Hentai Travelogue

(Note - This is a slow burn story, and there is no sex in this chapter, it will turn up in future chapters. All my thanks to the original creator Costaway who inspired me and let me write in his world)

RyuKenDragon Presents

Hentai Travelogue

Based on the Hentai Travels CYOA by Costaway.

Prologue

Well here we are. My autobiography. On some level I still can't quite believe that my life has reached the point where enough people actually give a crap about my life story that they want me to write it down. Outside of the endless 'where did you get your money from' and 'how can I be as successful as you' questions anyway.

I've put a huge amount of thought into those questions over the years - and despite a lot of intense self-reflection and soul-searching, I've honestly only be able come up with a single answer.

Win the lottery a million times over.

That's it. The sheer, incalculable cosmic odds of me ending up with the powers and skills I have are completely outside the ability of humans to perceive, yet alone replicate. I am a fluke on a simply incredible scale, and me trying in anyway to tell or encourage others they can end up with my life would be a malevolent act. In my opinion anyway. I always remember that Bo Burnham quote -

''I would say don't take advice from people like me who have gotten very lucky," Burnham said. "We're very biased. You know, like Taylor Swift telling you to follow your dreams is like a lottery winner telling you, 'Liquidize your assets, buy Powerball tickets, it works!'"

I hasten to add that me telling you not to try and emulate me or see me as a hero or someone to admire in no way means that you'll be unable to live a life that exceeds and surpasses my own in dozens of different ways. If there's one thing I hope I get across with this memoir it's this - on a fundamental level, I am not special and did not and likely never will 'earn' the life and powers I have been blessed with. I try my hardest to not abuse my abilities and use them for the collective good of humanity, but I am only one fallible man, and ultimately imperfect.

But we're getting dangerously close to maudlin here, and whilst I'll more then likely spend most of this memoir explaining and attempting to justify my actions over the years, I want to at least try to keep it light. In the abstract, at least. Let's get back on track.

So. It's been ten years earth-time (what does he mean by 'earth-time', I hear you ask? Don't worry, we'll get there) since I got my powers. What does he mean by powers, I hear you ask? Give it time, we'll get there. Anyway, i'm digressing. It's probably better to start at the end, or more accurately the present.

So, here's my current situation.

Despite my best efforts to gift my income to charity, I remain a billionaire. Often a multi-billionaire, which annoys me.

I am a three-time #1 New York Times Bestselling author, with several TV and movie deals either competed or in the works.

I am the executive creative director behind the most critically acclaimed video game company in the last decade, with enough collective awards that we had to build a new room in the office to house them. Despite what the sign on my office door says, 'Supreme Game Dictator' is just a joke between me and the founders. Seriously, I'm mostly hands-off with day to day stuff.

I am happily married to my soulmate, and a doting father of three.

I have created and continuously finance over sixty registered charities, and a charitable foundation that employees over a hundred people all dedicated to helping me funnel money to just causes - and they still don't do a good enough job for my tastes.

I remain living in my home town, in a house my wife and I designed ourselves, and despite all the incredible changes that money, power, love and magic have caused in my life, I can honestly say I'm pretty much the same person I was before I got my powers.

At least, I FEEL like the same person.

Inside, at least. Physically, there have been some changes, it's hard to deny. And when it comes to magic..... hoo, boy.

Because here's the thing, there's more then a few titles and accomplishments that I omitted from that list, because other then a handful of trusted friends and family, no other soul is able to verify that they're real. But for arguments sake, I ask that you suspend your disbelief long enough to read my story, and decide for yourself if this is all just some peculiar fabrication, and if so, ask for what possible reason I could have made it.

So. I also have several other names and titles.

In the andromeda galaxy, I'm know as The Black Comet, a galaxy-renowned mercenary and freedom fighter, and captain of the EDS-Invictus.

In the Unseen Academy of the Free City Of Ilmara, I'm known as professor emeritus, and Archmage of the Twelfth Circle. And incidentally, in another form I'm known as the Hand Of Shadows, prophet of the Goddess of the Purifying Flame.

In the strange, cheerful yet demonic realm of The Farm, I'm known as the White Whale, and the eternal escapee - and also as the Warden's greatest success story.

