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Ero Villain.

It was a circle name that anyone who enjoyed RPG Maker adult games would have heard of at least once.

Naturally, as someone who also enjoyed RPG Maker adult games, I had heard of this circle many times.

No, actually, it was more than just having heard of them.

“Oh! This circle finally has a new release. The name is… Ero Villain’s Real Enjoyment? Why are their names getting stupider?”

I was a fan of this circle.

So much so that I consistently bought their works and even provided donations.

It was only natural, of course.

In the RPG Maker market, where all sorts of mass-produced adult games emerged, they consistently produced games of decent quality.

There were a few incidents and series that divided opinions, but that didn’t change the fact that they were a good circle.

In fact, wasn’t the very reason I learned Japanese to play this circle’s games?

I liked this circle that much.

Upon hearing that such a circle had released a new work after a long time, I happily launched the game, beaming for the first time in a while.

“Huh?!”

And then, I was enveloped in a ball of light and lost consciousness.

When I woke up again.

“Ugh, where is this place?”

“Takuya?! Are you okay?!”

I had become Japanese.

And I was lying sprawled out on the dirt ground.

***

About an hour had passed since I woke up as a Japanese person.

Sitting by a nearby stream, I assessed my current situation.

Yes. I had been transmigrated into a game.

And not just any game.

“Why did I have to transmigrate into an adult game from the Ero Villain circle of all things?”

It was an RPG Maker adult game that I usually enjoyed.

Is it a dream or an illusion?

No. I slapped my cheek and even hit my head on the ground, and it hurt like hell.

But how did I know it was an RPG Maker game?

The reason I knew this was very simple.

“Takuya, what’s wrong? Does your head hurt? Are you okay?”

It was all thanks to the boy next to me, named Sōta.

“No, I’m fine. My head just hurts a little.”

“Are you really okay?”

“Yes.”

“Hehe. That’s a relief.”

I ruffled the hair of Sōta, who smiled foolishly despite having a good face, and thought to myself.

‘This kid is really kind. But every time I see him, it’s unsettling.’

Of course it was. This boy, Sōta, was the protagonist of the RPG Maker adult game series I had played.

‘This kind of kid turns into a masochist later?’

And it was an NTR genre game.

How did I know this? It was simple. His face was exactly like the one I saw in the illustrations.

‘No. I just thought he was a moderately pretty-looking boy because he was 2D and dismissed it. How can it be so similar to reality?’

Honestly, when I first saw him, I was a bit unsure.

However, perhaps because I had watched all the endings and recollection rooms, even if not multiple playthroughs, or perhaps just because of my lower body’s reaction…

That clueless-looking guy was screaming that he was the protagonist of [Lewd Mama: Until My Beloved Mother Becomes His Slave~].

Don’t mind the long game title, that’s just the original Japanese aesthetic.

Anyway, what was the problem?

No, actually, it was already full of problems just by getting this far.

Because I had been transmigrated into an adult game, of all things.

But now, an even bigger problem was this body, belonging to someone named Takuya, whose appearance and physique looked like a slightly short adult male, which wouldn’t be strange at first glance.

Because Takuya was the culprit who corrupted Sōta’s mother in the game.

This guy, Takuya, deliberately staged a traffic accident, making it seem like Sōta had caused it, all to defile Sōta’s mother.

Then, he asked for help with nursing until his injuries healed. Sōta’s mother, who accepted, was initially asked for normal care.

But gradually, the requests escalated in intensity, eventually leading to a request for sexual care.

Sōta’s mother, weakened by Takuya’s pitiful expression as he pleaded, eventually accepted the offer, and that’s how Sōta’s mother crossed the river of no return.

That’s right. Takuya, the owner of the body I was now inhabiting, was the culprit who corrupted Sōta’s mother and turned Sōta into a masochist.

In short, I had been transmigrated into this NTR villain.

‘Damn it.’

I usually didn’t want to curse, but honestly, it was a situation that forced me to.

Okay, so I was transmigrated, fine. But why, of all genres, did it have to be NTR?!

Couldn’t it have sent me to a pure love dating sim or adult game? Why an NTR game?!

I like pure love too!

After cursing the god who transmigrated me into an NTR world for a moment.

I calmed the excited feelings caused by this absurd situation for a moment and calmly re-examined the situation.

First, transmigration into a game was a fact.

When I asked Sōta about his parents’ names, his friends’ names, and the surrounding scenery, it was exactly as I had seen in Lewd Mama.

‘Come to think of it, the map seemed similar in other series too?’

Anyway, my transmigration was an undeniable fact.

If I were to ask if this was a good thing for me or a bad thing, I would say.

‘It’s not bad.’

I would answer that it was not a bad thing.

Honestly, it was partly because I had no patriotism towards Korea, and also because it was modern times, not the medieval era, even if it was an adult game.

I probably would have gone crazy if it were medieval times.

‘Ugh. A barbaric civilization without flush toilets.’

I hated such things.

Furthermore, the fact that the body I was possessing was Takuya’s played a part.

If I had been transmigrated into Sōta…

I thought that and subtly glanced sideways.

Next to me, Sōta was still looking at me with that clueless expression.

Hmm. Honestly, I’m sorry to say this, but I probably would have seriously given up on life if I had been transmigrated into that kid.

Imagine a woman who has turned into a prostitute suddenly putting a chastity belt on your penis, on top of being given female hormones or castrated, shrinking your penis before being subjected to a chastity belt.

‘I feel like killing myself.’

