Reborn or Time-Slipped?

Yang Tao had felt that something was off ever since he got up that morning. He wondered if he had been reborn, or maybe time-slipped into another life.

But he had no proof, and nothing in his surroundings could confirm whether he had been reborn or sent through time. If anything, only the sensations in his own body made him feel that something was seriously wrong.

Nothing in the house had changed. He checked the calendar and the time, and nothing looked different. Even his own appearance was unchanged. He was still as handsome as ever.

And yet Yang Tao was certain that this was not an environment he was familiar with.

He could clearly feel a different set of memories in his head, memories of things he had never actually experienced, so why did he remember them so vividly?

And now it was 2021. The Hong Kong actresses from the 1980s and 1990s had long since aged into yesterday's news, but those memories told him they were still in the flush of youth.

"Could I have time-slipped into the body of someone else in the same era?" Yang Tao was puzzled, but with his knowledge and experience, he was nowhere near being able to answer that question.

So if there was a problem he couldn't solve right now, he wouldn't think about it. If he didn't think about it, the problem wouldn't exist.

Today was Monday, August 6, 2021, and it was work time. But Yang Tao had no mind for work. From the moment the alarm jolted him awake at 8:00 a.m. until now, nearly ten in the morning, he had been dazed ever since he looked at this tiny single room.

The WeChat ringtone rang, jolting Yang Tao out of his thoughts.

He glanced over and saw it was a voice call from his boss.

Yang Tao frowned. In his memories, the original owner of this body had worked as a planner at a private company with a few dozen employees, earning seven or eight thousand yuan a month.

That wasn't bad for Changsha, so the predecessor, who had graduated only two years earlier, treasured the job very much. That only made his boss squeeze him harder and more ruthlessly.

He answered the call and kept his tone as low as possible, trying to sound calm. "Mr. Wu."

At once, a dull voice came from the other end, thick with anger. "Yang Tao! What the hell is wrong with you? Why aren't you at work yet?"

"It's like this. I woke up feeling a little unwell today, so I went to the hospital. On the way there my phone died, and I just found a shared power bank and got it charged again."

Yang Tao made up an excuse without the slightest panic. It came out of his mouth instantly.

He had only just arrived here, and he still didn't understand a lot of things. Otherwise he would have directly shot back at him and told that bastard Wu to get lost.

Yang Tao had never been a man with a good temper.

"Can you come in this afternoon?" Boss Wu didn't ask how Yang Tao was feeling. He only asked whether he could come to work in the afternoon.

Yang Tao took a deep breath, forced down his anger, and said flatly, "I probably can't make it today. I still have to pick up my test results this afternoon."

"Fine. Since you didn't ask for leave in advance, that counts as absenteeism. No full-attendance bonus for you this month, and today's pay will be docked at double rate." After saying that, Boss Wu hung up.

After the call ended, Yang Tao gave a cold laugh. "Just wait until I sort this whole mess out. Then we'll see."

The Yang Tao who had come over was originally an orphan. Because he had grown up without anyone to rely on, he had developed a prickly, unruly personality from childhood. He had always been the one bullying others; no one had ever bullied him.

He was not like the predecessor, someone who would swallow his anger just because of work.

But he was still a reasonable man. He always believed in winning people over with virtue.

Yang Tao lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and began sorting through the predecessor's memories. He found that the predecessor looked exactly like him and was also an ordinary man, even sharing the same name: Yang Tao.

The difference was that the predecessor had both parents, while he had been an orphan since childhood. That was a fundamental difference.

He also discovered that this world was actually pretty much the same as the one he had come from. Whether it was the social structure, the cultural environment, or the course of history, ninety-nine percent of it was identical. Only a few details in literature and entertainment were slightly different.

For example, the Hong Kong actresses from the 1980s and 1990s were still young here. People like Chow Wai-man, Li Jiaxin, and Wang Zuxian were already in their fifties or sixties in his original world, but here they were only in their twenties. And some films that had become huge hits in his original world didn't even exist here.

