Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?)

When I wake up, the first thing I see is my room filled with empty alcohol cans, dirty tissues, junk food wrappers, and unhygienic trash scattered everywhere, with all sorts of obscene content spread all over, making it difficult for me to walk on the floor.

....Hmm? Was this place always like this?

I think I remember that when I started living alone after renting this apartment, I always tried to keep it as elegant and organized as possible, though ever since the "master" arrived, it became a very ruined place to live.

But well, since "I shouldn't feel any discomfort related to the master," I suppose I was just thinking unnecessary things...

So, composing myself, I decided to get up, slowly crawling across the filthy floor, being careful not to make any noise that might wake the "master" from their nap because, after all, "there is no greater honor than serving the master," who was snoring loudly while sleeping comfortably in my bed.

Since the "master" arrived, they naturally sleep in my bed while I sleep on the floor completely naked, as it should be, so I must always get up very carefully not to make any noise that might disturb their sleep.

After leaving the room and finally reaching the bathroom, I begin my routine by looking at my appearance in the mirror in front of me.

The first thing I notice about my reflection is my swollen pregnant belly, which is close to giving birth. Although at first it made me uncomfortable and restricted my movements, I have now gotten used to it, being able to continue my usual routine.

The next thing that stands out are my large, sagging breasts that have words like "perverted toilet" or "ruined life" tattooed on them, as well as other words tattooed on other parts of my body usually hidden by clothes.

Originally, my body wasn't like this, but since the "master" arrived, it has deteriorated to fulfill their orders.

Once I finish checking my current state, I continue my routine by entering the shower and turning on the cold water tap strongly to soak my hair, face, stomach, and breasts in ice-cold water.

After washing myself with the ice-cold water, I dry myself with a dirty, worn cloth before heading to the kitchen.

Once I reach the kitchen, I proceed to open the freezer to extract a container of frozen food that I heat in the microwave while masturbating to warm myself up.

"Hmph! Hmph... hmph, hmph...!"

Since the "master" ordered me not to wear clothes and that when I feel cold, "I must masturbate to get warm," it means that to avoid dying of hypothermia, I must desperately masturbate, especially on cold nights, if I want to survive...

"Master, I brought your breakfast..."

"You took too long!"

Those were the first words of the "master" I heard upon entering the room, where I was greeted by their majestic feminine and youthful figure.

But I had no time to lose myself in the "master's" figure, seeing the unforgivable mistake I had made by being late to bring their breakfast.

"I am so sorry!!"

So, after delivering their breakfast, I prostrated myself before the "master" to beg for forgiveness while they began to eat.

In this way, while feeling frustrated by my own ineptitude, after a while the "master" finished eating and then spilled the remains on the floor in front of me.

"Look, be grateful I feed you."

"Yes, thank you very much!"

The scraps scattered on the floor were mostly things like fish bones or fruit peels that I devoured and chewed, trembling with joy.

"How much longer will you take? Get up, I don't have all day!"

"Yes!"

"Hey, say your name."

"My name is 'trash bathroom'!"

"Ahahahahaha! You've really fallen low!"

At my answer, the "master" seemed very amused, and while laughing heartily, slowly calmed down after receiving a message.

"Tch... That damn guy is still chasing me... I guess I've had enough of this place, so I'm leaving."

"What?! But the master lives here, you can't leave...!"

"What are you talking about? This was originally your house, so I'm just giving it back to you."

When the "master" said that, I remembered how this house had been rented by my parents when I started university.

Wait... What are these memories? I should be a human dumpster, why would I have parents...?

"Playing with your head was very fun, so I'll give you a gift."

"A gift?"

"That's right, tell me, what's your dream?"

"My dream is to help people in need through the study of nutrition."

"Wrong, your dream is to serve a big dick you find as a good dumpster consumed by sexual desire."

"Uh... I-is that... my dream...?"

"Why are you reacting like that? Of course, you should be happy!"

"Yes! I'm very happy!"

At the "master's" words, I couldn't help but feel very excited after discovering what my true dream really was.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot, what do you think of that brat in your stomach?"

"I think it's a precious life that..."

"Hate it."

Upon hearing the "master's" words, all my feelings for the baby in my womb disappeared and were replaced by an intense emotion of hatred that filled my heart.

"It's really annoying! It's heavy, it ruins my figure and sense of balance, and it prevents me from enjoying sex with men! I'm going to hurt my stomach as much as I can before it's born...!"

"That would be too cruel even by my standards... So you should love it."

Then, suddenly, all my feelings of hatred disappeared, replaced by immense affection and appreciation for the miracle of being able to have a child, which led me to rub my stomach lovingly.

"I'm so looking forward to it being born! I already want to raise it as a mother!"

The "master" seemed to be holding back laughter at what I said while looking at me in a condescending way.

"Well, I guess I'm leaving before that annoying pursuer arrives, so forget everything related to me and just remember that everything you did until now was of your own free will."

The next instant, I lost consciousness, although I could still see and hear, I couldn't understand anything.

"I'll leave you some extra 'orders', starting with the brat's gender, because if it's a girl, you'll raise her to be just like you, but if it's a boy, you'll raise him to be a playboy. Oh, yes, and I almost forgot, but I ordered you a package with more things so you can continue developing your sexuality, so be attentive to its arrival."

After that, I heard the sound of the door closing and footsteps getting further and further away until they disappeared, leaving everything in silence.

"Uh... what was I doing...?"

When I regained consciousness, I felt as if I had woken up after a long time, remembering everything that had happened until now as I looked around.

The whole room was so dirty and filthy that it seemed impossible to believe how organized it looked when it was first given to me...

Well, I couldn't help it, since I'm "a lazy person who doesn't like to clean" and who "loves to be dirty," which is why I cut my beautiful long hair, styled into a messy short one with dandruff.

And I even dropped out of university for "getting addicted to sex" while accumulating a large monetary debt to live a lazy life.

"Well, I guess I have to work... After all, I have to do it for the sake of this child..."

Since I'm going to be a mother, I must set aside being lazy for now for the sake of this baby's future, because if it's a girl, I'll raise her to be fucked by a man, and if it's a boy, I'll raise him to be energetic so he can fuck me as soon as possible. I'm so excited!

"I have to think of a job I can get quickly!"

To begin with, it must be one where I can be hired even with a body full of perverted tattoos and being pregnant, where I can serve someone with a magnificent dick.

Maybe a company that prostitutes pregnant women or records weird porn?

Well, before doing anything, I must first get clothes, since "as I threw away all my clothes myself," I have nothing to wear, so I'll wait until late at night to go out to a dumpster to find something to wear.

So, in that way, I spent the day lying on the floor masturbating until late at night when...

(Ding, dong!)

"It's a delivery!!"

"I'm coming!"

I opened the door, wearing only the yellowish bathroom rag over my body to receive the delivery person.

"I'm sorry for the dela—! ?!"

"What's wrong?"

The delivery person was a small boy with feminine features, silver hair, and white eyes, who stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing me before uttering:

".... Echidna, please."

At which point I lost consciousness, seeing him put the palm of his hand over his face...