In the hidden desert oasis City Of Dreams, I'm called Mr Smith, Proprietor In Chief of the Otherside Casino and Resort. And to the hidden underworld of that place, I'm known as The Arbiter - the true neutral voice of authority in matters both mundane and mystical.

In the vast, endless stacks and rooms of The Infinite Library I am known as.... A Member. I have a card and everything (I didn't promise they'd all be impressive).

In the continent sized inter dimensional Arcade/Theme Park/Resort/ known as Blips'N'Chitz, I'm a Platinum Medallion Elite Member.

Perhaps most notably, in the theocratic jungle nation of Nephra, I'm sort of... a god. I am the Almighty and Immaculate Lord Tzael, God of Primeval Vitality and Fertility - and true prophet of the All-Seeing Eldritch Eye.

And finally, in the serene halls of the Peak Of Serenity Monastery, I am simply called Brother.

Now at this point I assume most people reading this have either written me of as dangerously eccentric, outright delusional, or as having some nebulous secret malignant reason to manipulate people into believing what I'm writing about. Everyone has an angle, right? And yes, I believe everyone does always have an angle, even if unconsciously.

And my angle is this - confession is good for the soul. I'm getting tired of keeping secret about who and what I am and what I've done - and what I could theoretically do if I wanted. Despite the fact that I have I right to a private life and don't owe the rest of humanity a complete archive of my life and choices, on some level I've always thought that keeping as much of my powers as secret as I have is dishonest.

And this memoir is my way of reconciling these feelings with the objective desire to be open and honest about myself. I am unambiguously a lucky person who lives a blessed life compared to so many who through no fault of their own have lives that are so deprived compared to the blessed life I stumbled into.

This is my confession. And my penance.

So. With that admittedly melodramatic intro out of the way, let's get started. Let's see if people will believe the truths I reveal, the adventures I recount, and the lives I have lived.

It all started quite mundanely. I wasn't struck by cosmic rays, I didn't spontaneously develop super-powers, I was not chosen by an ancient god, I have no hidden magical bloodline, I didn't find an ancient artefact, I wasn't kidnapped by aliens. As a matter of fact I was just out buying milk and yoghurts to restock my fridge.

It was a complete ordinary day. Until I saw a somewhat risqué pamphlet slipped into the magazine rack at my local supermarket...

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So. It was a Wednesday afternoon in my local supermarket, when I found the item that ensured my life was forever changed. But I should backtrack a little. I worked the night shift at a hospital back then, so I had only been awake for a hour or so after a particularly gruelling shift had left me exhausted by the time I got home. When I woke up, being British, I immediately rose and (after relieving myself) headed to the kitchen for a morning cup of tea. I had the teabag in the mug and the kettle boiling before I realised that I was out of milk. Muttering foul curses under my breath at myself for not realising yesterday so I could have got some on my way home, I reluctantly brushed my teeth, washed my face and got on some vaguely presentable clothes so I could head up the street to the shop to restock my fridge.

I was waiting in the surprisingly long queue for the checkout, since the self-scan tills were 'offline for maintenance', (I.e being cleaned up because some drunk trying to buy vodka had vomited on them as an act of protest to the age verification process.) I was stuck behind at least five other people, including a young housewife with a full trolley and a screaming infant on her hip, so I was expecting to wait a good while.

I turned up the audiobook I was listening to to try and drown out the noise, and let my eyes wander. It was then that I spotted it. In the magazine rack, very out of place and obvious in front of a 'Women's Weekly!' Magazine that had a picture of a 'celebrity' I'd never seen or heard of on the cover, with the legend 'Susan's Bowel Disorder Horror!'. The woman's orange-tanned face and bleach blonde hair were being partially blocked by a flyer.

It was a simple, white folded paper pamphlet, quiet unremarkable. What was remarkable was the title - 'Hentai Travels!'. There was no picture on the front, but there was smaller text underneath the title promising 'fun, relaxation and a jolly lewd time!' I was intrigued. The local supermarket didn't stock porn so far as I was aware (and a quick glance at the upper shelves didn't reveal anything stronger then Esquire), so why was there something with the word 'Hentai' just sitting in the magazine rack?

