely registered her words at first, too distracted by her body. He frowned, managing a weak, "You…" He didn't know what to say or how to react.
"I'm running an experiment on virtual reality," she continued, stepping closer. "If you volunteer, I'll get you out of here. I can also help you get revenge on your uncle." She paused, then added, "By the way, your parents' accident? It wasn't an accident."
His eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"Your uncle's a vicious man," she said plainly. "So, do you want revenge? For what he did to your parents—for everything he took from you? Tell me what kind of revenge you'd like."