“What? Is there no sexual assault prevention protocol here?”

    Sob… Please, think about it again….”

    “You should’ve known your limits. Why frame me for something I didn’t do?”

    “That’s just how the original setting works, what was I supposed to do….”

    As I suspected, this wasn’t a deliberate attempt by the goddess to screw me over. It seemed to be an unforeseen tragedy born from the clash between me and this eroge.

    “Get up.”

    “Yes, sir!”

    I grabbed the goddess’s cheeks and pulled.

    “Ah-ooh-buh-buh.”

    “Why are you pushing me down the harem route?”

    “Well, I saw you and Serena-chan doing it, and….”

    I flinched. That was my weak spot.

    If this goddess were to say, ‘You fucked Serena, so take responsibility! Take responsibility for our world!’ I honestly wouldn’t have a comeback.

    “…It was incredibly hot!”

    “Huh?”

    The goddess’s passion as an eroge developer was flaring up.

    “I want to see more scenes like that!”

    “What kind of scenes….”

    “The scene where you, the champion of pure love, abandon your principles!”

    This time, I grabbed both her cheeks with both my hands and pulled.

    “Hah-buh-buh-bwuh!?”

    “You didn’t summon me here on purpose, did you? Tell me the truth.”

    “I really… didn’t… Ugh-guk…! It’ll be the ultimate proof that ‘OnaAka’ is hot…!”

    Hot.

    Fuck, the problem is that it’s too hot. Why does Serena have to be so beautiful?

    And Stella? The student council president? Even from a distance, from behind, or from above, I could just tell they all came with a ‘guaranteed heroine’ seal of approval in this eroge.

    “Feedback… please… How was Serena’s pussy!?”

    A goddess asking for pussy feedback was making my head spin.

    “I… didn’t mean to….”

    “Heehee.”

    “…If I do go down the harem route, I’m thinking I’ll make you my first onahole.”

    “I-I’m an unconquerable heroine!”

    She’s not denying she’s a heroine, I see. Anyway….

    “Even if you call it feedback, these are all living people.”

    “Now that you’re here, Sang-hyeok, yes, they are.”

    “Instead of treating her like an object, talking about how her pussy was or whatever… she’s just a little sister who’s too good for me, and I want to treat her well….”

    “…What a truly unimaginable perspective…! The depravity of making such a precious, undeserving little sister give you a handjob!”

    “Do you actually want to die?”

    I open up and speak my honest feelings, and she turns it into a joke?

    “Your gameplay is unexpectedly giving me tremendous inspiration!”

    Sparkle, sparkle.

    The goddess’s eyes were shining. Good for her, getting inspired. I’d almost become a real sex offender twice in less than half a day since arriving here.

    “Just give me a proper cheat so I can one-shot the final boss. Like, level 9,999.”

    “No way! That would make the game boring!”

    I knew she’d say that. I just had to ask.

    “Just as pure love is precious to you, Sang-hyeok, I have principles I must uphold as a game developer! I gave you these special perks after careful consideration, so please enjoy the game on easy mode.”

    “It’s not like I’m doing this because pure love is so precious to me….”

    “Then why?”

    “This is how most people act. It’s common sense not to treat women like simple onaholes. You can’t just ‘teach someone a lesson’ with pussy smashing.”

    “Huh? But in this world, it’s common sense for you, Sang-hyeok, to turn the academy’s female students into onaholes.”

    …What a fucked-up kind of common sense.

    In any case, I understood that the goddess had a line she wouldn’t cross.

    No one-shot cheat. But the cheats I did have were useful enough to make this an easy mode.

    Wait a minute.

    “Then how is this situation overcome in the original story? There wouldn’t have been anything like Lucky Pervert.”

    “In the original, the protagonist gets on his knees and begs, barely managing to get another chance. There’s no way to turn the student council president into an onahole at this point. She’s my trump card heroine, after all!”

    ‘Trump card heroine.’

    There’s that phrase again. It seems the goddess has heroines she considers special, and Isabella is one of them.

    “I don’t think this is a matter that can be resolved just by getting on your knees and begging….”

    “Because the victim agreed to it. She’s actually the protagonist’s childhood friend, and he’s gaslit her so much that she can’t defy him. She’s the easiest heroine to conquer in ‘OnaAka’.”

    “What a total bastard. Was the last protagonist a real person, too?”

    “It’s all a fictional setup until ‘OnaAka’ begins. From now on, it’s the Onahole Academy that you, Sang-hyeok, will create in reality! I’ll help, too! With your corruption from pure love!”

    “…Now that I think about it, you’re the one trying to conquer me.”

    “Serena was good, wasn’t she?”

    Kgh.

    This brat, bringing up Serena again.

    “Let’s make the best eroge ever, together!”

    “I’m not making anything. And tell me your name before you go.”

    “My name?”

    “You’re the only one who knows my name.”

    “Hmph, to know a goddess’s name requires a price of its own….”

    “Fine. Forget it.”

    “I am the one and only goddess of eroge in this world! En-chan!”

    En.

    After the goddess, who was most excited when talking about eroge, disappeared, time returned to its normal flow.

    「This event will pass without incident as long as you don’t do anything to ask for a beating! Absolutely! Do not provoke Isabella!」

    It seemed that provoking the student council president originally led straight to a game over.

    I couldn’t tell if my mind had snapped from the hellish 300 hours, or if she had really pulled some strings.

    But at the very least, Isabella was the first woman I’d encountered here who held the power to control my life.

    The tension I’d lost came rushing back.

    “You’re the first one to step forward and ask for correction from me.”

    It would be pretty lame to back down now, wouldn’t it?

    Besides, the goddess will figure something out. I decided to stick to my guns.

