Chapter 43

    Chapter 43

     

    —–CROW—– 

     

    Deok-woo’s place was in a high-rise apartment right next to the school.

     

    Wow, it was completely different from the place Yerin Unnie and I lived in.

     

    Our two-room apartment barely had space for a bed and computer in each room, and the living room and kitchen were tiny.

     

    Deok-woo’s place was…how should I put it?

     

    The living room and kitchen were huge, there were at least four rooms, and everything was incredibly clean and stylish.

     

    So this was the wealth gap.

     

    Bitcoin was going to skyrocket in a few months, and I’d be a winner, but…not enough to afford a place like this in Seoul.

     

    Well, that was a problem for future me.

     

    I took off my shoes neatly and stepped inside. Deok-woo’s parents were on a trip, so he was home alone.

     

    “Oh~ What’s this? You brought a girl home while the house is empty?  Should I scream and act embarrassed?”

     

    “Ha. Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not even close to my ideal type.”

     

    ??

     

    Huh? Really?  I’m not his type? This pretty girl with huge boobs, thanks to Mom’s genes, that kept growing every day?

     

    Even if I wasn’t his ideal type, this face and this unbelievably large and voluptuous chest on top of a slender waist…

     

    I wasn’t one to brag, but I’d driven all the boys in my grade crazy in first year.  How could he say something like that?

     

    For some reason, I hadn’t received any confessions in second year, but…

     

    I still caught people staring at me, both men and women, when I went out.  I was confident that I had a near-perfect body and face.

     

    Tch, how boring.

     

    If he’d been flustered or had any dirty thoughts, I would have slammed him to the floor and given him a firsthand experience of neutering.

     

    I was a little curious. What was his ideal type that he could be so nonchalant with me right next to him?

     

    “So, tell me about this ideal type of yours.”

     

    “For starters, the opposite of you.”

     

    “You little… Could you be more specific?”

     

    Had I not been showing off my superhuman strength lately? He seemed to be getting bolder.

     

    I clenched and unclenched my fist, glaring at him. He flinched and then stroked his chin with a serious look.

     

    “A petite elementary school student with long, straight hair who calls me ‘Onii-chan’!  A cute girl who’s scared at night and wants to sleep with me! That’s my ideal type!!”

     

    “Let’s see~ Is the number for the police 112~?”

     

    This guy was completely insane.

     

    I was ashamed to have been friends with him.

     

    Farewell, almost-sex-offender.

     

    I hoped he’d abandon his delusional path before he got a criminal record and become a decent human being.

     

    “Wait!! Put down your phone and hear me out.  Isn’t it a waste of busy police officers’ time to call them for something like this?”

     

    “Isn’t it the police’s job to deal with people like you?”

     

    I doubt they’d appreciate you wasting their time either.

     

    “Sigh, I’m disappointed, woman.  I only like elementary school students in (2D)!!”

     

    “I seriously hope you hang yourself somewhere.  Whatever, let’s go to your room. I want to see you play that eroge.”

     

    Deok-woo looked at me with burning eyes, pounding his chest dramatically.

     

    Sigh, well, how could he be interested in real girls when he hadn’t even seen any?

     

    I felt like I’d wasted my time.

     

    I knew he had a severe case of chuunibyou and was an otaku, but I hadn’t imagined he’d be *this* deep into anime, with his tastes and heart completely immersed in the 2D world.

     

    Deok-woo seemed used to my insults and led me to his room.  The moment I stepped inside, I was stunned.

     

    “Wow.”

     

    There was so much stuff.

     

    It didn’t look like a middle school boy’s room at all.

     

    The room was bigger than the living room in my two-room apartment, and it was filled with neatly organized items.

     

    On the desk was a computer and equipment much better than mine.

     

    On the shelves were high-tech gaming devices like goggles…VR equipment.

     

    But the most surprising thing was…

     

    “Wow, this is amazing. How did you get all these figures and merchandise?”

     

    “I saved my allowance.”

     

    “…What’s with this swimsuit?”

     

    “It’s a limited-edition swimsuit of Mori no Kami from Genshin. I went all the way to Japan during summer vacation to get it.”

     

    Ah, well…that’s…amazing.

     

    The room was filled with expensive-looking anime and game merchandise, so much so that I couldn’t believe it belonged to a middle school boy.  I didn’t know what to say.