There were also some other minor differences in other areas, but overall they weren't very obvious.

That only made Yang Tao more curious. How had he ended up time-slipping for no reason at all?

Fine, no cheat ability. And he hadn't time-slipped into some rich, powerful, high-status person either. What was the point of sending him here?

To make him suffer in his old world, so they could find him something else to do?

Most importantly, everyone else who time-slipped got a cheat ability, or else they ended up in a world that was drastically different and gave them room to shine. This world did have some room for maneuver in the entertainment industry, but right now he was just an ordinary guy with no capital. How was he supposed to get into show business and stir things up?

Was he supposed to claw his way in step by step?

That was way too hard.

After spending several hours sorting through the memories, Yang Tao finally finished. He discovered that the predecessor was also a poor wretch like him. Even though the predecessor had both parents and they loved him very much, he had been timid since childhood, the sort of person anyone could bully a little. And at twenty-four, he was still a virgin.

What a waste of a man's body and such a handsome face.

Because the two of them looked exactly alike, whichever Yang Tao you looked at, his face was fairly handsome. Not some outrageous pretty boy, but good-looking enough that plenty of women liked him.

That was why Yang Tao in his previous life, even without money, had never gone without women. He always had a girlfriend around.

But being lustful was a man's nature. None of the girlfriends he dated ever lasted longer than a year.

Once he finished sorting through the memories, Yang Tao found himself in a very awkward situation.

His cock still hadn't gone soft.

He had woken up at 8:00 a.m., and now it was after 3:00 p.m. More than seven hours had already passed. At first Yang Tao thought this body was still a virgin and that he was having an especially strong morning erection. But as time passed, his cock showed no sign of going soft at all. If anything, it was getting harder.

Yang Tao had been busy sorting through memories, so he hadn't paid much attention. He only ate a piece of bread when he got hungry in the middle. Now that so much time had passed and his cock was still rock hard, he was finally starting to panic.

For men, especially young men, spontaneous erections are perfectly normal if they haven't been overindulging or staying up all night for long periods of time, especially when they see a beautiful woman or get stimulated and start fantasizing in their head.

But at most, an erection lasts for a few dozen minutes before slowly going soft, because an erection requires blood to flood the erectile tissue. If blood keeps feeding the cock like that, it will cause problems in the body.

And staying hard all the time was one thing when he had been deeply focused on sorting through memories, but now the memories were sorted and he had relaxed. The desire pulsing up from below was beginning to eat away at Yang Tao's rationality.

Yang Tao looked down. This was the first time he had seriously examined his own cock after finishing everything. He hadn't measured it exactly, but by rough estimate it had to be about eighteen or nineteen centimeters long, with a thickness close to four-fifths the width of a mineral water bottle.

"Fuck! Why is it this big?" Yang Tao was shocked himself. With a cock this huge, if he fucked a woman and wasn't careful, wouldn't he kill her outright?

It was dark and glossy, the glans round as an egg, smooth and gleaming under the light, standing straight up like a black dragon.

From time to time, a little clear pre-cum leaked from the urethral opening. The part of his underwear pressed up against the glans was already soaked through, and it felt slippery the moment he touched it.

"What the hell is going on? Hah... damn, that feels good!"

Yang Tao was very confused. No normal person could stay hard for seven or eight hours. Even if you spent the whole time watching Japanese porn, you still couldn't stay hard forever, because blood flow always had a limit.

The body would automatically start protective measures.

Yang Tao couldn't help clenching one hand into a fist and giving it a light stroke. Instantly, overwhelming pleasure flooded his cerebral cortex and he let out an involuntary moan.

"No, if this keeps up, I won't be killed by this world. I'll be killed by my cock. I need to deal with it first."

Yang Tao made up his mind right away: he would jerk off and finish first. In his understanding, no matter how hard a man got, once he came, there would always be some kind of buffer afterward. For a short while, he wouldn't be horny.

He opened the porn saved on his phone and started stroking himself while he watched.