I considered my options. On the one hand, I was interested enough by the title that I wanted to read what was inside. On the other, I didn't want to be seen in public picking up something possibly pornographic - that's what private computers and the internet are for. On another hand, some person who had no idea what Hentai was could pick it up and be shocked and appalled by whatever was inside, or hell maybe traumatised if it was a kid - I should remove it, or at least inform the staff so they could do it. On yet another hand, this was obviously not meant to be here - what if it was some YouTube prank or something? I could see the video title now - 'We hid porn in a supermarket to trap lonely perverts! Come watch the losers!'.

The queue moved forward by one, putting me right beside the pamphlet. I realised if I was going to take it, it'd have to be now - the image of how I'd look reaching behind me and flailing about into the person behind me's personal space flashed into my mind as something to be avoided. My pulse quickened. Damn it, I'd only been awake for an hour - I hadn't even had my tea yet! This was too much pressure! Taking a deep breath, I made a show of pulling out my phone with my right hand and looking as if the screen had received a fascinating message, whilst subtly reaching out and pocketing the pamphlet with my left.

I waited a few tense seconds for someone to notice what I'd done and/or call me on it, but as the time clicked with no interruptions I breathed a sigh of relief. Then the lady in front of me made it to the cashier and started arguing about whether or not they would accept cheques, and the pamphlet was swiftly put into the back of my mind as I put my attention into suppressing my irritation instead.

Thirty minutes later I had made it back home and was starting my second cup of tea and finishing my toast when I got around to examining the pamphlet in more detail. I fished it out of my pocket and smoothed the creases out before opening it and reading in more detail. What I found was in differing amounts creative and ridiculous - and surprisingly fascinating.

It was from an (obviously fictional) company - presumably the titular Hentai Travels - and it stated that by picking up the pamphlet, I had won an all-expenses paid exclusive lifetime membership with the company. I snorted and started looking for the inevitable 'just enter your bank details here!' Or 'just go to our website and install our launcher!' Or similar scam sections, but couldn't find any. Believe me I was very thorough in searching for someone or something trying to tempt and con me, but couldn't find anything. As a matter of fact, there was no way to contact the company or maker of the flyer in any way - even to submit any of the 'exciting choices' I'd been asked to make.

Oddly enough this was reassuring - it meant at the very worst, this was probably a mild practical joke or some whim of the original author, and not a scheme to leave me broke and lying in a bathtub full of ice without any kidneys. Having satisfied my scepticism, I went back to the start and read through in more detail this time.

By becoming an all expenses paid lifetime member, I apparently was able to make a one time choice of any six of the fifteen offered destinations. Each destination also offered two extras, and one of them of my choice was also included with each selection. Then, after the destinations, there was a separate section offering 'perks' that could drastically change or expand on my previous choices.

The supposed mechanics of this choice also went from 'mildly eccentric' to outright 'LSD trip' levels of strangeness. Apparently I could travel to these destinations simply by laying down somewhere safe and willing it, whereupon I'd be transported magically to the place I chose. The more spectacular part was that time would stop in 'your original world' whilst you were in one of your Destinations, and by implication the vice-versa. The 'catch' to this (if you could call it that) was that you could only travel to a Destination for a 48 hour period before being forcefully transported back to your origin. I didn't regard this as much of a catch, because the pamphlet explicitly stated that by using this ability, you'd get the equivalent of nine days of time in the normal seven day span, and the two extra days were spent in a choice of spectacular and sexy locales.

So. An extra two days a week in a supernatural resort of my choice filled with relaxation and lewd opportunities. As I began to review the fifteen choices available, I sent a mental tip of the hat to whoever had created this - they'd clearly put more thought and energy into this then perhaps a standard person would understand, but the results were very entertaining, in a 'What-If' kind of way.

I spent the next half an hour or so repeatedly draining and refilling my tea mug and idly designing builds and speculating about the options - I eventually opened up the notes app on my phone and started writing down my final choices. I passed by some options easily ('A beach? No thanks, I like women in bikinis but sand+sun=deadly sunburn), some with more consideration, ('Hmm... nope, the other options are just more appealing, artist's retreat is off the list'), some were selected immediately, ('Dude, an inter dimensional arcade and gaming centre sounds like the tits!') and some were chosen with somewhat more.... Trepidation, ('Hmm... femdom isn't usually my bag, but they say they'll adjust to your tastes, and the demonic form bonus just screams Devil May Cry - I can't pass that shit up. Let's hope they mean demonic in a keep-your-soul way.')

