Infinite Corridor

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I shall die and die again to know that life is inexhaustible.

I will die again and again, to understand that life is without end.

Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

[Event Log, Attempt N+1]

Death of [Core Player] detected.

→ Resetting this world.

Restarting ghosts... Restarting scenes... Reviving all players... Erasing memories of all players except [Core Player]... Clearing favorability...

! Warning: residual memories detected in [Player X].

Resetting that player again.

! Warning: [Player X]'s memory pathways are too deeply imprinted to erase.

Deleting that player.

! Warning: [Player X] is an important character and cannot be deleted.

Skipping this bug. Restarting a new world.

***Reset N+1 complete***

***Instance restarted***

! Warning: [Player X] has come into contact with [Core Player].

! Warning: [Player X]'s favorability toward [Core Player] has exceeded the threshold.

! Warning: [Player X] and [Core Player] have engaged in indescribable activities.

! Warning: The following content is withheld in accordance with relevant laws and regulations.

CP:

A beautiful, sadistic bottom X a puppy-like top. The top occasionally turns into a rabid dog.

[It's a happy ending, don't worry!!]

Coming soon: So I'm Not Mentally Ill After All

Lin Jianyuan, 25, office worker. Ever since he fainted after pulling an all-nighter at work and was taken to the hospital, he's been seeing strange things every day.

Like vines crawling out of his coworkers' pupils.

Like frogs spewing out of his boss's split-open windpipe during meetings.

Like coming home exhausted after a two-hour commute, opening the door, and finding a standalone digestive system in fleshy pink, opening and closing its mouth as it smiles at him:

You're home.

Would you like to shower, eat, or have me?

Lin Jianyuan: Isn't this whole digestive tract raw? How am I supposed to eat it?

Lin Jianyuan suspects he's fried his brain, so he goes to the hospital. The doctor says that working too hard and staying up too late might have caused him to hallucinate.

Doctor: Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just relax.

Lin Jianyuan breathes a sigh of relief: So I'm mentally ill.

After being diagnosed as mentally ill, Lin Jianyuan becomes more energetic than ever.

A coworker says their vision is getting blurrier from staring at the computer and that they feel like they're going blind. Lin Jianyuan reaches out and yanks out the chattering vines. The eye that covers half his coworker's face starts sparkling again, and they can get back to passionately working at the computer with 31 fingers.

His boss still has meetings after work, and a little mouth on his throat keeps croaking and spitting out frogs. Lin Jianyuan scoops them all up in a net and takes them home for a late-night snack, calling it overtime pay in kind. The digestive system loves them. At night, it rubs its throat against him, damp and cold, like some kind of reptile. Cute.

...Yes, even the unfamiliar digestive system in his home looks cuter and cuter to him. One day, he even starts thinking, Well, it does have a mouth. Should I kiss it?

Lin Jianyuan gradually comes to terms with his mental illness, and his life gets better and better.

Until one day, the Special Anomaly Management Bureau shows up at his door and asks in shock:

Did you tear apart the A-class anomaly [Eye Vine]?

Did you defeat the S-class anomaly [Vomit]?!

Lin Jianyuan: Anomalies? What anomalies? If you're saying my coworkers and boss are anomalies, then what does that make my digestive-system wife?

Lin Jianyuan pulls his shy, bashful digestive-system wife out from behind him.

The Bureau: ...

Super-S-class alert! Requesting support from high-level combatants! Severe regional contamination warning! Evacuate civilians! Evacuate civilians! Evacuate civilians!!!

Lin Jianyuan: ?

So I'm not mentally ill after all.

But Lin Jianyuan thinks about it and decides his wife is still his wife, since they've already kissed. He protects her behind him and says, "Baby, don't be scared. I'll protect you."

The enormous fleshy red shadow currently revealing its true form: ...Mm. (bashful)

And so the Bureau watches as the contamination level, which had gone off the charts, vanishes in an instant.

The Bureau: ?

Wait, your wife???

You call that Super-S-class anomaly [Evil Domain] your wife?!

1. The wife is the top.

2. This story is also titled My Digestive System [heart]

Check out the author's completed story in the same genre, Someone in My Heart.

Synopsis:

Jiang Yao has had autism since childhood.

Like a plant, he is quiet and well-behaved, takes no interest in anything, and never says when he's in pain.

His worried parents take him from doctor to doctor, but nothing helps.

They raise him with the utmost care.

Then, one day when he's twenty, he suddenly disappears.

Jiang Yao is missing for an entire year. His family and the police use every resource at their disposal, but they can't find him.

A year later, he suddenly appears at their doorstep, dressed in rags.

He's covered in blood, but the DNA doesn't match his.

After vanishing mysteriously and then reappearing just as mysteriously, Jiang Yao has no memory of that year.

But he suddenly starts talking.

He can cry, laugh, and express what he wants.

Though still quiet, he's almost like a normal person now.

His parents weep with joy and ask him what made him willing to communicate.

Jiang Yao looks in the mirror and says:

"There's a voice in my heart that keeps telling me the world is beautiful and that I should live well."

The voice in his heart stays with him and encourages him.

It even gently tells him, when he's caught up in a strange incident:

"Close your eyes. Let me handle this."

Jiang Yao trusts that voice without question.

So when a foul-smelling, slimy fish-man grabs his ankle and drags him into the deep sea, or a gaunt, pale horde of corpses drives him to the edge of a cliff,

he obediently closes his eyes.

In his heart, he counts: one, two, three.

When he reaches one hundred and opens his eyes, the ground around him is strewn with shattered corpses.

And he is standing in front of a patch of thorns,

with the most beautiful rose in his hand.

Jiang Yao has always thought that he was simply mentally ill and had developed a second personality.

Until one day, he passes a high-end bespoke suit shop.

Though he never wears suits, he unconsciously strokes the smooth, soft, luxurious fabric.

In an instant, he recalls the damp, sweaty feel of skin nestled in someone's arms.

So he once had a lover.

"I want to go back, to the deepest, darkest abyss."

"To find you."

Theme: Keep living!