Peace had finally arrived.
I'd possessed the protagonist of an NTR Tsukuru Game. His name was Dyke.
A boy character with a frail body but an iron will.
—Dyke, please save the world.
If I followed the game's plot—
Dyke lived an ordinary life until one day he received a revelation from the Goddess.
Right after hearing her voice, he pulled the Holy Sword that had crashed into his village and became the Hero.
"Waiting around in the village sounds boring and lame. I'm coming with you, Dyke."
"...."
"I don't care if it's dangerous! I can protect myself!"
He set off on his adventure as the Hero alongside Tina, his childhood friend who'd begun showing a knack for magic.
Cheering each other on as they grew, they started nurturing feelings far different from their village days.
"Not bad. To think a frail body like yours would throw itself into saving someone else."
"...."
"What? The Hero? Turns out you're more of a man than I thought. My mistake judging by appearances. No apologies."
After dealing with some bandits, he met the knight Celine, who was so impressed by his courage that she joined him. Then the Church's Saintess Alicia, acting on the Goddess's command, lent him her power.
"The Goddess's blessings will be with you on your journey, Hero."
That was the game prologue. Just a rundown of the meaningless story and a showcase of the heroines.
Their illustrations were ridiculously skimpy, practically naked.
Thankfully, in reality, they weren't dressed like that.
'...I have to stop it.'
How could I prevent the NTR?
How could I protect the heroines?
How could I do all that and still save the world?
I pondered endlessly while following the familiar game storyline.
The closer I grew to the heroines, the deeper my worries became.
—Ahh... It hurts...
—Hng, ahh! Haah!
It was all pointless worrying. Protecting the heroines while stuck in the body of this game's protagonist was impossible.
—Here? While Dyke's sleeping...
—We're not even that close, but still...
They were stolen away. No matter how well I treated them, the heroines fell into the arms of the NTR guys.
They gave those bastards everything they had.
—Goddess! Save me!
—Please, please...! Goddess! Protect this body I offered you, this lamb's body! Aaaah, aaaahhh!
The childhood friend who'd cherished her purity for him, the knight who swung her sword only to save others, the saintess who'd followed what she believed was the righteous voice of the Goddess her whole life...
Once they tasted cock, they tossed away what mattered most and chased nothing but pleasure.
"...Sorry, Dyke."
The grand magus Tina left the party to follow some scruffy blond delinquent.
"I'm sorry I can't see your journey through to the end. I offer my deepest apologies for that."
Captain Celine became the concubine of a potbellied noble and left the party, unable to leave his territory.
"...The Goddess wasn't watching us."
Saintess Alicia excommunicated herself. Alley bums were beckoning her over.
I was left alone. The lively base inn fell silent.
I wanted to quit. Screw being the Hero, screw the Holy Sword—I wanted to ditch it all.
But I couldn't. If I didn't do it, the world would end.
—Mister, service for you.
A girl plopping two potatoes on a plate, winking ridiculously before scampering off.
—Thank you. Thank you so much...
—You saved our daughter, young man.
—Mom, Mommm! Where'd you go leaving me behind!
People who'd nearly lost what they held dear.
Their faces haunted me. I couldn't abandon my duty as the Hero.
"Who cares about some women!"
I had to give those NTR game heroines credit for their loose hips. My mistake for expecting anything from them.
Rationalizing it like that, I picked up the Holy Sword.
My goal was the game's ending.
—Hero...! Urk!
The game I'd possessed was an NTR Tsukuru. Don't expect any deep combat.
Controls were meaningless. It all came down to levels, skills, gear, and items.
I gave up on the heroines and collected hidden pieces instead. In the end, the final battle with the Demon King was a total joke.
—I...! This is the end for me...! But evil...! Will never vanish...!
"Pretty cliché for a dying declaration."
And so, peace came to the world.
"Daddy."
Along with women insisting they were my daughters.