Under his hand, that rock-hard cock was stroked again and again, and the pleasure transmitted by that little organ made his whole body unbearably satisfied.

The porn star was a newer-generation actress from the past two years, named Mizubo Sakura. Her acting wasn't much to speak of, and her expressions were stiff, but her body was definitely something else. Her skin was fair, her tits were high and firm, at least G-cup and maybe even bigger, and her waist was also very slim.

Of course, Japanese cup sizes were exaggerated. On average they ran more than two cups larger than in China. For example, a woman who was an A-cup in China would be a C-cup in Japan. Those question marks were there in the source, but they added nothing useful here.

She was the perfect choice for jerking off.

Jacking off was different from fucking. The pleasure was far more intense than sex, because the fierce friction between the foreskin and the corona produced a powerful rush, making you want to ejaculate quickly.

Yang Tao had had girlfriends before, but he still occasionally watched porn. That was a man's base instinct. Whether out of a desire to learn or simply because something was novel, almost no man had never watched porn.

In less than five minutes of rapid stroking, a surge of orgasmic pleasure shot straight into Yang Tao's cerebral cortex. He let out a few muffled groans, and six or seven thick, milky-white ropes of semen spurted out.

They soaked his groin and chest, and even the blanket and bedsheet were splattered with quite a bit of it.

"A virgin is just different. Even his cum comes out especially forcefully." After he came, Yang Tao was left with a brief sense of emptiness, and for a moment he even thought masturbation was a shameful thing.

In his previous life, Yang Tao never lacked sex. He had sex once every three days or so, and basically as soon as he accumulated some semen, he shot it out. Men sleeping with women don't just enjoy the thrill of conquest during the act; ejaculation is one of the most important pleasures for a man.

And the more semen you had, the stronger the pleasure of ejaculation. Yang Tao hadn't felt this good in a long time.

Before, every time he came, it was only a tiny bit, not even enough to fill a bottle cap.

What kind of pleasure was that?

After resting for a while, Yang Tao thought his cock would slowly go soft. But after waiting more than ten minutes, not only had it not softened, it had gotten even harder.

So hard that it actually hurt a little.

"What the hell is going on? Could this be a side effect of time-slipping?" Yang Tao gritted his teeth. Staying hard like this made everything inconvenient. He couldn't even put on his pants properly.

He started looking for a solution and jerked off again, but there was still no sign of softening. Then he rinsed himself with cold water, but the stream hitting his penis only brought more pleasure, and he ended up masturbating again.

It felt good, and the pleasure from each orgasm was intense, but Yang Tao was getting more and more panicked.

Because not only had he not gone soft, he was getting harder and harder.

Then he took a chunk of ice out of the fridge and tried to cool himself down, only to discover yet another kind of sensation.

Back and forth like that, he kept dragging it out until after 7:00 p.m. Yang Tao had jerked off four or five times, but his penis still showed no sign of going soft, and even the amount of semen he shot out showed no sign of decreasing.

Yang Tao felt that he might actually burn to death from lust, because by now his brain had already started to feel slightly oxygen-deprived, and every so often it would go fuzzy.

"Jacking off won't work. Sex should work, right?" Yang Tao didn't want to die, so the idea of paying for a prostitute came to him.

Once he thought of it, he acted on it. He just hadn't expected that this body's virginity would end up going to a sex worker. He only wondered whether the girl would expect a red envelope or something.

Yang Tao got dressed. Although his stomach was growling with hunger, he didn't have any interest in eating. He just wanted to solve the physical problem as quickly as possible.

He found a pair of loose beach shorts to wear, but the bulge in his crotch rose high and obvious. He had no choice but to stuff one hand into his pants and press it down hard, so he wouldn't look too awkward.

In his previous life, Yang Tao also lived in Changsha, so he was fairly familiar with the city. And since the social environment in this world was the same, once he got outside, he simply hailed a cab and told the driver to take him to the nearest bathhouse and sauna club.