>>212636717Indeed.
After I mastered sushi, the chef promised to teach me the legally distinct art of sashimi, however, that night his restaurant was attacked by a fire breathing oni. I was able to mortally wound it, but with its dying puff it melted me down to the tang. My soul fled the ruined blade to roam once again, until eventually I Reincarnated In Japan As A Stupid Fax Machine?!
I was reunited with my precious OLs, their supple ink-stained fingers brushing against me as they used me so harshly.
Eventually, I managed to form a paper jam that would broke no repair. I was thrown out and abandoned, but it was already too late. I folded myself a new human-like body of origami and left the fax machine behind. I honed my origami skills, folding and folding again one thousand times and skillfully applying cosmetics and putty until I truly resembled a handsome man, not a lump of copy paper. It was spring. Under the sakura, I met a beautiful courtesan, and learned to love. When we went to the hot spring, I would make up an excuse. When it was raining, I was always sure to have my umbrella, big enough for the two of us.
We married and purchased a house in the country. Alas, I was careless in my new life. I did not plan or prepare adequately for all circumstances. In the throes of wedding night bliss, I discovered my new bride was a squirter obsessed with オモラシ. As I was blasted with a full 36 hour reserve of hot urine I had only time to whisper a full plot synopsis so far along with protestations of eternal love and apologies for deceiving her into marrying paper mache before my fibers scattered onto the rice paper walls.
My soul inhabited the house, and to my delight my bride remained, telling the neighbors I was merely ill.
And so, I Reincarnated In Japan As A Stupid Country House With A Pretty Oiran Wife Inside?!
