Why should people live kindly?
I smashed the head of a fleeing monster with a hammer. The thought crossed my mind idly.
By the way, this monster—wasn't it supposed to be some kind of god? Why is it so weak...?
I quit the game.
Kiiiing.
I opened my eyes to the sound of the capsule opening. This game was over too.
I had fought with armor and weapons in a shamelessly perverted way. Once again, I stomped the boss.
There was nothing left to find fun in.
Let's find the next game.
I stepped out of the capsule. A normal room, nothing special about it.
As always, I rummaged through the internet for the next game to play.
"Isn't there any game worth continuing... like with additional content?"
There are plenty of games in the world. But what I enjoy is an RPG where I can delve into various elements alone.
Many masterpieces exist among online games. Still, I don't like being with other people.
I prefer a world where only I can enjoy it.
No special reason for that.
In online games, my avatar is just one of many protagonists. In console games, I am the only protagonist.
The dirty reality.
Shouldn't I be happy feeling like the main character, even if it's just in a virtual world?
While searching, I clicked on a post titled 'New Game Recommendations.' It connected me to a community site.
I was about to look around and leave. Then I tilted my head at a certain post.
"Hmm?"
It was a time attack record of some boss.
I only enjoy single-player games. But the ones I play usually have cooperative modes for other players.
This post boasted that a user in cooperative mode had taken first place.
This record is first place?
I think I could do better than this even with my feet.
Could single-player mode have buffs to make progress easier than online mode?
Hmm.
I sighed. Impulse led me to upload my record and video.
I only uploaded the video. I didn't write anything.
If my record was faster only because single-player gets perks, it would be embarrassing. It was like insurance.
If single-player had buffs as I suspected, I'd delete the post right away.
I soon forgot about it.
A few days later, a package arrived at my house.
Something that would completely change my life. A game that demands pouring in my life...
...Hmm.
I had something important to start tomorrow. Well, fine. Just one more game, then I'll do it.
...That's what I thought back then.
First, before showing what I'm doing now, let me clear up any misunderstandings.
I hate netorare.
Netorare. A crazy sexual perversion where someone gets excited watching their spouse taken by another.
The characters might start innocent or smart. But once they have sex, those traits mean nothing. They betray their lover and cling to some trash for dark sexual fantasy.
These days, even slight connections get labeled netorare.
There are ways to enjoy it—from the taker's view, the taken's, even the woman's (?).
Most people watch from a third-person perspective with no attachment to the protagonists. It's enjoyable because it's someone else's problem.
Ordinary people empathize with the kind protagonists. So they feel quite unpleasant.
I'm the same.
Let me say it again.
I hate netorare.
I fucking hate netorare.
I goddamn hate netorare.
I hate netorare like a sucker.
I hate netorare...
It's getting repetitive, so I'll stop.
If someone read my mind, they might ask if some passing guy ever netorare'd me.
No. I've only seen it.
But that one experience annoyed me so much it still makes me shudder.
That's why I became a game addict.
People say to respect each other's tastes. But netorare is one of the few things hard to respect.
Even in the virtual reality era, porn sites with a netorare tag make me grit my teeth.
Honestly, I don't understand the characters.
So what if the villain is muscular? Hit the back of his head with a bat—he'd go to the afterlife fairly. But they just get beaten like idiots...
If I accidentally see such vomit-inducing stuff, it haunts me all day.
Especially if it's a character I like.
I'd ignore it if it was just the illustrator's original. But why touch characters with existing works...
I got too immersed again.
You were probably wondering—what the hell is this bastard doing, spouting long boring bullshit?
...But let me tell you, this is not my intention.
"Ah! Ung! Aaaah♡"
My dick is touching the woman's buttocks.
It's still wrapped in clothes. Yet it asserts its presence greatly.
The long-haired black-haired woman trembles all over from just that touch. She's soaked in pleasure.
Right now, she's drooling sloppily from the corner of her mouth. She pushes her buttocks back as if begging for my dick.
But this woman is different usually.
To put it nicely, she's an intelligent and cool beauty. To be honest, she's a fucking bitch with no manners.
Moreover, she is the student council president of the prestigious Fryunar Academy. The academy where I currently reside.
Such a woman is panting, desperate for my dick.
"D,Dre...! Q, quickly... quickly...♡"
My name is Dre.
And this is not the time for that, you bitch.
I turned my head to the side.
The door was right next to us. This bitch leaned against the wall, ass stuck out toward me. My dick rubbed against her ass.
A worried voice came from beyond the door.
"Honey. Are you in a lot of pain?"
"Aheuaaaaaang♡♡"
No, you crazy bitch. Be quiet.
Do you want to show this to the guy outside? To your boyfriend?
"Honey? Honey?"
"Ahh. Aheuk..."
This won't do.
That bastard is about to break down the door.
I opened my mouth to snap the panting student council president back to her senses.
Tting!
[Skill #*@*$*##* has been activated.]
...Oh Jesus.
My mouth opened. A vile voice came out—one I couldn't believe was my own.
"You fucking bitch, are you horny? Your boyfriend is right in front of the door. Are you horny when you're about to get fucked by me—the one you used to ignore?"
"Aeuhhng♡♡♡"
Pshuuuut
I slapped her ass. Something spurted out like a fountain from between her skirt.
...Fucking hell.
How did I end up like this?
I have to live kindly.
The circumstances that led me here welled up in my head naturally.