    “What do you plan to do once you’re out in society as a D-rank?”

    “Well, I’ll have to find some other way to make a living, I guess.”

    “Heh heh….”

    ‘A D-rank making a living somewhere else.’

    The council members didn’t crack a smile at that. The only one who seemed to be mocking me was the student council president.

    “Understood. Go out and wait. Kim Sang-hyeok.”

    Huh? She’s letting me go this easily?

    I was released from the defendant’s seat.

    “The results are in.”

    A short while later, Isabella opened the student council room door and came out herself.

    I thought the look in her eyes had softened a little.

    “Are we going right away? For the education.”

    “We’ve decided to postpone the punishment for now.”

    “Pardon?”

    “It means I’m giving you a chance.”

    Things worked out more easily than I expected.

    Could she actually be a merciful student council president?

    As if to shut down my thoughts, the president spoke with a sharp gaze.

    “I don’t know what you’re misunderstanding.”

    I flinched.

    “I have no intention of going easy on you. Nor do I plan to forgive you.”

    “…Yes.”

    “However. Your testimony is suspicious. You said you don’t remember, correct?”

    I nodded.

    The person shown in the video footage was me. To be precise, as the protagonist was replaced by me, the video data of the old protagonist must have changed to show my face.

    Of course I didn’t have any memory of it.

    “I just finished speaking with the other council members, and we all concluded that it doesn’t seem like you’re lying.”

    “…Thank you for believing me.”

    “Within dungeons, there exist rare monsters that can inflict mental damage. It’s possible you were exposed to something of that nature.”

    “…”

    Dungeons? Monsters?

    So that’s the kind of world this is. I knew it….

    “If that’s the case, this hearing is not valid at this time. We will find whatever tampered with your memory, fix it, and then we will address this matter again.”

    “…So you’re postponing it because I can’t recognize my crime.”

    “Correct.”

    She’s a thorough one….

    “If I’m not precise, your soul will only suffer an injustice.”

    “…Thank you.”

    “Your punishment was lightened because the victim, Miss Hena, consistently insisted she did not want you punished. In reality, this is grounds for permanent expulsion from the academy. You should thank her.”

    “Another benefactor whose face I don’t know. The list is growing.”

    At my words, the student council president closed her eyes and muttered.

    “Slightly better.”

    Hm?

    What’s better?

    Before I could ask, the student council president was already leaving.

    “Return to your classroom.”

    She left with only those words.

    • * *

    Having received a suspended sentence, I returned to the classroom and found her—the heroine who, according to En, is the easiest to conquer in “OnaAka.”

    My childhood friend, Hena.

    How did I know at a glance?

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    ‘You’re the gloomy one, Goddess, introducing a student like she’s a prostitute….’

    Even from behind, Hena’s figure was incredible.

    But just from the way she sat, hunched over as if she wanted to curl up and disappear, she seemed utterly timid. And her face….

    I could tell she was pretty from just a glimpse of her lower face, but her needlessly long black hair covered half of it.

    …I immediately understood why she was easy to conquer.

    Was this for real? Trying to pull off a ‘nerd girl’ concept with a body and face that hot?

    This black-haired beauty, who looked like she could easily get 8 million followers as an influencer just by flipping her hair back and straightening her shoulders, was supposedly the heroine who had generously forgiven my crime.

    ‘Forgiven?’

    I don’t know if she actually forgave me.

    If she tells me to get on my knees and beg, should I do it?

    In any case, I hadn’t expected to meet the victim so soon.

    But it was a fact that I’d been let off easy because she had appealed on my behalf….

    ‘A friend. I can think of her as that, right?’

    “You’re Hena, right?”

    “Eek!”

    She jumped as if a hedgehog had raised its quills the moment I said her name.

    She hesitantly turned her head, and when she saw me, her eyes grew even wider… well, I couldn’t see her eyes very well, but still.

    “Can we talk for a minute?”

    Thump.

    Hena shot up and grabbed my hand.

    Huh? This aggressive?

    Hena led me to the next building and stopped me near a deserted staircase.

    What is this? Is she secretly a delinquent?

    “Hah… hah….”

    “Catch your breath and then speak.”

    Seen from the front, her chest was even more impressive….

    I absolutely did not stare, but at this size, it would be a bigger lie to claim they didn’t enter my field of vision.

    “Are you… okay?”

    “I think that’s my line… Are you okay? Talking to me alone like this.”

    Nod, nod.

    Hena nodded her head. It seemed certain that she had been worried about me, at least.

    Even after what happened… even though it wasn’t me who did it.

    “I’ve… made up my mind….”

    “About what?”

    Hena began to unbutton the front of her uniform blouse, slowly revealing her breasts.

    …What the….

    “What are you doing all of a sudden?”

    I frantically looked around.

    If someone saw us like this in a deserted place, they’d obviously think I was threatening her into taking her clothes off!

    “I don’t know what you’ve decided, but stop!”

    After confirming no one was around, I grabbed Hena’s wrist and was startled.

    Such a delicate, slender wrist.

    I even felt like it might break if I applied just a little force.

    I could immediately feel the difference in strength between my current body and a woman’s.

    Hena couldn’t move an inch, but she had already unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a bright mint-colored bra that was barely containing her large breasts.

    “Wait. Let’s not do this. Let’s use our words.”

    “…Huh?”

    “Were you trying to get me killed for sure? Should I get on my knees?”

    Hena was incredibly embarrassed from the shame of exposing her chest.

    I could tell just by how red her ears were.

    Then why reveal your bare skin….

    “Friend….”

    I waited quietly for her answer.

    “Sang-hyeok, you said… if I wanted to keep being f-friends… you asked me to let you touch my breasts….”

    …I did?


    Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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