I eventually ended up with a list that looked roughly as follows.

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I worked my way backwards and started with the perks, since knowing how my destinations would be altered allowed me to make a more informed choice of destination.

First of all - Extra time - would give me the equivalent of a whole month at a time in my Travels as opposed to the default 48 hours a week. The language was spotty as to whether or not leaving a destination early locked you out of that one until your next allotment of time, or if you left a destination with time left over whether you could spend the leftover time in another destination, but I still considered this too good a perk to pass up - especially since I had plans beyond just 'have fun+get laid' in several of my destination choices.

Next perk - Souvenir - This one let you take things from the Destinations back with you to your original world. There was a minor caveat - you were not allowed to sell anything or tell anyone where you got it. This struck me as fine, I would be taking it for bringing back healing potions and magic more then anything, primarily for helping and healing friends family. I'll get to where I would be getting the magic potions later.

Third Perk - Ideal Body - This allowed you to create and inhabit a newly designed body every trip if chosen. I loved the idea of this. It wasn't like I had dysphoria or anything - aside from the usual occasional 'wish I was thinner/more handsome' type thoughts most people have, I was comfortable in my skin - the main problem was my disability. A version of myself without the pain and physical baggage was too good to pass up. Plus the Souvenir perk I had already picked might mean I could take the body outside of my Travels into the real world - an incredible opportunity. Plus the ability to inhabit new body types each time I travelled was enticing. I might want to spend one visit as a Huge Bara, and the next as a delicate twink - or hell, might get really adventurous and try out a Futa, this was supposed to be a fantasy trip after all!

Forth perk - Can Love Bloom On Vacation - This allowed you to bring people back from the destinations to your original world. It was a real struggle to chose between this and the opposite perk 'Bring A Friend Or Five' that allowed you to bring people from our world into your destinations with you. But the thought process behind this one was that I'd hopefully find a true companion(s) and or romance for my mundane life in the fantasy one. How I'd deal with the fact anyone who I brought out would have no history, social security number or paper trail was put aside in a blasé thought of 'aw hell, it's all fake anyway'.

The Fifth Perk - Indecision - Pick Two More Choices of destination to add to your list - the choices were all appealing enough that adding a couple more was definitely worth the perk point in my opinion.

And after much back-and-forth I took my last perk as - Everything And The Kitchen Sink - I would get both bonuses for three of my destination choices. It was hard as hell to narrow it down, but in good way.

The second part of my list - Pick Six Locations and One Bonus from each.

My first choice of destination was - Spaceport C33 - A spaceport on a major trade hub, filled with tons of sexy aliens and cyborgs, and a huge array of diversions and utilities to choose from. And the perk I chose was - And Beyond - which gave me a spaceship with a luxury interior able to house twenty people comfortably. I took this so I could theoretically travel the universe and make money on my own steam, depending on the difficulty and practicality of course. I had no idea how many people it would take to operate the ship, for instance, or how much training it took. Still - weather the universe was a low-tech firefly style or full on space opera, either way I was sure I could find great adventure for myself.

Next Destination- Free City Of Ilmara - A laid-back fantasy city full of fantastical and mythological races and beings, all happily co-existing and being intimate with each other. I used my bonus to get both perks - Unseen Academy, which gave you membership in a secret magical school so you could learn magic, - And Empath Field - Which would kick the good/mellow vibes of the residents up to eleven, ensuring good vibes throughout). This would have definitely been chosen by default just because I'm such an old-school fantasy nerd, but the perk that made it possible for you to learn magic made it irresistible. Plus I could probably either make or commission health potions I could bring back with Souvenir and give to my friends and family - or myself. Might need to learn a Jedi Mind Trick type spell to get them to take them, but I would have time to research and plan. The Good Vibes perk was more to facilitate the other plans than anything, but I also enjoyed the idea of always having an option where people were guaranteed to be in a good mood - for all the fun offered by the other options, it wasn't impossible to stumble across one asshole somewhere who could ruin the mood.