Vol 1 Chapter 1 – I Quit Looking at Porn Sites and Got Isekai’d

One of the perks of upgrading from a flip phone to a smartphone is how much easier it gets to browse adult sites.

Makes sense, right? It’s basically a pocket PC. Prices range from budget to premium, storage varies, but at the end of the day, buying a smartphone isn’t all that different from buying a computer. The main distinction is that almost everyone uses one daily — it’s practically a utility line at this point.

But here’s the thing. Precisely because that’s the world we live in, pulling out a book while everyone else is glued to their phones makes you look smarter by comparison.

Why was I thinking about that? Because there’s a recurring character in the late-night anime I’ve been watching who does exactly that.

So, naturally —

The conclusion I reached was to ditch the adult sites and switch to books. Except the walking-while-staring-at-my-phone habit hadn’t gone anywhere, so I started walking while reading instead. What I hadn’t accounted for was the fact that a book blocks more of your field of vision than a phone—absolute genius, I know.

I walked face-first into a utility pole. Forehead-first, actually. It hurt, it was embarrassing, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. The silver lining was that nobody seemed to have witnessed it… probably.

It hurt enough to drop me to my knees, so I crouched right there on the pavement, hands pressed to my head—perfectly normal human reaction. Were my reflexes slow? Yeah, well, shut up.

Once the pain faded enough, I lifted my head with a firm resolution: no more walking and reading. The concrete utility pole I’d face-planted into had apparently transformed into a sturdy-looking wooden sign. I hadn’t exactly stopped to read whatever ad was on the pole before the collision, but I was pretty sure no ad in modern society read “Royal Capital: approx. 300m North.” At least, I hoped not.

Hang on. Hang on, hang on, hang on. Something is very wrong here. This is Japan. More specifically, this is somewhere in a Tokyo ward because I was on my way home from college. There is no way — no way — that a wholesome wooden sign just casually exists in the cultural and industrial heart of Japan (lol).

Was it one of those artisanal coffee shop signs? That would make slightly more sense, but even then, this thing was huge.

Shaking my head, I looked up — and instead of buildings, concrete, asphalt, and cars… There were grass, babbling streams, wind, and forest.

What.

Changing the UI settings this abruptly and expecting the user to keep up — not okay. Feels like certain novel-hosting websites I could name.

But I digress.

Apparently, if a human panics hard enough and crosses a certain threshold, they loop back to calm. Filed that away as useless knowledge.

I mean, I was probably in maximum-panic mode. I just… had nowhere left to go with it. When the shock maxes out, and you can’t even scream anymore, all a person can do is stare blankly into space. Not that I needed an excuse to space out — that’s my default state anyway.

“Oh my. You’re unarmed… That’s dangerous, you know. Traveling this lightly equipped.”

“…Huh?”

The voice came from directly behind me. I spun around — and there was a girl with a furrowed brow, looking at me like I was the most exhausting thing she’d encountered all day. Stunning ch— ahem. Just a girl.

Ba-dump.

“You’re too young to be throwing your life away. About my age, I’d guess. Don’t go doing anything rash.”

“I… uh… no… I wasn’t…”

“What is it?”

She wore a white A-line coat embroidered with gold trim — not flashy, but unmistakably refined. Over navy tights, both thighs were fitted with garter belts and holsters. Cosplay? I’d only ever seen that loadout in mobile games.

And holstered inside, politely, were two matching pistols. A matched set. Wait, those aren’t real… right? …Right? They looked real. That’s terrifying. Who carries that?

Her face, though. Her face was devastatingly cute. Fair-skinned, double-lidded eyes — textbook beautiful girl. The kind of face that would make complete sense on an influencer or a celebrity. But before I could even think about flirting, there was a more pressing issue demanding my attention.

Why is her hair light blue?