     

    Even though I wasn’t into anime, I knew from my past life that decent figures cost over 100,000 won, and…that subculture merchandise was a money pit.

     

    How much allowance did he get to buy all this?

     

    I could overlook the game merchandise, but the toddler-sized bikini in a boy’s room was a bit much.

     

    “Don’t be so surprised by every little thing and just sit down.  You came here to play games, right?”

     

    “Ah, right.”

     

    How could I *not* be surprised? But the owner of the house insisted, so I just let it go.

     

    “Hmm, hmm, the female protagonist is a virgin, as expected.”

     

    “Heh, you know what’s up. I wouldn’t play a shitty game where the heroine isn’t a virgin.”

     

    I wanted to shatter Deok-woo’s virgin-heroine fantasy, but I had to agree this time.

     

    In a game, it wasn’t just about how erotic the situation was, but also about fulfilling the players’ fantasies and ideals.

     

    “But you said you like little kids.  These heroines are all busty women.”

     

    “Don’t say such horrifying things, you beast.  Elementary school girls are beautiful because they are eternally virginal.”

     

    “Don’t call me a beast if you don’t want to get beaten like one, nerd.”

     

    And what was with “eternally virginal”?  That’s just asking for a chastity belt.

     

    This guy was seriously messed up.

     

    But…how should I put this…

     

    “This is so unrealistic.”

     

    “You’re babbling nonsense again.  As expected, it’s difficult for a beast to understand humans, right? This game, Platonic Love, is one of my top 10 masterpieces…”

     

    “Do you want to know what it feels like to be beaten by a beast?  You keep calling me that.”

     

    I smacked him on the back and looked at the game screen with a slightly uncomfortable expression.

     

    The heroines were pretty.  That was good.  No company would be crazy enough to make an ugly girl the heroine of a dating sim.

     

    There was some creative license, but…

     

    “If you confess and have sex on the first day, isn’t that just being a slut?”

     

    “Wh-what?!”

     

    Right? And having your first time on a desk?

     

    His fantasies were out of control.  It would hurt her back, and she wouldn’t be able to concentrate, worried about falling off every time the desk creaked.

     

    And doing it at work, not at home or a motel? That’s practically public sex. There were probably CCTV cameras, and what if someone walked in?

     

    And she was supposed to be a virgin.

     

    A huge meat stick just went straight in, no warning, and she only reacted to the initial pain?  That made no sense.

     

    I pointed out all the flaws to Deok-woo, who was desperately trying to deny it, and he clutched his chest and collapsed.

     

    “Don’t…don’t ruin my fantasies…!!”

     

    “Seriously?”

     

    How detached from reality were his fantasies that he preferred a virgin-slut who’d spread her legs for anyone who confessed and have sex on a desk at work, balancing precariously?

     

    To me, he was just a pervert.

     

    “Well, I don’t care if your fantasies are ruined. Do you have any other games?  This is too unrealistic; I can’t get immersed.”

     

    It was fun and a new genre, but the unrealistic parts kept breaking my immersion.

     

    “Sigh, this is it. I didn’t want to bring this out. Blame yourself for provoking my competitive spirit.”

     

    “???”

     

    His every word was cringeworthy.

     

    How did he function in everyday life? He didn’t seem to have any friends besides me and those other weirdos.

     

    Now I understood why.

     

    He turned off Platonic Love, which, despite its name, barely had any oral sex scenes, and stood up, heading towards the shelves.

     

    He brought back a VR headset, connected it to the computer with a long cable, and handed me the goggles.

     

    “Put them on.”

     

    “Huh?”

     

    “I’ll show you the game I consider the best.”

     

    He wanted *me* to play?

     

    Well, I didn’t mind, but…I’d never used VR before, so I was a bit worried.

     

    I’d heard that VR was incredibly immersive, but unlike a computer, it blocked your vision completely, and it could make you nauseous.  Plus, it was expensive.

     

    If I got too into it and moved too much, I’d have to pay for it if it broke, right?

     

    That would be a problem.

     

    But I was too curious to refuse, so I carefully took the headset and put it on with his help.  As soon as the game started…

     

    “Holy shit! What is this?!  Whoa!!  Waaaaah!!”

     

    “You crazy bitch!! Stay still!  I told you to stay still!!”

     

    A woman’s huge boobs jiggled right in front of my eyes, and I reached out with both arms, ready to dive in.

     

    —–CROW—– 

     

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