Chapter 0: I Didn’t Write That

Have you ever heard of the adult game that was infamous online for being a total turn-off?

My Onahole Academy.

Ona-Aka for short.

With its polished art and vast story, it had shouldered all the expectations of the industry’s most authoritative perverted gentlemen and critics. But after its release, it became a laughingstock, thanks to the bizarre meme that started circulating: “The King of Turn-Offs.”

The art? It was definitely well-drawn. The story? Not bad. And yet, the moment you got to that scene, it just wasn’t arousing. It was one of those rare works where it’s incredibly difficult to explain exactly why.

Was it a matter of taste? A cultural difference?

In any case, Ona-Aka was undeniably a commercial success. If it hadn’t been popular, a meme mocking it would never have been born in the first place.

It was good publicity, so from the creator’s perspective, it couldn’t have been all that bad… or so I thought.

“Hey! You! Read that vicious comment you wrote out loud, right now!”

“…”

Apparently, she was quite offended.

Before me stood a petite, blonde beauty, fuming. Hovering in the air in front of my eyes was the original comment that had created the “King of Turn-Offs” meme.

How strange. The letters are floating.

“I said, read it! I bet you never thought you’d be summoned right in front of the person you insulted, did you? Hah, that’s right, I’m the goddess who made this game! It’s too late for regrets now!”

“It takes a special talent to make an adult game this unsexy.”

“Agh!?”

The goddess, who had just demanded I read the malicious comment, nearly buckled at the knees before steadying herself.

I calmly continued reading the comment aloud.

“An indescribable aura of unsexiness envelops this entire work. If you’re trying to abstain from fapping, I highly recommend it.”

“Ugh…! Stop… Stop it….”

“…You told me to read it.”

Where am I? If the blonde girl in front of me hadn’t introduced herself as a goddess, I might have been able to pass this off as a situation where a woman in need of psychiatric help had broken into a typical studio apartment.

The problem was, this room wasn’t one I remembered.

It was a completely unfamiliar space.

“Any guilt I might have had is gone now.”

Her expression suddenly turned serious.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it’s too late for regrets.”

“You already said that. And why would I have any regrets?”

The self-proclaimed goddess’s words were cut off by the sound of footsteps.

“Oppa. It’s time to wake up.”

Knock, knock. A rap on the door.

When there was no reply, the doorknob turned without warning, accompanied by a small sigh.

“I’m coming in, okay?”

I couldn’t even make a sound. I had no idea what was going on.

I don’t have a younger sister. Especially not one as breathtakingly beautiful as this.

An innocent-looking, black-haired girl cautiously poked her head in and entered the room.

Her expression was stiff, and her voice was devoid of emotion as she called out to me.

“You were awake. Why didn’t you say anything?”

Her eyes… she looked anxious about something.

As if she were looking at a criminal who was about to cause trouble at any moment.

When I shifted my posture to get out of bed, the girl flinched.

“Ah, I’ll… I’ll go downstairs first, then.”

“Wait a minute.”

“What is it?”

I gestured with my eyes as if to ask, Can’t you see her?

The blonde woman standing right here. Isn’t this strange?

Is she really a spiritual being? In the uncomfortable silence, the girl’s brow just furrowed.

“…Am I your older brother?”

“…”

My question must have been strange, because she stared at me with a very odd expression.

This conversation isn’t going anywhere….

As I made to get up, the pretty, black-haired girl hurried down the stairs.

The goddess giggled, looking at me as I stood there, bewildered.

“What do you think of Serena, seeing her in person? You still think she’s a turn-off?”

I was starting to get a rough idea of the situation.

The name of the unrealistically beautiful girl who had just made a brief appearance was Serena.

And since the goddess was asking me if Serena was a turn-off, this had to be inside the game….

“Looking at that ugly mug of yours, it’d take you a thousand years to capture even one of my prized heroines! Pfft!”

The goddess’s words and actions were turning my suspicion into certainty.

If that was the case, there was a misunderstanding I needed to clear up right away.

“Goddess.”

“Hmph. What? Feeling like you want to apologize? It’s too late, though.”

I knew this arrogant blonde goddess possessed some kind of mysterious power.

So I told her the truth, as plainly as I could.

“I didn’t write that.”

“Eh?”

The goddess’s eyes wavered violently.

“The review. I’m not the one who wrote it.”

“Th-That’s a lie. It’s your account. I… I looked into it and everything…!”

“I lent the account to a friend. He begged me because his own account got banned.”

“Wait a second!”

It seemed she was trying to verify the facts with her mysterious, magical power.

A moment later.

“I-I’m so, so sorryyyyyy!”

The goddess was prostrating herself before me.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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