Reincarnated With The Pornstar Class In Another World

Slurp~

Slurp~

Slurp~

"Haa! Haa!"

"IYAAAAAAAN~"

My legs stiffen as the prostitute beneath me lets out a loud moan, and I begin to release my heavy load—but suddenly, my chest tightens and a sharp pain stabs through it.

A heart attack.

"ARGH!!!!" I groan sharply, trying to pull away, but the prostitute wraps her legs around me, pulling me in even deeper.

"Finish inside me, Mister—ahn~"

Those are the last words I hear before my consciousness begins to slip away. My eyes are tainted red, and I see Thanatos standing before me with his dangerously sharp scythe.

I don’t need to be told. I instantly know I’m at death’s door. While I’m fighting for my life, this prostitute thinks I’m cumming. Well... maybe I am—coming to my own death.

If only... if only I hadn’t come to this brothel, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

It all started after I turned legal age without having a girlfriend or even a female friend with benefits, so I decided to pop my cherry at a brothel. But who knew it would end like this?

My consciousness fades as Thanatos swings down his scythe, taking my life.

But for some reason, even after dying, I’m still aware of my consciousness despite not being in a body. It feels like I exist in a space of pure nothingness.

In my confusion, I feel a sudden surge of energy, like I’m being pulled into something, making my senses grow fuzzy.

This time feels different, as if I’m inside another body. I hear voices around me and can smell my surroundings. Then my eyes snap open.

"Slave No. 5!"

"A healthy cat-woman, standing four feet eleven. She is twenty-one years old. Her breast size is E-cup round breasts. Reports also state she’s in fairly used condition, meaning she has only been touched a few times, so you should expect good pussy mileage. To top it all off, she has the Warrior Class! Her starting price is Ten Silver Coins!"

"Twelve silver coins!"

"Twenty silver coins!"

"Fifty silver coins!"

"Look at those thick arms and nice curves. That’s killing two birds with one stone. You get a warrior and a sex-slave at the same time!"

"One hundred silver coins!"

"Two gold coins!"

"...."

"Going once... Going twice... SOLD!"

The auctioneer slams a wooden bar onto the platform before him, and the cat-woman in shackles is taken away while sobbing.

What the heck is happening?

I look down and see thick metal shackles on my legs and cuffs on my hands, linked to several other shackles binding multiple people in a straight line. We’re all wearing the same type of clothes with numbers written on them. Strange people with different features stand beside me, some look like humanoid dogs, some have horns and goat legs, while others appear completely human.

I instantly realize what happened as a wave of alien memories crashes into my mind. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

I transmigrated into another world... into the body of a vampire.

I try accessing this body’s memories to find out how I ended up here, but no matter how hard I try, nothing comes. The only memory I have is of the slave house.

Right now, we are at an auction, being auctioned off to slave masters. A huge platform holds all the slaves lined up behind the auctioneer, with heavily armed men standing behind us.

Below the platform stretches a large hall capable of holding about two hundred people, all wearing masks to conceal their identities.

After one of the armed men takes the cat-woman out of sight, I quickly realize the next one in line is the scrawny boy in front of me. He has goat-like legs and curved, pointy horns. On his clothes, the number six is boldly written.

On mine—number seven.

Another armed guard shoves him forward toward the auctioneer, who flips a page in the document in his hand.

"Slave No. 6!"

"A healthy Male Satyr. Nineteen years old, standing five foot seven. Penis size is five inches when erect and three inches when flaccid. According to reports, he’s not the best in bed, but he can give good massages and lift heavy things. His class is the Archer Class! Starting price is one Silver Coin!"

Immediately, spectators begin raising their hands.

"Five Silver Coins!"

"Ten Silver Coins!"

"Twenty Silver Coins!"

"Fifty-five Silver Coins!"

"One hundred Silver Coins!"

"Going once... Going twice... Sold!"

The auctioneer slams his wooden bar on the lectern, and the armed guard drags the satyr away.

Immediately, my chest starts pounding.

I’m next.

While I’m still trying to process how the hell I transmigrated here, as if life isn’t already hard enough, I’m about to be sold on the second chance I was given.

One of the armed men shoves me forward, nearly making me lose my balance, but I manage to stay on my feet.

The auctioneer looks at me and flips another page in his document. He’s a dark-skinned reptilian man wearing a suit and, strangely—a hat.

Suddenly, he lets out an angry hiss, revealing his menacing forked tongue as he snarls at me, making me flinch.

"Slave No. 7!"

"A handsome, healthy Male Vampire, standing six feet two. Nineteen years old. Penis size is six inches when erect and five inches when flaccid, with surprising girth and semen volume. Reports say he performs best only in bed and can also draw artworks. His class is the P-Pornstar Class! His starting price is one Silver Coin!"

I notice the auctioneer stutter when mentioning the Pornstar Class, his expression visibly irritated.

"Two Silver Coins!"

"Three Silver Coins!"

"Anyone? Even though he has one of the worst classes, reports say he is extremely good in bed. Plus, he’s a vampire and can heal quickly. We all have sadistic tendencies sometimes, right? So... he’s a good product for that too!" the auctioneer adds when no one raises their hands again.

He looks so pissed, as if he wants to kill me on the spot.

"Five Silver Coins!"

Suddenly, a half-masked woman with elongated ears and a brown pointy hat raises her hand, wearing a sinister, toothy grin.

Fuck.

"Going once... Going twice... Sold!"

The auctioneer slams his wooden bar on the lectern, and immediately an armed man drags me away while I remain dazed, wondering what kind of fate awaits me now.