My phone buzzed with notifications as I scrolled through social media, grinning at the posts from fellow survivors who had made it through this grueling month.
@Survivor69: Made it through NNN! Can’t wait for Dec 1st! #Freedom #NNNChampion
@BeastMode: The wait is almost over! Who’s ready to break the chains? #DecemberRelease
@GammaOmegaDelta: Boys! My time has cum! #WelCumDDD
@VelvetBlack: Congratulations for the men who successfully finished the challenge! We salute you! #PressF #NNN #HelloDDD
Can't help but smile at their quotes. We had done it. We had resisted. We were champions. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, my anticipation grew.
My desk was an altar of indulgence: lotion, tissues, and my favorite, uh, motivational videos queued up. I glanced at the clock. 11:59 PM. Almost there.
I chuckled to myself, realizing I looked like someone who hadn’t touched grass for some time. I glanced at the time and listened to each tick of the clock echoing in my head.
12:00 AM.
December 1st.
Finally!
I reached for the lotion, hands trembling with anticipation, as I prepared to finally break free from my self-imposed prison. I was about to reclaim my pleasure.
But something was wrong.
As I got into the nice pace of pounding rhythm, a peculiar tightness gripped my chest, like being crushed. I gasped, it was painful. The sensation grew more intense, spreading through my body. Panic set in. “Fuck, my chest!” I gripped my chest, trying to hold on something as I losing my balance due to the pain, but the lotion spilled and the tissues fell, rolling into a mess.
My vision blurred, the room spinning around me like I was drunk. I gasped for air but collapsed on the floor. Then my vision darkening, and the last thing I saw was the mocking glow of the clock: 12:01 AM.
When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in my room. Instead, I was surrounded by a hazy light—fog, maybe? It was hard to tell. I seemed to be moving forward without conscious effort, probably a lucid dream of some kind. I had experienced something like this before after all.
Then, my sight became clearer, and I found myself standing on a surface—stone? Brick?—it was hard to distinguish, but something caught my eyes and spread out before me.
A lot of people stood, facing me.
"All of you! Pay homage to Imperial Prince Alexios Forque y Parpaldia!" someone shouted, finally snapping me back to reality as I realized.
The people before me bowed deeply.
Holy shit, what's going?
My head swept left and right, trying to get answers and understand the situation. Everyone was looking at me with a mix of respect, fear, and hostility, but most were definitely bowing before me. Why? Shouldn't that so-called... I paused for a moment.
At that instant, I realized it, I am that person.
I had become a Prince.
"By his Highness Alexios's order! You shall offer your body and loyalty to topple the imperial regime that stole his rightful claim to the throne and brazenly labeled him a rebel! For the glory of Parpaldia! They shalt not be forgiven until rooted out! This shall be the beginning of the reclamation of the rightful owner of the throne!"
And apparently, not just any normal Prince but I had become a rebel Prince.
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That Time I Beat My Meat Too Much, And Reincarnated As Parpaldian Rebel Prince
FanfictionAs title's suggest. Our MC is inserted in the world of Nihonkoku Shoukan, died after beating his meat at December's first and now, opened his eyes to realized, he's leading a rebellion against his brother. Crown Prince Ludius. All rights reserved to...
