And so here i was.
Now, someone with the slightest bit of a working brain woud have expected my situation to turn all dark and confusing. Some creepy fog. Eerie howls. Maybe an eldritch horror charging at me with fifty eyeballs and a mouth in its armpit.
And honestly, same.
I was half ready to throw hands with a tree demon or get isekai-murdered by a bush.
Instead?
Nothing.
Just the rustle of the swaying trees, and the smooth whisper of the passing breeze. No roars. No evil laughter. No eldritch nightmares lurking behind rocks. Just… peace.
And it was unsettling.
I sat there for a few seconds, ass on the cold ground, trying to process what was worse—dying alone in my studio apartment mid-fap, or reincarnating naked into some magical forest where nothing was happening.
This was supposed to be the part where I meet a goddess. Or a slime. Or a sentient sword. Instead, I'm out here playing "Guess That Leaf" with Mother Nature.
And then suddenly, out of knowhere, a chime. Making me jump involuntarily.
Nearby female detected. 28 meters.
[You've been idle too long.]
Suggestion: Approach with confidence.
I sighed in resignation.
"...Ofcourse you'd say that."
Giving myself a moment to bask in the stupidity of it all, I let out another sigh and pushed myself to my feet, brushing off twigs, dirt, and what I hoped wasn't animal droppings.
Just on queue, bushes rustled somewhere ahead—faint, but noticeable. And not wind this time. Too sharp. Too specific.
I froze.
Rustle.
There it was again. This time closer. Lighter. A human...?
I crouched low, instinct kicking in even though I had zero training outside of hiding from my landlord.
Then a shadow moved—just beyond the underbrush.
I narrowed my eyes, heart beating faster. The air shifted. Leaves parted.
And that's when I saw her.
Boots first. Light leather. Then toned legs, dusty from travel. A short green skirt that did absolutely nothing to hide her thighs. And above that—armor snug against curves that shouldn't belong to someone wandering the woods alone.
Short silver hair. Sharp eyes scanning the ground like she'd lost something important.
She didn't notice me.
Yet.
[Scanning...]
Target Identified: Nyssa
Class: Hunter
Fertility Rating: A+
Libido: Dormant
Breeding Compatibility: 79%
Mood: Focused
Unlock Pathways: Assist in Retrieval / Assertive Engagement
Status: Breedable (Locked)
Holy shit.
She looked like she could snap me in half—or ride me into early resurrection.
And I looked like a naked idiot hiding behind a bush with a semi.
This was it. My moment.
I just had to say something clever.
Something cool. Memorable.
Something that wouldn't get me stabbed.
I straightened up, stepped out from behind the brush, and said:
"…Hey."
Nailed it.
She looked up.
Eyes went wide. She froze. Her gaze dropped—real quick—then snapped back to my face like I wouldn't notice.
"You're… naked."
I nodded. "Technically, yes. But spiritually? Dressed for the occasion."
She blinked. "What occasion?"
"First contact. With the hottest woman I've seen in both lives."
Her lips parted like she was about to cuss me out.
[Passive: Raw Appeal – Triggered]
Reaction: Mixed. She's confused but curious.
Mood Shift: +5%
She didn't pull her weapon. Yet.
Progress.
She eyed me for a long second, lips pressed in a flat line, like she was mentally filing me somewhere between "village idiot" and "possible forest pervert."
"What are you doing out here?"
I shrugged. "Surviving."
"Naked."
"Not by choice. Some cosmic pervert decided this was the best way to spawn me."
She narrowed her eyes. And for a second, I expected a sword to my throat.
Instead, she just… stared. Like she was trying to figure out if I was serious.
Which, to be fair, I wasn't entirely sure of myself.
Because I had no idea where this confidence was coming from.
Sure, I cracked jokes before—but never like this. Not with hot girls. Not while being completely exposed. I should've been stammering, covering myself with leaves, begging for help like a lost dog.
Instead?
I was smirking. Making eye contact. Throwing out one-liners like I had plot armor and a main character aura.
[Charm Boost Active – Degenerate's Daring]
Status: Minor Confidence Enhancement Applied
Libido Resistance: Suppressed (Temporary)
Oh.
Well. That explained that.
I didn't feel normal. I felt... dialed up. Like my inner douchebag was being piloted by someone who knew what they were doing.
Still, I wasn't complaining.
"Got a name?" I asked, voice steady.
"…Nyssa."
"Nice. I'm—uh…"
[Host name not yet registered.]
Defaulting to: Jack
"Jack," I finished. "Pleasure to meet you, Nyssa."
She gave me a once-over, slow and clinical. "You're going to freeze to death, Jack."
"Probably," I said. "Unless you know where a guy can find pants. Or a leaf the size of a bath towel."
She looked like she was about to walk off.
Then—
Snap!
A sharp, metallic crack echoed through the trees.
Nyssa's expression changed instantly. She spun toward the sound, one hand already reaching for the bow strapped across her back.
"That was one of my traps," she muttered, and without another word, bolted into the woods.
I ran after her. Still barefoot. Still swinging. Still not thinking.
Branches slapped my face. Twigs jabbed my feet. I didn't slow down.
The clearing appeared fast—a snare trap, half-sprung, clenched tight around the leg of a massive boar. It thrashed and snarled, foam dripping from its mouth.
Nyssa raised her bow, circling for a shot. "Damn it, if it breaks loose—"
[Opportunity Detected.]
Situation: Hostile creature. Female under threat.
Objective: Assist
Reward: Progress with Nyssa
Hint: Be fast. Be useful. Be cool.
I didn't think—I moved.
Snatched up a jagged branch nearby, charged at an angle while Nyssa distracted it with a sharp whistle.
The boar bucked, eyes rolling, but I jammed the makeshift spear hard into its ribs. It squealed, tried to turn.
Nyssa's arrow caught it clean through the neck. It staggered. One last twitch—and dropped.
Silence.
I stood there, panting. Blood on my chest. Splinters in my hands. Still mostly naked, but a lot more dangerous.
Nyssa lowered her bow. Her gaze was unreadable.
[+15 Affinity with Nyssa]
Current Mood: Impressed
Unlock Progress: 21%
"…Not bad," she muttered. "For a guy with his dick out."
I grinned. "I do my best work under pressure."
She looked away quickly, ears slightly red. Reached into her pouch, pulled out a small cloth, and tossed it at me.
"Cover up. And help me drag this thing. If you're going to wander around naked, you might as well make yourself useful."
I caught the cloth. It was barely a rag, but I tied it around my waist like it was a royal sash.
"Lead the way, Huntress."
She didn't smile.
But she didn't walk away either.