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Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2025-01-31 08:13:49 +0000 UTCIn the heart of Seoul, South Korea’s vibrant and bustling capital, the city pulses with a unique blend of modern innovation and deep-rooted tradition. Towering skyscrapers dominate the skyline, illuminated by the neon glow of countless billboards and signs, while historic palaces like Gyeongbokgung and Changdeokgung stand as timeless reminders of Korea’s royal past.
The streets buzz with life—whether it's the trendy boutiques and cafes of Hongdae, the upscale shopping districts of Gangnam, or the bustling markets of Myeongdong and Namdaemun. The Han River winds through the metropolis, offering scenic parks and night views that reflect the city’s endless energy.
Seoul’s charm lies in its seamless fusion of past and future, where high-speed technology coexists with centuries-old traditions, making it one of the most dynamic cities in the world.
In a modest apartment tucked away in a quiet alley of Mapo District, just a short walk from the Han River, a young dark-skinned man lay motionless on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The hum of the city outside was faint but ever-present, a comforting white noise of distant traffic, murmuring pedestrians, and the occasional chime of a passing bicycle. His gaze drifted across the room in a daze, confusion knitting his brows. Then, as if jolted by an unseen force, he sat up abruptly, eyes scanning his unfamiliar surroundings.
"Where the hell am I?" he pondered aloud. This was a new sight to him. Suddenly, he felt a breeze between his legs. The man looked down and saw his dragon resting peacefully.
"I'm naked for some reason. Did they take my organs or something? Nah, I don't see or feel any cuts or stitches," he thought.
He stood up, further assessing his current location. He was in a small apartment with two rooms: the bathroom and the bedroom, which was mixed with the kitchen, etc.
He found everything to be very familiar, even though he couldn't recall anything. But one thing he knew was that he was no longer in his old city. How did he know that? Well, just from looking outside the window. He saw the beautiful blue sea not far from where he was.
'My name is Travis in this place. Wait, did I get transmigrated? That would make a lot of sense, even though it normally wouldn't. Hmm, Travis Blackthorn, that's my name. I'm 20, and I recently returned from the army. That means I was born here. But I don't remember much about my family and stuff. Guess this body was on autopilot for its whole life till now. Man, it's funny that I find this situation completely normal,' he thought.
Travis had black hair and semi-black eyes. He stared down at his body, noticing how well-toned he was. Something he was very proud of, especially his dragon, which even though was lying dormant, could still instill fear in his enemies (women).
He took the phone from his desk and opened it. It was very empty, not even a single picture inside it except some screenshots of funny memes from Twitter. But there was one thing that wasn't empty: his bank account.
Bank Account Balance:
Account Holder: Travis Blackthorn (TRB)
Balance: $100,000,000,000,000
' A hundred trillion dollars!! Where the hell did I get that? Do I have a hidden family backing me up. I mean, my last name does sound pretty cool not gonna lie. Wow, Umm I hope the IRS doesn't come get me. I literally have more money then they owe, I don't know who they owe though. ' he thought.
Suddenly a screen appeared infront of Travis's face, which surprised him, making him fall back on his ass.
" Huh"
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Welcome Screen
Hello Travis,
You are now in a world with multiple of your favorite Korean hentai manhwas—or pornhwas for short.
In this city, almost all pornhwa characters reside here. To attain immortality and eternal peace, you must cuck all protagonists. Use your nigh-infinite money to do whatever you wish. When you meet a character, a screen will pop up, showing their name and other details.
Good luck and have fun!
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"No way… This can’t be real." Travis blinked in disbelief, then let out a slow, exhilarated breath.
"I’m in a pornhwa verse? Holy shit." A grin stretched across his face. The initial shock quickly gave way to excitement as the realization sank in.
He had always fantasized about meeting his favorite Korean women—especially the stunning, mature ones who exuded confidence and allure. Now, that dream was his reality. "This is gonna be fun."
With a newfound sense of purpose, Travis felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The worries he had carried—especially about the massive sum of money in his possession—suddenly seemed insignificant. This was a fresh start, a world full of opportunities, and he wasn’t going to waste a second of it.
Determined to make a strong first impression, he took his time selecting the perfect outfit. Something stylish yet casual, the kind of look that would turn heads without trying too hard. As he pulled on his clothes, anticipation hummed in his veins. The city outside his window was alive, waiting for him to step out and experience it firsthand.
As he reached for the door and swung it open, a rush of cool air met him, carrying the crisp scent of Seoul’s urban atmosphere. The faint aroma of street food—grilled meat, fresh tteokbokki, and something sweet—mixed with the distant hum of traffic. The city’s energy was undeniable, a mix of chaos and charm that made his pulse quicken. For a brief moment, he stood still, letting the reality of his situation settle in.
This was it. A new world, a new life, and an adventure he was more than ready to dive into.
Travis leaned back in his chair, staring at the city skyline from his window. Neon lights flickered in the distance, illuminating the bustling streets below. This place was a goldmine for Pornhwa, a city teeming with stories of lust, seduction, and power plays.
He had read enough to know that 99% of them took place right here. A part of him found that overwhelming—so many choices, so many women—but he wasn’t in a rush. He planned to take his time, savor each story, and make his mark in every single one.
Still, he had priorities. Before anything else, he needed to start small. A short Pornhwa would be the perfect entry point—just enough to get his feet wet, to understand how things worked in this world. More importantly, he had one personal mission:
"I gotta lose my V-card. Man, I hope it’s to a MILF."
A smirk played on his lips as he imagined all the women he would meet. Sultry office workers, lonely housewives, seductive classmates—this city had it all. But for now, he needed to focus. He turned his gaze back to the window, idly scanning the street below.
That’s when he saw her.
A woman with dark blue hair stepped out of his very own apartment building. Even from a distance, she had an aura of confidence—her hips swayed with an effortless allure, her form-fitting outfit hugging her curves in all the right places.
Curiosity piqued, Travis stepped out onto the balcony, leaning against the railing for a better look. As the city breeze ruffled his hair, recognition hit him like a bolt of lightning. His lips curled into a grin.
"I know exactly which Pornhwa I’m starting with."
This was Not Safe for Work. A short series—only a handful of chapters before it was abruptly axed—but that worked in his favor. It had four heroines, each with their own charm, and he knew precisely how to bend them all to his will.
His grip tightened on the railing as excitement bubbled in his chest.
"Alright time to cook "
TO BE CONTINUED