Thinking that way, maybe it was better to be transmigrated into him after all…

So, I continued to extract various pieces of information from Sōta, thinking thoughts that would hurt him if he heard them, without any hesitation.

The place I was in was a village located in a semi-urban, semi-rural area of Miyagi Prefecture.

Schools, from elementary to high school, were all located together in one village.

Sōta and I apparently became friends when I moved here a year ago.

Of course, I had no recollection of this whatsoever.

After all, Takuya and I were completely different people.

Besides this, he also spoke in detail about who I was close to and about the surrounding villages.

In fact, by this point, Sōta should have felt something strange about Takuya, who remembered nothing, but Sōta simply smiled brightly and continued to talk.

Seeing Sōta’s innocent face, I felt uncomfortable.

Although it was something that happened on a monitor, not in reality, and nothing had happened yet in this reality, thinking about how I ruined this child’s life made me uneasy.

‘Takuya, you piece of trash. What did you do to such an innocent kid?’

As I cursed Takuya inwardly, I realized I hadn’t asked Sōta the most important thing.

“Sōta, by the way, what year, month, and day is today?”

“Heisei 21, August 7th. Why?”

I was flustered by Sōta’s words.

I knew it was August 7th, but what was Heisei?

As I showed a flustered expression right after hearing the year, Sōta asked with a puzzled look.

“But why suddenly the year?”

“No. I just wanted to confirm the date.”

Replying to Sōta, I racked my brain, squeezing out what little Japanese knowledge I had, to figure out what Heisei was.

And I found the answer.

‘Ah. That’s right, they use era names, don’t they?’

Era name, simply put, it would be a system calculated based on the enthronement date of the King, or rather, the Emperor of Japan.

The reason for the question mark was that I wasn’t entirely sure myself.

Naturally, as someone who didn’t even know who the Japanese Emperor was, it was a very unfamiliar concept to me, so I couldn’t help it.

‘No. These bastards were the first to Westernize, so why haven’t they changed something like this yet?’

That’s why they do idiotic things like Kamikaze.

I inwardly launched a surprise attack of criticism against Japan and asked Sōta again.

“Tell me in the Western calendar year, not Heisei.”

“Western calendar? Ah! You mean the Western calendar year.”

No. If it’s the Western calendar, it’s the Western calendar, what’s the Western calendar *year*?

While I was thinking that, Sōta thought for a moment and then told me the answer I wanted.

“Today is August 7th, 2009!”

“Yes. 2009, huh…”

Hmm? 2009?

“Sōta, is it really 2009?”

“Yeah?”

Sōta’s affirmation made me flustered without realizing it.

That’s because.

‘No. I naturally assumed it would be the same year I lived in…?’

I had naturally assumed that I had only transferred my body to Japan from my own era.

I went back in time?

After being flustered for a moment.

I recalled the time setting of Lewd Mama from my memories.

‘Come to think of it, the game background *was* 2009, wasn’t it?’

Wait, if it’s 2009…?

As soon as the 2009 setting came to mind, one word popped into my head.

The currency that once shook Korea, no, the entire world, and that was Bitcoin.

In 2009… the price of Bitcoin…

Thinking that far, I involuntarily stood up and shouted to the sky.

“Siuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!”

“Whoa?! Ta-Takuya, what’s wrong all of a sudden?!”

As I suddenly let out a strange cry towards the sky, Sōta, who had been beaming until just now, looked at me with a flustered face and asked.

I said to Sōta.

“Sōta. I have a dream…”

Sōta gulped, looking at my face filled with grand ambition, and asked me.

Gulp.

“W-what dream?”

I said to Sōta with an extremely greedy smile.

“A dream of going to Mars.”

Even the kind Sōta looked at me with an expression that seemed to say, ‘Is his head really messed up?’, but I did not regret my actions.

Of course not! It was Bitcoin!

If I just endured for 10 years, money would multiply… no, it would grow! How could I possibly endure that?!

I experienced a strange feeling where all the gloomy feelings I had just moments ago from being transmigrated completely vanished.

As I stood there, smiling with a pleasant expression, and Sōta looked at me with an awkward smile.

“Oh my, Sōta. Takuya.”

A captivating female voice came from behind me.

At the same time, it was a voice I was very familiar with.

That’s because.

“Mom!”

The owner of the voice I had just heard was Sōta’s mother.

In other words, the heroine of Lewd Mama, and the woman who would later become Takuya’s human sex toy.

“Oh my, it’s Takuyakun. It’s been a while. Fufufu♥”

It was Takahashi Miyuki.

I subtly turned my head and looked at the tragic heroine who was destined to walk the path of corruption.

And I couldn’t help but genuinely admire her.

That’s because.

‘Holy hell, is it even possible for a person to have a body like that?’

Sōta’s mother, whom I saw, had a physique that was completely detached from reality.

Massive breasts like watermelons, large hips that made one instinctively want to rub one’s penis against them, a slender waist that didn’t match such large assets, and an innocent appearance that didn’t look like a woman who had given birth.

She looked as if realism had been thrown to the dogs.

And seeing that, I realized my body’s honest reaction.

‘Ah. It’s hard.’

My pants, which I was thinking about, were too big to be covered by my hand.

I had suddenly become a guy who got an erection just from hearing his friend’s mom’s voice.

“Oh dear, oh dear.”

What’s more, Sōta’s mother, Miyuki, had seen it.

‘Hmm. Should I just die?’

I seriously felt like committing suicide.

***

[*Warning: All characters appearing in this work are adults.]