Prologue: When Reality Changed
"This never fails to get me hard, no matter how many times I do it."
On the other side of the monitor, a short-haired, big-breasted female character lay pinned beneath a man, whimpering and moaning. Tissues lay scattered across the floor of the pitch-black room.
The rare rush of happiness was followed, as always, by a hollow wave of exhaustion. I stared blankly at the screen for a while before my gaze drifted down to my own belly.
"Ah… I really should work out…. Later. I can do it later."
It had been more than five years since I turned my back on the world and sealed myself inside this room. In that corner of mine I had sunk completely into nothing but the most stimulating videos and games.
My favorite among them were the NTR games. Most of them were packed with everything I craved—the gradual corruption of those big-breasted female characters, the raw, intense situations…
But what I loved most of all was the male protagonist falling apart. There was a strange, secret thrill in knowing I wasn't the only broken person in the world.
Yet once the game ended, all that remained was that same empty afterglow. Once again I put off cleaning up the mess around me and simply collapsed onto the bed.
"Ha… I wish reality would be a little different when I wake up."
I drifted off once more, lost in the same old delusions.
And reality had changed far more than I could ever have imagined.